My name is Ace. I also go by Stolas, Apollo and sometimes Angel. I'm an 04 Liner. I like Space, Kpop, anime, music, and video games. I'm genderfluid (afab). I have Anxiety and ADHD. I am a multistan.
My Tumblr husband is @deadduvznap
My Tumblr Wife is @kissmatz
My friends are @strawberi-pup and @wincumdump
My favorite moots are @multi-ficsblog @slut4hee @ten-ge @jae10velies @wineagle @calypsohan @hyunsuksswife @spicyseonghwas and @channieandhisgoonsquad
@spacey-gracey
I forgot to add a moot ^
Not a moot but my favorite person in a way @thatblvckboyy
I'm genuinely hoping nobody ignores me here honestly because I'll cry. Everyone is ignoring me talking about Anderson Paak's movie Kpops.
Genuinely I really liked the movie. It literally explains k-pop as a whole and where it comes from. While being a genuinely funny yet serious movie. I genuinely respect the movie because it tells the truth rather than lie. It's generally a great movie all around and I genuinely think more people should watch it.
you are one of the few male / genderlfuid writer that I have seen on here. Usefully itâs women who are writing these fanfics.
Yea, I've noticed that throughout the past few years I've been writing. They don't have many male/GenderFluid writers on here and usually the ones I know who write are super underrated like these dudes can write good. And some of the guys who wrote that I knew personally that were good at writing for both male and trans male readers have deactivated đ. I miss my bestiesâšđ
But I used to write on @nsfwstolas @3rachabunny and I still write on @zerobaseonelover but I have been taking a break for a bit. But yes I write fanfictions.
..... People do know they can write stuff to fit their preferences right. They don't have to cater to everyone some people just do to please others or because of common courtesy. Writers don't owe you anything. They are allowed to write only only male reader if they want, only female reader if they want. Plus size reader or skinny reader if they want and exclude one or the other. Quite literally I remember when neutral body types for readers were the main thing in fan fics or when skinny reader was literally the main thing. Now plus size reader is the main thing being written and people are getting offended for some reason. Like write fics yourself rather than getting mad at someone not writing for your body type on their page it's not your page that writer owes you nothing. I've also seen people harassing people who write only male reader over the years and I'll say it again the writers owe you nothing.
Writers are people too. Not machines. Not people you can just try and push over and bully into doing what you want. They are people with emotions, Jobs, doing School, they have lives outside of writing. If a writer is catering to themselves and their community that they are exclusively to that is life and their page. So stop acting entitled.
right so ... isnât it obvious who my ult is heh. this is pretty accurate actually :0 iâm not sure about the old soul one but i am the queen of inner rage :p
thank you danie for the tag! >3< TAGGING: @miumura, @orimuraa, @bywons, @weoris
hehe ty for the tag lili >< i think it was pretty accurate except for the sorry one TT i think i'm actually the opposite and can't stop saying sorry TT but i think my ult was a bit obvious...
If I do a side quest on one of my accounts @nsfwstolas would you guys read it. I wanna write for dramas I've watched mostly the ones I've watched with my favorite actors/musicians in them. Such as................. Squid Games, High & Low, And Alice in Borderland.
âif it goes off donât you try it, girl, i need your undividedâ
đżnow playing: turn it off by why donât we
⯠summary: Renjun is sick of it. Sick of the way youâre constantly glued to your phone when heâs so desperate, so eager to fuck you. Heâll have to do something about itâand if that something means reminding you where your attention belongs, so be it
⯠pairings: renjun x fem!reader
⯠genre: established relationship, smut
⯠words: 3.1k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, sexual frustration, fingering, unprotected sex (donât do this!), slight voyerusim, mention of marking, begging, swearing, creampie, reader uses she/her pronouns, renjun is a little mean (kind of, not really, he's just frustrated)
Renjun hates being online, which seems odd given that his job keeps him constantly in the spotlight. But thatâs exactly the issueâhe spends at least ninety per cent of his life catering to fans, posing for pictures, and being on camera. So whenever he gets home, he just wants to switch off, and youâre making that incredibly difficult right now.Â
It started the moment he walked through the door.
Renjun had been buzzing with excitement on the ride home, counting down the minutes until he could finally shut off, wrap himself up in his girlfriend and disappear into two weeks of uninterrupted time together. No schedules, no managers, no alarmsâjust you and him. He'd imagined the welcome in vivid detail: the warmth of your arms, your bright smile, maybe even a kiss before he could drop his bags.
Instead, he got a distracted, one-armed hug.
The other arm was busy holding your phone to your ear, your eyes flicking to him only long enough to press a finger to your lips toâŠ.shush him? His excitement wavered, replaced by confusion as he stood there, mouth agape, blinking.
"Karina," you mouthed, gesturing to the phone.
Oh. Right. Youâd mentioned how she was having a rough time with her boyfriend at the moment. Renjun exhaled slowly, nodding as he tried to shake off the disappointment. It made senseâyou were being a good friend. Still, he couldnât help but feel the first night of his vacation had gotten off to a colder start than he'd hoped.
And at first, he was fine with it. He wasnât a hypocriteâhe knew his job kept him busy, knew there were plenty of times heâd unintentionally neglected you. He could be understanding. Patient. But after a night of eating dinner alone, showering alone, watching a movie alone⊠irritation started to creep in.
He hadnât even realized how codependent heâd become. So when you finally slipped into bed, he wasted no time pulling you closeâarm curling around your waist, lips just about to graze your neckâ
And then your phone rang. Again.
Renjun felt his last thread of patience snap.
âBabyyy,â he groans against your skin, tightening his grip when he feels you start to slip away and sit up on the mattress. âDonât answer it, itâs late.â
He doesnât want to let you goâdoesnât want you reaching for that damn phone, because the second you do, he knows he might as well just go to sleep and call it a night for himself.Â
You sigh, fingers threading through his hair as he secures his grip around your waist, holding you in place like a vice. The ringing finally stops, but when you try to pry his arms off, he doesnât budgeâtoo strong, too stubborn, too frustrated to let you go.
âJunnie, itâs Karina,â you murmur. âSheâs having a hard time. I have to call her back.â
Renjun rolls his eyes, clearly not getting it. Heâs never been the "therapy friend." If anything, heâs the break-up friendânot one to really understand why his friends stay in relationships with people they have doubts about. He thinks you should offer Karina the same advice.Â
He nuzzles deeper into your neck, his grip loosening just enough for his fingers to trace feather-like touches down your side.
âBut baby, sheâs had your time all day. Iâve missed you.â
He knows heâs being selfish, expecting you to drop everything and focus on him, but Renjunâs never claimed to be a saint. He is selfish, wants you now, and in this moment, nobody else is allowed in your mind or your thoughtsânot when heâs planning to fuck you.
His fingers continue to trace down your side, the warmth of his calloused touch hot enough to melt away any sense of obligation you have toward Karina. Sheâll be fine, right?
But before you can even finish the thought, Renjunâs teasing touches shift into a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His lips are like silk, smooth and gentle, moulding themselves to fit the curve of your skin, fitting perfectly into the hollows of your body. The sensation sends a shiver racing down your spine, and you canât help but whimper as his mouth works its magic.Â
He smiles against your skin, unable to hide how much he fucking loves the way you whimper. But what he loves moreâwhatâs really driving him wildâis knowing he has you exactly where he wants you right now. It flips a switch inside him, makes him hungrier.
His lips tighten, forming a gentle vacuum against your skin, sucking you in as if heâs claiming you with his mouth. The marking is raw, possessive, yet tenderâmaking you feel owned, and like you're his all at once. It almost makes you distractedâalmost.Â
Your phone buzzes.Â
âLeave it,â he grits, nipping at your skin gently before shifting over you, caging you in with his body.
âJunnie, Iââ
His lips are back on your neck, hungry and relentless with only one goalâravishing you. Your eyes flutter shut as your hands find his hair again, fingers knotting between the loose strands. His lips anchor you in place, holding you under him, keeping you distracted, making you melt into him, making your thoughts melt.Â
Another buzz.
Renjun growls when your eyes snap open to glance at your phone on the nightstand. That absolutely wonât do. Heâll have to up the ante, make sure the next buzz you hear will be your orgasm drowning out that fucking ringer.
When you feel his hand sneak from your waist to toy with the hem of your pyjama shorts, your hand grips his wrist, âJunnie, it could be importantâŠâ
He looks at you; you both know that whatever Karina wants right now isnât importantâitâs not the first time sheâs had problems with her boyfriend, and it certainly wonât be the last.
âArenât I important too?â he whispers impatiently. âHavenât you missed me, just as much as Iâve missed you?â
You have. You always miss Renjunâheâs impossible not to miss. And honestly, you had been looking forward to a cozy night in, ordering takeout, watching a movie, and then lazy couch sex. Itâs practically a tradition for the two of you whenever he starts vacation. But then Karina called, caught up in this back-and-forth jealousy game with her boyfriend thatâs been dragging on for months. And youâre nothing if not a girlâs girl. You had to answer.
His breath tickles, travelling from your nape to your ear where he nips and pecks your lobe.Â
âThen show me.â His voice drops lower as so does his hand underneath your shorts. âShow me how much youâve missed meâmissed all the things I do to this pretty body.â
His words hit you like a spell, making you liquefy, legs instinctively opening wider as his slender fingers tease up and down your bare slit. Your chest trembles with quick, shallow breaths as his knuckles brush over your clit, the sensation menacing and punishing. Itâs deliberateâand you know Renjun well enough to recognize thatâs exactly what he wants. Youâve made him wait, so now heâs going to take his sweet time with you. Well, not sweetâheâs pissed, you can feel it, see it in his jaw. This is going to be an unforgiving, frustrated fucking.
Your phone buzzes again, right as his two fingers thrust into you without warning. "Keep your eyes on me, Y/N," he demands on a growl, "Donât even think about looking at that phone."
You exhale sharply, mouth falling open at the sudden fullness you feel between your legs. âButââ
Your head tilts instinctively, needing to glance at it, to see what the notification is. But before you can, Renjun pulls his fingers out of your pussy, grabbing your cheeks firmly. âI told you to keep looking at me.â
You whimper at the loss of contact, feeling so empty without him. You try to nod, desperate to show him that youâll obey, that youâll do anything he asksâso long as he puts his fingers backâbut his grip on your cheeks doesnât budge, to keep your head locked in place.Â
You know exactly what he wants, that he loves to hear you beg, and you're not one to deny him. Not when youâre feeling so selfish, not when you need him to make you cum.
âPlease, Junnie⊠I need you... Iâve missed you... I need your fingers.â
He smiles down at you, pupils darkening as he watches your chest heave, your body squirming, desperate for friction.
"Where, baby?" he teases lowly. "Where do you need my fingers... It's been so long, I think Iâve forgotten."
Youâre not shy, not with Renjun. He talks a big game, but heâs always so sweet, never making you feel silly. So, you tell him, voice needy, "In my pussy... I've been so wet for you, Junnie."
He throws his head back, groaning as his hand slips back under your waistband, cupping your cunt without hesitation. "Fuck, yes you are... so fucking desperate for me."
Then, without warning, his fingers slide back into you, thrusting deep and slow. You gasp, your body arching into his touch as he picks up the pace, his fingers now driving into you with fast, purposeful movements.
Itâs not gentle, not soft, not loving. Itâs demanding, greedy, frustrated. Renjunâs fingers are harsh, sharp, quickâforcing wet sounds to fill the room, but youâre too consumed by how good it feels to care.
"I want you to see me," he says. "I want you to feel me, to focus on me. Not on your phone, not on Karina, not on anything else. Just me."
Muffled agreeable moans escape your lips, and Renjun chuckles, enjoying the way your hips writhe to meet his movements. So greedy, so eager to use him to get off. He fucking loves it. When he feels your breath hitch, he leans forward to kiss you, swallowing your moans because theyâre his.
âHoly shitâJun! Gonna cumââ
He coos, his eyes glazing over in awe. âYeah⊠please, baby, let me feel youâlet me feel how good you are, squeezing my fingers.â
You feel your eyes fluttering closed, head tilting back as you succumb to him, to the pleasure. Your orgasm is so close you can almost taste it, but then a low growl rumbles from Renjun, his fingers slowing down, and you realise your mistake.
"I told you," he murmurs, voice husky, "I want your attention, I want your focus. I want you to see me."
 His fingers move with a painful slowness, as if he's drawing out every last drop of gratification from your body, edging.Â
"J-Jun, pleaseâoh myâfuck!"
You can't hold back any longer. You canât take any more of his teasing, the inconsistent pace, his knuckles grazing against your clit so deliciously evil. It's overwhelming. Itâs too much. You lose control, your body shuddering as you cum hard and fast around his fingers, vision spotted, eyes unfocused, as everything blurs around you. Including the sound, your ears are ringing.
And through it all, Renjun's eyes never leave yours, his gaze burning with so much love, so much awe, despite his irritation. Itâs so hot, so raw, you can't help but want him over and over again. You reach up, pressing your lips to his, arms slipping around his neck, fingers teasing the hair at the nape.
âFuck me, please, Junnie, Iâm begging.â
He smiles against your lips. âSo now you want me, huh?â
âAlways want you.â
And you do. You want him right now, so badly that you donât even care that youâre both still clothed, him only pulling his pyjama pants down enough to free his cock. So badly that you donât care when he only pushes your shorts aside, running up and down your slit, coating his erection in your orgasm. You're just too desperate to feel him, body aching, limbs scrambling to get closer.
If this were any other day (if you hadnât spent most of the evening ignoring him) Renjun wouldâve put you out of your misery by thrusting his cock deep inside you, fucking you slow and sweet. But you had ignored him, and heâs not feeling very kind right now.
He teases his length between your wet folds, the tip brushing over your hole. Itâs almost cruel, how your walls clench around nothing.
"Want my cock in here, yeah?"
You nod because itâs the only response you can manage. Your throat feels dry from the first orgasm heâs already given you, your mind too far gone to form any coherent words.Â
Itâs enough to satisfy Renjun though, his eyes flashing with lust as he drives his cock into you with a rough, needy thrust. You gasp, body stretching to accommodate him, walls tightening around him so heavenly, making him hiss through his teeth.
His arm snakes down, settling around your throat. His grip is gentle but firm enough to apply just the right amount of pressure, the way he knows you like it, as he begins to move. His strokes grow quicker, then slower, more languid. Then a repeat of the messy rhythm just to tease you.Â
"You ignored me all day, baby," he growls. "You made me wait, made me wonder if you even wanted me anymore."
"I'm sorry," you whisper barely audible.
Renjunâs about to kiss your forehead, reassure you that itâs okay because he loves you so damn much, that even if you upset him constantly, heâd always forgive you. He finally understands why his friends never take his breakup advice. But then, your phone rings againâand you glance over at the nightstand, tearing your eyes away from him.
It fucking pisses him off. Youâre not listening to him. And maybe thatâs why he shuts down the logical part of his brain, the one telling him that what heâs about to say is a bad idea, and just says it.Â
"Answer it," he snarls.
For the first time, you hesitate, unsure of what to do, despite his glare daring you to disobey.
âYouâre being such a brat today,â he huffs, snatching the phone from your nightstand, glancing at Karinaâs name on the screen before sliding the answer button across and putting her on speaker.
A flush spreads across your body, a mix of embarrassment and something elseâyouâre turned on. You like that Renjunâs relentless pace doesnât falter, driving in and out of you while your best friend rants about her shitty boyfriend, completely oblivious. Her voice blasts through the phone, while yours is muffled by your hand.
Itâs naughty, itâs wrong, but god, itâs so damn hot.
â...like can you believe him?â
You havenât been listening, you canâtânot with the harsh thrusts driving in and out of your pussy, not with your eyes rolling back, not when you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
With a nervous swallow, you decide itâs easier to just agreeâsupport womenâs rights, but more importantly, womenâs wrongs and all that. âI-I know, Rina... heâs such aâoh my god!â
Renjun raises an eyebrow at you innocently, a smirk curling on his lips as if he didnât just pinch your clit mid sentence, adding a deliciously sharp hint of pain to the pleasure.
You hear Karinaâs voice drop a little, âYou okay?â
"Y-yeah, I'm fine," you stammer, biting down on your lip, hard.
Thereâs a brief pause, and thatâs almost worse, because Renjun doesnât slow downâheâs like a man starved. You have no choice but to bite down on your lip harder, almost drawing blood. The thrill of trying not to get caught is clearly a new kink youâre both discovering you have.
"I'm just so pissed at him," Karina continues. "I mean, so what if I started it?"
"T-totally, Rina," you agree through tight teeth. "He's such aâ"
Renjun pinches your clit again, and this time, you let out a strangled gasp. No amount of biting your lip is going to help you compose yourself now. Youâre a flat out mess.
"Uh, what was that? Are you sure youâre okay?" Karina asks.
You take a deep breath. "Y-yep, all good just... uh, I think I mightâve... just seen a spider," you stutter.
Renjunâs eyes crinkle with amusement, his smirk widening as he continues to torment you. Pinching turns to rubbing. Thrusts get sloppier. You glare at him, but he just winks, clearly getting off on this.
"Oh no, shouldnât Renjun be home by now? Canât you ask him to deal with it?"
If only she knew.
"Y-yeah, he is," your breath hitches again. "I should... uh, call him in here, actually. See you later, Rina."
When you hang up, Renjunâs fingers dig into your hips, with just enough sting to make you scream his name and trigger a second orgasm. You feel so full, high on adrenaline, so good. You let out a strangled cry, body shaking with pleasure as you come apart around him.
He doesnât stop, doesnât slow downâjust keeps driving into you with his own desperate need to chase his high. Rough fingers dig deeper into your hips, holding you in place as he pounds into you with relentless rhythm. His own mind is high on adrenaline, short-circuiting over how filthy and dirty it felt to fuck you while your damn annoying friend had no idea. Even if she did, he doesnât care. Like he said, Renjun is selfish, not a saint.Â
When he feels himself getting close, his voice drops, sounding almost gravelly. âI told you, Y/N, I wanted your undivided attention.â
You feel yourself melting from the erratic pace, about to cum again. Renjunâs breathing turns ragged, and then, suddenly, heâs there, his body tensing as he reaches his own climax. You feel him swell inside you, cock pulsing with each spasm of thick white cum spilling. He lets out a low, guttural groan, eyes screwing shut as he cums, hard.
Eventually, his body relaxes, collapsing next to you. You both lie there, panting, chests still heaving, as he wraps his arms around you.Â
"I think that was the most entertaining conversation you've ever had with Karina," he finally says, sounding so smug you almost want to punch him. But you love him, so you settle for a glare.Â
"You're actually a monster," you giggle.
He grins, hugging you closer before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âIâll go get something to clean you up.â
You nod, feeling the bed shift as he gets up. As Renjun heads to the bathroom, your phone beeps again. And despite everything, you still havenât learned your lessonâyou check it.
Karina 12:33 AM
That was not the scream of someone finding a spider.
You were totally fucking Renjun.
Iâm traumatized.
Blocking you.
Something tells you Renjun would love the sound of that.
I just had a fucking allergic reaction to Jambalaya. How is that possible I've been eating it since I was 2 years old. Why now give me an allergy to a food I love. I'm going to cry.
â PAIRING: 00line+Mark x Reader
â WORD COUNT: 30k
â GENRE(S): Smut, PWP, just vibes frfr
â SUMMARY: After spending Winter break with Jisung's family, you and Mark reignite a friendship that evolves into FWB. However, when the 00line discovers that you've been skipping out on time with them to be with Mark, they arenât too pleased.
â â WARNINGS: Unprotected sex. creampie, riding, dry humping, cunnilingus, bdsm, leash, use of spreader bar, iceplay, orgasm denial, fingering, voyeurism, shower sex, blowjob, lip biting which causes minor injury, switch Haechan, guided masturbation, choking, slapping, rough/forceful sex, thigh riding, slight coercion, reader gets train ran on her, free use?, MDNI
ââ NOTES: Iâm trying something new where I link the sex position im talking about because i suck at describing them so i usually try to stay away from anything other than missionary and doggy but thats lame and i want to write interesting sex scenes so if your confused on what the hell I'm talking about during a scene just click the link for the photo lmaoooo. LCpt.1 Here ao3 Link (like here before you leave TT)
You pull the blanket tighter around you, trying to warm up. Your space heater is humming in the background hard at work, but it's still not enough to fully heat up the apartment. You've been complaining about the heating system for weeks, and now it seems to have finally broken down.
You scroll through your social media feed and see videos of your friends laughing with their families, enjoying the holiday season together. Honestly, it makes you smile. You're genuinely happy for them, even if it stirs a little longing in your heart. You had opted out of going home for the holidays, you didnât have the best relationship with your family so you were more than content with staying home. You double-tap on each post when a notification pops up. It's Jisung, he was going home today and had been begging you to come over to help him pack.
You [2:31 pm]
Ji for the last time its too cold to go anywhere I finally got warm and Im not getting up again
Ji [2:32 pm]
come on!!!! I dont ask you for anything plus how many favors do you owe me??? >:(
With a sigh of frustration, you toss off the blankets. The cold air instantly bites at your skin. It was a lot chillier in your apartment than you realized.
You shiver as you layer up and put on your good boots, the thought of Jisung's warmer apartment lifting your spirits for the time being.
Outside, you have to be careful with your footing. You cautiously make your way to your car and drive to his dorm. When you arrive, you knock and as soon as he opens the door, you reach out and pinch his arm.
âOww, oww, oww!â He yelps, rubbing at the spot youâd pinched.
âDo you know how cold it is out there?!â you exclaim pushing past him into the room.
You surveyed his dorm room, your gaze taking in the chaotic scene before you. There were mountains of discarded clothes scattered across the floor, seemingly the result of Jisungs carelessness as he rushed to pack. Carefully making your way through the haphazard landscape, you navigate your way toward his bed.
Jisung ignores your complaints, bustling around the room and shoving a few last-minute items into his suitcase. âListen, Iâm sorry! Can you just come sit on this for a sec?â he whines.
You huff but get up anyway. You plop down on his suitcase successfully compressing it while Jisung zips it closed. He fell back onto the floor with a satisfied sigh. You spend the next few minutes helping him straighten up before finally collapsing onto his warm bed. "So," you asked, settling back against the pillows, "is your family doing anything special for the holidays?"
âYeah, my grandma rented a cabin for the family get-together,â he says, and suddenly looks at you in realization. âWait, why are you still here? Youâre not going home for the holidays?â He asks eyes wide in disbelief.
You shrug, the truth spilling out before you can stop it. âNah, I donât really get along with my parents.â
Jisung's expression shifts to concern. âCome home with me! You canât stay by yourself over the holidays. It would be so much fun!â
You hesitate, considering his offer. Youâve always had a good relationship with Jisungâs family. Theyâve welcomed you before, and his mom cooks like a dream. It feels tempting, but you worry about intruding.
âAre you sure itâs not too last minute?â you ask, biting your lip.
Jisung shakes his head vigorously, a determined look on his face. âMy mom would kill me if she found out I let you spend the holidays alone. She always says her door is open for you, and I know sheâd be so happy to see you. Plus, itâd make things way more fun!â
Maybe your winter break wouldnât be so bad after all.
â
"You have reached the mailbox ofâŠ"
Ever since winter break, thatâs all Haechan had been hearing. Youâd been taking hours to respond to his texts, ignoring his and everyone's calls, and overall being pretty flaky. Whenever they pressed you an explanation, you just responded with half-hearted excuses.
Iâm busy.
Sorry, canât talk right now.
Iâll call you back later.
Finally after several failed attempts he managed to get you to come over under the pretext of a movie night with the guys. You were bundled up together under a heavy blanket, Haechan on one side and Jaemin on the other. The warmth of their bodies keeps away the night's chill. Haechan was working his hand up your thigh when your phone buzzed, casting a soft glow across your face. The smile that spread on your lips made his stomach twist with jealousy. You quickly typed something back and locked your phone before he could catch a glimpse of what had made you light up.
You let out a fake yawn, stretching your arms above your head. âSorry, guys, I think Iâll have to call it a night.â
Before he could protest, you were already gathering your things. âYou donât want to stay for a little while longer. Weâve only got an hour left of the movie,â Jeno called from his spot on the couch, looking slightly disappointed.
âSorry pup, I canât,â you said, walking over to him and stealing a quick peck on his lips.
As you turned to leave, Haechan couldnât shake the feeling that something was off. When the door closes behind you he turns to his roommates. âSheâs replacing us, isnât she?â Haechan muttered.
âDude, relax. Itâs late sheâs probably just tired,â Jeno replied, trying to be the logic that Haechan seemed to lack.
âWell, she could have slept over here! Nothing was stopping her before!â Haechan shot back.
âWould you two shut up? Iâm trying to watch the movie!â Renjun snapped, glancing at them with irritation.
âAnd Iâm trying to fuck, so I guess weâre both out of luck!â Haechan grumbled, throwing his head back against the couch.
Jaemin, who had been quietly huddled under the blanket, suddenly yanked it away from Haechan, seemingly unwilling to share any longer now that you were gone. âJenoâs right, sheâs probably just tired. Besides, how could she replace us?â
Haechan wanted to believe Jeno, to cling to the hope that you were telling the truth and were just too busy. But as the minutes passed and the movie flickered on, he couldnât shake the gnawing feeling in his gut that something else was going on.
â
You were sitting at your vanity, doing your makeup when your phone buzzed with a notification. A smile crept onto your face as you read the message. Once you slipped on your heels by the door, you left your apartment and headed to join your friends waiting in the car.
âWhere is he?â Mia asked curiously.
âHeâs going to meet me there,â you replied, feeling your heart flutter in excitement at the thought of seeing him.
âI canât believe you two are talking again!â Yuna cooed, her eyes wide with playful disbelief.
The car was filled with the sound of laughter and gossip as you caught up with your friends, sharing stories about what happened over winter break. You can't help but sing along to the music that plays in the car as your friends chatted excitedly about the night ahead. You belted out the lyrics to your favorite song, your voice a little off-key but you donât care, you were tipsy and in a great mood. You felt a twinge of guilt for forcing the uber driver to listen to your terrible singing and the all-too-detailed gossip.
Once you arrive at the party, the bass of the music has your blood rushing with excitement. The living room was packed with people on the makeshift dance floor. You and the girls quickly made your way to the kitchen, where the clinking of glass and shouts of joy sound off into the night. You grabbed a couple of drinks and toasted to a night of fun.
It wasnât long before your friends began to scatter, each one disappeared into the sea of bodies, eyes sparkling with trouble as they searched for their one-night stands. You didnât mind, you hadnât come to the party for them. Your heart was set on finding the one person you had been eagerly waiting to see all night. With a determined smile, you navigated through the crowded living room.
âMark!â you called, spotting him talking with a few friends. As soon as he heard your voice, he looked up and broke into a smile. He quickly made his way over and engulfed you in a warm hug.
âYou look so pretty, baby,â he said, eyes roaming over the dress you had picked out for the night.
You turn shy under his compliment. âThank you,â you murmured, feeling a timid smile tugging at your lips.
Mark turned to his friends and excused himself, allowing you to drag him away. The house was dimly lit but you could still see how excruciatingly handsome he was under the flashing lights. You navigated through the mass of people until you reached the dance floor. His hands found your waist. He pulled you against him, your back pressed firmly against his chest before swaying your hips in time with the music.
His breath fanned against your neck as he leaned in. âPretty girlâŠâ he murmured, trailing hot kisses down your neck. âWant me to take you home?â
You catch his gaze as you look at him over your shoulder. His eyes are dark with desire and you can feel yourself growing wet already. You turned in his embrace until you were facing him, pressing your lips against his as you nodded eagerly. He grabbed your hand, leading you through the crowd, a wicked smile dancing on your face as you followed him.
Once outside, he pushed you up against his car, his lips claiming yours again. You hear the car beep as he fumbles with his keys to unlock it. Your hands tangled in his hair as he explored your body, fingers gliding up your thigh and pushing your dress dangerously high. You needed him now, you couldnât wait. Glancing around to ensure the coast was clear, you pulled him into the backseat of the car, the tinted windows providing the perfect level of privacy.
Unbeknownst to you, another car had been watching you since they pulled up nearby. Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, and Jaemin were inside, their eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before them.
Renjun had given everyone a pep talk on the drive here about finding someone to hook up with to distract from thoughts of you. Renjun had put the car in park when he saw you stumbling across the street.
âIs that Jisungâs cousin?â Renjun asked, squinting at the sight before him.
âWhere?â Haechan perked up, looking up from his phone.
âSo that's where sheâs been?â Jaemin questioned.
âNo way, maybe theyâre just friends,â Jeno said, but he quickly corrected himself. âOr not,â he muttered, watching as Mark pushed you against the car and kissed you passionately.
A humorless laugh escaped Haechanâs lips. âI fucking told you guys.â He says, eyes following the way your fingers tangle in Mark's hair.
They had intended to get out of the car, but now they found themselves watching in stunned silence as the vehicle rocked and the windows fogged up. They werenât quite sure how long they sat there until you finally slid out of the backseat, pulling your dress down haphazardly. a stupid grin plastered itself on your face as you climbed into the passenger seat.
Jaemin knew that look. You were fucked out and it was driving him up a wall that he wasnât the one who did it.
âDonât let this discourage you,â Renjun chimed in, forcing the most upbeat tone he could manage. âWe can still have fun, right guys?â But one glance around the car told him it wasn't the right moment for another pep talk.
They had finally realized why you had been acting strange and no one was in the mood to party.
Earlier, inside the carâŠ
Mark was lost in a haze of desire, pushing your dress up past your hips. His warm hands setting your skin ablaze against the cool night air. You straddled his waist and grind against him, the rough fabric of his jeans provided a delicious friction that left you shuddering. His lips left bruises along your collarbone, and you tugged at his hair, bringing him closer for another heated kiss.
His lips were so soft, like plush clouds you could easily get lost inâthey were absolutely perfect. You kissed him feverishly, your hands roaming over the skin beneath his shirt. Exploring the contours of his strong chest, your fingers trailed downward until they hovered at his waistband. You nipped at his bottom lip playfully before pulling away.
âAre you going to let me have it?â you asked sweetly, blinking up at him with pleading eyes.
âYou deserve it, baby. Take it,â he breathed, his voice filled with urgency.
With a quick motion, you unzipped his pants and positioned yourself over him, tracing his tip through your folds, soaking him in your juices. Every brush against you sent shivers up your spine.
âThatâs it, baby, just like that. Itâs yours, go ahead,â he encouraged, his voice a low whisper.
You sank down onto him with a moan, feeling him fill you completely. He was deep and the sensation was everything youâd craved. You lost yourself in the rhythm, pulling him to kiss you again as you rode him. His hands grip your hips harshly as you take him. His breaths were choppy and his eyes fluttered, unable to stay open from the pleasure. You circle your hips fluidly, it was a trick that you knew drove haechan crazy, you wonder if it would work on mark?
HIs hips thrust up sharply and he groaned. He spread his thighs a little wider and tilted his head back. âFuck,â he groaned, his breath hitching. âYou feel so good.â
You were just getting started, you were going to drive him crazy. You slam your hips down hard, a sharp contrast of the precise movements a moment ago. You bounce on his cock roughly, grinding down hard when his hips meet yours. You leaned back on his knees for leverage and continued to ride him. His hands try to hold your hips still. He needed a moment, he didn't want to cum yet.
âLet go, baby, I got you,â you whispered, determined to push him to the brink.
He shook his head, desperation lacing his voice. âNot yet, I canât.â
The next moment he's pulling you off of him. He was strong and despite your best efforts you couldn't stop him from switching your positions. He had pinned you down on your back, legs over his waist and lips pressed against yours. He needed a moment to catch his breath and he could tell from the look in your eyes you weren't going to give him one unless he took control.
âBe a good girl and do what I say,â he warned.
You nodded obediently. You would do whatever he wanted to get him back inside of you, you didn't care. âKeep those legs open,â he instructed, then finally pushed inside you.
You bite back a loud moan as he thrusts into you. His face was buried in your neck as he drove himself into you deeper and deeper. Your head was hitting the car door with each thrust but you were too far gone to care. You wrapped your legs tight around his waist and pulled him into you with each thrust. You were close and with a few more sharp thrusts you were spilling all over him and dripping down the leather seats of his car.
âLook at you, making such a mess,â Mark moaned, his grip tightening on your cheeks as he opened your mouth. âDirty fucking girl,â he whispered before spitting into your mouth. His pointer and middle finger rest against your tongue as he makes sure you swallow it before hooking his fingers into your mouth. He fucks you like that, eyes glazed over as he watches you suck against his fingers
His hips grow erratic, the sight of you, saliva dripping down your face and pussy spasming around his cock in overstimulation pushed him over the edge. He came deep inside of you and watched the cum drip as he pulled out.
When you eventually slipped out of the car, a stupid smile plastered itself across your face. Clenching your legs tight, you tried to hold him inside as you settled into the passenger seat. Little did you know, four pairs of eyes were still watching from the distant shadows.
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"So, where did you and Mark run off to last night?" Yuna asks, flanked by your other friends, Mia, Chenle, and Yang Yang, as you make your way to the library.
âA true lady never kisses and tells,â you respond, lifting your chin defiantly.
âExcept youâre not a lady, youâre a whore,â Mia elbows you playfully. âNow spill! Whatâs going on with you and Mark? Last I checked, you ghosted him.â
âYou guys are so nosy,â you roll your eyes.
âStop acting like itâs not killing you to keep this a secret,â Chenle urges.
You huff, feigning annoyance. âFine! Since you guys wonât stop hounding meâŠâ
A chorus of cheers and laughter erupts from the group, and you canât help but smile shyly.
âWe started talking again over winter break, during Jisungâs family vacation.â
âWait, he was there?â Chenle asks, surprised.
âDuh, idiot. Itâs called a family vacation for a reason,â Yang Yang retorts, shoving Chenle lightly.
As the group grows increasingly chaotic, you near the library. âAlright, guys, Iâll tell you everything later, but for now, shoo! Iâm meeting Mark at the library.â
A chorus of teasing âooohsâ rings out as you wave them away like pesky flies.
When you arrived with Jisung to spend the holidays with his family, you were completely surprised to see Mark roll in later that day. You hadnât expected Mark to be there. You should have anticipated it, given that theyâre cousins, but it totally slipped your mind. At first, it was awkward given the fact that you had ghosted him for seemingly no reason, and now here you were at his family vacation trying to make small talk.
You eventually hashed things out and grew closer. You spent the break catching up with Mark while hanging out with Jisung and his family. After the break, you had started hanging out alone more frequently. It felt like a spark reignited between you two.The tension in your hangouts grew, conversations became flirtatious, and lingering gazes turned heated, until one of those moments finally snapped. You and Mark tangled together, exploring each other desperately while he fucked you six ways to sunday. You had agreed to keep things casual, Mark had just gotten out of a relationship a few months ago and wasnât ready to dive back in.
Thatâs what led you to your current situation.
Itâs not that you wanted to flake on the guys; you just happened to be really into Mark right now. You used to be so down bad for him, and now that you finally had him in your clutches, you werenât letting go anytime soon.
You're sitting at a table in the back of the library as you flip through the pages of your textbook. You burst into a fit of giggles at something Mark says. He was seated next to you, his own reading material disgarded as he leaned over your shoulder trying to help you study. The way he leans in, his warm breath grazing your ear as he explains the lesson, sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
Meanwhile, Haechan, sitting with Renjun at a nearby table, narrows his eyes as he spots you and Mark at the back of the library. âShe canât be serious,â Haechan mutters, incredulous.
Mark is unnecessarily close, his finger tracing a line in your textbook. You catch his eye and share a playful glance, and it makes your heart race. Haechan groans in annoyance at your obvious flirting. The way you're biting your lip and laughing at everything Mark says was aggravating. There's no way Mark was that funny!
âShhh! Ms. Song already said if she has to kick us out again, weâre banned from the library,â Renjun interjects quietly, shooting Haechan a sharp look.
âIs she seriously ditching us for him? Whatâs so special about him, anyway?â Haechan grumbles, crossing his arms. Here he was, supposed to be studying, having begged Renjun to tutor him, only to be distracted by you.
âAfter what we saw last night, heâs probably some kind of sex god. I mean, did you see the look on her face when they got out of the car?!â Renjun says sarcastically. A smirk creeped onto his face, knowing the image he just painted is pushing all of Haechanâs buttons.
âI could do that! That should have been me!â Haechan waves his hands in mock frustration, his voice rising a little too high.
âShhh!â Renjun hisses again, glancing around nervously to see if anyone is listening.
âDo you even care?â Haechan whispers furiously, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Renjun lets out a long, exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. âYes, I care, but unlike you, Iâm mature enough to let it go! Now please,â he says, placing a finger over his lips in a quieting gesture.
Haechan grumbles under his breath but sinks back into his chair, arms crossed stubbornly. However, his eyes remain glued to you and Mark. Heâs acutely aware that the lines etched across his forehead are deepening, and heâs sure heâll regret it later when wrinkles form, but right now, he canât tear himself away from the sight of Markâs hand dipping below the table slyly.
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You stood on the porch, knocking on the door a little louder than necessary. The cold weather seeped into your bones, and you hoped someone would be home to let you in. You had called earlier, but no one had answered. Mark was sick, and your other friends were all busy with work or studies. Bored out of your mind, you were looking for some fun.
You knew they were likely angry with you, after all, you'd been ignoring them for most of the week. Despite that, you felt confident they'd relent and let you in once they got a look at what you had on. Under your coat you made sure to dress in the shortest silk shorts and a top that was all cleavage and no coverage. Although you were practically freezing outside, you figured it was worth it for the extra brownie points it might earn you.
As you knocked again, a messy-haired Jeno opened the door. His headphones hung from his neck, and a gaming controller was in his hand. He looked surprised to see you, and for a moment, he simply stared. You smiled sweetly and ushered yourself inside as he stood frozen, his eyes fixed on your outfit.
Once you were warm and out of the cold, you looked around the quiet house for everyone else. "Where is everyone?" you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Jeno shrugged, putting his controller down on the counter. "I don't know, they've been gone for a while." He raised an eyebrow, his gaze drifting to your cleavage again. "Who were you coming to see?"
You laughed and tilted your head, moving closer to him. "No one in particular. I was just bored and missed you guys."
"Missed us, but can't pick up the phone?" he joked, moving to sit on the couch.
You smiled and got comfortable on his lap,your legs caging him in as you straddled his waist. "Are you mad?" you asked him, your eyes meeting his.
Jeno shook his head softly, his gaze locked on your lips. "Could never be mad at you."
Your heart swelled at his words, and you felt your face heat up. Suddenly, you couldn't meet his gaze anymore.
Jeno leaned in, his voice teasing. "Why are you acting all shy, little bird?"
You bury your face in his neck. "You're making me nervous."
Jeno's hands moved to rest on the tops of your thighs, and he massaged the skin there. "Now you see how I feel. Come on, look at me."
You finally brought your gaze back to his, and Jeno's eyes locked onto yours. His expression was soft and adoring, and you felt a flutter in your chest. "We have some time before they get back," he said. "Let me have you to myself, hmm?"
You nod and his lips cover yours in a needy kiss, your tongues and teeth in a passionate battle. You hold on to his face, returning the kiss with just as much fever. You can feel his sharp jaw flex under your fingertips as his mouth opens wider and a low moan escapes him. His hands slide lower, resting on your ass before he sits up and effortlessly lifts you. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.
He drops you gently on the mattress, and you look up at him as he pulls his shirt off his body. The way he gazes down at you reveals the quiet longing in his eyes. He crawls onto the bed, looming over you with a teasing smile that makes your pulse quicken with excitement.
âAre you gonna be a big girl and take your clothes off, or do you need my help?â
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down for another kiss. You feel playful as you brush your lips against his teasingly. âI think I can manage, but then againâŠâ You give him a smirk. âIf youâre offering your help, who am I to refuse?â
He closes the distance once more, smiling into the kiss as his hands deftly strip you of your clothes. Once he's got you naked he kicks off his jeans, the sound of fabric hitting the floor echoing in the quiet room. You reach for the waistband of his briefs, eager to take the next step, but he grabs your wrists, pinning them against the pillow.
âLet me take my time,â he warns.
He gropes your breasts, his hands warm as he teases your nipples, sending shivers of pleasure racing through your body. With a swift motion, he kicks your legs open, sliding a knee between them, and your hips automatically grind down against it, seeking the friction you desperately crave. Your body is restless and all you want is to put your hands on him, to feel every inch of his skin against yours.
In your fight to keep your hands still, they slip under the pillow, where your fingers graze something cool and leather. Curiosity piqued, you pulled it out, and your eyes widened at the sight before you.
âA leash?â you ask, your voice laced with surprise.
Jenoâs head pops up, his face turning beet red as he processes the leather leash and collar in your hands. He glances between the items and your face, his mouth open, fumbling with whatever sentence he's trying to form.
âUhâŠIââ He stumbles over his words, clearly flustered, and you canât help but chuckle at his reaction.
âDidnât know you were this freaky,â you tease, arching an eyebrow as you lean in closer. âYou like to leash your partners? Kinky.â
He looks down shyly, biting his lip in embarrassment. âNo, thatâs not itâŠâ
An inquisitive âHmm,â escapes your lips before the realization dawns on you. âNo way! Our puppy likes to be leashed?â you say excitedly. âThatâs so hot!â
In an instant, he snatches the items out of your hands, his cheeks still flushed. âYouâre just teasing, itâs not funny,â he retorts, rolling his eyes.
âIâm serious,â you insist, grabbing his face to force him to meet your gaze. âI want to try.â
The look he gives you is one of pure puppy-dog innocence, those large, expressive eyes reflecting the desire that's swirling in his stomach. You canât contain your excitement at the thought of slipping the collar around his neck. With careful hands, you tighten the collar and attach the leash, you smile at the dominance you now wield.
Giving an experimental tug, you pull him closer until heâs a breath away, his warm breath fanning across your skin. Itâs like a light switch flips, suddenly he's looking down at you, gaze dark like a predator despite being the one leashed.
He lets you wrap your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back as you urge his body closer. Jeno buries his face back into your chest, grinding against you, and you can feel the heat radiating from both of your bodies. You desperately cling to each other, hips moving with need, and you realize just how wet you are when the front of his briefs quickly become soaked by your arousal. Heaving breaths fill the room, mingling with your desperate moans that you can no longer hide. Each drag of his hips sends red hot pleasure through you, but youâre growing tired of his teasing. He knows what you want, all you can think about is feeling him inside you, but he seems determined to rile you up. You might be the one holding the leash, but somehow it feels like heâs still the one in control.
Frustrated, you tighten your grip, tugging him away from your chest. His forehead rests against yours giving you his full attention. Your hand trails down his body, skimming over his toned abs until you reach the waistband of his briefs. This time, he allows you to pull them down, and his eyes widen, round and innocent, as you grip him in your hand.
A low moan escapes him, reverberating through his body as he instinctively thrusts into your grasp. His eyes screw shut, and his head falls against your shoulder in sheer ecstasy. âThatâs my good boy,â you whisper, a wicked smile curling your lips as pleasure overtakes him. His soft whimper in response makes you feel powerful.
But it's fleeting. He sits back, his leash glides between your fingertips as he pulls himself away from your grasp. He was still teasing and you were growing sick of it.
âCome on puppy, be good,â you coax. âI need you.â
A playful smile creeps across his lips. âYouâve got me,â he assures, finally relenting to the irresistible pull of your legs urging him inside of you.
In the next moment, he slips between your legs and slides into you. Youâre so ready for him, slick and inviting, and you moan his name like a prayer. He has missed youâevery delicious inch of you. Heâs right where he needs to be.
Your grip on the leash tightens as he begins to fuck you with a steady rhythm. His hands grip your thighs roughly, pulling you against him with each thrust, making you feel every inch of him. When you slide up the bed, he yanks you back down and pins you in place to make you take it.
Suddenly, he manhandles you onto your side with ease, throwing one of your legs over his hip. His strokes turn deep and slow, hitting that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. You canât help but squeeze him just right in this position, and he revels in it, those dark eyes locked onto yours with intensity.
His hands roam freely, groping and kneading your ass until he lands a harsh slap against the skin there, causing you to jolt in surprise. You glare at him playfully and in retaliation, you yank the leash roughly, asserting control. When his gaze meets yours, fire ignites behind those enticing eyes, and a wicked smirk dances across his lips.
He flips you over, twisting your body until you are on your hands and knees. He's on one knee behind you and the other is bent to keep your leg propped open. He drags his heavy cock through your wet folds, ready to take whatâs his. Heâs deep, you can barely catch your breath, each strong thrust knocking the air from your lungs. One of your legs is suspended over his and you're unable to do much but submit to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.
You can feel your arms growing weak from holding yourself up, threatening to cave under the bliss. When Jeno notices, he deliberately drops his leg, and you collapse into a classic doggy style. Instantly, he pushes your head into the sheets, grinding into you before his hips pick up their relentless pace.
You moan loud and unashamed, surrendering completely to him as he continues to wreck you, his every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. When you look back over your shoulder, your breath hitches at the sight.
Jeno's chest heaves up and down, sweat glistening and trickling down to his happy trail. His hair, once lightly tousled, now spikes up in every direction, a testament to the way you'd run your fingers through it. The collar sits snug around his neckâa beautiful accessory that seems to belong there. The chain of the leash thrashes wildly against his chest with each powerful thrust, creating a rhythm that echoes through the room. His eyes are blown wide with lust, lips swollen from kisses shared, and he looks utterly delectable. In that moment, you canât believe how you ever forgot just how much fun you had with him, or how stunning he was, and how he made you feel like the center of his universe.
What was a mark, anyway?
All you can think of is Jenoâcrave him, worship himâas he fucks you into the sheets, your body begging for more. Each roll of his hips sends you spiraling closer to the edge, and you moan his name over and over in a chant of pure ecstasy.
You wrap your fist around his chain, tugging him down over your shoulder until your lips are just inches apart, and you kiss him as you cum. You donât loosen your gripâyou need him to look you in the eyes. You want to see every ounce of him when he fills you with his cum.
His brows furrow, and his mouth hangs open, breath coming in heavy gasps as he continues to pound into you. His eyelids flutter and he moans. âHarder,â he gasps out and you canât help but clench around him. You tighten your hold on the leash, effectively choking him just as he reaches his peak.
He grunts loudly, head dropping between your shoulder blades as he spills into you. The sensation pushes you over the edge once more, and the two of you ride out your high together, clinging to each other as you breathe heavily. When he finally catches his breath, he spreads your ass cheeks, pulling out slowly, watching as he drips from your messy cunt.
âThatâs it, thatâs my girl,â he murmurs to himself.
As he rolls off you, he takes a moment to regain his composure, and when he does, he goes to grab a towel, gently wiping you down. The soft cloth feels soothing against your skin, and then he dresses you in one of his shirtsâa perfect fit, soft, and smelling of him. You help him take off his collar, kissing and massaging the skin of his neck.
Once youâre both settled, he pulls you into his chest, wrapping you in warmth. It was cold outside and you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
You donât remember dozing off, but the soft sounds of movement in the house awaken you later. the guys must have finally returned. You shake Jeno awake, and he stirs, blinking sleepily as he looks up at you.
âI'm leaving, babe. I had fun,â you say softly, laying a gentle kiss on Jeno's cheek. His eyes are still barely open, and he groans something incoherent that makes you giggle before you slip on your shorts and head out of his room still wearing one of his shirts that hangs loosely around you.
As you step into the living room, you catch sight of Renjun sprawled on the couch, intently watching a show he had been raving about. Jaemin is in the kitchen, visibly busy with something that smells heavenly. You stretch and yawn, drawing their attention.
Renjun glances at you with a playful smirk on his face. âOh, look who came crawling back,â he jokes, raising an eyebrow.
âOh hush,â you laugh, picking up a nearby pillow and tossing it at him as you pass.
You walk into the kitchen and greet Jaemin, who glances over his shoulder as you approach. âHi, baby,â he says sweetly, his tone dripping with mock innocence.
You eyed him suspiciously. Of all the guys, Jaemin is the one you were still learning to read but you knew there was something sinister behind that sweet smile. You knew better than to let your guard down. Beneath his seemingly sweet demeanor, he was likely still mad at you for ignoring him. He was the type to smile and say everything was fine while he was plotting his revenge.
âI didnât poison it, dummy. Try it,â he insists, smiling as he lets you sample the dish.
You hum appreciatively at the taste. âThis is so good,â you moan, letting the flavors dance on your palate. Then you shoot him with your best pleading eyes. âDoes this mean Iâm off the hook?â
His smirk widens, and for just a moment, his mask slips, revealing a glimpse of the mischief underneath. âNot by a long shot. You've gotta get yours,â he threatens, playfully slapping your ass.
You shiver at the promise in his words but canât help but smile at the teasing. Making your way back to Renjun, you wrap your arms around him in a warm hug.
âI missed you too, Junnie,â you coo, peppering his cheeks with kisses. He chuckles, enjoying the affectionate attention.
âAre you staying for dinner?â he asks.
You pretend to ponder, tapping your chin dramatically, before giving in. âSure, Iâve been dying to see this show you keep telling me about anyway.â Truthfully, you missed spending time with them, and without an early class the next day, there was no reason not to.
Settling comfortably on the couch, you watch as Jaemin plates your food and Renjun glares when Jaemin casually tells him to fix his own plate. A few moments later, Jeno shuffles out of his room, clearly drawn by the scent of food. He plants a sweet kiss on your forehead before heading into the kitchen to fix a plate. You immerse yourself in Renjunâs show and it isn't until you've finished an entire episode that it hits you suddenly.
âWhereâs Haechan?â you ask curiously.
âProbably working late on his project again,â Jaemin replies, shrugging. âHis partner got sick last minute.â
âThat sucks. I really wanted to see him,â you pout, disappointment washing over you.
âYeah, heâs gonna be pissed when he finds out he missed you,â Renjun laughs.
After watching another episode and enduring about thirty minutes of Jeno and Renjun arguing over the show's plot twist, you finally decide to call it a night. You had contemplated waiting up for Haechan, but it was getting late and you were growing sleepy.
âAlright, guys, Iâm heading out,â you say, waving goodbye. They were in the middle of cleaning up from dinner, chatting amiably amongst themselves before looking up at you.
âDrive safe, and get some sleep,â Jaemin calls out while the others wave goodbye.
As you get into your car and pull out of the parking lot, a familiar car rolls in just as youâre about to drive away. Your heart skips a beat when you lock eyes with Haechan in the driver seat. Heâs looking at you in shock, not expecting to see you at the apartment. You looked just as shocked until you burst into laughter at the coincidence.
On the drive home all you can think about is how he is so going to kill you for leaving without saying goodbye. You can already envision the annoyance etched across his features when the others tell him about impromptu the hangout you had without him.
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Mark was over at your apartment, his smile brighter than ever now that he had finally gotten better. You were glued to his side, huddled under a blanket against the winter night's chill. After making hot cocoa topped with marshmallows, you had settled in for a movie, completely engrossed in the plot.
Suddenly, your phone rang, causing you to jump slightly. Mark chuckled at your startled reaction before turning back to the screen, clearly unfazed. You glanced at the caller ID and noticed Jaemin's name flashing. Hesitating for just a moment, you hit the decline button and set the phone face down on the coffee table. A small pang of guilt washed over you, but you quickly brushed it aside, focusing instead on the warmth radiating from Mark beside you.
You turned back to the movie, snuggling deeper into Markâs embrace. His warm hand rested high on your thigh, fingers absentmindedly toying with the hem of your shorts. A smile spread across your face, and you felt your heart warm at his touch. Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, prompting him to pull away slightly and meet your gaze with a smile. He then laid a gentle kiss on your forehead, trailing soft kisses down to your cheeks before finally capturing your lips in a tender kiss.
âDid you miss me?â he asked, voice teasing.
âOf course! Iâm glad youâre feeling better,â you replied, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.
Mark chuckled. âI knew you couldnât live without me.â
You rolled your eyes, laughing lightly. âDonât let it get to your head. I was really just trying to keep myself entertained while you were out of commission.â
âOh, really?â He raised an eyebrow, that teasing tone making your stomach do flips. âSo, Iâm just your favorite distraction?â
You laughed, leaning back a little. âI donât know⊠this movie is pretty good. Youâre not exactly doing a great job of distracting me.â
His laughter filled the room as he pulled you in for another kiss, making you forget all about the movie.
Suddenly, there was a rattling noise as your phone vibrated again on the table.
You ignored it as Mark pulled you into his lap, and the kiss began slowly â soft, and sweet. But as hands began to wander and your chests heaved, the kiss grew needier, more desperate. Finally, your phone stopped ringing, and you sighed in relief into his mouth.
The moment of joy was short-lived when your phone vibrated again. You groaned in frustration, and Mark pulled away, looking at you curiously.
âDonât you want to answer that?â
You already knew who was blowing you up, and the last thing you wanted was to break the moment with a call from Jaemin. You had finally gotten to see Mark after weeks apart, and you would not let anyone come between you.
âIâm good,â you said absentmindedly, leaning in to steal his lips in another kiss.
âAre you sure?â Mark asked, his words muffled against your mouth as you pressed more kisses to his lips.
You huffed in frustration. He clearly wasn't going to drop it until you answered. âFine.â
You swiped your phone from where it lay on the coffee table and headed into your room, trying to keep your expression neutral.
âWhat!â you whispered-yelled in irritation when you answered.
âRenjun wanted me to ask when you were coming over for game night.â Haechanâs voice came through in amusement.
âRenjun told you to ask when I was coming over for game night? at 11:30 pm?â
"Yes"
âWe haven't had game night in 2 monthsâŠâ
âWhich is why I was trying to get that ball rolling again.â
You sign in frustration. âDid Renjun also tell Jaemin to call me or was that you?â
âYou probably should have answered that. You know how he gets when you ignore his calls,â he said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. âHe hates that.â
You sighed. âHaechan, what do you want?â
âI miss you. I want to know why youâre ignoring me. You stopped by the other day and didnât even say hello.â
âIâm sorry. Iâm not ignoring you, I promise. I was waiting up, but I didnât know how long you would be,â you replied, your voice softening as you tried to explain. âI have to go though, Iâm doing something.â
âSomething named Mark? We all saw you with him. You know, that night at the party when you thought no one was looking,â he laughed darkly. âI already donât like sharing you. Youâre my pretty girl, arenât you?â
The realization hit you hard. Jaemin had seemed off, and now you understood you might be in deeper trouble than you thought.
âRight now, Iâm about to be your worst nightmare if you donât stop blowing me up, and what I did that night is none of your business.â
âYou donât have time for me because youâre with him. I think that is my business,â Haechan pressed.
âIâ I donât have time for this, Haechan! I have to go!â Without waiting for a reply, you hung up, your mind racing. You rubbed a hand down your face, feeling the anxiety clawing at your insides. You were so screwed.
Taking a deep breath, you headed back out to the living room where Mark was waiting.
âEverything good?â he asked, concern lacing his tone.
"Everything is perfect," you insisted, forcing a smile to mask your irritation. You couldnât let the situation with Haechan ruin this moment. Not now.
Mark studied you for a moment, his brow furrowing ever so slightly as he picked up on the tension in your voice. You could see him searching your face, wanting to know what had just happened during your phone call.
âAre you sure?â he asks gently.
âLetâs just start another movie,â you suggested, getting up to grab the remote.
Markâs hand found yours when you sat back down, squeezing gently. âWhatever you want, as long as I can hold you.â
â
Ever since that night, you and Haechan had been at odds with each other. If he hadnât already hated Mark for leaving him with a project to complete alone, he definitely loathed him now for stealing you away.
âDon't let him get to you,â Yuna said, gliding gracefully in circles around you. She had practically dragged you out from under your blankets, ripping you away from the warmth of your heater to join her for some ice skating. Winter was her favorite time of year, but for you? The cold, the snow, and those bleak, gloomy skies felt more like a punishment than the jolliest season of the year.
You struggled to keep your balance on the ice, frowning at her as she effortlessly skated. âHeâs being such an asshole right now. Acting like Iâm going to just get rid of him or something!â
âWell, are you?â she teased, gliding up to you and grabbing your hands just in time to stop you from completely losing your balance.
There weren't many people at the rink tonight; the already chilly air grew frigid as the sun dipped behind the horizon.
âOf course not! Iâm not getting rid of anyone. I just want to spend more time with Mark, thatâs all. Theyâve had their fun with me, itâs Markâs turn,â you insisted, your voice wavering slightly as you shifted your weight.
âOur favorite little plaything,â she cooed, scratching under your chin like you were a cat.
âStop, youâre so annoying!â you laughed, playfully shoving her away. You instantly regretted it as you lost your balance and fell.
Yuna burst into laughter, causing you to glare up at her. âIâm taking a break,â you pouted, waddling off the ice.
âAw, come on! That was hilarious!â she called out, her voice trailing off in the distance as you moved to the safety of the bench just outside the rink.
You plopped down on the bench and let out a dramatic huff. Lifting your bag onto your lap, you dug through it in search of your phone, hoping that scrolling through some funny videos would lift your spirits. Instead, you found a text message from Haechan waiting for you.
Sunnyboy [8:00pm]
miss how you feel pretty girl :(
Haechan had been torturing you for the past week in retaliation for you not making time for him. He had been bombarding you with pictures, showing himself gripping what was hidden beneath his grey sweats, videos of him stroking himself, his tip red and glistening with precum, and the worst of allâvoice memos. If there was one thing you adored about Haechan other than what he could do with his mouth, it was his voice. The way he moaned drove you wild, he had a talent for begging so sweetly it made you weak and he knew it. In every voice memo he sounded like a slut and it was pushing all the right buttons. You needed him badly but he had to give you a taste of your own medicine first.
Whenever you tried to confront him, he feigned ignorance, playing coy like he had no idea what you were talking about. Over the phone, he would call just to tempt you, making you listen to him jerk off. His mic would pick up everything, the slick sounds his fingers made as he pumped himself to the sinful moans that he doesn't bother to hold back all before hanging up, leaving you wanting more. But when he was face-to-face with you, he acted like a saint, full of restraint. You had forgotten that while horny Haechan was a menace, brat Haechan was even worse.
He wouldnât be satisfied until you came crawling to him on your knees, begging for forgiveness, and that was
Never.
Going.
To.
Happen.
You left him on read, knowing he would ignore your reply anyway, and made your way back onto the ice, hoping to escape the thoughts of him.
Later, you walked around town with Yuna, enjoying your little girls' outing. You loved hanging out with your friends, but one-on-one time felt more intimate in a way you cherished. You listened as Yuna shared stories about her winter break and showed you pictures of her dogs back home. She was eager for you to meet Menchi, the dog she had rescued from behind a froyo shop.
âYou should have told me you werenât going home for the holidays. I would have taken you with me!â she pouted. âYou know my mom loves you.â
âAs do they all,â you shrugged confidently. âWatch outâI might just become your stepmom.â
Your phone buzzed beside you, and you sigh as you see Haechanâs name on the screen again.
Sunnyboy [10:23]
Video attachment
"Who is it?" Yuna asked, sipping her coffee while trying to look at your screen. You quickly locked your phone before she could catch a glimpse. You didnât need her seeing the outrageous things Haechan sends you.
"It's Haechan; I'm sorry. Give me a moment," you replied, excusing yourself to the bathroom.
Once you were safe behind a stall, you unlocked your phone and navigated back to his messages. The bathroom was empty, but you still turned the volume down, cautious as you played the video. At first, you weren't sure what you were seeing until the camera angle shifted, and you gasped.
You couldn't see much, just a girl with her head in Haechan's lap, her hair obscuring her face and most of her actions. You turn the volume up a little and from the sounds of the video, it became clear what was happening. Haechan's hand rested on the back of her head, pushing it down until she was gagging. He moaned, holding her there until he finally let her come up for air. The video is short and sweet but you're still annoyed by the end of it. You noticed a message you had missed earlier beneath it.
Sunnyboy [10:24]
I can have fun without you too
dont worry ur still my pretty grl
You shouldnât be upset; you knew he wanted that reaction from you. If you showed your anger, it meant he had won, but damn, were you furious. You locked your phone and stormed out of the bathroom.
"What's wrong?" Yuna asked, concern etched on her face.
"Nothing. What were we talking about again?" you asked, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.
Yuna wanted to pry but saw the look in your eyes and knew now was not the time.
â
One way or another, you were going to show Haechan that you weren't the one to play with. You wouldn't fault him for going around and sleeping with other girls, you couldnât, considering you were intimate with almost his entire friend group. However, you knew he was doing it to get under your skin, to provoke a reaction from you. And that's what infuriated you the most.
You had reached out to Renjun to see who was home, and he sent a text back letting you know it was just Jaemin and Haechan. You cursed under your breath, disappointed that Renjun wasn't home. He was the most suitable person to help you get under Haechans skin. If not him, then even Jeno would do, but you really wanted to avoid Jaemin. His punishment was not something you were looking forward to, but you steeled yourself, knowing it was a necessary evil in your quest for revenge against Haechan.
You were determined to get revenge, no matter the cost. You would walk through fire to make Haechan pay, and that included facing the punishment Jaemin was going to give you. You could only avoid it for so long. It was time to rip the band-aid off and if you could inflict some well-deserved payback on Haechan in the process, all the better.
You [8:57]
my prince wru doing today?
Nana [9:00]
well arent u sweet Im at home why?
You [9:01]
can i come thru? I miss you
Nana [9:15]
Oh now you miss me
You [9:16]
Please jaem im sorry
Nana [9:45]
You know your in trouble when you get here right?
When you knock on the door, it swings open to reveal Haechan, casually dressed in an oversized white t-shirt and shorts, a devilish smirk plastered across his face. His eyes take in your figure, and itâs clear he thinks heâs already won this round. The cute pink set you wore just for Jaemin catches his attention, and a flicker of desire ignites behind his gaze. You can tell youâve got him hooked, but you have other plans.
With a determined stride, you walk past Haechan, refusing to give him a glance, fully aware of the heat of his gaze boring into your back. You get a rush of satisfaction the moment you catch a glimpse of his expression shifting from smug confidence to disappointment when he realizes you arenât there for him. You canât help but smile to yourself, knowing that Jaemin's punishment is about to be so worth it. Before Haechan can react or try to get his hands on you, you slip into Jaeminâs room, shutting the door firmly behind you before locking it.
Jaemin is already perched on the edge of his bed, waiting for you. His relaxed posture exudes an air of dominance that sends a thrill down your spine. He's got an easy smile on his face that you know not to trust. He sports a fitted black tank top, clinging just right, and loose grey sweats that hang low on his hips as his legs spread wide. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow from a bedside lamp creating an intimate atmosphere.
You give him your sweetest smile, making sure to sway your hips as you close the distance. Standing between his legs, you let your hand come to rest on his jawline, your thumb grazing his cheek as he looks up at you. Heâs so prettyâpretty eyes, pretty lips, and pretty lashes that frame his gaze perfectly. Behind that pretty exterior lies something dangerous but alluring.
âI love that color on you, princess. Itâs my favorite,â he murmurs, his eyes roving over your figure.
You lean down, capturing his lips in a quick kiss. âThank you, Jaem. I knowâ you reply.
Maybe he wasnât as mad as you thought.
âDid I say you could touch me?â His voice drips sweetly, yet the underlying bite sends a shiver through you.
Or maybe he was
You can feel the weight of your impending punishment closing in on you. Instantly, you pout and drop to your knees, resting your head against one of his thighs as you look up at him, your hand soothing the other.
âDonât be like that, Jaem. I said I was sorry,â you plead, giving him your most pitiful puppy dog eyes.
His hand comes up, cupping your cheek with surprising tenderness, and you close your eyes, relishing the sweet caress. But suddenly, his grip shifts to the back of your head, yanking your hair until youâre forced to meet his glare.
âI thought I asked you a question,â he states, eyes darkening. âI know you heard me, baby. Did I say you could touch me?â
âNo, sir,â you whisper, a shiver of anticipation coursing through you.
âHands behind your back,â he commands, releasing your hair.
You comply, settling back on your knees, heart racing as you await his next command.
âDonât give me that look, baby. You know I hate being mean,â he says, standing up from the bed and moving to his closet. When he returns, itâs with a box of toysâthe sight makes you clench your thighs involuntarily. âYou know I treat you like a princess when you deserve it.â
âIâm sorry! I didnât mean to ignore you. I was justââ
âBusy with Mark?â He tilts his head in question as he rummages through the box, pulling out a few toys. âIâm not mad. Just tell me one thing, does he fuck you better than I can?â
You swallow hard, biting back a whine. âNo, sir,â you finally manage, desperation creeping into your voice.
âThen why does he get your attention while I get ignored?â The question hangs heavy in the air, and you know you have no answer.
âLooks like I just need to remind you who you belong to. Get undressed.â
Once youâre completely bare before him, he nods to the bed, and you get on the mattress, kneeling near the edge, obediently waiting for his instructions.
âDo you trust me, baby?â
âYes, sir,â you breathe.
âIâve got a new toy. Can I try it with you?â He pulls out a bar with cuffs on either side and cuffs in the middle, designed to keep your legs open and your hands bound.
âWhat is that?â you ask, tilting your head in curiosity.
âItâs to keep you open for me,â he explains, voice smooth as silk. âDo you want to try?
Mind racing, you nod eagerly before catching yourself. âYes, sir,â you correct, using your words. It had been awhile since you had been with Jaemin so you had to remember his rules
âHands and knees then precious,â he commands.
As you position yourself, a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbles inside you. You had never been bound like this before. You could feel yourself dripping and you had almost forgotten this was all for your punishment. He secures the velcro cuffs around your ankles, and makes you thread your arms underneath your body, binding your wrists to the bar in the center. Face down, ass up, spread wideâcompletely at his mercy. A breathless gasp escapes you as you realize just how vulnerable youâve become, the anticipation coursing through your veins like electricity. You can feel butterflies erupting in your stomach.
âJaemin,â you whine.
"Are you okay, baby?" he asked. His brow furrowed, studying your reaction, waiting for any sign of discomfort.
You whined again, feeling like you were about to implode. "Do something," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper.
A soft chuckle escaped him, and he playfully slapped your ass before leaving a gentle kiss that made your breath hitch. The spreader bar dug into your skin, forcing your body to arch in a way thatâs almost painfully perfect. There was something about the compromising position that left you feeling extra sensitive. Youâve never felt so open, so on display, and itâs making you melt.
He walks over to reach back into his box of toys and pulls out a blindfold. You look up at him, eyes shining in a silent beg that you hope makes him go easier on you but he just kisses your cheek and ties the blind fold, stealing your vision. The darkness is immediate, suffocating, and it only heightens every other sensation.
You let out a soft sigh as his warm hands glided down your back, kneading your ass. You tense up a little, bracing yourself for the sharp sting of a slap that never comes. Instead his hands leave your body completely, leaving you to wonder what he would do next. You were dripping and you wanted to rub your legs together. You needed to find some kind of friction to ease the ache that was building inside you but the spreader bar held you firm and it was killing you.
You heard the door open and close and you groaned in frustration. He was gone for a few moments and you're glad he came back when he did because you were about to start crying and maybe scream for Haechan to come finish you off.
You hear the faint clink of glass against wood, and then his hands are on you again, cold and wet. Ice. He must have taken a sip of water, letting it chill his lips before he pressed them to your skin.
You gasp as his cold kisses trail down your back. His lips are teasing, brushing over every inch of your skin except where you need him most. When his mouth reaches the back of your thighs, you whine, desperate and broken. Heâs avoiding you, toying with you, and itâs driving you insane. You hated this, you would rather him spank you until your ass was raw and get it over with but Jaemin was hellbent on making you suffer, making you feel the longing he had to endure.
âYouâre so wet,â he murmurs, his voice thick with awe. âLook at that.â His thumb finds your clit, circling it lightly, and you moan, pushing back against him, desperate for more. Anything. But he just chuckles, his hand leaving you again, and you feel the sharp sting of his palm against your ass. He pulls your cheeks apart and a silent âfuckâ slips out as he observes you.
âI always have so much fun with you, precious,â he says, leaning over you. His body is warm against your back, his hardened length pressing into you as he whispers in your ear. âI want you to myself so bad. I really hate sharing you.â
Your breath hitches, and you push back against him, grinding your hips into his. âIâm yours, Nana,â you promise, your voice trembling. He doesnât stop you, letting you rock against him, begging for relief. But just as youâre about to lose yourself in the friction, he pulls away, leaving you aching and empty.
You hear the clink of the glass again, and shiver as you feel him press a cold ice cube against your pussy lips. He holds it in between his lips as it melts and drips down your cunt making you yelp. âNana, it's cold.â
He slaps the back of your thigh, his mouth too full to speak. The ice eventually melts and you feel his tongue, cold and wet, tracing through your folds, and you whimper. Itâs maddening. Heâs relentless, licking and teasing, never giving you the pressure you need. Youâre drenched, your thighs shaking, and all you can do is take it. Youâre his to play with.
You know this isn't even the beginning of what he had in store for you.
âSo fucking greedy,â he says, pulling away for just a moment. âThatâs why you needed Mark, huh? We werenât enough for you?â
âItâs not like that,â you choke out, your voice cracking with the tears threatening to spill.
âItâs okay, baby. I like sluts. They always make the prettiest noises when I break them.â
His tongue pushes into you, deep and searching, and you scream, your face buried in the sheets. His hands grip your thighs, holding you against his face, his tongue curling and flicking until youâre seeing stars. He moves to your clit, sucking and teasing, and youâre so close. His fingers dip inside of you and you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes at the pleasure. His fingers thrust and curl up inside of you until your body is tensing up. Youâre about to cum but then he pulls away and you sob.
âNo! Donât stop, please!â You hated orgasm denial and of course Jaemin found out about this little weakness of yours somehow.
âThatâs too bad,â he says, his voice dripping with amusement. âBeen spoiling this pussy too much, now it's become greedy.â
He watches as silent cries and hiccups make your body shake. His hands move gently, rubbing soothing circles against your lower back until your breathing begins to steady, letting you throw your tantrum.
You feel him loosen the blindfold, and you blink to bring your vision into focus. Tear-filled eyes meet his gaze, and he leans down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. "Howâs my princess doing?" he asks, checking in on you again.
"I'm fine," you sniffle, but your voice falters as you add, "Please make me cum."
He chuckles softly, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Not yet, love," he replies.
You hear the sound of something being pulled from his box, and then you feel itâa vibration against your clit. Itâs the rose toy, and the moment he turns it on, you lose all coherence. âFâoh my god!â
He holds it against you, the low setting sending a heady rush of pleasure through your body. Youâre close again, your muscles tightening, but he pulls away just as youâre about to tip over the edge. âBe a good girl just a little longer, and you can have me,â he reminds you.
Your mind is swirling, pleasure clouding your thoughts. Your brain was practically mush in your head and when he leans back down to lick up your slickness, you completely lose it. Instantly, your legs quake, heat pooling in your lower belly, and you cry out, hips pushing back against his face for more. You were close again but itâs as if Jaemin has a sixth sense and he pulls away again.
"No, no, no, no, no!" you repeat urgently, your voice rising in frustration, but also laced with desperation
"It's ok, we're almost done," Jaemin's soothing voice tries to calm you down. âTake it one more time for me," he coaxes, "and I'll let you cum."
Youâre a mess, tears streaking your face, your body trembling with need. He pulls off his shirt, then his sweats and briefs, and you hear the soft sound of him stroking himself. He groans as he watches you drip onto his sheets. The tip of his cock is angry red, and the way he grips himself tells you heâs close to breaking too.
He presses the tip of his cock against you, letting it slip through your folds before heâs pushing the tip in. Your throat had grown horse from how loud you had been moaning and screaming. Your back arches deeper as he fucks you with just the tip. He picks up the vibrator again, pressing it against your clit, and youâre so close. He bites his bottom lip as he watches the way you squirm. He was driving you insane. His free hand held firm on your hip to keep you still when you tried to press back into him. You were about to cum but he pulls out, switching the vibrator off, and you sob, your legs shaking as another orgasm is ripped away from you.
Jaeminâs hands move swiftly, the velcro cuffs releasing with a soft rip as he unbinds your ankles and wrists. The spreader bar is tossed carelessly to the side, landing somewhere on the bed with a muffled thud. Before you can even process the relief of being freed, his strong hands are
flipping you onto your back, and thereâs no time to catch your breath before heâs positioning himself between your legs.
âJaem, waitâitâs too much,â you gasp, your voice breaking as he pushes into you, the stretch almost overwhelming after so much teasing. Your body jolts, every nerve alight with sensitivity, and your nails instinctively rake down his back in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. He hisses, but his pace doesnât falter, his thrusts deep and relentless.
He doesnât hear you, only responding with a growl as his hands grip your thighs and shove them up against your chest as he continues to fuck you.
The angle is punishing. Your body arches, every muscle tensing as pleasure builds to a breaking point. Youâre so close, teetering on the edge, and thenâyouâre there. Your body convulses as you cry out, your release soaking his thighs and the sheets beneath you. Youâre squirting, the sensation utterly overwhelming, and you hear Jaeminâs voice, rough and guttural, as he watches the mess youâve made.
âFuckkk,â he moans, as he gazes down at you. âSo fucking good. This pussy is so fucking good.â His words are a low growl, and you can see the way his eyes flutter, his own control slipping as he gets lost in the sight of you.
But he doesnât stop. His hips snap forward again, driving into you intensely. His hands move to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it in a firm but not crushing grip. You gasp, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your climax, and he leans down, his breath against your ear.
âYou gonna answer me when I call you? Gonna text me back?â he demands, his voice low and commanding, his gaze intense as he searches your face for an answer.
âYes, Nana!â you scream, your voice raw and ragged, your body thrumming with overstimulation. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes again.
âAre you going to make me punish you again?â he asks, his voice barely above a whisper now, but itâs no less threatening. His hand tightens slightly around your throat, and you whimper, shaking your head frantically.
âNo, Nana.â
âThatâs my fucking princess, atta girl.â He says, his lips curling into a wicked grin, his eyes alight with pride. Sweat glistens on his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin, and youâre mesmerized by the way he looks in this momentâutterly wild. Your juices drip down his thighs, and your eyes flicker to the claw marks decorating his biceps, a testament to how badly youâve wanted him, how much youâve needed him.
Heâs insane, and you love it.
His thrusts grow harder, more erratic, and you can feel him teetering on the edge. His hand leaves your throat, moving to grip your hip as he drives into you one last time. He groans, his body tensing as he spills into you, his release hot and filling. You can feel him pulsing inside you, and itâs enough to send a final, weak shiver of pleasure through your body.
When he pulls out, you collapse back onto the bed, utterly spent. Your muscles ache, your throat is sore, and youâre completely wrecked. Jaemin catches his breath above you, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and you swear itâs like watching a switch flip. The demon that had possessed himâthe one that had pushed you to the brink over and overâitâs gone, replaced by the Jaemin you know. His eyes soften, and he brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle now, almost tender.
âWas that too much?â
âNever.â
After cleaning you up, changing the sheets, and tending to your bruises you decide to spend the night. You had no energy to get up and go home, you weren't sure you could even walk to do so. That morning you wake up in Jaemin's arms, snuggled up to his chest with your legs intertwined. You catch a glimpse of his sleeping face and can't help but smile.
You kiss his nose and untangle yourself from the sheets, careful not to disturb him. He's a deep sleeper, and all he does is roll over and go back to sleep. You quietly get out of bed and make your way to the kitchen to get some water.
You pour yourself a cup of water, savoring the silence of the morning. The gentle chirping of birds fills the air as you lean against the counter, relaxing with a content sigh and letting your mind wander to thoughts of nothing.
Your peaceful moment is abruptly interrupted by the sound of a door opening and closing, followed by footsteps approaching. You assume it's Jaemin coming to join you, but you freeze when Haechan rounds the corner.
In that instant, you remember the original reason you had come overâto rile him up. And boy, does he look pissed. He watches you with a fierce glare as you gulp down your cup of water, standing in front of the fridge while he remains across the kitchen, separated from you by the island.
"When you're ready to come home, I'll be right here," Haechan says.
âYou're talking about what?" You inquire annoyed.
How our little Princess runs to everyone but me when she's needy." He rebuttals.
"You brought this on yourself," you shoot back. "You decided to send those photos to get a rise out of me, so forgive me if I felt inspired to do the same."
âJaemin did a number on you, didn't he?" he says, his eyes drifting to your skin, where the bruises from Jaemin are visible.
Your face flushes as you remember the bruises that litter your skin and how loud you were with Jaemin. âMaybe he did. But thatâs none of your business, Haechan.â
âExcept it is. it's a little hard to ignore when you're parading around with marks from someone else."
"Maybe they could have been from you if you weren't so insufferable," you snap.
"I've wanted it to be me, but you're too busy with your new plaything," Haechan says, his jaw set in irritation.
"I wish you would stop worrying about Mark." You whisper-yell, trying to keep your voice down from waking the whole house. âWhat's your issue with him anyway?â
"Besides him fucking me over for my last project⊠let me think. Maybe it's the fact that you're throwing us to the side for him."
You feel a twinge of guilt at his words, but you try to deflect it. "You're ridiculous when you're jealous, you know that right?"
"Says the girl who just screwed my roommate to get back at me," Haechan says, his voice cold. He rounds the corner of the island and closes in on you.
"Only because you never learned how to wait your turn."
"Don't like sharing," Haechan says, his eyes locked on yours.
"Not my problem, maybe one of those girls can keep you company."
He pins you against the counter, his eyes boring down on you. "Stop acting like you don't want me, if you didn't want me, you wouldn't be here right now."
You glare back at him, trying to maintain your cool. "Well, you're in my way," you say, gesturing to your current position pinned against the counter.
"Admit you want me," Haechan challenges. "Then you can go."
You refuse to answer, keeping your mouth shut as he looms over you. You can practically feel his pent-up desire and frustration as he eye-fucks you a breath away.
His hands find their way to your waist, and with a subtle firmness, he pulls you away from the counter, pinning you to the cool surface of the island in the middle of the kitchen. You find yourself face down on the marble as Haechan stands behind you. His hips pressed into your ass as he reached around to the front of your panties. The soft pads of his fingers stroke you through your panties, sending a shiver down your spine.
âSoaked just like I thought,â he murmured, his voice teasing. You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
âFuck you, Donghyuck,â you spit.
He chuckled, his breath huffing against your neck. âThatâs exactly what Iâve been trying to do.â His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your panties, and you clenched your jaw, determined to stay quiet. But your body betrayed you, your legs parting almost instinctively.
âThatâs right, princess. Keep that damn mouth closed and let your body talk,â he said. His fingers teased your clit, and you jolted when he pinched it sharply.
âYouâre an asshole,â you hissed, glaring at him over your shoulder.
His innocent expression didnât fool you for a second. âMe? Never.â His fingers dipped deeper, stretching you open, and you couldnât help but grind against his palm. His other hand slid up your shirt, his rough palm massaging your breast. You could feel his hardness pressing into you, and he rocked his hips forward, the friction maddening.
The sound of a door creaking open down the hall made you freeze. Your heart skipped a beat, your body heating up with embarrassment. It wasnât like the guys hadnât seen you in compromising positions before, but thisâbent over the kitchen island at nine in the morning, legs spread openâfelt different.
Jaemin emerged from the hall and paused in the doorway, his sleepy eyes taking in the scene for a moment before he shrugged. He yawned, reaching into the cupboard for a bowl, completely unfazed. He leaned against the counter opposite you, crunching on his cereal as if this were the most normal thing in the world. Haechan didnât stop, and didn't even acknowledge Jaeminâs presence. His fingers continued to thrust into you, his pace relentless. He didnât care about anything other than the way you were clenching down around his fingers as he scissored you open.
Haechan slipped a third finger into you, and your attention snapped back to him. âFocus on me, baby. Why canât you ever focus on me?â he tutted, his fingers curling inside you. You whined, your body trembling as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach.
Jaeminâs eyes were on you, watching intently as Haechan worked you closer and closer to the edge. The combination of Haechanâs fingers, his palm teasing your breast, and Jaeminâs gaze was overwhelming.
âIâm gonna cum,â you warned, your voice breathy and desperate.
Haechan smirked, his fingers slowing just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. âI donât think so, princess. You donât deserve it.â
âJaemin,â Maybe heâd take pity on you and finish you off if Haechan wouldnât. You plead and turn your head to look at him.
âCalling for another man when Iâm right here? You just donât learn,â Haechan sneered, his hand leaving your breast to deliver a stinging slap to your thigh.
âSorry, princess, I canât save you,â Jaemin said with a teasing smile. He set his bowl in the sink, pausing to press a kiss to your temple before heading back to his room, leaving you at Haechanâs mercy.
Your thighs trembled, your body begging for release. âPlease, Haechan. Iâm sorry. Please donât stop.â
You turned your body enough to pull him into a desperate kiss. You missed his lips, the way they felt against yours. It was himâonly himâyou wanted. He faltered for a moment, his breath stuttering before he regained his composure and pulled away. He had to stand on business.
âUh-uh, baby. You were bad,â he said, his fingers slowing to an agonizing pace. You squirmed in his grasp, your orgasm slipping further away.
âNo, no, please, no!â you begged, rocking against his hand pathetically. But he didnât relent. His fingers stopped entirely, and he pulled away, leaving you empty and frustrated.
âBetter go find Mark to finish you off,â he said with a bite, his tone sharp and cutting. He turned on his heel and left the kitchen, leaving you alone and seething.
You slumped against the island, your body still throbbing with need. That bastard. You wanted to scream, to chase after him and demand he finish what he started. But instead, you stayed put, your mind racing as you tried to figure out your next move.
Now more than ever you wanted to rip his head off.
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You had been grumpy all week, and your friends were starting to notice.
Sitting around the fire pit, the crackling flames burn hot against the chilly winter night. The air was biting cold, each breath forming a small cloud of mist that vanished into the darkness. Snowflakes continued to fall gently, blanketing everything in a thick layer of white, while your friends settled in around the fire. Absent-mindedly, you burned your marshmallow to a crisp, imagining it was Haechan melting over the flames.
âYou guys see that evil look in her eyes?â Jisung asked the group, bundling himself tighter in his parka and scooting a little closer to Yuna for safety.
âAnd no one believes me when I tell you sheâs been signing me up for spam emails!â Yangyang chimed in, his hands tucked deep in his pockets, shaking his head dramatically.
âBecause why would she do that?â Yuna defended you, shooting both of them a disapproving look.
You smirked at her loyalty. To be honest, you had signed him up for all those spam emails, but only after he pushed you into a lake two summers ago, right after youâd spent hours on your hair. Your favorite form of revenge came in the shape of minor inconveniences.
âSheâs got you all brainwashed. Iâm going to expose her. Just you wait!â Yangyang declared under his breath, plotting your demise.
You roasted another marshmallow, this one perfectly toasted, and handed it to Yuna. She smiled and took a bite, closing her eyes in bliss.
A few days had passed since Haechan left you hanging in the kitchen, and your frustration was starting to build up. Mark was suddenly too busy to reply, Renjun was buried under a mountain of books, Jaemin was working overtime, and Jeno⊠well, Jeno was back at the gym. He had invited you numerous times, but you had been hoping for a different kind of workout.
âThereâs nothing wrong, guys. Iâm just cold and picturing Chenle as a marshmallow for dragging us out here,â you lied smoothly.
Chenle rolled his eyes dramatically. âItâs called bonding, you ungratefuls. We havenât had a chance to hang out in forever!â
âYeah, maybe because itâs been negative two degrees outside,â Mia chimed in.
âIâm having a great time, Lele.â Jisung declared, flashing a warm smile despite the chill.
âStop flirting,â Yangyang teased as he scooped up a handful of snow and crafted a perfect snowball. He hurled it over the fire pit, and it landed squarely in Jisungâs chest.
Jisungâs jaw dropped in disbelief. âHey! I thought you were on my side!â he shot back, throwing his own snowball in retaliation.
Laughter filled the air as Jisung and Yangyang dashed through the snow-covered field in the woods behind the campus, their shouts echoing through the trees. A stray snowball from Yangyang hit you in the back of the head, and in an instant, you shot up, declaring war.
You charged at Yangyang, who was doubled over with laughter. The others joined in, hurling snowballs at each other, blissfully caught up in the chaos. You took the opportunity to sneak up on Yangyang, aiming to smother him in the snow when no one was looking.
âI told you she was crazy! Look!â he cried, but no one seemed to pay him any mind as they all ran, slipping and tumbling in the soft snow. The laughter, the playful shouts, and the thrill you got from strangling Yangyang made you forget everything else that had been troubling you. Chenle was right, hanging out with everyone was worth it. By the end of the night, you found yourself laughing easily and feeling relaxed.
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Renjun had a secret.
He was at your apartment today, just like he was every Tuesday, surrounded by a mess of textbooks and scattered notes. The coffee table was a chaotic mess of highlighters and crumpled paper, a testament to your hard work during the study session. Soft music played in the background and you hummed along quietly.
His secret?
While his roommates thought you were growing distant, Renjun didnât feel any distance at all. The truth was, he had been tutoring you for months, regularly texting you and making sure to see you once a week since winter break. So when the guys complained about your lack of attention, he just played along. Unlike them, he wasnât worried about Mark because he didnât have to be. Mark wasnât taking you from him, so he couldnât care less about the âcompetition.â They had no idea about the tutoring sessions, and he was perfectly fine keeping it that way. He enjoyed having you all to himself, and he wasnât about to let anyone ruin that so he kept his mouth shut.
Most of the time, you two really did focus on studying and making progress, but there were occasions when things got heated. By the look in your eyes, Renjun could tell that this would be one of those times.
âWhy do you look like youâre about to pounce on me when you still havenât tackled number 7?â he teased, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. He leaned back against the couch, closing his textbook.
âBecause I canât focus. Iâm just⊠horny,â you groaned, throwing your head back in frustration. âEveryoneâs been too busy to hook up, and this 8=D is starting to look way too much like a penis!â
Renjun picked up your paper and glanced at it, snorting with laughter. âWell, you literally just made that up, so letâs start there,â he chuckled, handing it back to you as you sat cross-legged on the carpet, trying to find some semblance of concentration.
âIt was on the paper, I swear it was!â you protested, dramatically laying your head against the coffee table hoping the cold wood would cool you down.
âNeed me to take care of you?â he asked sweetly.
âNo, I can do this. Iâm just being pathetic,â you insisted, sitting up straight and attempting to put on your best brave face, but it was getting harder by the second.
âReally? Are you sure? Iâll make it quick,â he replied, a hint of desperation in his eyes. Maybe he needed it just as much as you did.
You looked at him, and your resolve just crumbled. You were starting to feel a bit like a whore, but honestly, it was hard not to be when everyone was so irresistible. Each one of them had their own charm and quirks that you couldnât help but love. They each drew you in making it impossible for you to replace any of them. You wished they would understand that and stop worrying about Mark.
Renjun was the one who kept the balance among the chaos, never demanding too much but always there when you needed him. Thatâs what you liked most about him: his easygoing attitude. He could adapt to every situation, cracking jokes at the right moments while always knowing when to be serious. He was sweet but firm, guiding you without pushing. With his playful charm and sass, he kept you on your toes, making every moment fun. Renjun was your anchor, the constant in your life that you could rely on. You could talk to him about anything, and he always knew how to make you feel better. He was your always.
You finally let out a deep sigh, and the tension in your shoulders eased just a little. âOkay, I could use a little help relaxing,â you said as the corners of your mouth twitched into a small smile.
He takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom, making you think heâs going to lay you down on the mattress but he guides you to the connected bathroom instead. He turns on the shower, checking the temperature and making sure itâs warm enough before both of you start to peel away your clothes. Once under the soothing cascade of water, you let out a sigh of relief.
He wraps his arms around you, holding you close for a moment, letting you rest and relax against him. Then, he gently pulls away and kisses you, his lips soft against yours. He presses you against the cold tile of the shower, and you shiver, but the warmth of the water quickly envelops you, warming your skin as the kiss deepens.
âAm I selfish for wanting to keep you all to myself?â he whispers, laying kisses under your ear.
âI wouldn't mindâ you whisper back, meeting his gaze before bringing his lips back to you.
The water cascaded down your bodies, pooling at your feet before swirling down the drain. Renjunâs lips trailed along your jawline, his breath warm as the steam rises around you. His thigh pressed firmly between your legs, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you as you instinctively rolled your hips against him. You couldnât help but moan softly into his mouth.
âGod, Renjun,â you gasped, your hands sliding up his slick chest to rest on his shoulders. His skin was so smooth under your fingertips and you dug your nails in lightly as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid against yours, slow and deliberate, tasting every inch of your mouth as if he wanted to memorize it.
His hands slid down your sides to grip your hips. He lifted you slightly, shifting his thigh higher, and you gasped at the sudden pressure against your core. Your head fell back against the wall, your breaths coming in short, ragged bursts as he nipped at your neck, leaving little marks that made you squirm.
You tilted your hips forward, seeking more friction, more contact, more. Renjun chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin, and he reached down to grip the back of your thigh, lifting it to hook around his waist. The shift in position made you groan, the angle perfect as he pressed himself harder against you.
âIs this what you needed?â he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. His free hand moved between you, fingers teasing your clit, and you nodded frantically, unable to form words. All you could feel was himâhis touch, his warmth, the way his body fit so perfectly against yours.
Renjunâs fingers dipped lower, brushing against your slick folds, and you whimpered, arching into his touch. âSo wet already,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire. âYou really were desperate, werenât you?â
You didnât even try to deny it, too far gone to care about anything except the way his fingers circled your clit, sending jolts of pleasure racing through you. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you rocked against his hand, chasing the sensation, and he let out a soft groan, his own need evident in the way his hips pressed insistently against your leg.
âFuck, Renjun,â you moaned, your voice breaking as his fingers slipped inside you, curling just right to make your vision blur. âDonât stop⊠pleaseâŠâ If he stopped you would just die. You couldnât take any more teasing.
âI wonât,â he promised, his lips capturing yours again in a searing kiss as his fingers worked you expertly, plunging in and out while his thumb rubbed tight, insistent circles against your clit. The combination was overwhelming, and you clung to him, your legs trembling as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside you.
âLook at me,â he commanded, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were dark with lust, but there was something softer there too, something tender that made your heart stutter. You obeyed, locking eyes with him as he increased the pace of his fingers, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
âThatâs it,â he urged, his voice rough with need. âCome on baby. Cum for me.â
The command broke something inside you, and you came with a cry, your body shuddering in pleasure. Renjun held you through it, his arms strong and steady as you rode out the aftershocks, your breathing ragged and uneven.
When you finally opened your eyes, he was watching you with a smug grin, his hair plastered to his forehead and his lips swollen from kissing. âFeel better now?â he asked, his tone light but his expression still hungry.
âMuch,â you admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck. âBut we're not done.â
He laughed, a sound that made your heart skip a beat. âOh, I know.â With that, he turned you around, pressing your front against the tiled wall. Anticipation coursing through you as he stepped closer, his chest flush against your back.
âReady for another?â he murmured, his hands sliding down your sides to grip your hips. Your breath hitched as he nipped at your shoulder.
âAlways,â you breathed, reaching back to thread your fingers through his hair.
He chuckled before kicking your legs open further and guiding himself to your entrance, the tip teasing at your slick folds. âTell me what you want,â he demanded.
You bit your lip, your whole body quivering with need. âYou,â you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the shower. âJust you.â
âGood girl,â he praised, and then he was pushing into you, filling you completely in one hard stroke. You cried out, the stretch and fullness stealing your breath as he began to move, his pace steady and relentless.
âFuck, you feel amazing,â he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrust into you.
âHarder,â you begged, nails digging into the tiles as he obliged, his hips snapping against yours with increasing force. The pleasure built rapidly, coiling tight in your belly, and you knew you wouldnât last much longer.
âCum with me,â he growled, his voice strained as he reached around to rub your clit, the added stimulation pushing you over the edge. You shatter, crying out his name as he follows after you, his release spilling deep inside you.
For a moment, you both stayed like that, panting and tangled together, the water washing away the evidence of your passion. Finally, Renjun shifted, pulling you back against his chest as he nuzzled into your neck.
âLet me stay tonight,â he murmured, his voice thick with sleepiness and contentment. âNo more studying, no more stress. Just us.â
You pressed a soft kiss to his temple and nodded, holding him tight. âAnything for you, always.â
When you step out he dries you off and helps you slip on a robe and some slippers. Heâs got a towel draped around his hips, and another sits on his head as he towel-dries his damp hair. You glance at him, feeling a lazy wave wash over you; the thought of getting dressed seems pointless when you know your hands might wander again throughout the night.
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Markâs phone rings and rings, but he doesnât pick up. After a few moments, you hang up with a frustrated groan. Youâve been trying to reach him all day, and it was unusual for him not to respond at all. You had spoken to him a little over the past week but it was always a quick text here or there. Heâs always made time for you, so the silence feels deafening. You try to shrug it off, but something gnaws in the back of your mind.
You make your way to Jisung's door and knock. Chenle answers it, looking like heâs about to head out.
âWhereâs Jisung?â you ask.
âIn his room, playing video games. Whatâs up?â Chenle says, adjusting his shades.
âMarkâs acting weird, he hasnât replied to my messages,â you explain.
âHa ha! Someone's getting a taste of their own medicine!â Chenle teases, grinning. He and the others know the details of your drama with Mark and the guys, but you still haven't told Jisung everything. You didn't know how to bring up your arrangement with Mark without making it awkward. He knows the two of you talk, but youâve kept the specifics to yourself.
âVery funny,â you roll your eyes. âWhere are you going, anyway?â
âJisungâs being loud with the game, and I need silence. Iâm going to go bother Yangyang and Kun.â
âJust don't go over there stressing Kun. Heâs my backup husband and I don't need you raising his blood pressure.â
âLol whatever,â Chenle laughs, closing the door behind him.
When you enter Jisungs room, you see Jisung seated at his desk, yelling into his mic while playing an online game. Big chunky headphones sit atop his head, and the RGB lights of his keyboard and mouse illuminate his dark room.
You tap his shoulder, causing him to jump and yell into the mic. You hear muffled voices coming from his headset. From Jisung's "Sorry, guys," you can assume his teammates are scolding him for almost bursting their eardrums.
âHold on, guys, Iâve gotta go AFK real quick,â he says, muting his mic and taking off one headphone.
âYou scared me! Did Lele let you in?â he asks, confused.
âYeah, sorry,â you instantly regret barging in to ask him a dumb question now that you see heâs busy. âI was just wondering if youâve seen Mark lately? He hasnât been picking up.â Your cheeks heat up when you realize how needy and stupid you sound. Maybe you canât fault Haechan for the way he acted because here you are sounding the same way.
âMark? Yeah, one sec,â he replies, pulling up Discord on his second screen. âLooks like heâs playing League with Haechan. Theyâve been grinding for days. I swear, heâs addicted.â
âMark games?â you ask, surprised. Heâd never mentioned it before.
âYeah, he joined our Discord server like a week ago. Haechan got him hooked on Overwatch and League now.â
Your mouth drops open as everything starts to click into place in your mind. That bastard.
You reach for Jisung's mouse and start scrolling through his chat. Sure enough, there are messages back and forth between Mark, Haechan, Jisung, Jeno, and Jaemin. It makes sense that theyâd be gaming together. Before Jisung can stop you, you begin typing in the chat.
thefamousandy [9:33]
Haechan youâre dead
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Lately it's like Mark is never alone, Haechan is always right there with him. It feels like everywhere you turn, thereâs Haechan.You spot them on campus, and itâs hard to miss Haechan casually hanging off Markâs shoulder, that signature cocky smirk plastered on his face as he catches your eye for a split second. If you text Mark to hang out, his response is always âCanât, out with Haechan already.â
Finally, youâre hanging out alone with Mark at his place, but instead of the quiet, intimate time you were hoping for, you're subjected to a marathon of Mark's League of Legends ramblings. Every sentence starts with the name "Haechan."
Haechan showed me how toâŠ
Me and Haechan played untilâŠ
Haechan is really good atâŠ
Haechan
Haechan
Haechan
You were starting to feel like you're stuck in some kind of bizarre, Haechan-centric vortex. You think you might just kill Haechan.
Mark mentions the others, too, but it's like they're mere background noise. All you can hear is Haechan's name echoing in your mind.
"âŠand then Haechan told me about this one champion, Ezreal, and how you can use his Mystic Shot to last-hit minions from a safe distance. I'm glad Jisung introduced us Iâve been wanting to get into league for foreverâ he says and you zone back in
"Wait, wait, Jisung introduced you to Haechan?" you ask.
âYeah, he said they needed another person on their team,â Mark replies.
Right after Haechan, you think you might just kill Jisung too.
âYou really like this game, huh? I want to see if youâre any good,â you tease, already cooking up a plan in your head to shut him up.
Mark blushes a little. âNah, Iâm not that good, really. Haechan carries the team.â
You feel a twitch in your jaw at the sound of that name.
âWell, I want to watch you play. it sounds fun! Maybe I can get good and join too,â you say, determined to keep him focused on you.
Mark beams at you, and you trail behind him to his room as he powers up his computer. Without hesitation, you settle into his lap, and he reaches around you to log in. You canât help but think he looks adorable in his little gamer headphones.
As he dives into the game, he starts explaining the mechanics and the characters but it all sounds like blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff. Your eyes drift away from the screen and back to Mark's face, where you get lost in the sparkle in his eyes.
âAre you even listening?â Mark chuckles, his smile widening as he glances at you. You realize youâve been staring at him for the past three minutes.
âSorry, itâs just⊠youâre such a nerd, and itâs kinda hot,â you admit.
His cheeks flush a bright red, and he shakes his head, turning back to the screen to hide his embarrassment. You canât help but smile as you watch him grow shy under your gaze. He playfully scolds you, âPay attention!â
A notification pops up on his screen. thyluvhae is online.
You watch as Mark types out a response to Haechanâs request to play Overwatch. âWanna watch me play a quick match?â he asks.
âOf course!â you smile.
Mark turns on his mic and greets the guys, while you settle back into his lap, content to watch for a little while. He finishes a round, glancing over to check if itâs okay to boot up another.
About halfway through his second round, you shift in his lap and push yourself off, kneeling between his legs. Markâs eyes flicked down to you, wide with surprise, but before he could say anything, someone on his team started shouting instructions, pulling his attention back to the game.
His hands stayed glued to the mouse and keyboard, but you could see the tension in his body as you began to glide your hands up and down his thighs. Your touch was light, almost teasing, but it was enough to make his breath hitch. He stuttered a little on his sentences when he responded to something that was said, his voice trembling slightly.
You decided to escalate, pulling him from his sweats. His sharp intake of breath was barely audible, but you heard it. He covered it with a cough, his cheeks flushing as he tried to maintain his composure. You spit on his tip, the wetness glistening in the dim light, and began to stroke him with slow, deliberate movements. You take him into your mouth and swirl your tongue deviously around his tip before you trail teasing kisses down the side of his cock,
Markâs hand shot up to mute his mic, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He looked torn between wanting to tangle his hands in your hair and needing to keep playing the game. The team was too close to victory, and they had been trying all day to secure a win. His moans were quiet and breathy, still afraid someone might hear him.
You paused for a moment, looking up at him deviously. âLet me hear you, baby. Donât be shy,â you whispered. With that you took him back into your mouth and down your throat.
Markâs moans picked up in volume, his legs spreading wider as he tried to keep himself from thrusting into your mouth. The sound of his keyboard clacking and his mouse clicking filled the room, but you could tell he was struggling to focus. It wasnât long before his fingers suddenly stopped moving, and he froze. A long, shaky inhale escaped his lips, and his hips twitched upward involuntarily.
You knew you were doing a good job when he let out a low groan, and his fingers flexed on the keyboard. He jolted as someone on his team snapped him out of his trance, bringing him back to the game. Quickly, he unmuted himself. âIâm here, Iâm here. Iâmy eyes are just tired. Iâm sorry,â he lied, his voice strained as he tried to cover up his gasps.
You continued to stroke what you couldnât fit in your mouth, and Mark leaned forward, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and agony. âFuck,â he groaned into the mic, his voice trembling. âF-fuck, I almost died,â he said quickly, trying to cover up his moans.
The match dragged on, and you could feel Markâs frustration building. His body taut with tension as you continued to work him. Finally, the match ended, and Mark let out a sigh of relief. He leaned back in his chair, his chest rising and falling as he watched you.
Without a word, he reached down and gathered your hair into a ponytail, using it as a makeshift handle to control you. âThatâs right, open that throat up,â he whispered, his voice rough with need. He pushed your head down, forcing you to take him into the back of your throat. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel him throbbing against your tongue.
Markâs head leaned back against the headrest of his gaming chair, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips. He held you there for a moment, savoring the feeling before pulling you off of him. He shivers with a groan. âJust like that.â
You stare up at him with doe eyes as your lips shine with a mixture of his precum and your saliva. You pump him faster wanting nothing more than to have him paint your face.
Mark bites his lip before pushing you back down on him. You bob your head up and down sloppily just like he liked it until he was releasing down your throat. âShit,â he groaned, his voice trembling as he moaned your name. You pull away continuing to pump him and the last of his release lands on your face.
He released your hair, and you pulled away, making a show of licking your lips and swallowing. Markâs eyes were dark with desire, and he reached down to pull you into a kiss. You moaned at the prospect of him tasting himself on your lips, but before the kiss could deepen, he turned off the game and powered down his computer. With a swift motion, he picked you up and threw you into his sheets, his body covering yours, prepared to return the favor.
When you get home, you decide to FaceTime Jisung. He picks up and props his phone up, grabbing a bowl of food. Dressed comfortably in a hoodie with the hood pulled over his head, he sits at his desk and slurps his dinner.
âWhatâs up?â he mumbles around a mouthful.
âYou were the one who introduced Mark to Haechan!?â you exclaim.
âYeah, he asked me to! We needed another teammate, so I told them about Mark. How was I supposed to know you were⊠together?â
âTogether? Together in what way?â You roll over onto your stomach in bed, your expression turning serious. Did he mean together together or together together.
âHe forgot to mute his mic, and I heard a little too much,â Jisung admits, his face turning red as he looks away from the camera.
You cringe at the thought of what Jisung could have heard. âAre you mad?â you ask, genuinely concerned, your voice softening as you try to gauge his reaction.
âEw, no! Youâre like my sister,â he replies, dismissively.
"I meant about me fucking your cousin, asshat. I said mad, not jealous, genius," you retorted, raising an eyebrow at the screen.
âWhy would I be?â he says, taking another bite of his food.
âI donât know, some people have those boundaries about their family. I just wanted to make sure I didnât cross any lines,â you explain.
âItâs a little weird, yeah, but thatâs probably because I had to listen to him moan in my ear,â Jisung says, shivering slightly at the memory.
âSorry!â you reply, trying to stifle a laugh. If Jisung had heard that meant Haechan probably had too and you were a little happy to exact a little revenge on him even if you couldnât see his reaction.
â
As you walk into Mark's house, you're greeted by the sight of Haechan already lounging on the couch, looking like he's made himself right at home. Your face falls, and you shoot Mark a disgruntled glare.
"Seriously?!" you whisper-yell, trying to keep your voice down.
Mark looks apologetic, whispering back, "I'm sorry! He just showed up. I didn't want to be rude."
Haechan, sensing the tension, looks up from his phone with a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Hey there! Ready for some fun?"
You force a smile, trying to play it cool, and sit down next to him on the couch. "Can't wait."
Haechan leans back, still grinning, clearly enjoying the fact that he's inserted himself into your plans.
Mark tries to diffuse the situation, saying, "Yeah, we were just about to load up some Mario Kart, actually." He starts rummaging for extra controllers near the TV and turns it on.
âI'm downâ You say. It did sound fun but you weren't over here for Mario you were here for Mark and you were trying to play with his other joystick. Mark plops down on the other side of Haechan and passes over the remotes.
As the game starts, you quickly take the lead, using your knowledge of the shortcuts and boosts to secure first place. Mark is second, and Haechan is fourth.
As you speed ahead, Haechan tries to take you down with a banana peel, but you dodge it effortlessly. "Too slow," you tease.
The race is heating up, and the three of you are getting increasingly competitive. Markâs laughter drowns out the sound of the game, and for a moment, you almost forget about Haechan's ever-looming presence. But as the race comes down to the wire, Haechan and Mark make a alliance against you.
âJust let her have it, Mark. Iâll take care of her next round!â Haechan goads.
âHey! No teaming up!â you yell, half-amused.
Mark just shrugs, a grin plastered to his face as you get blasted with a blue shell that causes you to cross the finish line in second, Haechan gleefully taking first place.
âCheaterâ you mumble under your breath.
As the night winds down, Mark puts on a movie and you go grab some blankets while Haechan makes popcorn.
âWanna share a blanketâ You say, trying to snuggle up close to Mark on the couch.
But before Mark can respond, Haechan is back with popcorn and plops down right between you again, acting like a natural cockblock. âShare some with me too.â He hands off the bowl to Mark and throws the cover over all three of you
For whatever reason, Haechan picked a three-hour-long movie, and you're bored out of your mind. You grab your phone and excuse yourself to the bathroom.
You [9:45]
Come get your roommate hes being a nuisance
You text out an sos to Renjun.
RJ [10:20]
Lol which one
You [10:21]
The annoying one
RJ [10:23]
Jaemin?
You [10:23]
annoyingerrrrr
RJ [10:24]
Haechan lmaooo
What did he do
You [10:25]
Cockblockingggggg hes everywhere he wont leave me alone
RJ [10:28]
Just fuck him already
Before you can even think of a reply, the bathroom door creaks open, and you jump in surprise. Haechan pokes his head in.
"What theâŠ?" you whisper-yell, trying to keep your voice down. âWhat are you doing?â
Haechan shuts the door behind him and locks it, a sly grin spreading across his face. "You were taking too long to come back," he whispers.
"What about Mark?" you ask, trying to keep your cool.
âHe fell asleep.â
You can't help but raise an eyebrow. "So?"
Haechan chuckles and takes a step closer, his face inches from yours. "So I'm bored and I knew you'd be in here, trying to escape."
You poke a finger into his chest, trying to assert your dominance. "You know what you're doing," you hissed.
Haechan's smirk only grows wider. "Oh? And what's that, princess?"
"Youâre cockblocking. Stop getting in my way."
âOr what?â he teases.
Anger boils up in your chest, and you grab Haechan by the front of his shirt, yanking him closer until you're face-to-face, your grip unrelenting. The harsh words you intended to unleash fade away, caught in your throat. Instead, you slam your lips against his, biting down hard on his bottom lip. Haechan hisses in pain, but rather than pulling away, he leans into the kiss. He's been wanting this for too long, and now that it's finally happening, he's not about to let go.
He tries to push you up against the bathroom counter but with a swift move, you flip your positions around, pinning Haechan up against the counter instead.
Your eyes blaze with fury as you pull away from the kiss. "You think you're clever, stealing Mark away from me like that?" you hiss.
"Someones jealous," he says. His lip is slightly bleeding from the harsh bite, but he's not bothered, instead, he licks at it cockily.
Your anger only grows, and you reach forward, hands tangling in the back of his head, tugging hard enough to make Haechan whine. "You want me?" you say, your breath hot against his lips, your knee pressing up between his legs, making him shudder.
You've taken a few pages from Jaemin's playbook, it seems, learning how to put someone in their place, how to make them feel submission and powerlessness. And from the look on Haechan's face, it's working. He doesn't look so cocky anymore, instead, he looksâŠvulnerable. Helpless.
Haechan's head nods as best as he can in your grip, the defiance in his earlier demeanor fading.
"When have you ever been afraid to run that mouth?" you say. âSpeak up.â
The way heâs pressed up against your knee, you can see a change in his gaze. Heâs Hard against your thigh and his body is pressed impossibly close to yours, like you were his only lifeline.
"I want you. I need you so bad," he admits, his voice small.
You can't help but pat his cheek, a smirk forming on your lips. "Good boy."
He whines, reaching out to pull you close, eager to reconnect your lips, but you simply pull away entirely, enjoying the way he falls, eyes swirling with confusion and longing.
"You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you? Hands behind your back," you instruct. "You have to earn it if you want to touch me."
He complies without hesitation, his eyes innocent and docile, and something wicked stirs within you; you want to ruin him, to break him. You think you will.
Pressing yourself back against him, you slot your leg between his thighs again, "Go ahead, grind against me. Show me how pathetic you are, and maybe Iâll take pity on you."
âPlease,â he breathes out, fingers gripping tightly against the cool marble counter of Mark's bathroom. "Iâm sorry, Iâll be good."
âDon't make me tell you again.â
Haechan swallows hard, his breath hitching at your authority. You can see the conflict in his eyesâpart of him wants to push back and be a brat, but the other part, the one craving you, is ready to surrender completely.
Haechan whines softly as he grinds against your thigh, his gaze locked onto yours. Your fingers grip the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He groans into your mouth, frustration evident as he aches to reach out and grab you, to pull you closer, but he holds himself back, wanting to please you, to be good for you.
As your hands sneak under his shirt, you feel the warmth of his skin. You rake your nails down his stomach, teasingly, before pinching his nipples. The sound that escapes him is a soft moan, and you swallow his noises pressing your lips together until they are sure to bruise.
Your hands continue their exploration, sliding down to the waistband of his sweats. You tug at the fabric, freeing him from its confines, your grip finding the base of him. You hold him firmly, feeling the way he twitches under your touch, and you look at him with a smile.
âSpit on it,â you instruct him sweetly.
Haechan gazes at you with a hazy expression and rosy cheeks as he collects his saliva in his mouth. The spit drips down onto the head of his cock, and he sighs at the way it trickles down.
His breath hitches as you tighten your grip just slightly.
âYou listen so well, why can't you be like this all the time?â you say in a whisper.
You stroke him slowly, ensuring to twist your wrist around the head as you move up. Your movements are deliberate, slow, and drawn out to drive him crazy.
His hips buck up into your grasp.. You make a ring around the head of his cock with your fist and watch as he fucks into it. His breath is choppy, and his noises are high-pitched as he throws his head back.
âYou make me feel so fucking good, I can't take this,â he cries. âI need you.â
âShut up before you wake up Mark,â you say cruelly. Your hand stops at the base of his cock and squeezes punishingly causing him to curse and shudder.
Your hand starts moving again, and you attach your lips to his neck, sucking a pretty bruise into the skin there. You nip at the skin meanly before pulling away. You release him and the noise he makes is devastating. You laugh in his face and mock him.
âGrip it, you think I'm going to do all the work for you?â
Both hands lift off the counter, but you stop him. âKeep one hand on the counter and don't move it.â
He follows your instructions, gripping himself firmly. He doesn't move, just looks at you waiting for your next command.
âLook at you catching on fast,â you commend him. âShow me how you like it.â
A broken whine leaves his lips as he starts fisting his cock in front of you. His cheeks are red, and he's clearly embarrassed, but he doesn't stop.
His pace is fast and rough, and he bites his lip to silence his moans. âSlow down,â you instruct.
He shakes his head stubbornly. âCanât, so close.â He says, words coming out broken.
âYou want to finish like that? Be my guest, but youâre not fucking me.â
He whines, but finally stops, his chest heaving as he fights back his orgasm.
âYouâre hard headed, so donât think youâll be rewarded.â You lean over the counter, pulling your bottoms down but leaving your underwear on. âFuck my thighs, that's all you get.â
Haechan is behind you in seconds, pushing into the tight space between your thighs. He leans over you, his hips slapping noisily against your ass as he chases his high. His fingers dip into your underwear, playing with your slickness before plunging deep inside you. His fingers match the rhythm of his thrusts, and he imagines itâs his cock filling you.
âWanna fuck this pussy so bad. Youâre so fucking selfish.â He moans in your ear, slowly transforming back into the brat you know and love.
âYouâre always doing me dirty, but I still worship this pussy.â His free hand grips your hip, his fingernails biting into your skin. âIâd fill you up, stretch you out like you need, but you wonât let me.â
You moan at his words, grinding back against him as his fingers plunge deeper. âI should fucking break you. Iâm too nice to you.â
Youâre not sure when the tables turned, but youâre soaking his fingers. He curls his digits deep inside you, and suddenly youâre cumming. He pulls his fingers out and slides your panties to the side, lining up at your entrance. He splits you open and moans at how wet you feel. Wet squelching fills the bathroom as he begins to fuck you. You want to protest but he feels so good you canât. You hadnât felt him in so long you would be insane to stop him now.
He had needed this for so long but he's frustrated beyond belief because he's already so close. This was not how heâd envisioned having you after so long. But it was alright, there would always be a next time, and next time, you would be his good girl.
He grips your hair roughly pulling you back to meet his lips and after a few more deep thrusts he's cumming inside you, groaning in frustration. He pulls out, and your panties slip back into place, trapping his cum inside of you. You both clean up and fix your appearances. Honestly, you had forgotten whose house you were at, and you cringe at the thought of how loud you must have been.
You both try to make your way back to the living room as inconspicuous as possible. When you enter the room, Mark is sprawled out on the couch, deep in sleep. You sigh in relief; heâs always been a heavy sleeper, and you thank the lord for that.
âWanna go fuck on his bed?â Haechan jokes.
You punch him in the shoulder. âShut upâ
â
Jeno had finally convinced you to come with him to the gym. The cold air nipped at your skin as you approached the entrance, and it was late, making you question how he managed to get you here. Maybe it was the fact that you had been missing him more than you cared to admit.
âOne more rep, you got this!â he motivates from behind you, his chest pressed warmly against your back, closer than what was probably necessary. The 10-pound dumbbells in your hands were starting to feel like they weighed a ton, and you could feel the burn in your muscles as you struggled through the sets of butterflies. âCome on, donât stop. Almost there!â
His hands ghost beneath your arms, providing just the right amount of support to help you finish your last rep. You exhale a heavy sigh when youâre finally done, sweat slick against your forehead and trickling down the sides of your face.
âGood girl,â he coos, a playful glint in his eye as he hands you your water bottle.
âIâm never coming back here,â you declare, plopping down on a nearby bench, your legs feeling like jelly.
The gym had already long closed for the night, leaving the two of you alone. Jeno had started working part-time at the gym and had gained free access to the equipment during off hours. You spent the first hour there helping him tidy up, wiping down machines and stacking weights, before he finally dragged you onto the floor for a workout. Once he noticed how bad your form was, he stepped right in, transforming into your personal trainer.
âDonât be like that, itâs not so bad! Besides, who else is going to keep me company?â he pouts cutely.
âI donât know⊠how about you bring the other musclehead?â you say.
âItâs easier to work out when Iâm looking at something pretty,â he replies.
âSince when isnât Jaemin pretty?â you challenge, raising an eyebrow.
âYou know what I mean,â he counters, sitting down beside you on the bench. You canât help but notice the way his broad shoulders fill out his tank top. He hands you his sports water bottle, and you shoot a mouthful of water down your throat.
âHave you had enough fun torturing me yet? Can we leave now?â You yawn, stretching your arms above your head and feeling the pleasant release in your muscles.
He takes the water bottle back and drinks from it before he stands to find his bag. âYeah, want to shower first?â
You try to follow him into the menâs locker room but he stops you abruptly, a serious look crossing his face. You quirk an eyebrow, and he gives you a stern look in return. âCameras, dummy,â he reminds you, then dramatically gestures toward the womenâs bathroom, his playful tone returning. With a chuckle, you head in the opposite direction, hoping anyone monitoring the footage later would see you as merely lost.
After you freshen up, you meet him in the office, where heâs already sitting at his desk. âI just need to finish up a few more things, and then we can go,â he says.
You take a seat on the edge of the desk, watching him as he focuses intently on the screen. He logs something on the computer, brows furrowed as he concentrates on the screen in front of him. He looks so good, especially with his hair still slightly damp from the shower, beads of water clinging to the ends.
Reaching over, you grab the towel draped around his neck and gently use it to dry his hair a little further. When you pull away, he instinctively reaches out without looking and kisses the back of your hand in thanks, his lips brushing against your skin softly. The warmth of his gesture sends a flutter through you.
You need him bad.
Your eyes dart around the room, scanning every high corner and every hidden nook, but you donât see anything out of the ordinary. âHey, Jen, are there any cameras in here?â you ask.
âNo,â he responds absentmindedly, his eyes glued to the computer screen, focused on the task at hand.
âCan I sit in your lap?â
âAnything you want, sweet girl, just shut the door,â he replies. You shut the office door, the soft click of the latch resonating in the otherwise quiet space, effectively sealing the two of you inside.
Jeno scoots back in his chair, giving you ample room to settle down on his lap. You straddle his waist, positioning yourself so that youâre facing him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you can feel the warmth of his body radiating against yours as he resumes his work.
After a few moments, he hits the last key of the keyboard with a sound of finality, and then the soft whirring of the computer comes to a stop as he shuts it down. You pull back slightly to look at him
âIâm done, baby. You ready?â he asks
You shake your head no, your eyes glazing over and you lean in, closing the space between you, and press your lips against his in a kiss.
For a moment, he doesnât move, caught off guard by the sudden shift. But then his body responds instinctively; his hands slide up your thighs to grip your waist, pulling you closer against him. The kiss deepens as all the air in the room seems to disappear, his tongue brushing against yours in a slow waltz.
You break away from the kiss just enough to whisper, âThereâs one more workout I want to try before we leave.â
Jeno snorts a laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement. âCorny,â he teases.
You give his shoulder a playful slap, pouting slightly. âStop! Iâm trying to be sexy!â
He just shakes his head at you in amusement before bringing your lips back together.He shifts in the chair, his hands guiding you to adjust your position. You can feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of your gym clothes, his body pressed against yours, hard and throbbing.
His hands slide down to your hips, gripping firmly as he lifts you slightly, guiding you to grind against him. The friction is everything, sending a jolt of pleasure through you that makes you gasp into his mouth. He chuckles, the sound vibrates against your lips. âYou like that?â
You nod, unable to form words as his hands move to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion. His eyes rake over your body, and you feel a flush of heat as his gaze lingers on the swell of your breasts, the curve of your waist. âso fucking beautiful,â he says, his voice thick with desire.
Your hands fumble with the tie of his sweats, eager to feel him. He helps you, shoving his bottoms down just enough to free himself, and you canât help but let out a small moan at the sight of him.
You shift back slightly, lining yourself up with him, and then youâre sinking down, taking him inch by inch until heâs fully seated inside you. The sensation is overwhelming, it's a fullness that makes your head spin. You let out a shaky breath and your hands grip his shoulders for support as you adjust to the feeling.
âFuck, you feel amazing,â Jeno groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he helps you move. You start slow, rocking against him, testing the rhythm, but itâs not enough. You need more.
You lift yourself up slightly before sinking back down, harder this time, and the moan that escapes Jenoâs lips is enough to spur you on. You set a steady pace, riding him with a growing urgency. He matches your fire as his hips snap up to meet you halfway. His hands roam over your body,the pads of his fingers touching and teasing to drive you wild.
âYouâre doing so good, baby,â he murmurs in praise. âJust like that.â
His words fuel you, and you move faster, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. His hands grip your hips, guiding you, helping you find the perfect angle. Every thrust sends a wave of pleasure crashing through you, building and building until youâre teetering on the edge.
âJeno,â you whimper, your voice breaking as you cling to him. âIâm so close.â
He tightens his grip on your hips, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. âCome for me sweetie, â he growls, his voice rough with need. âLet me feel you.â
His words push you over the edge, and you shatter, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. He follows you with a low groan, his hips jerking up as he spills himself inside you, his grip on you tightening as he rides out his own climax.
For a moment, the only sound in the room is your ragged breathing, the two of you clinging to each other as you come down from the high. Jenoâs hands move up your back, pulling you close, and you rest your forehead against his, your breaths mingling.
âIâm ready now,â you say with a breathy laugh.
As you drive back, Jenoâs hands are interlocked with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your palm lovingly. His eyes are focused on the road ahead, a soft smile on his lips as he hums along to the melody playing on the radio.
In moments like this, you feel a flicker of guilt. Heâs so loving, so affectionate, and you absolutely cherish it, but a nagging thought lingers in the back of your mind. You know he likes you, and your heart aches every time you consider it because youâre not sure youâre ready for a relationship. The last thing you want to do is break his heart.
You canât keep putting it off forever.
âJeno, can I ask you a question?â you say.
He hums in response, granting you permission to go on, his attention still largely on the road.
âHow do you feel about me?â you ask shakily.
A look of surprise crosses his face, and he stutters for a moment, clearly searching for the right words. Taking a deep breath, he finally says, âHonestly, at first, I had a crush on you. I kind of still do, but I know casual is your thing, and I donât want to ruin what we have now,â he confesses.
âJeno, I donât want to hurt you, ever. If you want, we can stop. I donât want to keep trampling on your heart like this.â You knew friends with benefits could become a dangerous game once feelings got involved. You wish you could return his feelings fully, envisioning a future together, but the timing isnât right for you.
Jeno shakes his head, a reassuring smile on his face as he squeezes your hand tighter. âNo, really, itâs not like that. Itâs not some undying love, and Iâm not heartbroken that you donât feel the same way. Iâm a grown-up, I can handle it,â he laughs lightly, dispelling some of the heaviness in the air.
You sigh a little in relief and you can see in his eyes that he means it. You could kind of feel the shift as well. Before he was more like a love sick puppy but now he's moreâŠ.content? Mature? It feels like youâre connecting on a different level, almost like best friends, similar to how you feel with Renjun.
Your heart blooms at the thought. Maybe when youâre ready, Jeno will be the first place you look.
â
Sunnyboy [9:00]
jun forgot to pay for the wifi can i come over and use yours? library closed and have a paper due at 12
You read the message, a small smirk playing on your lips as you consider the true intention behind it. Honestly, itâs hard not to imagine heâs just making up an excuse to end up at your place, but you canât deny how much you enjoy his company. When he arrives, though, it becomes clear he wasnât lying.
Haechan sits on your couch, furiously typing away at his laptop, his face stone serious as he races against the clock. Classic himâprocrastinating until the last possible minute to whip up something to submit for an assignment he had weeks to complete.
You quietly make him some tea, settling down by the window with a book you had been eagerly waiting to dive into. The storm outside intensifies, rain pounding against the glass, setting the perfect atmosphere for a cozy read while Haechan works alongside you. After about an hour of reading the thunder was becoming too distracting, striking down hard and scaring you away from the window and onto the couch next to haechan.
âScaredy cat,â Haechan teases without taking his eyes off the screen.
You roll your eyes playfully, closing your book and propping your head on his shoulder, stealing a moment to watch him focus. Itâs five minutes to twelve, and heâs typing furiously, powering through the conclusion. Just as he finishes and hits the submit button, the storm roars louder, and suddenly the power cuts out, plunging the room into darkness.
âShit!⊠YES!â he cries in triumph as he realizes the submission page went through just in time.
You laugh beside him. âYour luck scares me sometimes.â
He turns to you, a triumphant grin lighting up his face, and he leans over to kiss you in celebration. âThank you so much. youâre a lifesaver,â he says.
âAnytime.â
Finally catching sight of the storm outside, his eyebrows shoot up. âDamn, when did it get that bad? I donât think I can drive in that,â he worries.
âDid you think I was going to make you? Youâre staying over.â
He wiggles his eyebrows at you. âMe and you all alone in the dark? Does that mean I finally got you all to myself?â
With a teasing smile, you stand up from the couch and make your way to the bedroom. âHow will we possibly pass the time?â you ask, throwing a glance over your shoulder.
He closes his laptop, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable as he follows. âI have a couple ideas.â
Once you cross the threshold of your bedroom door you turn to face him, a playful grin dancing on your lips. With deliberate slowness, you begin to strip, giving him a show as you remove each piece of clothing, throwing them at him tauntingly.
âIâm sorry for making you wait so long,â you tease as you toss your shirt in his direction and he catches it before it can land on his head. His eyes roam up and down your body hungrily, and you could sense the dominant headspace he was slipping into. You realize it wouldnât be like last time, you wouldnât be in control.
âYou will be,â he states firmly, gripping the fabric of his shirt and pulling it above his head as he strides towards you.
"I'm so scared," you taunt, letting out a soft, mocking laugh as you saunter backward towards the bed, your hips swaying with every step. You watch as his jaw tightens, his eyes darkening with a hunger that sends a thrill of anticipation through you.
âYouâre really asking for it tonight, arenât you?â He says finally standing in front of you.
You smirk, as your knees hit the edge of the bed. âMaybe I am. What are you gonna do about it?â
âLetâs see if you can keep that attitude.â In an instant he's pushing you down and climbing on top of you. His lips crash against yours and his tongue seeks entrance eagerly. You moan into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. But he swiftly grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other trails down your body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
He spreads your legs open roughly, forcing his way between them and grinding his hips down sharply against you.
âFeel me, baby? Thatâs what you do to me,â he moans against your skin.
âPlease,â you whisper, your voice trembling. âPlease, I need you.â
âBegging already?â he teases, his fingers slipping between your bodies and dipping inside you. âI havenât even started yet.â
He collects your juices on his fingers before he pulls them out, savoring the taste of you on his tongue when he licks them clean. âSweet.â He groans before connecting your lips again. You chase the taste, but he pulls back, sitting up to strip off the rest of his clothes. Breathless, you watch as he reveals himself, his hard cock standing at attention.
He slips off the bed, positioning you how he wants. You find yourself lying on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the mattress.
âTap if you need air,â is the only warning you get before he slips his cock past your lips.
One hand grips the back of your neck while the other trails down your body, teasing your nipples before heâs leaning down to kiss your navel.
You relax your throat, taking him deeper with every thrust. Thereâs little for you to do other than lay there and be his toy. His movements are gentle at first, but then he picks up the pace, thrusting harder as he watches the way he bulges in your throat.
Suddenly, he spreads your legs wide and delivers a stinging slap to your cunt, making you jump. He circles your clit expertly before opening you up again with his fingers. You moan around his cock, and he shivers at the vibrations the sound makes.
His pace quickens, thrusts becoming more forceful as he fucks your mouth. You choke, and he moans, pushing himself down your throat and holding himself there despite your struggles for breath. You hold on until tears prick your eyes and he finally pulls back to allow you to gasp for air.
âSo good,â he whispers as you catch your breath, focusing now on fucking you with his fingers.
You clench around his fingers and he pulls out delivering a wet slap to the inside of your thigh. âNot yetâ
Using the juices that coat his fingers, he strokes his cock, covering himself in you before he thrusts back down your throat. The wet, gargled sounds echo in the room, and his balls slap against your forehead as he pushes into your mouth.
With a light grip around your throat, he wanted to feel the way he moved inside of you, his thrusts quickening. You can sense heâs close, but after a few long, slow strokes, he pulls out, not wanting to finish yet. He helps you sit up, and you know your throat will be sore tomorrow.
You crawl further up the bed and get on your hands and knees, but as he joins you, he delivers a slap to your ass, shaking his head. âNo, I want to see you. Turn over.â
You follow his command, spreading your legs wide for him, a desperate need coursing through you.
He lines himself up at your entrance, teasingly gliding his tip through your folds. âTell me you want me,â he says, his free hand gripping your throat tightly.
âI want you so bad,â you say struggling to breathe.
He slips inside, just barely giving you the tip, teasing you as he pushes in and out. âTell me you missed me.â
You nod pathetically. âI missed you, bear.â
A low moan escapes his lips at the nickname, and he responds by giving you another inch. âNow apologize to me.â
âIâm sorry for ignoring you. Iâll think twice before I do it again,â you reply slyly.
He smiles. âYou think youâre funny, donât you?â
âI get it from you,â you tease, rolling your hips up daringly with a soft moan.
Without a word, he tightens his grip on your throat, thrusting into you hard. His hips slap against yours loudly, your back arching at the intensity. He doesnât hold back or let you ease into it, he starts fucking you into the mattress.
âNot so funny now, is it?â he breathes, his movements relentless.
Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, your ankles locked together to keep him close. âFuck!â you moan, overwhelmed with pleasure.
He leans down, connecting his lips with yours, moaning into your mouth as he lets go of your throat. His hand moves down to grip your hips instead, leaning until your chests touch. Buried in your neck, his hands squeeze your ass cheeks as he lifts your hips to meet each of his powerful thrusts. He fills you completely, stretching you in all the ways you love, and the sounds he makes in your ear has you clenching tight around him.
Suddenly, he pulls out, manhandling you into a new position. He grips your ankles, yanking your legs from around his waist and pushing them above your head. Your hamstrings stretch to the limit, but he pins you down, making sure you take every bit of him. He pounds into you from above, and you claw at his skin, all you could think about was how he feels inside you.
âLook at you,â he says, his eyes locked on where heâs plunging deep inside you. âSpread open like this, pussy swallowing me so easily. We trained you well, huh? Youâre a fucking pro.â
One of his hands releases your ankle, dropping down to rub your clit with urgency. His fingers move in a blur, pushing you to the edge as he strikes that perfect depth. You squirm in his grasp, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure building inside you. Itâs almost too much, and every thrust makes it harder to hold on.
âCome on, baby, you know what I want. Donât fight it,â he whispers, leaning down to kiss your chest.
Your body tenses and you're practically showering him with how hard you squirt. Your walls force him out and he just sits back and watches you convulse and make a mess.
He smiles wickedly at you âlook at the mess you made.â Your juices drip down his chest and stomach.
Your cheeks heat up, and you watch, frozen, as he takes in the sight of you. âDon't get shy now,â he teases, before plunging back into you.
You're drenched, so wet that he slips in and out of you with ease. He loses all sense of control, the grip of his hands is bruising as his hips grind down hard. His moans are loud and primal, and he gets rougher the closer he gets to the edge. He slaps your thigh harshly, trying to keep you still and open for him as you squirm, trying to close your legs from the overstimulation.
âI know you can take it big girl come on,â he coos.
âI canât⊠itâs too much,â you plead.
He slaps your cheek, the shock of the pain sending a jolt through your body. Then, he grips your face, his eyes boring into yours as he chants, âTake it. Take it. Take it,â with each thrust.
âYes! Haechan!â You moan.
He uses extra strength to keep your hips pinned down as he uses you. His eyes flutter and his brows furrow and he finally cums deep inside of you. âFuuckâ he moans drawn out. His hips continue to move, fucking you through his high. He didn't want to stop, his thrusts turning pathetic as he finally succumbs to his overstimulation and locks up, unable to move.
When he finally pulls away, everything is sticky and wet, and you're left lying, exhausted, on the bed. The wet sheets stick to your body as you peel yourself off.
âEw, who made this mess?â Haechan teases, as he changes the sheets, and you throw a pillow at him, leaving to take a shower.
Once he's finished cleaning up, he joins you in the shower for round two.
â
Chenle had rented a cozy cabin for the weekend, and you and your friends sat in front of the fireplace, laughing and sharing stories as the night wore on. Some movie flickered on the screen behind you, mostly forgotten as you all munched on snacks, wrapped up in blankets scattered across the floor.
Jisung was the only one still watching the movie, completely engrossed given the fact he picked it. It was some old alien abduction movie that the internet told him had âreal alien footageâ in it.
Meanwhile, Yangyang was sprawled on the couch, completely passed out, a half-spilled bag of Cheeto puffs resting on his chest.
You, Mia, Yuna, and Chenle were deep into your usual gossip session.
âGuys, I canât hear anything! Itâs getting good!â Jisung complained, shooting you an exasperated look.
âThatâs what captions are for!â Yuna shot back.
âSpoiler, the aliens are fake,â you added.
âShut up bro. You donât know what youâre talking about!â Jisung hissed back in annoyance
âCan you all ignore him like I do and focus?â Chenle scolded, trying to redirect the conversation. âIâm trying to find out what happened next!â
The group pressed you for the juicy details of your sex life, eager to hear what had happened since you last caught them up. You had spent the day playing drinking games, chatting, and even sledding outside. But now, with the moon high in the sky, it was the perfect time for some dirty gossip.
âBasically, he had my legs up like this,â you said, using Mia as a demonstration dummy. Your friends were nosy, they wanted explicit details and you were more than happy to share with the table.
Mia started moaning dramatically, adding to the theatrics, and you playfully smacked her butt before pushing off.
âOmggggg, where do you find these guys?â Yuna squealed, barely able to contain her excitement.
Mia sits up and grabs her snack, throwing some trail mix in her mouth. âLiterally, itâs not fair! Youâre hogging all the good dick!â
âSorry, guys, find your own.â you retorted.
âSo, what are you going to do next?â Chenle asked, his tone turning more serious.
âWhat do you mean?â you asked, trying to gauge where he was going with this.
âIn the long runâare you going to pick one orâŠ?â he left the question hanging.
âYeah, whoever you donât pick, I call dibs,â Mia chimed in jokingly.
You felt a weight settle in your chest as reality hit you. You hadnât truly confronted the question. The thought of the "what ifs" and "whens" sent a shiver of fear through you and whenever your mind would wander to those questions you ran away.
âI really donât know,â you sighed, looking down at your hands. âI guess Iâm just scared. I donât think I can handle being thrown away again. Iâm not ready to open my heart up yet,â you admitted quietly.
âThatâs understandable,â Yuna replied gently. âBut what about them? Are you sure they havenât caught feelings?â
âI talked to Jeno about his feelings, and we came to an understanding,â you shared. âBut for the others, as far as I know, itâs been strictly casual.â
âJust have five boyfriends,â Chenle suggested with a shrug. âThat way, if one dumps you, you have a backup.â
âThatâs the kind of greed they warn about in the Bible,â you laughed. âYou know your ideas are always terrible, right?â
âI say donât worry about it. Just have fun and enjoy yourself.â Mia advised with a wink.
âBe young and turnt!â Yuna added, throwing her hands up in a playful cheer.
You laugh and the talk lifts a weight off your shoulders. They were right. You should just enjoy what life threw your way and accept things for what they were.
âGlad we had this chat. Now can we watch the movie? The aliens are about to have an orgy!â Jisung exclaimed.
All heads whip towards the screen.
âGot your dumb ass now, watch the movie,â he scolded, a triumphant grin on his face.
â
Mark invited you over for game night with the guys, and you were a bundle of nerves. The last time all of you were together, things got a bit⊠wild. Mark had really bonded with the others outside of gaming, and they all hung out often now. You never knew who you'd run into when you arrived - sometimes it was Haechan, but other times you'd catch Jaemin just as he was slipping out the door, sending you a sly wink as he left. On occasion, you'd find Jeno sprawled out on the couch, engrossed in animal crossing on Mark's Switch while you and Mark would sneak off to his room for a quickie. Essentially, Markâs house had become the new hangout spot.
When you got there, the kickback was already in full swing. The guys were all over the house. You could smell food, and you were already feeling better about being there. Jaemin and Jeno were locked in a Mario Kart battle, while Mark and Haechan were in the kitchen watching Renjun carefully arrange the food as they rambled about some MMORPG. Your stomach growled at the sight of the spread. Ducking past the TV, you slipped into the kitchen, offering greetings as you passed.
You walk up behind Renjun, swiping a nacho while he adjusts a bowl of salsa, tilting it ever so slightly for the perfect angle, everything had to be perfect for maximum snacking efficiency. It's the second time he's done so since you walked up. A furrow appears between his brows as he considers the placement. "I wasn't done yet," he grumbles, not looking up, his focus solely on the geometric harmony of the snack arrangement. You kiss his cheek with a laugh and turn to Mark and Haechan.
"What are you geeks talking about?" you tease.
"Don't listen to her babe, she just doesn't get us," Haechan jokingly reassures Mark.
Mark laughs, nudging him in the arm. "Dude, shut up."
Renjun straightens, pleased with his organization of the snacks. "We were waiting for you to get here so we could actually eat before the game," he says, gesturing towards Haechan. "He's been trying to sneak chips since we got here."
"Not sorry," Haechan shrugs, already reaching for the salsa.
"Okay, I'm starving," you say.
Everyone piles into the kitchen, assembling their own plates before heading back out into the living room. Conversation flows easily as you all eat, enjoying the food Renjun brought for everyone.
Once the food is gone and the cleanup is finished, you collapse onto the couch. "So, what game are we thinking?" you ask innocently.
You hadn't yet realized you had walked into a wolf den.
"Well, before you got here, we were having a nice little chat with Mark," Jaemin says, his tone giving away exactly what that chat entailed. He's sitting to your left on the couch, too close for comfort. âWe thought of the perfect game.â
"Oh," you laugh nervously. "âŠReally? And what's that?"
"Mark here thinks he's the best you've ever had, but clearly he hasn't met me," Haechan chimes in from his spot on the floor, leaning forward with a mischievous grin.
"This was their idea," Renjun says, gesturing to Haechan and Jaemin. He's standing near the TV, having just returned from throwing something away in the kitchen.
"Hear them out, though. It will be fun I promise," Jeno adds from beside Haechan.
Your head whips back and forth, searching for someone, anyone, who'll give you a straight answer. What the hell was going on.
"I thought I was special, baby. You should have told me you were fucking around," Mark says, his voice laced with a teasing possessiveness. "I don't mind, though, as long as they know I fuck you the best." He's on your right, effectively boxing you in.
Your face heats up instantly, and your eyes widen in disbelief.
"W-what are you guys talking about?" you stammer.
Finally, Renjun takes pity on you. "They want to see who can make you cum the fastest."
You knew nothing good would come of having them all together in one room. "And what does the winner get?" you ask, swallowing hard.
"The winner gets you all to themselves for a week," Haechan says, his smile predatory. Definitely his idea.
Jaemin pulls something from his pocket and hands it to you. "We're gonna roll this die, and that will decide how we try to make you cum" he says.
It was a sexy die. Of course, Jaeminâs freaky ass had a sexy die. Written on its sides were âFingers,â âThigh,â âDick,â âDry Hump,â âTongue,â and a Free Space.
"Some of these aren't very advantageous," you point out.
Mark shrugs, a confident smirk on his face. "That's the fun of it."
They were the players, and you were their board.
"You down? We donât have to if you donât want to, of course," Mark adds.
You take a deep breath. "Iâm down." If you were honest with yourself, you were more than down. "How are we doing this?"
"You'll be the timekeeper to make sure itâs fair, and we'll start oldest to youngest," Renjun informs you, inching closer to the couch as the game is about to begin.
You nod, your heart racing as you contemplate whatâs coming. You can already feel yourself growing wet despite them not having done anything yet.
"Iâm first," Mark says, his voice a low rumble beside you. He pulls you to straddle him, his eyelids heavy as he takes in how pretty you look perched up on his lap. He leans back lazily on the couch and he reaches up to grab the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer for a kiss. His hands are busy stripping you while your lips move against each other. his touch drags teasingly over your body as he removes your clothes. His fingers brush against your nipples, making you gasp, and his hips grind into you from below as he helps you adjust your position after removing your panties.
"He's cheating lowkey," Renjun complains.
"Literally," Jaemin rolls his eyes.
âYea! you're getting a head start, hands off.â Haechan chimes in.
âI'm just helping her undress to make it easier," he smirks, raising his hands in defeat.
He takes the die from your hands, his fingers lingering against your palm, sending a shiver down your spine. He tosses it onto the coffee table in front of you, the sound echoing in the suddenly quiet room. All eyes turn towards it, anticipation thick in the air, to see what it lands on.
THIGH
Mark groans at the fate that's been dealt to him, while the others snicker.
"That's what you get," Haechan teases.
Renjun quickly hands over his phone, the timer already pulled up.
"You ready?" you ask Mark, a sly smirk on your face, finding amusement in the choice he got.
His hands gripping your waist firmly as he positions you over his jean-clad thigh. His face showed nothing but determination. "I'm ready, baby."
You start the timer and Mark doesn't waste any time. His mouth descends upon your breasts, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin as he bounces you on his thigh, the friction creates a delicious sensation, making your breath hitch in your throat.
You're already wet, and the way he's handling you, dragging you over his thigh wasnât helping the wet patch forming on his jeans. He slaps your ass before gripping it roughly, "just like that, baby, give it to me," he breathes against your skin, words muffled against the nipple in his mouth.
Butterflies erupt in your stomach. You love when he talks dirty, the sound of his voice doing something primal to you. You grind down roughly against his thigh, chasing your orgasm, wanting to be good for him. His hand finds your breast, joining the insistent tug of his lips as he expertly works you up. You tremble, a live wire under his ministrations. You were surprised at yourself. You didn't think you could come from a little thigh riding, but the rough pads of Mark's fingers, the way they pinch and tug at your nipples as you grind against him⊠it's only a matter of time now.
A hand reaches out for your face. You expect it to be Mark's, but his hands are fully occupied. It's Jaemin's face that greets you, his eyes locking onto yours as he pulls you into a searing kiss. Your surprise breaks way to pleasure as you let him take control.
His kiss melts you, and a whimper tumbles from your lips. You kiss him back feverishly and he matches your passion as his tongue slides into your mouth. Mark's hands tighten on your waist, his movements becoming rougher, pressing you down harder against his thigh. Mark's mouth, his hands, and his thigh, along with Jaemin's hot wet tongue, drives you over the edge.
You cum against Mark's thigh with a shuddering gasp, the phone almost slipping from your grasp before you realize you have to stop the timer.
8 minutes 19 seconds
Haechan groans dramatically when you show everyone the time. âYou fucking helped him, dumbass! He couldâve gotten to 10 minutes,â Haechan complains, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
Jaemin shrugs, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips, "I don't care."
"I'm next," Renjun pipes up from his spot on the floor, a gleam in his eye. Despite the fact that there was plenty of room on the couch, Haechan, Renjun, and Jeno all sat crowded at your feet on the floor ensuring they had the best view of the show.
You climb off Mark's lap, and Renjun takes his place on the couch, settling in comfortably. "You're literally last, trade places with me," Haechan tells Jaemin.
Jaemin just rolls his eyes and scoots down on the couch, allowing Haechan to take his place and sit on the other side of you. Mark situates himself on the floor beside your leg.
Once everyone is settled and comfortable, Renjun rolls the die. Everyone holds their breath as it rolls to a stop.
DICK
"Fuck yes!" he shouts in triumph.
Everyone else groans in unison, but you can't help but smile. You didn't care who did it; you were just happy that you're finally getting filled up.
"It's rigged," Jeno huffs.
"Shut up, dog boy," Renjun smiles, unbuckling his pants.
Renjun pulls himself from his confines and strokes himself a few times before helping you over his lap. "Take all the time you need, baby, I don't mind," he winks.
He didn't care about winning, not when he still had his Tuesdays with you. Also why would he rush you, if you were riding his dick he was winning either way. He helps you sink down on his cock, and you start the timer, biting your lip at the stretch.
You could feel their eyes burning into you as you ride Renjun, other moans accompanying yours as you bounce on his hips. You look over and see Haechan already pulled himself free, stroking himself lazily while watching you intently. One of his hands reaches out to grab your wrist, resting your hand in his lap,and you grip him. Jeno is a little more conscious, only palming himself through his sweats, while Mark does the same. Jaemin sits beside Haechan, leaning back cockily, waiting for his turn.
You're so turned on it's driving you crazy; Renjun's hips kick up, fucking up into you roughly. "God damn," he moans, his eyes locked on yours.
You bounce on him with everything you have while trying to stimulate Haechan. Renjun feels amazing and with everyone watching, you feel twice as sensitive. You press your lips against his, and you kiss him desperately. "I'm close," you moan.
He grips your waist, stilling your movements, before grinding you down against him. He spreads his legs a little wider, then jackhammers up into you, jostling you around in his lap. You grip his phone with one hand and release Haechan from your other. All you could focus on at the moment was Renjun.
"Hold it, baby, there's no rush," he says, his voice a husky murmur against your skin. You throw your head back, and a loud moan escapes your throat.
You take it, savoring every second as he fucks you. You feel yourself tightening down around him, close to cumming, but he slows almost to a stop.
"Didn't think I'd ever say this, but hurry up!" Jeno groans, his impatience growing.
Renjun throws his head back, his hands gripping your waist tight as he guides you up and down his cock. He makes you ride him slow, enjoying every moment of being inside of you as he drags out his time.
"You feel so fucking good," he groans out. You could tell by the lazy look in his eyes he was enjoying this. He looked like he was floating on a cloud, high off the feeling he got when he was 6 inches deep in your warm cunt.
His hips pick up their pace, and you can tell he's close. He pulls you down into a kiss, smacking your ass as you ride him. You can feel your orgasm building back up quickly, and with one well-placed deep thrust, he's cumming deep inside you. You shiver as he fills you up and spill over the edge with him, clamping down hard as you cum together.
10 minutes 22 seconds
The others look at the two of you, unsure if they should be happy or mad that Renjun just lost, because from the blissed out look on his face did he really?
Renjun helps you off his lap and you sit down on the couch, your legs still gently shaking. You can feel your wetness dripping onto Markâs couch, and you cringe a little at the thought.
Renjun stands up and zips his pants again while Jeno takes his spot. Die already in hand, he rolls it on the coffee table eagerly.
FREE
The gods must have been looking down on Jeno, because he rolled a free space, and he was about to use the hell out of it. Jeno was in it to win it.
His eyes lock onto Haechan and Jaemin. "Get off the couch," he commands.
Haechan groaned, his hand still wrapped around his hardness, but he obeyed, sliding off the couch with a reluctant sigh. Jaemin, however, didnât move. Not an inch. Jenoâs glare sharpened, but Jaemin simply raised a cocky brow, his expression daring Jeno to make him. Jeno rolls his eyes but doesn't push any further. He had other priorities.
Jeno tugged his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. His muscles flexed as he tossed the fabric aside. âLay down,â he ordered. You obeyed instantly and sank into the couch cushions.
Jaemin shifted slightly, settling your head into his lap with a handsome smile. His fingers brushed against your cheek as he caressed your face. You couldnât help but glance up at him, he always looked good from above you.
Jeno noticed, his jaw tightened and a flicker of irritation crossing his features. Without a word, he shucked his pants down, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He freed himself, thick and heavy, and positioned himself between your legs. His hand gripped your chin, forcing your gaze back to him. âPay attention, baby,â he reprimands you. âStart the timer.â
Your fingers trembled as you fumbled with the phone, your breath hitching as Jenoâs free hand caressed your thighs. The moment the timer started, Jeno didnât waste a second. He throws one of your legs over his shoulders and bottoms out instantly. The sudden stretch made you gasp, your back arching slightly off the couch. Jenoâs thrusts were sharp, precise, and calculated, each one driving deeper, harder, you could feel him all the way to the tips of your toes.
You moaned embarrassingly loud, your free hand gripping the couch cushions for support. Jenoâs rhythm was relentless, his hips slamming into you with a rhythm that left you breathless. The room was filled with the sound of skin meeting skin, punctuated by your desperate whimpers and the occasional grunt from Jeno.
From his new spot on the coffee table, Haechan moaned, âShit,â his hand moving faster now as he watched you get fucked. His face was twisted in pleasure, his eyes locked on where Jeno was buried deep inside you. Mark had grown a little bolder. His hand now down his pants, his strokes slow but deliberate, his breaths quickening as he watched. Renjun, still sprawled on the floor, was too spent to join in, but his eyes watched as your chest bounced with each thrust.
Jaemin pets your hair as he looks down at you, stealing your attention away from Jeno again.
âLook how well our pretty girl takes it.â He coos.
Jeno brows furrowed in frustration once he realizes you had taken your eyes off of him again. His hips grew rougher, his thrusts harder, until the springs of the couch groaned in protest. His hand moved to your clit, fingers pinching it meanly before rubbing soothing circles. Your eyes were on him again and he was going to keep it that way. He leans down, crashes his lips to yours and swallows your moans, keeping them all to himself.
The phone slipped from your grasp but you didnât care. You couldnât think about anything except the orgasm building in your lower belly. Jenoâs rhythm was unrelenting, each movement driving you closer to insanity. A particularly deep thrust that hits your g-spot just right sends you over and you shattered.
Your thighs trembled as you came, your mouth wide open in a silent scream. The pleasure was overwhelming, all-consuming, and Jeno didnât stop. He kept fucking you, forcing both your thighs to your chest as he chased his own release. His breaths were ragged, his muscles taut as he pushed himself over the edge. With a low groan, he came deep inside you, his hips stuttering as he filled you.
â7 Minutes 43 secondsâ Jaemin calls out showing everyone the time posted. Somewhere in all the chaos he found Renjun's phone.
Jeno didnât pull out immediately, his forehead pressed against yours as he caught his breath. âGood girl,â he murmured loud enough for only you to hear.
Jeno finally pulled out with a grumble, tucking himself back into his briefs. âSomeone didnât stop the clock in time,â he muttered, shooting a pointed look at Jaemin, who only shrugged. You were too spent to sit up, laying still on the couch as your chest rose and fell with your labored breaths. Jaemin leaned down, stroking your cheek gently. âGood?â he asked, voice tender as he checked in on you.
You nodded weakly, your mind hazy and body still buzzing. Haechan took Jenoâs place and rolled the dice.
MOUTH
The others laughed at his luck but he only smiled wickedly. A shiver ran down your spine. They didnât know the things Haechan could do with his mouth when he wasnât running it.
Jaemin handed you back the timer and Haechan laid down between your legs on the couch, his face inches away from your used cunt. He blew air on your core teasingly causing your breath to hitch, you were still so sensitive. Haechan chuckles darkly, eyes boring into yours. âYou ready baby?â
âYes,â you whispered, starting the timer.
Haechan isnât shy and he's not afraid of being a messy eater. Combine that with his competitive nature and you're in for it. He shoved his tongue deep inside you, curling it upward and tasting you with a satisfied hum. He didnât care that he was eating his roommateâs cum from your pussyâif anything, it seemed to spur him on. He slurped away at the mix of your fluids like a whore. He was so nasty, so unapologetically filthy, and it was turning you on more than you cared to admit. You were already close and you couldnât help the way you rocked your hips shamelessly against his face, clit bumping up against his nose deliciously. It was becoming too much and your thighs clamp down instinctively, trying to escape the growing overstimulation.
His arms pryed your thighs apart and pinned you down quickly. âNone of that.â he tsked.
His fingers replaced his tongue, sliding deep inside you as he sucked harshly against your clit. He flicked his tongue expertly, scissoring you open with his fingers. The look in his eye was deadly. You couldnât stop your hand from tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as you rode his fingers. Your hips trembled, your body tensing up as he devoured you.
âFuck, Haechan, donât stopâIâm so close,â you begged, your voice breaking.
His lips found your clit again, humming against it before pulling off with a loud pop. His fingers rubbed at your clit messily, gliding back and forward easily through your slick. His tongue dived back in to lick you clean. It was all that you needed. You came hard, your body convulsing as pleasure ripped through you. He didnât stop, rubbing your clit through your orgasm as you came on his tongue. He didnât stop until your hips thrashed wildly, your moans filling the room.
âTime,â he reminded you and you scrambled to cut the timer.
3 minutes 35 seconds
You dropped the phone with a huff, your body sinking into the cushions as you tried to catch your breath. Haechan sat up with a triumphant smile, face soaked and glistening as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
You waited for him to move, but he didnât. Instead, he leaned down, his face inches from yours.
âIâm not done. Everyone else got to have their fun with you, baby. Itâs my turn,â he said, voice dangerous.
He had been rock hard for a while and he slipped into you, not bothering to take off any of his clothes. His cock stretched you, filling you completely, and you gasped at the sensation. He buried his face into your breasts, licking and sucking at your nipples as he fucked you. His hips moved erratically, selfishly, as if he couldnât get enough of you.
âHaechan,â you gasped his name, your hands gripping his shoulders as he buried himself into you again and again. He was so deep, so relentless, and you could feel him in your stomach with every thrust. He pulled out suddenly, stroking himself over your stomach. He had already been close due to him humping the cushions earlier. He wanted to make a mess of you. His cum splattered across your chest and stomach, hot and thick, and he groaned as he finished, his eyes locked on yours. It felt so disrespectful and degrading to do it but he loved it. You were his own little cum dumpster.
Haechan gave you a parting kiss when he finally moved off the couch. Before you could catch your breath Mark suddenly took his spot between your legs. You looked up at him in confusion, your mind still hazy from the intensity of Haechanâs attention.
âIâm sorry, baby girl. I need you,â he moaned, sinking into you without hesitation.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he fucked you, his hips slamming into your brutally. He regretted going first so badly, it was torture watching everyone else have their way with you. He was so fucking horny, he felt like he was going to die. He lifted your hips up off the couch and the new position hit deep. Your toes curled from the pleasure and you screamed. He knew you were probably still sensitive from Haechan, but he couldnât find it in him to care. He couldnât slow down, not when you felt this good.
âIâm sorry,â he apologized again, his voice strained as he drove into you harder, deeper. Your hands pushed at his waist, it was too good. He shook his head, his grip tightening as he forced you to meet his thrusts. âBe my good girl. Come on,â he grunted, his breathing ragged.
You shook your head, your body tensing as another orgasm ripped through you. He bit his lip, his hips stuttering as he came inside you. He dropped you back down on the couch like a rag doll, your body limp and spent.
Jaemin tapped your cheek, bringing your hazy vision back into focus. âOur princess is doing such a good job,â he praised you, his voice soft and sweet. âIâm so proud of you.â
You gave him a dopey smile, your mind foggy and body completely wrecked. You were out of itâfucked stupid by this point.
âCan our big girl take one more for me?â he asked, his touch caressing your shoulder soothingly.
You pouted, your bottom lip trembling. You were so tired, but you didnât want to let him down.
âCome on, princess. You can take one more. I know you can,â he coaxed, his voice gentle but firm.
You gave him a nod, and he smiled, his pearly white teeth gleaming. âThatâs my good girl,â he cooed.
He sat you up, taking the die that Haechan handed him and rollingâŠ
FREE
Maybe the dice really was rigged
Jaemin looks over at you with a questioning gaze. "You sure you're up for it?" he asks again.
"Yes, sir," you reply, already slipping into your role.
He gives you a wicked grin. "In that case, stand up for me, pretty girl," he says, helping you to your feet.
You stand on shaky legs, and he grabs Renjunâs phone, still pulled up on the timer. "Don't drop it this time, princess," he warns, handing you the device, his eyes glinting with amusement.
He bends down, his hands cupping the back of your knees, signaling for you to jump. He lifts you up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. The others look at the both of you curiously as Jaemin walks you over to the nearest wall and pins you up against it. He shoves his sweats and briefs down his thighs before lining himself up at your entrance.
âStart the time,â he said and once he hears the chime of the phone indicating that the time has started he slams into you.
Youâre suspended in mid air pinned up against the wall, he uses you like you were nothing more than a sex doll. You were unable to move, your mouth made an o shape when you moaned and you stayed spread wide open for him. Maybe you were a sex doll.
You can feel the tears that stream down your face in overstimulation as he pounds into you. His lips steal your breath as he kisses you and his arms bulge as he keeps you lifted and steady for him.
"Touch yourself, princess," he instructs you, his voice muffled against your lips. Your free hand comes up, and shakily starts circling your clit. You moan, throwing your head back against the wall and your fingers falter, causing Jaemin to scold you, "Nuh-uh, baby, stay with me."
His hips don't slow, and he's fucking you so hard that the picture frames on the wall start to shake and threaten to fall. Jaemin's hips pick up an impossible pace, and you can feel yourself growing close to the edge. Your fingers play with yourself faster, trying to reach the climax.
âThats right baby, almost there i can feel itâ he moans âdirty pussy gripping me so fucking tightâ
You moan at his words, and cum against him, pleasure washing over you. You stop the timer immediately, finally allowed to drop it from your grasp. You hear it clatter against the floor, followed by curses from Renjun. You slump against the wall behind you, and Jaemin helps you to your feet.
Jaemin picks you up and carries you back to the couch, and you all but welcome the soft cushions that support your body. You are dead tired. Renjun collects his forgotten phone and looks at the time stamped on the screen before showing it to the others. "4 minutes 19 seconds," he announces.
As you catch your breath, Haechan lets out a joyful whoop, while Jeno and Mark groan in response. Jaemin tends to you on the couch, checking in on you with a concerned expression. Mark gets up, announcing that he's going to run a bath for you, and the others begin to dress themselves or adjust their clothing. Jaemin helps you to the bathroom, where he and Mark carefully help you wash up, the warmth of the water soothing your tired muscles. The sounds of the others cleaning the living room filter through the closed door.
Later, you lay in Mark's bed, feeling exhausted but content. The others shuffle into the room, Renjun speaks first, "We're going to head back now, if that's okay. Do you need anything?" You shake your head sleepily and get cozy under the sheets.
âRest up, ok?â Jaemin leans down to kiss your forehead before following Jeno and Renjun out of the room after they say their own goodbyes. Haechan lingers, a mischievous glint in his eye, and says to Mark, "Enjoy your time with her while you can, because starting tomorrow, she's all mine." He winks before leaving the room.
Mark jokingly rolls his eyes and gets up to lock the front door behind the others. When he returns to the room, he crawls under the sheets next to you and pulls you tight against his chest.
"Mark, I'm sorry," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I should have told you that I had something going on with the others."
Mark shrugs, his expression relaxed. "I was a little shocked when they told me, honestly. You just look so⊠innocent." He chuckles.
"Do you see me differently now?" you ask, a frown growing on your face.
Mark kisses your frown away, his lips gentle. "You're still my baby girl. I don't care what you do, nothing will ever change that."
He showers your face with kisses, making you giggle, and you playfully push him away. Then, you climb on top of him, straddling his hips.
"You're not tired?" he asks in amusement.
You grin, feeling a surge of confidence. "I've got pretty good stamina," you say, leaning down to kiss him. "Plus, itâs like Haechan said, tomorrow I'm his, but tonightâŠ" You trail off, your lips brushing against Mark's skin as you snake down his body.
Mark's eyes darken, and he whispered, "You're mine."
A/N: THE ENDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe ill do the HC spin off maybe i wont, you'll just have to see. Lets see how well this does and ill think about it.
a/n: all choices during the dice game were randomly selected except haechan, he originally got thigh but mouth was literally made for him so I changed it
(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)