22. “Be good for me and spread your legs.”, 33. “If I have to pull over this car, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”, 28. “You take my fingers so well baby.”
You sighed as you looked out the car window, the raindrops cascading down the window, wasn’t this every young girl’s dream? Being a real princess. If it was like the fairytales, sure it would be fun but it was nothing like that. You had many responsibilities and lessons to learn, your life was spent mainly hidden behind closed doors as you learned the ins and out of being royalty so that you would be prepared for the day when you became queen. You didn’t get to just sit around and be pampered and you didn’t have many friends. Not all royalty was like this but your family was constantly in fear of something happening to you so you were kept sheltered away.
The only people close to you were the ones who your family deemed safe. The only people your age you were around were the handmaids and your bodyguard. You would see people your age at the occasional ball and you never were around any young men unless your parents were trying to find the man to wed you off to. The only male your age you were around was your bodyguard.
You let out another sigh and your bodyguard cleared his throat from the driver’s seat of the car, “What is on your mind miss?”
“My parents keep sending me out to go on dates with these princes and they are all just so drab. I am so tired of it.”
“Well you are an adult and usually you would have already had a husband chosen for you but your parents gave you time.”
“I should just marry you Jeno.”
You were sitting on the passenger side in the back and you noticed the way he gripped the wheel tighter.
Jeno and you had started playing a dangerous game a few years back. When you were younger you had an older man as your bodyguard but he was replaced with Jeno, and with your persistent flirting the two of you ended up messing around.
“I really don’t want to go meet this man. Why don’t we just go back home.”
“Your parents would fire me if I did that.”
“Hmm but I need you Jeno.”
You pouted when you noticed he wasn’t going to give in.
You placed one foot on the center console and spread your legs out to entice him. You had on a skirt but there were pantyhose underneath. You started to lightly touch yourself and let soft moans escape your lips.
“Ahh Jeno, please.’’
He looked back quickly and cursed under his breath then focused back on the road.
“Don’t do this right now miss.”
You started to move your fingers faster against your clit and moan louder.
“If I have to pull over this car, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“That’s what I want you to do Jeno. Now please.”
Jeno looked around for a place to park and found a private parking garage. You stopped touching yourself as he paid for parking and then he drove into a dark corner. You unbuckled your seatbelt as he opened the door opposite of you. His gaze was dark, and you could tell he was pissed but turned on. You had been very busy recently and hadn’t been able to do this in a while.
He sat down in the car and closed the door behind him, his eyes never leaving yours. You spread your legs towards him and beckoned him over. He crawled towards you, hovering over you. He pressed his nose against yours, his eyes still locked onto yours.
You started to get nervous under his intense gaze.
“Hi.”
He smirked, “Hi.”
He leaned and connected his lips with yours, and you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in closer.
You kissed each other with so much passion, so much need. Both of you having built up sexual frustration over the past few weeks of being so close but unable to touch each other. He rubbed his hand over your aching heat and groaned at feeling your pantyhose. He pulled back from the kiss for a moment to grab and rip your pantyhose right down the middle.
“Fuck Jeno, you could have taken them off.”
He kissed you again, “Too much work.”
He pushed your panties to the side and pulled away from the kiss to wet his middle and ring finger in his mouth. Then he kissed you again as he pushed two fingers into you. You moaned into his mouth at the contact, “Going so fast Jeno.”
“We have to be quick okay. I would love to spend all night in this car with you but we can’t be very late for the meeting.”
He curled his fingers inside of you, immediately finding your most sensitive spot. He knew your body so well.
He pulled away from the kiss, his lips smeared red from your lipstick. He kissed down your neck leaving faint red marks from your lipstick down your neck.
You moaned out and fidgeted underneath him. He started to curl his fingers faster, trying to pull an orgasm from you.
He leaned back and watched his fingers inside of you, and he groaned as he watched his fingers coated with your wetness.
“You take my fingers so well baby.”
You reached to grab his arm, trying to slow him down.
“Ahhh too much Jeno.”
“You can take it.”
He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, up against the car door.
You tried to tighten your thighs around him but he kept them pushed apart with his thighs. You gasped loudly as you came around his fingers, your chest moving rapidly as you shook.
“Good girl, I told you that you could do it.”
He kissed your forehead then pulled his fingers out of you. You let your body relax and he let go of your hands above your head.
He undid his belt, and unzipped his pants, pushing them and his boxers down his thighs just enough for his dick to pop free.
You reached down and gripped it, stroking it a few times. He sucked in a breath and shuddered at the feeling.
“I wanna suck on it.”
You ran your finger over the tip, collecting the precum, and you sucked that finger into your mouth tasting it.
He gripped your chin, turning your gaze up to him. “As much as I would love to feel you choking on my cock, we can’t get that pretty little face of yours that messy. Plus we know you become a dumb cock slut when I let you suck on it.”
He ran his thumb over your bottom lip and you took it into your mouth, sucking.
He pulled his thumb away and smirked, “So good for me.”
“Please... Daddy, I want to suck on your cock.”
He froze, “What did you just call me?”
You bit your lip, “Daddy?”
“Baby, you know what that does to me. Are you wanting me to punish you?”
“You did promise me that you would fuck me until I couldn’t walk.”
“Don’t test me, baby. You might regret it. I am doing my best to not make a mess of you but I won’t be able to hold back if you keep this up.”
“Daddy, please.”
He groaned and leaned back admiring you as he stroked his cock.
“Be good for me and spread your legs.”
You bit your finger as you stared at him, slowly spreading your legs open for him.
He let out a heavy breath through his nose and his shoulders relaxed.
He moved in between your thighs, leaning over you, he placed his hand next to your head on the seat. He rubbed the head of his cock over your clit, then down to your core, and back up.
You wrapped your legs around his hips, “Please fill me up, daddy.”
He pushed inside of you slowly, and you clawed at his shirt as he filled you full.
“So fucking tight for me. Gonna have to start fucking you more just to stretch you back out.”
You whimpered and arched your back up.
“Did you miss my cock baby?”
“Y-yes so much. So fucking much.”
“Missed your pussy baby.”
He grabbed onto the car door to steady himself and started to thrust fast. Your whole body moving with each thrust. He thrust particularly hard and your head hit against the door and you both chuckled. He leaned down close and placed his hand over the top of your head to cushion it as he continued to thrust into you hard and fast. His hand hit against the door with each thrust. He buried his face down in your shoulder and groaned, “Fucking feel so good.”
You tightened your legs around his waist and he reached down, grabbing your hip to give himself a better angle.
He moved from your shoulder to look into your eyes, the two of you sharing a loving gaze at that moment. When you said you should just marry him, you meant it, because you truly did love him but your parents would never allow such a thing. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he leaned down to kiss you. Your lips connected in a passionate kiss and your foreheads rubbed together as he continued to thrust into you. Sweat from his forehead fell onto yours.
He leaned back from you, and you let your arms fall from around his neck. He grabbed the underside of your thighs, pushing your body in half so he could reach an even better angle in you.
He hit a certain spot that made you gasp and desperately grab onto the seat.
“Right there, please don’t stop.”
His fingers dug into your thighs as he started to thrust faster at the perfect angle. You couldn’t help the loud gasping moans that escaped your lips as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
You reached out and grabbed his arms, leaving scratch marks down them, your body arched, your eyes close shut, and your thighs shook around him as you came.
Jeno continued to thrust fast, trying to prolong your orgasm as long as he could.
You had stopped breathing, holding your breath as you came, when you took a deep breath and opened your eyes you saw him staring at you.
“Such a pretty girl when you cum on my cock.”
He moved his hands to your hips and started to move even faster, chasing his own orgasm.
“Gonna cum inside me daddy?”
He groaned, his head falling forward.
“Just gonna impregnate you so you are mine. Want you all for myself.”
“Yeah, pump me full daddy. Make me yours.”
His eyebrows furrowed and his breaths got heavy as he was about to reach his high.
You ran your nails down his arms and that sent him over the edge. He moaned deeply and his hips moved sporadically as he came inside of you.
His body tensed then relaxed and he leaned forward against you. You started to pet his head and he relaxed even more against you.
Neither of you wanted to move because you knew the moment that he moved it meant you needed to head to meet up with the man you might end up marrying that wasn’t Jeno.
He massaged your sides with his hand and laid still inside of you, his cum leaking out around his softening cock.
“Baby, we really need to go. I can cover for a bit by saying traffic and we had to stop for a moment to grab something because you weren’t feeling well but it will be suspicious.”
You let out a heavy sigh, “Please just a bit longer.”
He let his head rest against you for about a minute longer then leaned up and kissed your lips then your forehead.
“We have to go now.”
He finally fully pulled out and you whimpered at both the sticky feeling and also the loss of contact. He leaned up and grabbed wipes from the front and wiped you clean.
He cleaned you up then kissed you one final time before moving back to the front to drive the car.
You sat in the back trying to make yourself look presentable again. You caught Jeno’s eyes on you several times.
The ride to the restaurant was silent other than the soft hum of the car. Once you got there he opened the car door, and when you were about to step past him he stopped you.
“Please don’t fall for him. I really want you all for myself.”
You stared into his eyes and smiled softly, “I promise.”
The movie was way past the boring part and it hadn't gotten any more thrilling since, too boring it got you zoning out and focusing on the gentle circles Jacob was rubbing on your back instead. You were snuggled up into him, literally lying on top of his body with your legs on each side of his hip, the only source of light coming from the TV illuminating the whole room making you sleepy.
And it was this type of situation that had you thinking of something more interesting to do before you ended up falling asleep. You started kissing his neck innocently and subtly moving your hips to create some friction between your core and his member.
"Hmm? What's wrong, angel?" Jacob asked lowly, lifting your chin and kissing the tip of your nose.
"I'm bored..." You murmured staring deep into his eyes trying to hint on what you wanted to do rather than keep watching whatever was on TV.
"What do you want?" His hands descended to your thighs, only grazing the skin and feeling you get goosebumps.
"You..." Your voice was muffled as you buried your face into his chest, gripping his shirt and grinding down on him a bit harder. He chuckled in your ear, his breath tickling you.
"Right now? My angel's bored and needy?" You nodded, face heating up even though he couldn't see. "But you wanted to watch movies, baby. Look at me," he said grabbing your face, "I think you'll have to wait though."
You whined in frustration rotating your hips and pleading in small breathy "please"'s, sucking in your bottom lip to restrain you from moaning as you felt him getting hard under you. "Cobie..."
"Okay, let's do this: you'll sit on my cock and wait, if you behave and stay still, I'll give you what you want, but if you move too much you don't get to cum. Understood?"
A shiver ran down your spine and you nodded, quickly rolling to the side to get rid of your shorts and underwear and coming back on top of him. Jacob rubbed his tip against your entrance humming at how wet you were, arching your hips to welcome him inside you.
When he finally slid his dick into your dripping pussy you swore you saw fireworks start blinding you, his thickness stretching you open just the way you liked and filling you up to the brim. You clung onto his shirt; a moan stuck on your throat as you clenched wishing he'd forget about waiting and just pounded into you.
Jacob knew exactly how to make you break at his own will and he took pride in that, as slowly as he could. He chuckled at your quiet but desperate state and whispered into your ear for you to be patient and wait.
You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down and focus back on the movie while Jacob caressed your thighs and littered kisses on your shoulder every now and then. Sometimes you could feel his cock twitch making your eyes roll, trying so hard not to move and fuck yourself on him till you got satisfied and full of his cum.
Your brain was getting hazier by the minute, even your vision was becoming blurry as you were having a hard time trying to keep your eyes open; you were literally dripping. The breaking point was when Jacob thrusted in while adjusting himself on the bed and his tip brushed over your sensitive spot, you whimpered not being able to bear it anymore and lifted your hips, sinking back down hard on his cock to which he hissed and gripped your waist.
"I told you to stay still, angel."
"But Cobie... Please-" He pulled out and told you to close your legs, you didn't get at the moment but complied with it, getting your legs in between his. A gasp left your mouth when he pushed his dick between your thighs, rubbing against your pussy. "N-no, Jacob... Fuck- Please, I-I'll stay still," you sobbed holding his shoulders and begging him to just fuck you.
He shook his head smirking and gripping at your waist, fucking your thighs as his length teased your slit and clit making your eyes roll back. Jacob had a tight grip on you that probably would leave marks, having you completely at his mercy. The way his cock was moving against your pussy lips had you almost shedding a tear at how you weren't getting what you wanted despite trying your best to remain still now and behave.
"Aw my poor angel, are you desperate?" He asked in a silky tone, his words dripping fake sympathy. "But you're not allowed to cum though."
His thrusts got sharper, hands wandering your body and kneading the flesh of your ass as you found trouble to keep your breath steady. Under you Jacob was starting to shudder a little and his movements were getting sloppy, indicating he was close. You tried to tilt your hips in a way to get more friction, being out of your mind due to the stimulation, but he held you in place.
Your pussy was throbbing so much, only wanting to be fucked or at least cum with him, but he already had other plans. A few more thrusts and Jacob grunted spurting his hot cum all over your ass and the back of your thighs, to which you whined feeling the warmth of his seed on your skin and his dick twitching against the spot you most wanted him in.
"See? That's what dirty angels get when they don't behave."
Warning(s) | bullying, harsh words, cussing, sexual assault, name calling, fat shaming, poor shaming, face slapping, angst, hurtful comments, yelling, the Dreamies are not nice people (I know I did Jaemin wrong, I'm sorry)
Synopsis | Jeno was a bully, and you were his primary victim. Nothing should have changed, but Jeno began getting tired of bullying the girl he was in love with simply because she didn't conform to societies beauty standards. So she was chubby? So what?! His friends didn't see it that was.
Genre | ANGST, retro-flashback
Author’s Notes | So I wrote this a while back for an event of NCTA, which was basically writing a retro fic. This fic is very different than the fics I usually write. For one, it is told in Jeno's perspective rather than the readers. For two, this is a "chubby fic." Meaning the reader is seen in the fic as having a larger body weight, which, may I add here, is not a problem, nor should it ever be. If you are being bullied for anything, please don't let it go unreported. Report it as many times as you have to because bullying is not ok, whether it's done at school, at home, or anywhere else. Also, there is a possibility that there will be a part two, I have had some people (before posting it here) request a part two but I'm on the fence about that, but perhaps a part two will show some change and growth on Jeno's part. So we'll see. Tell me your opinions though! I hope you enjoy~
Word Count | 3.5k
Taglist | @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon @nschitty
A group of six boys sat around a table talking and laughing until a loud crash resounded through the snack shack that brought their attention to a waitress on the floor, yellow heels scattered behind her, empty tray in her hands and spilled drinks everywhere as well as on a girl by the table the waitress had fallen at.
“Clutz,” one of the boys, Jeno, mumbled, shaking his head.
“Fatass,” Jeno’s best friend, Jaemin responded.
The other four muttered something along the lines of agreement as they watched the waitress cowering on the floor with a bright red face as the girl now covered in cola shrieked about her ruined clothing and hair.
Jaemin got up from his seat angrily.
“What the hell are you doing to my girlfriend!” he yelled, approaching the pair.
“Jaeminnie! She poured soda all over me!” the girl pouted, running into Jaemins arms.
Jeno rolled his eyes.
Jeno shook his head. Out of all of the boys in their biker gang, Jaemin just had to be the most gullible, falling for the Queen Bee of the high school who used him for nothing more than his money and face.
“She ruined my shirt,” Jeno heard the girl whine.
Jaemin embraced her tighter.
“You’ll have to pay for her clothing, fatty!” Jaemin demanded.
The waitress was someone Jeno recognized. (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). She had been one of his best friends when he was a shy ten year old trying to fit in. They both befriended Jaemin and the rest of their group and somewhere along the way, he’d gotten muscular and tall while she’d gotten chubby. With Jeno’s looks, he’d always been popular with girls, but when he became interested in them as more than friends, he’d dumped the girl in favor of girlfriends.
She was a bullied girl wearing outdated clothing that made adequate grades. A nobody. She didn’t fit into any groups. She drifted through high school being shoved against lockers while her books were thrown across the hallway and what little lunch money she had was stolen. More often than not, Jeno or one of the other guys was the perpetrator.
“I can’t…” (y/n) muttered, looking down at the floor.
Jaemin kicked the carrying tray away from her, making the girl flinch.
Something in Jeno’s heart snapped against his chest, but he’d never allow it to escape. He watched tears gather in the corner of the girl's eyes and Jeno fought the urge to pull her to his chest.
Feelings began to stir their first year in high school when he and (y/n) had been seated side-by-side in homeroom and he’d leaned over to tease her about her recent, awkwardly styled hair when he’d met the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen.
The feelings made his stomach twist in knots and his body tingled. Feelings and sensations that only grew stronger when their skin brushed or when her angelic voice met his ears.
The feelings were what drove him to brash treatment. His hands shoving her shoulders against the lockers as he demanded for her money. Fingers harshly tugging at the ends of her hair. His voice yelling horrible things at her just to hear her speak back.
He couldn’t tell anyone how he was feeling either. Dating the chubby girl would cause him to lose whatever popularity he had obtained along with his pride and his gang. Their leader couldn’t be seen as the weak punk who decided to date the chubby girl from a poor family.
Jaemin sneered down at the blushing girl, taunting her loudly and Jeno watched her feeble attempt at hiding her face.
“Jaemin! Let’s go. Chubby over here isn’t worth our time,” Jeno called loudly, voice filled with authority that had Jaemin immediately moving away from the girl.
“Fine. But she owes us free meals for a week! Those clothes were expensive!” Jaemin whined.
He kissed his girlfriend's cheek and walked to the door to wait on the rest of the gang who were stuffing their last few fries in their mouths or finishing off their milkshakes.
“Let’s roll,” Jaemin called, a grin on his face.
Jeno shook his head at how fast the male changed perspectives. He grabbed his leather jacket off the back of his chair, sliding his arms into it and let it snap against his back.
The last few members finished their plates, leaving them on the table before grabbing their own jackets and following Jaemin out the door. Jeno took the end, stopping by the waitress on the floor.
“Maybe get some heels your fat feet can walk in, huh Dollface?” he sneered.
Her face flew red again and he rolled his eyes.
“And you should stop blushing. You look like a tomato. Vegetables aren’t attractive. Although it’s fitting. Tomatoes are plump.”
He walked out the door without another word, heart hammering painfully in his ears. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, but that was a problem. He couldn’t think chubby girls were beautiful. What would his friends think?
The loud purr of an engine met his ears and he sighed happily, most of his regret getting washed away, uprooted by the smell of motor oil and tires.
Jeno’s ride was a cherry red 1960 Harley-Davidson motorcycle with shiny silver wheels that didn’t match the rusted gas tank or muffler that Jeno was now saving to restore among other things. The black leather seat was slightly cracked from wear over the years and the breaks didn’t always work great. His headlight needed a new spark plug and the oil line leaked. Still, with all of these issues, he loved his bike. Each new issue gave him something to work on at night in his father's tiny little garage when all he wanted was grease on his chest and a wrench in his hand.
“Let’s go Jeno! I wanna ride!” Donghyuck moaned from his spot on his own bike, revving the engine with his right hand.
Jeno rolled his eyes at Donghyuck’s whining. Out of all of them, he was the one that loved traveling the most. They’d gone all the way up the coast the day they’d let Donghyuck lead them.
Jeno nodded and threw his leg over his bike, kicking the kick start lever and sighing happily as the bike roared to life beneath him. He pushed off his kickstand and allowed it to roll forward.
“Let’s go!” he called.
He rolled to the front of the group before revving the engine and turning onto the main road leaving the beachside snack shack behind.
~
When Jeno pulled into the driveway of his house, he parked his motorcycle beside his elder brother's black and gold Harley, letting the kickstand rest against the dirt driveway and dismounted..
He made his way into the house where his older brother, Jaehyun, was sitting alone in the living room flipping through channels.
Jeno’s heart hurt. All through the ride, he thought about (y/n) and the pained look in her eyes every time someone teased her. He knew it wasn’t right to bully her, especially for something as shallow as her weight or her clothes, but when the girls Jeno dated began mocking her, Jeno joined in, and pretty soon, she was alone. It hurt that Jeno could have stopped it. He could have kept her as a friend instead of ditching her, and now, here he was, hopelessly in love with the girl he bullied and too afraid to stand up to his friends out of fear that they would dump him.
“I have a problem,” he groaned, flopping down on the couch.
Jaehyun turned the small box television off and turned his attention to Jeno. Jeno rolled his head back on the plush green sofa and sighed.
“There’s this girl I like…” he started.
Jaehyun groaned in disinterest.
“So tell her. Not like you can’t get any girl. I heard you’re one of the kings of your class,” he replied.
Jeno whined. It was true. He could virtually have anyone he wanted, yet the one person he couldn’t have was the one he desired.
“I can’t. My friends wouldn’t approve and she’d never go for me… not after everything I’ve done,” he muttered hopelessly.
“Why do you care so much what your punk friends think? Do what you want, not what they want you to do.”
Jeno sighed. It wasn’t that easy and Jaehyun should know that.
“She’d never go out with me anyway and I can never tell her!” Jeno whined, hoping his brother would understand.
He was far too ashamed to come out and say exactly why she wouldn’t.
“There’s girls that don’t like you?” Jaehyun asked, clearly shocked.
Jeno nodded sullenly.
“Just one…”
That seemed to make the links click in Jaehyun’s mind and Jeno wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.
“You don’t mean you like the poor girl you always bully, do you?”
So Jaehyun knew about that. No wonder his brother had grown distant since Jeno had started high school.
“Um… yes…” he mumbled.
Jaehyun shuffled around on the beige chair he was sitting on before one of his dirty socks was being chucked at Jeno’s head.
“Hey!” Jeno snapped.
“You don’t treat people like that! You and your friends are assholes! That poor girl won’t forgive you for what you’ve done to her!” Jaehyun yelled.
Jeno wanted to yell back, but he knew Jaehyun was right. He was an asshole.
“What do I do to get her to like me… I don’t know how to stop this mess…” he mumbled.
Jaehyun groaned and grabbed the large remote, flipping the television back on.
“You make things right. Stop bullying the girl and apologize like you mean it. Even then, it may be too late,” Jaehyun answered before his attention was back into the heavy box television.
Jeno sighed. He knew his brother was right.
~
The next afternoon, Jeno pulled his motorcycle into the parking lot of the snack shack, parking alongside Jisungs rusting brown one he refused to let Jaemin or Jeno strip and repaint.
Jeno dismounted and walked into the shack. His friends were crowded around their usual table, talking loudly.
Jeno walked over to the table and slid into the booth beside Renjun.
“What’d I miss?” he asked.
Jaemin was cackling and fishing ice out of his soda glass.
“(y/n) is on our table today!” he smirked.
Jeno’s heart dropped. That meant they’d be extra cruel to her today and Jeno really couldn’t do anything to tell her or his friends how he felt. The universe must really hate him.
Jaemin got the ice out of his cola glass and held it in his palm, his faze shifting to where (y/n) was shuffling around in her red striped shirt and black pants, wearing those same yellow heels.
“What are you gonna-”
Jeno was cut off as Jaemin smirked and launched the ice cube across the table, getting enough air to fly across the room until it dived down into the low cut v-line of (y/n)’s striped shirt.
“Yes! 10 points!” Jaemin cheered loudly.
(y/n) squeaked at the sudden intrusion of ice, a sound that Jeno found oddly adorable, even if it wasn’t a good kind of squeak.
Her face flamed red and she hurried back to put her notepad down on the chef’s counter before moving back to their table.
“Can I get you guys anything else?” she asked, her voice having gone up an octave from embarrassment.
“I want a chocolate milkshake,” Renjun answered.
(y/n) jotted it down and moved to look at the rest.
“I want a burger that’s charred on one side, but not too charred. Don’t bring me burnt meat or I’ll make your fatass eat it,” Jaemin said.
Jeno sighed at his friend, shaking his head subtly.
“I want a burger with a dollop of ketchup and three pickles. Don’t you dare give me any more or less than three pickles,” Donghyuck ordered.
Jeno rolled his eyes. Donghyuck didn’t even like pickles.
She glanced at Jisung and Chenle, both who were contently sipping their cola’s and completely ignoring her existence, so, after scribbling down everyone else’s orders, she turned her eyes to Jeno.
“Coke with ten pieces of ice and a burger.”
(y/n) nodded, writing all of the information down and shuffled off to the counter again.
“Do we really have to be that mean to her? She looked like she was going to cry,” Renjun muttered.
Jaemin rolled his eyes.
Jeno nodded in agreement to Renjun. Her face was sullen and her eyes glistened with tears that hadn’t fallen. His heart sank at the thought that maybe something had happened at home or that their words had finally gotten to her. In all the time they’d been bullying her, she never once said anything much to them, and they’d never seen her cry.
“Do you think we should lay off her?” he suggested.
Donghyuck and Jaemin snorted at the same time.
“Why would we do that?” Donghyuck asked.
Jeno shook his head. His friends could be such assholes sometimes. They wouldn’t even stop for someone that seems to be almost crying, they just use it to play more games. More buttons to press.
“If you’re so worried, Jeno, go check on her,” Chenle challenged.
“Yeah, go check on her!” Jaemin cackled.
Jeno shook his head and sighed, getting out of the booth. He knew very well what they expected him to do, or at least, what they wanted him to do, but he didn’t know if he could take calling her names anymore. Not when it felt like his soul was screaming at him not to.
He didn’t have much of a choice as he made his way over to her, however. He couldn’t control what his friends wanted and what he was obligated to give.
He moved up behind her and while her back was turned, he brought his hand down hard on her butt as his friends cackled loudly from their table. Jeno’s ears burned in embarrassment and guilt. If his mother knew what he’d just done, she’d be dragging him out of the snack shack by his ear.
He didn’t really know what to expect from (y/n). What he didn’t expect however, was her body whirling around rapidly, her hand raising angrily, and the sharp stinging sensation across his cheek.
“YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO YOU, AND YET ALL YOU ARE YOUR ASSHOLE BUDDIES WANNA DO IS BULLY ME! WELL PISS OFF! I DON’T NEED THIS!” she screamed.
Jeno’s eyes widened. This was new…
“YOU ARE A BUNCH OF PUNKASS BOYS WITH NOTHING BETTER TO DO, BUT I SWEAR THE NEXT TIME I HEAR A COMMENT ABOUT MY WEIGHT, CLOTHES, OR HAIR, OR ANYONE TOUCHEs ME, I WILL SHOVE MY FAT FOOT UP YOUR BUTTHOLE!” she screamed angrily.
The cackling from the table had stopped as the boys gaped at their waitress in shock.
“AND YOU IDIOTS CAN GET YOUR OWN DAMN BURGERS!”
The snack shack had gone deathly quiet. Jeno stood as still as a statue, face still stinging, but not quite as painful now. The outburst from this usually quiet and reserved girl shocked him to his very core, but it also made him feel worse. Sure, the ice throwing, name calling, and excessively stupid orders had added fuel to the fire, but it was Jeno’s action that had thrown her over the edge.
“I-I’m… sorry…” he stammered out.
“DON’T SAY SORRY TO ME AFTER THE HELL YOU’VE PUT ME THROUGH!” she screamed.
Jeno’s heart pounded in his chest and his eyes gazed at her fearfully.
“I think it’s time you go home, (y/n), calm down and come back tomorrow,” the owner of the snack shack said, walking out of his office.
(y/n) nodded and let out a sniffle. Jeno didn’t know when she’d started crying. She grabbed the bag the owner handed her before running out of the shack.
“And you, young man. You and your boys get out of my shack. You’re all banned for a week. Come back in here acting like that and you’ll be banned permanently,” he said, eyes fixed angrily on Jeno.
Jeno turned to look back at his gang and sighed, waving a hand for them all to follow.
~
After the incident, Jeno hadn’t felt much like going on a ride with the rest of the gang. They were all perfectly fine, cackling and talking about the outburst, but Jeno couldn’t stomach it. The way she’d screamed. How upset she’d looked. He was done being a bully. Now he just needed to figure out how to go from bully to courting her, if that were even possible.
He parked his bike beside Jaehyun’s again, happy to see his brother was home and not at the rusty body shop he worked at.
He ran into the house, taking the front steps two at a time, and when he was inside, he made his way to the room he shared with Jaehyun.
“I need to borrow your boombox!” he yelled at the male.
Jaehyun, clearly not expecting the sudden intrusion, jumped off the small bed, stuffing the adult rated magazine he’d been “reading” under his mattress. Jeno rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time to find ways to ruin Jaehyun’s relationship with his girlfriend or rat him out to their mother.
“I. need. Your. boom. Box!” he enunciated.
Jaehyun stared at him incredulously.
“Uh… Why?” he asked.
Jeno shook his head angrily and shoved past Jaehyun to siffle through his side of the room searching for the large, heavy, cassette playing boombox his brother had bought a month ago.
“I need it to fix my (y/n) situation!” Jeno explained as he searched.
Jaehyun groaned.
“Movies aren’t real! That won’t work!”
Jeno ignored him. The guy always showed up at the window of the girl he was hoping to impress and the girl always forgave him. It’d work. It had to.
Jeno grabbed the large boombox from beneath Jaehyun’s bed, groaning at the weight. He heard Jaehyun sigh.
“Good luck then.”
Jeno didn’t need it. This would work. It had to work.
~
The ride to (y/n)’s house had proven to be a bit difficult as he struggled to hold the boombox against him. The box was large and heavy, with a small cassette player at the top that already had his chosen tape resting inside it.
The trip over was one of many stops and repositionings in an attempt not to drop the box that could very well make everything alright. He could just imagine her grinning in glee and running down to meet him, forgiving him for everything he’d ever done to hurt her.
By the time he got to her house, dusk was falling. He had maybe ten minutes before darkness engulfed the sky. Ten minutes in which he’d be tasked with making everything better.
He moved around the side of the common two story house and found (y/n)’s window easily. She appeared to be dancing to the music playing from the vinyl record player he could almost see perched by the window. It brought a smile to his lips. She looked so happy and carefree.
He could watch her all night, but he was here for a reason. He had to apologize for everything he’d ever done and confess.
He found a rock likely from her driveway by her window in the grass and picked it up. It was only one so he had to make it count.
He pressed play on the cassette player portion of the boombox and ‘It’s sad to belong’ came flowing out melodically from the speakers.
”Met you on a springtime day,”
He threw the rock hard against her window, flinching as he heard the rock bounce off. He was surprised it hadn’t broken the window.
”You were mindin’ your life and I was mindin’ mine too.
The window opened and Jeno’s heart hammered in his chest.
“(y/f/n) (y/l/n)! I am so in love with you it hurts. I am so sorry for everything I’ve ever done to hurt you! All the bullying. All the teasing. I’m so sorry. You’re not fat or ugly! You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen! I just couldn’t show it! But I don’t care what my friends think! I love you! I want to be with you! I want to court you! Please forgive me!” he pleaded, not giving the girl a chance to say anything.
When he finished speaking, the song was nearing an end and his body was shaking. The girl looked almost close to tears again and Jeno grew hopeful that in any second, she’d run downstairs and jump into his arms.
“Yes it’s sad to belong to someone else when the right one comes along.”
“You love me huh? Well you have a funny way of showing it,” she sneered.
The window slammed shut and the drapes were immediately dropped, leaving Jeno alone in the darkness of the evening, his hopes dashed across the grass.
Summary : Love doesn’t happen in a day, but it is something you grow up with.
Warnings: extreme fluff
A/N: This is an apology story for all my readers whom I’ve made to suffer through Gone and Strings. This is my third Taemin best friends to lovers au, simply because he suits it the best. But this was inspired by the series Exception by @moonlightjongin after that fic, I obsessed over baby Taem so much I had to write this. Big big thanks to @aquamarinenymph for literally writing this fic. And a big thanks to @exoxobsession and @imkyunies i love you three a lot!! Also, the age of both Taemin and the reader is written on the top for each segment. This is my first time writing proper fluff do let me know what you think about it!!
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[TAEMIN - 6 YEARS OLD, Y/N - 5 YEARS OLD]
“Here.”
Taemin opened his eyes and found a small piece of cake hovering in front of his face. The six-year old boy turned his watery eyes towards the owner and found a small girl holding the chocolate cake in front of him.
He sniffled and turned away, hoping the girl hadn’t caught him crying so badly.
He felt her edge closer to him, the pink frills of her frock tickling his bare knees. He should have listened to his mother and worn full pants instead of shorts.
“Take this cake. Is that why you are crying?” he heard her high-pitched voice ask.
He turned to glare at her. “I’m not crying for the cake. Besides, it's such a small piece.”
She pouted at him. “Well, it was my piece and I was eating it but seeing you cry I thought I would share,”
Taemin paused, thinking about her words.
“I’m not crying.” he said.
“Your eyes are watery.” she pointed.
He glared at her and simultaneously aggressively pulled at his small black bowtie and the elastic band of the birthday cap.
“This is tight that’s why.” he justified himself.
The little girl took his words for granted and shrugged; and then she popped the cake into her mouth.
She chewed slowly and grinned at him, her teeth covered in chocolate.
Taemin grimaced. Was this why his parents told him to close his mouth while eating?
“Why aren’t you with your friends?” he asked. Finally, he took in her appearance properly. The small tiara on her head was dangling at a dangerous angle, and her hair looked like she had pulled it for fun. She looked younger than him, judging by her super sparkly pink shoes, frilly pink frock and the little teddy bear she was clutching.
“This is my friend.” she said, her mouth still full, waving the soft toy in front of his face.
“T-That’s not a breathing thing so it's not considered.” he said.
Her smile fell. “Oh.” she said, her small mouth turning into an O.
She muttered something inaudible and he leaned in slightly to hear it better. He got a whiff of her perfume and he pouted slightly. Why did little girls like wearing perfume?
“What did you say?” he asked her.
She shuffled even more closer to him until their elbows were brushing.
“I said,” she said with a bit more emphasis, even though she was still whispering, “ I don’t have any friends.”
Taemin looked at her shocked. The real reason why he had been crying was because he didn’t want to come to this birthday party. He didn’t like the kids here, and he just couldn’t bring himself to talk to anyone else.
“How old are you?” he asked curiously.
She grinned back at him like nothing had happened. “I’m five! Mummy said I’m a big girl now!” she explained, her eyes sparkling as bright as the pink glittery clips on her hair.
Taemin snorted. “Well, I’m a bigger boy. I’m six.” he huffed at her.
She looked at him in awe. “If you are a big boy can you protect me? Every princess needs a prince.”
“I’m not your prince-”
“Oh but the other girls keep making fun of me.” she said sadly. “And I did offer you my cake.” she said, showing him her small fingers covered in black sticky chocolate.
He sighed. He wanted to turn her away. But there was something about her that was making him want to protect her. And besides, even he didn’t have any friends right?
“Sit here beside me and do not move an inch.”
[TAEMIN - 7 YEARS OLD, Y/N - 6 YEARS OLD]
“Are you okay?” the small boy asked worriedly to the even smaller girl, holding her hand tightly in case she fell again.
She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, and he felt a pang in his heart.
“No.” she whispered, blood still coming out of her mouth. Her front two milk teeth had broken and Taemin was in total confusion about how to stop the bleeding.
He had heard that people could die out of bleeding and he definitely didn’t want his best friend to die.
“It's okay.” she whispered, as he struggled to unpin his napkin from his shirt. “It will stop.” she said looking at her worried best friend.
She had been swinging on the swing in the playground when a bigger boy, yes, he was even bigger than Taemin, came and pushed her off the swing.
At first, when she fell, he started crying. But when she looked up at him with teary eyes and blood on her small lips, he felt an anger spark through him. He had never been this angry but watching his best friend cry had made him furious.
Which resulted in the boy knocking the bully down from the swing and he too ended up in the same fate as her. Luckily for Taemin, the bully didn’t fight back; instead, he ran away wailing about his missing teeth.
Taemin plopped himself down beside his best friend and wrapped his arm around her.
She leaned into him and attempted to smile, with the blood on her lips and missing teeth, as he looked at her disgusted.
“Show me your hands.” he ordered her.
She stuck out her small palms, both of them very dirty due to her fall. He took them in his own small hands; his hands always seemed to be smaller than others, and tried dusting the dirt out of them with his pined handkerchief.
“Thank you.” she said after some time.
Taemin smiled at her. “You don’t need to thank me. That’s what friends do for each other.”
She too grinned back at him and leaned in closer, until he got the familiar smell of her. Somewhere down the line, he had realised that it wasn’t her perfume, but just the way she smelt all the time.
And somewhere around that time, he realised that he loved the smell.
And their friendship.
[TAEMIN - 8 YEARS OLD, Y/N - 7 YEARS OLD]
“Look at that.” she giggled, pointing at the wisps of whiteness floating on the blue sky.
They were lying under the sun, the stream water tickling at their feet. Their parents had taken them to some far-off place whose name he hadn’t bothered knowing. All he cared for was having fun with his best friend.
“It's pretty.” he said, They look so beautiful and sparkly.”
True, the spotless white clouds seemed to be glittering in the blue sky, but his main attention was on the way the sun caught his best friend’s hair.
“Oh, that looks like a boat!” she exclaimed, pointing at one of the clouds.
He snorted. “That looks nothing like a boat. You are just copying what you read from those silly 5-year-old books.”
She stuck out her tongue at him. “No, I am not.” She said indignantly. “It really looks like a boat!”
"No, it doesn't!"
She whined. "Why do you tell me that everything I say is wrong ?"
"Because you are still a baby." Taemin snorted.
She poured at him and he laughed.
"I hate you!" She cried, and got up and ran.
Taemin too shot up and chased her down, tackling her into a hug.
She too started laughing as they both rolled down the hill.
Finally, they stopped and stared at each other, wrapped in each other's embrace.
"I don't hate you." She giggled.
"I know. I could never hate you too."
[TAEMIN - 10 YEARS OLD, Y/N - 9 YEARS OLD]
“Taemin.” she hissed at him, causing him to turn away even more.
She climbed up the benches of the empty gallery and sat beside him.
“Taemin, what did he do?” she asked, a little more forcefully this time. She got a sniffling as an answer.
Edging closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and said, “Taemin, if you don’t tell me what he did, I'm going to accidentally spill glitter into his water bottle-”
“You can’t do that! Th-that’s murder!” he exclaimed in shock, trying to process his best friend’s murder scheme.
“If he doesn't die, it isn’t. But if you don’t tell me what he did-”
“H-he tripped me.” Taemin sobbed. “And I fell down with my plate. A-And there was milk on my tray and it spilled on my pants and everyone in the cafeteria was laughing because apparently, I peed my pants-”
“It's okay.” she mumbled, pulling him into a hug. “It’s okay. Minsung is just a jerk and he’s just jealous you’re a precious small bean-”
“But I’m not small anymore!” Taemin said, now visibly crying hard. “I’m 10! I’m not supposed to be crying! I’m supposed to-”
“Protect me blah blah blah but Taemin I’m not little either anymore. We aren’t in our delusional fantasy of princes and princesses but we are best friends and best friends give their shoulder for each other to cry on. ”
Taemin stared at her with his watery eyes, wondering when she had grown up so much. In his eyes, she was still the small girl who had asked him to be her prince.
He leaned into her until his face was buried in her shoulder.
“Don’t go.” he croaked.
“I’ll never leave you.”
A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
synopsis: what could make the perfect day even more perfect? ice cream? the spa? or maybe that cute guy with the gummy smile?
pairing: yangyang x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 835
playlist: dumdi dumdi (g)idle, malibu kim petras, alcohol free twice
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a/n: this is kinda late so sorry about that. i had to restart writing like 3 times like my brain wasn't having it lmao. hope you guys like it though.
Resonance Beach was infamous for many things. It had the largest stretch of private beach, the waters were always crystal clear no matter the weather, and there was always something to do. Whether you were into tennis or playing piano or shark swimming, it was there, ready and waiting for you.
However you were most happy relaxing on the beach. Which is exactly what you were doing. It was one of the warmest days of the year, and so you happily spent it on a beach towel, an umbrella above your head and sunglasses masking your eyes.
You have been to this beach ever since you were young. Your parents would take you and your sister down to the resort during summer holidays and you did all sorts of activities, but your favourite was coming down to the beach. Any and all beach activities have been done by you. From searching rock pools to building sandcastles, it was the only true way for you to properly relax.
As you grew older, you spent more and more time just laying there, eyes closed hearing the waves coming and going. It was like you were in a wave sounds video. It was in moments like this that you felt all your troubles melting away, and that your life couldn't feel any more perfect
Taking a deep breath, you carried on walking along the stone pathway and as you were on your way, you spotted a volleyball match happening. And so you sat on the wall that kept the path elevated above the beach, your legs dangling just above the sand, just a few feet away from the match.
There were six guys playing and while you didn't really have an interest in sports, you could tell it was getting pretty intense. Other bystanders were drawn into this game as well, with a small group of people surrounding the makeshift court.
Eventually you took your eyes off the game and began to look out to the other side of the beach, but right as you did, a thud was heard near your feet and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest from being startled.
The volleyball the guys were using was now laying just by your feet and so you hopped down from your spot, picked it up and began walking towards the guys, only to be met halfway by one of them, and boy oh boy did he look handsome.
He was fairly tall with messy blond hair. As he approached you, he gave you one of the cutest smiles you had seen in your life. Needless to say that he had taken your breath away with his looks alone.
'Thanks!' he said as you handed him back the ball
'No problem, good luck!' you responded, mirroring his smile with one of your own.
With a nod and a small giggle, he turned away and jogged back to the court, his teammates scolding him for not being fast enough.
After that interaction, you had made your way back to your place on the wall and watched the game unfold and all your attention was focused on him. You never grabbed his name, but the way he played had you absolutely mesmerised and the way his eyes lit up to match his smile whenever his team would earn a point made you smile along with him.
About five minutes later it came down to the final round. Both teams were tied and from what others were saying, pizza was the first place reward - paid for by the losing team, of course. With the blow of a whistle, the game began and actually ended a lot faster than you thought. The guy you had met earlier had managed to spike the ball which made the small crowd and his teammates erupt into cheers, whilst the losing team had crashed out onto the sand catching up on much needed air.
You began to applaud with the crowd and as you were getting up, you heard a 'hey!' being yelled in your direction.
Being the curious person you were, you turned round to see what was happening, and the same guy from earlier was jogging up to you, some of his hair sticking to his forehead, but with the same grin as before.
'I thought I was gonna miss you.' he panted as he slowed down.
Congratulations for winning the game! I guess my luck helped you out' you laughed
'Haha, maybe it did. I really hope it helps me out now though, did you wanna come join us for pizza?'
You began to laugh again, a bit taken back by the sudden invite.
'I would love to! I'm Y/N'
you stuck your hand out, waiting for his response.
'I'm Yangyang. Now come on, we gotta go before the guys call me a slowpoke again.'
And with that, he grabs your hand, holds it in his own as he begins running back to his team with you in tow.
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- Warnings: Summoning and making a deal with a demon, size kink, baby girl/ daddy, oral male and female receiving,
- Word count: 1.6K
You stood right outside the pentagram chanting words in Latin. As the spell came to an end the candles at each point of the pentagram went out making it completely dark in your bedroom. You froze unsure of what to do. A cold breeze could be felt and the candles slowly relit. You looked up to see a gorgeous man standing in the middle of the pentagram. His hair was a dark brown, and his outfit was solid black minus the chain connected to his belt and the light glow against his leather pants. His very prominent muscles showed clearly.
He smirked, "Like what you see?"
You nodded, "Yes I do."
"My name is Wonho. Why did you call upon me? Most people don't ask for an incubus."
You bit your lip, "I'm lonely and I figured an Incubus could help with that."
"Oh baby girl, you can't even imagine the ways I will help you."
He stopped and smirked, "But it comes at a cost."
"What is the cost?"
"You will bear my child, and in turn, I shall make sure you aren't lonely. After my first seed is released, once a week you will have an insatiable craving to feel me inside of you, and when that time comes I will make sure to please you."
"So my payment is a child and the need to feel you?"
He nodded his head, "That is it."
You bit your lip, "I agree."
He reached his hand out towards you, and you grabbed it. He stepped out of the pentagram and kissed you passionately. Pulling away he smirked, "The deal has been sealed."
Now that he was closer you really could see just how undeniably hot he was. He looked like a perfectly sculpted Greek god. If going to hell means we must sin, then devilish men must be beautiful enough to tempt you into sinning and this man could make you do anything.
He licked his lips, "You are very beautiful. Why did you have to call upon a demon to please you?"
You smirked, "I figured only a demon could offer me what I needed and by the looks of it you will offer me exactly what I want."
He pulled you forward by your chin and leaned down to your ear. He ran his tongue around the outside of your ear and then bit down. You whimpered and he gripped your ass with his other hand. "I will offer you everything you have ever wanted and more. Your wildest fantasies will be fulfilled with me."
You shivered under his touch, his hand was cold yet warm at the same time.
He growled lowly in your ear, "Baby girl. You are making me hard without even doing anything. Feel."
He grabbed your hand and placed it on the very prominent bulge in his pants. A deep groan left his lips, "Fuck."
He was thick and long, "Wonho you are so big."
He licked his lips, "Of course I am. A sex demon better be large in the pants."
You gripped his bulge tighter and his dick twitched under your hand.
"On your knees."
You looked up at him shocked, "What?"
He gripped your hair and pulled you so you were looking into his eyes, "On your knees baby girl. Daddy wants your lips wrapped around his cock."
He let go of your hair as you slid down to your knees in front of him. You watched as he undid his pants, and pulled out his very large cock. You gulped nervously, unsure of if it would even fit in your mouth.
You wrapped your right hand at the base and your left hand above that, taking the tip into your mouth. Your mouth was stretched by just the tip as he had a lot of girth. You took him back until your lips touched your hand. He groaned and gripped your hair tighter. "Fuck baby girl. Daddy wants to face fuck you."
He used your hair to hold you still as he thrust in and out of your mouth quickly. You struggled to breathe, and tears welled in your eyes.
He thrust faster and groaned as he released into your throat.
"Swallow that all up baby girl and then show me."
You swallowed all of it and opened your mouth showing him it was all gone.
He smirked, "You are such a good girl. I think it's your turn now."
He picked you and threw you over his shoulder. He smacked your ass since it was right by his face.
Walking over to your bed he threw you down roughly and you slightly bounced.
He crawled over you, hovering as he looked at you with hungry eyes. "One thing you will learn baby girl is that if you please me I will always reciprocate."
He snapped his fingers and your shirt and bra were suddenly gone.
You gasped, "What the hell?"
He smirked, "That's called magic baby girl."
He kissed down between your breasts and over your stomach. When you reached the hem of your pants he looked up at you, biting down on your pants he growled.
He slowly slid your pants off leaving you just in your underwear. He grabbed the bottom of your thighs and spread your legs. Leaning forward he kissed your clothed core, "You smell fantastic, I can't wait to taste."
He grabbed the hem of your underwear with his teeth and pulled until they were fully off, leaving you exposed to him.
He hovered over your core and blew against it causing you to fidget and bite your finger. You felt self-conscious about your body right now and you blushed as he looked at you with such hunger.
He looked in your eyes as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your clit.
He spread your legs out farther as he ran his tongue from the core to your clit. "Mmm baby you taste amazing."
You blushed even harder, "Don't be self-conscious baby girl. You are perfect."
He smirked against your core as his tongue swirled around softly against your clit. He was teasing you, "Ahh daddy, please give me more."
You gripped his hair, and he growled. "No touching baby girl."
He stiffened his tongue making your body shake with each flick of his tongue. He moved so slowly, not rushing. He sucked your clit into his mouth and kissed it, and then licked. You whimpered and moaned fidgeting under him.
He suddenly flicked his tongue fast making your body jolt, he placed his hand on your stomach holding you down, your legs still spread wide for him.
You bit your finger as you tried to hold your moans.
"Don't hold those beautiful moans in baby girl."
He started moving even faster, he slid a finger inside of you curled it up immediately finding the perfect bundle of nerves.
You moaned and tried to arch your back but he held you flat against the bed. Your legs shook and your chest heaved up and down, you gripped the sheets tightly the coiling tightness building inside of you. He added another finger and rubbed against your spot harder sending you over the edge.
A gasping moan left your lips as you shook from the pleasure.
Once you came down from the high you looked up at him, your eyes hooded from tiredness due to the intense orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean.
"That was sexy as hell baby girl. You are very responsive to my touch which is fun."
He sat up on his knees and took his shirt off, and slid his pants off all of the way fully exposing himself. He was very muscular, and you got embarrassed again.
He hovered over you, "Baby girl no need to be nervous, this isn't your first time right?"
You hid your face from his intense gaze, "No. It's just that you are intimidatingly perfect."
You chuckled and smiled, "You know incubus only will come when summoned if the girl summoning them is beautiful. We have high tastes you know, so you are very beautiful."
You bit your lip, "Why is it that a demon is so sweet?"
He grabbed your legs and placed them over his shoulders as he lined himself up with your core.
"We aren't all bad." He slowly slid himself into you, his dick stretching you out. You wrapped your arms around him, your nails digging into his skin.
He moaned lowly as he finally sunk all the way into you.
You relaxed as you got used to the stretch. "I'm gonna start moving is that okay baby girl?"
"Yes, daddy."
He smirked and connected his lips with yours as he slowly slid out and then thrust back in quickly. He continued at a torturously slow pace not ever moving very quickly.
"Daddy, faster please."
He leaned back gripping underneath your thighs, bending you almost in half. He started thrusting quickly, your body bouncing with each thrust. He moved his hands to your waist as he thrust into you at a very inhuman pace.
Your moans came out strangled and desperate, the pleasure you were feeling was overwhelming. Your mind was clouded with lust.
His eyes turned full black as he groaned and neared his high. You looked at him shocked, but your brain was too clouded to think much about it.
You arched your back and moaned as you started tightening, "D-daddy. I-I'm gonna cum."
He growled out in a dark voice, "Cum baby girl."
The way he said it sent electric shocks through your entire body, you orgasmed so intense a moan couldn't even escape your lips, and you blacked out.
You woke up a bit later to see a sympathetic clothed Wonho next to you. "I'm sorry Y/N, I got carried away."
You smiled and placed your hand on his face. "That was the best orgasm I have ever had. Thank you."
He smiled and kissed your hand, "I will see you next week baby girl."
He snapped and disappeared leaving you to laying there already desperate for his touch.
Warnings: mention of drinking, piercing (reader), blowjob
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The music was loud, buzzing into your ears and your heart felt like beating in sync with it. You were leaning against the wall of the spacious living room, sipping on the red cup in your hand, only observing some drunk couples making out here and there, some people dancing with their bodies pressed against each other and others just trying to casually talk over the noisy sound. You had already rejected a few random guys trying to hit on you, talking about how feisty you looked with your heavy eye make-up, flannel and tight leather skirt. You shooed all of them away, not interested at all.
You got brought back to reality when someone walking past you tripped and spilled their cold drink all over your flannel.
"Ah shit, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- I'm sorry." You looked up to see who it was the owner of the voice: Eric, the quiet shy guy from your Chemistry class. His eyes were wide, talking so fast you could barely make out what he was saying. "Please, let me try to wash it or it'll stain."
"Oh no, it's fine, I'm about to go home, I can wash-"
"No, please. As an apology at least, I don't want to get your clothes stained."
"If you insist..." You shrugged, sliding the shirt off your arms, revealing a black crop top and handed it to him.
He mumbled something about going to wash it in the bathroom and you just followed him upstairs. You closed the door behind you both, the faint sound of the music still being heard. The bathroom had a quite large counter so you sat on it next to the sink as you waited for the boy to try and clean the piece of clothing.
You watched him in silence, he seemed focused; or by the blush on his cheeks, maybe just too tense and embarrassed.
"Didn't think you'd like coming to this kind of party." Your sudden comment made him jump slightly, the pinkish tone on his face becoming a bit more visible.
"I don't-", he adjusted his glasses, "this is my friend's house, so I kind of got dragged here." You nodded even though he couldn't see by the way his eyes were glued to what he was doing.
At some point you noticed Eric stealing glances at your thigh covered in fishnets, probably trying to see your tattoo that was peeking out of your skirt. "It's a dragon." You said pulling at the fabric to expose more of your skin.
"O-oh I see, it's really cool." He blushed harder, still not daring to make eye contact with you and you smirked to yourself.
Eric was the typical quiet good student, always sitting at the front of the classroom and getting good grades. You had quite a thing for guys like this, even though most of the times you were hooking up with the bolder ones; but something about him was cute, almost pure.
"Eric, do you have a girlfriend?" The question was so direct and out of nowhere that he nearly choked on his own spit. He finally looked at you, shocked and blinking to process the words, then shook his head answering a small and shy 'no'. "Have you ever had?" He denied again. "So you've never been with someone?"
"No, I-I mean, I kissed this one girl back in 7th grade." 'Cute', you thought to yourself. "Look, your shirt it's not gonna get stained anymore, it's a bit wet here but-"
"Thank you!" You put the flannel aside and got off from the counter. "How can I compensate you?"
"Huh? I spilled the drink on you, you don't have to-" At this moment you were so close he could smell your perfume. You got even closer, caging him between your body and the counter top, chest almost touching his. You looked deeply right into his eyes then at his lips and back to the eyes. "What-what are you doing?" He asked when you stretched out your arm to lock the door.
The poor boy pushed his glasses up his nose bridge, nervously looking elsewhere. "Just a little thank you." You said and his whole body tensed up when you turned the lights off, only letting the ones above the mirror on.
You leaned in to breathe out into his ear inciting a sharp inhale from him. But he let all the air out as your lips latched onto the skin of his neck, softly kissing. One your hands ran through his hair, nails scratching the scalp and the other traveled south to tug at his belt loop, slightly pulling his hips towards yours. You could feel his throat vibrate containing a sound as you rolled your hips, and with a kiss at the right spot he threw his head back releasing a small and breathy but beautiful moan. His hands flew to grip at your waist, they didn't pull you closer nor pushed you away, just rested there.
Taking advantage of his exposed neck you licked his Adam's apple, letting him feel your tongue piercing and he sighed. You kissed the other side of his neck while undoing his pants and palming him through the underwear. He moaned again, his member twitching in your hand.
You got on your knees, hands on his thighs to support yourself and winked when Eric looked down, your face poorly illuminated by the only lights on. His breath hitched again as you pulled his boxers down and held his hard dick by the base. Deciding to go slow not to scare the boy you lapped at the whole length of his shaft feeling his veins and swirled your tongue on the tip, your piercing adding to the teasing and every time it rubbed against the underside of his cockhead Eric rolled his eyes, mouth agape.
"S-shit..." He cursed almost inaudible, hands gripping the edge of the counter behind him. You kissed his tip a few times before sucking lightly at it. "Y/N..." Him moaning your name was now the prettiest thing you'd ever heard and it was the fuel to engulf his cock with your mouth.
He hit the back of your throat and you started to move your head slowly, tongue massaging the entire length. Then suddenly the lights were back on, you looked up at Eric.
"I want to see you..." His voice was breathy, the tip of his ears red. You smiled and pulled him out of your mouth, lips already swollen.
"Then watch me." You sent him a wink again and swallowed him whole, this time maintaining eye contact.
Eric furrowed his eyebrows, jaw hanging open as he panted. You hollowed your cheeks sucking him harder and bobbed your head. The sight of your dark red lips wrapped around his cock was making his head spin, and it wasn't helping whenever you pulled away just to give kitten licks to his tip and tease his slit.
His moans were rising in volume, a mixture of your name and curses were leaving his lips as he tried to hold his hips still. You took one of his hands and brought it to grab your hair but he only held the back of your head gently. His cock throbbed which time you looked at him and you swore he blushed even harder.
You made sure to let your piercing brush at every inch of him, using your tongue where he didn't fit into your mouth. His legs began to shake signalizing he was close so you sucked him more vigorously.
"Y-Y/N, shit- I'm gonna cum..." He tried to push your shoulder a little, probably too embarrassed to cum in your mouth but you held his hips and kept working on him till you felt him twitch. So you pulled him out a bit and opened your mouth looking up at him, just so he could watch his warm cum fall onto your tongue.
You gave a last suck to the head of his cock and swallowed his seed.
"You swallowed!?" Eric's voice was breaking due to him being breathless.
"Everything." You smirked and got up to kiss his neck while pulling his pants back up. He rested his forehead on your shoulder trying to catch his breath and you kissed his cheek, chuckling. "You did great."
