Summary: It's your first date with single dad Jeno. You're hoping to get lucky. Jeno's nervous, because he hasn't had sex in a while - but he's eager to please.
Genre: Smut, single dad (DILF)!Jeno
Word count: 2k
“Well… this is me.”
You and Jeno were standing outside your apartment building. Your breaths condensed in the cold night air.
Your fingers longed to touch him, to feel the firm muscle under his dark trench coat.
Jeno scratched the back of his head.
“I- uh… had a really nice time tonight.”
You smiled. You weren’t ready to let this night come to an end.
“Would you like to come inside?”
Jeno’s brows shot up.
Oh no. Had you gone too far? Your eagerness had scared off men in the past, but you thought Jeno was different.
You rushed to fill the silence.
“I know it’s only our first date, but we got on so well, and you really are so handsome. I thought that we could- never mind, forget I said anything.”
Jeno shook his head.
“No. It’s not that! I just-” Jeno let out a long sigh, his broad shoulders slumping. “I should have told you this before, but I uh… have a daughter.”
“Oh.”
Diapers. Snotty noses. Looking after someone other than yourself. These were not things you were used to.
Jeno’s lips stretched into an awkward smile.
“I should have told you earlier. I understand if you don’t want to-”
“I still want to.”
The truth was, after a long string of disappointing dates, Jeno was the first man in a while who actually made you feel excited.
You gestured for your door. “Shall we…”
Jeno shook his head. “I’ve got go home and dismiss the baby sitter.”
You sighed. “Oh, right. Silly me.”
“But… I only live a few streets down. Maybe you could come with me?”
His dark eyes crinkled into half moons. You swear you saw his cheeks flush.
You smiled. “Lead the way.”
—
Jeno’s bedroom was impeccably neat and organised. All of the bedding and decor was various shades of grey and black. The only thing that stood out was one bright pink strawberry plushie in the middle of the bed.
You absentmindedly squished the plushie as you waited for Jeno to pay the babysitter.
You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, which was strange, because this wasn’t the first time you’d slept with someone on the first date.
You weren’t quite sure what you should do. Should you strip and wait for him naked, like they did in the movies? You decided that was too much, so you just sat there.
The door opened, and Jeno walked in.
“Thanks for waiting. Miyu took a while to settle down.”
The mattress dipped as he sat down beside you. His smell, clear and citrus, filled your senses.
“I take it this is hers?”
You held out the strawberry plushie.
Jeno chuckled and gently took it from your hands.
“You know… six year olds and their passions.”
He rolled the plushie into the corner of the room, and then turned back to face you.
You sucked in a breath.
The only light in the room came from an orange lamp on the nightstand. It cast a warm glow on Jeno’s face, and stretched his lashes into long shadows.
He was looking at you with deep, unreadable eyes. It made you feel naked despite you being fully clothed. He stayed absolutely still.
You touched his hand.
“Is everything alright?”
“Y/n. It’s been a long time since I… with someone… I mean I- I’m not-”
You leaned forwards and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, quietening him.
“Is this okay?”
Jeno didn’t answer. Instead, he placed a hand behind your head and pulled your mouth onto him. His lips were hesitant at first, but soon, he matched your pace, kissing you deeply. Every time his tongue brushed yours, you felt a sparkle in your core.
You kissed down his neck, running your tongue across his prominent collarbones. Jeno moaned.
“Take this off,” you said, tugging at his grey woollen jumper.
Jeno leant back slightly and pulled the jumper over his head.
When you got a look at his body, your mouth dropped open.
Jeno’s broad shoulders and long chest tapered into a deliciously narrow waist. His skin was impossibly smooth, and each ridge of muscle looked like it had been carved out of marble. You imagined what it would be like to kiss him all the way down.
“Oh my god, Jeno. Your body is insane. I had no idea you were hiding all of,” you gestured at his muscles, “that under there.”
A red, splotchy blush rose up Jeno’s neck.
“I guess I work out,” he said, peeking at you through his lashes.
You ran your fingers down the firm plane of his chest. When you brushed his nipple, a low sound escaped his throat. He grabbed your wrist on instinct, but didn't tell you to stop.
You grinned. “Understatement of the century.”
You reached forwards and wrapped your hands around Jeno, desperate to feel him. You pressed your body against his, your hands sliding down his warm back. His heart was rapid, thumping against your chest.
You were acutely aware that you were fully clothed and he was naked.
Jeno reached round to the back of your dress, his fingers fumbling with the zip. After a few tries, he managed to get the zip all the way down. You shrugged the dress off your shoulders and let it slide down your body.
Jeno’s eyes went wide when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra underneath.
“You’re so… hot,” he whispered, looking at your breasts.
He leant forwards and sucked one nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around your nipple. He cupped your other breast with his hand, kneading it gently.
You felt yourself grow wet.
Instinctively you reached your hand into his lap, squeezing the stiff bulge beneath his jeans.
Jeno gasped and pulled away from you.
“If you do that, I’m going to-” His black glassy eyes met yours. “It really has been so long since I even thought about sex. Having Miyu around means that all I think about is pick up and homework and when her next shots are due-”
You put a finger over his lips.
“Can you not talk about your daughter right now?”
Jeno nodded. “Right. Yes, you’re right. Sorry, did I ruin the moment?’
He let out a shaky breath. His fingers twitched, like he didn’t know what to do with them.
“You didn’t ruin anything. Why don’t you go and get a condom?”
“That I can do.”
Whilst Jeno left the room, you shimmied out of your panties, and lay down on the bed. You reached between your legs, and were not surprised to feel that you were soaking wet.
Jeno came back into the room, groaning when he saw you playing with yourself.
You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and watched whilst he undressed. Jeno pulled down his jeans, and then his boxers.
Your gaze ran up his muscled thighs and over his lean hips. His cock, wide and flushed, was stiffening under your gaze. You were dazed at the sight of him.
“I’m not sure that’s going to fit.” It was hard to keep the excitement out of your voice.
Jeno’s hand slipped down to his cock. He stroked himself, the veins in his forearms bulging with the effort.
You shuffled so that you were sitting on the edge of the bed. Jeno stood between your spread legs, brows furrowed in concentration.
His fingers were too shaky to rip open the foil of the condom wrapper, so you did it for him. You rolled the condom onto him, hearing him hiss when your hands came into contact with his cock.
“Fuck,” he cursed.
Jeno slid his cock across your wet lips, sliding over your clit and making you jolt. He rubbed himself up and down over you, gathering your wetness.
He jerked his hips forwards. You felt the tip of his cock, heavy and warm, squeeze against your pussy.
He pushed it in, just an inch.
You felt a pleasurable burn as his cock slowly entered you. He inched forwards, with a slow but constant force. The uncomfortable stretch slowly turned into a delicious friction.
“More,” you whispered.
Jeno pushed all the way into you with one long, slow thrust. You both let out a groan.
You looked at Jeno’s face. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his mouth hung half open.
Jeno began to thrust properly, his sharp hips slapping against yours at a rapid pace. One of his large hands came down to caress the curve of your ass as he fucked into you.
Each thrust knocked the air out of your lungs. You had never felt so full.
“I won’t last long,” Jeno said, his head dipping down to your neck. He kissed your sensitive skin.
You reached your hand between your legs and started to rub tight circles around your clit, desperate to reach your climax at the same time as him.
Jeno’s thrusts turned sloppy.
“Y/n, I’m going to-”
He pushed himself in, deep, deeper than he’d been before, and then stilled. He let out a long, low groan, and slumped onto you.
The weight of him on top of you surprised you. You were completely trapped between his muscled body and the bed, his cock still buried to the brim in your pussy.
You squeezed his arm.
“Jeno- too heavy!”
He rolled to the side, groaning as he pulled himself out of you. He quickly removed the condom and lay down beside you.
“Did you finish?” His dark eyes watched you curiously.
You smiled. “Almost.”
Jeno’s gaze followed your fingers as they skirted down your stomach and hips, and dipped down to your pussy.
You felt a flood of wetness as you rubbed yourself. Goosebumps rippled over your body. It was so hot to be watched.
Jeno was watching you intently, like he was memorising your every move. You let your eyes fall shut as your instincts took over.
You pushed two fingers deep into your pussy. The second you did, your orgasm washed over you. It was so strong that you started to shake.
You opened your eyes, sighing. You looked down to see that Jeno was growing hard again.
“You’re so amazing,” he said.
You felt your cheeks warm, suddenly shy.
“So… wanna go on a second date?”
Jeno laughed. He grasped you by your waist and pulled you on top of him.
“Fuck yes.”
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Jeno has a past that holds him back from what life could potentially offer him, and one of those, he thinks, is you.
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warnings: minor character death (in the past), themes of grief and moving on, tooth-rotting fluff, Jeno being down bad but he was sort of an ass for a bit, crying during sx, sp@nking, mc's a masoch1st (kinda), body worship, unprotected sx, 0verstimulation, oral sx.
The music resonates the walls of the dingy frat house as Jeno makes his way through hordes of people on the dance floor, trying his best to squeeze through drunk college students to get to the kitchen, he's too goddamn sober to handle this amount of people as a self proclaimed, he checked his MBTI, obviously, introvert.
“Jeno! Finally made your way down from your room! Finally done studying?” Chenle asks on the top of his voice, clearly a little more than just tipsy, seeing how Jisung's the one making drinks right now, which the latter offers, but Jeno declines, he wants some alcohol to get him going, not blackout drunk, he still needs to get to his quiz in the afternoon tomorrow.
“I don't have much choice, not even the earplugs work against Johnny hyung’s speakers,” Jeno says with a sigh, looking out at the living area, this is going to be a long night, he thinks to himself.
“I told you to get the ones from that brand, they're only slightly pricier, you know,” Chenle chides, the irony, coming from the international student, but he knows his friend means well.
“They're out of my budget, it's fine, I started earlier just to get it done before this party anyways, I'll see you guys later, if you're not passed out by the pool that is,” Jeno jokes as he pours himself a mixture of whiskey and coke.
“Very funny, Lee, even if Mark leaves me out there in the cold, I know Jisung would save me, right bro?!”
Jeno doesn't hear what Jisung has to say, merely chuckling to himself as he makes his way through the crowd once more.
The worn out couch sinks as Jeno takes his seat, he watches as Jaemin talks about something animatedly with bombastic gestures and his tone pitched higher, he's going to be the perfect kindergarten teacher after he graduates being an education major and all, then there's Shotaro, watching wide eyed, engrossed in whatever tale Jaemin is telling, he's going to miss this, Jeno notes to himself, sighing at the fact that his sophomore year has begun and in a year's time he's going to say goodbye to all of this.
“Renjun said you'd be studying, didn't expect to see you tonight,” you say as you take the empty spot next to Jeno, Renjun on your side, you've always been his beloved little sister, Renjun is tiny, but for you? He'd pack a punch any time, his last victim was a 6 feet guy who was too handsy for his liking and dude ended up with a broken nose, he broke a finger too, but no one mentions that unless they want to end up in the same fatal tragedy.
“Finished studying, so I thought I'd come down here and join the rest of you,” and maybe because he wanted to see you too, not that he'd ever admit that, to himself or others, he has no right to delve into these emotions, it wouldn't be fair to you or her.
“Wow Jeno, no need to brag about your smarts like that, all of us know you're the top of the department,” you joke with a nudge of your shoulder, and with that slight movement, your thin cardigan slips down your smooth shoulder, revealing the strap of your tank top.
“Says the one that doesn't need to study and still passes,” Jeno retorts as he lets his eyes linger for a bit, before he decides to finally scoop up the collar section of your cardigan, covering your shoulder once again, and from the corner of his eye, he sees Renjun watching him.
“That's because I only aim to pass, unlike mister high achiever here, and I'm not cold, don't worry,” you say, but regardless, your body naturally inches closer to his, his warmth seeping through his bomber jacket has you hooked.
“Enough about me, what about you? What type of content are you shooting next?” Jeno asks, you're an almost full time influencer, the only reason you're still in college is because you want to get the degree as plan b, and Jeno, one of the few with a car, secondhand from his sister, always offers to drive you and sits through shootings with you, whether it be a trip to Olive Young or the newest cafe on the block.
“Probably gonna try doing those ‘a day in my life as a college student’ vlogs cuz some of my followers have been asking, but I'm not sure, it's a lot of work to film, might just end up going through my PR boxes instead or a review of this lip balm I've been looking for an excuse of getting,” you joke, knowing you, Jeno knows you're gonna get it and review it regardless, unless it's sold out, then he'd be one of the firsts to hear about your complaints.
“I could hold the camera if you want to,” Jeno offers, he always does, and you knew he would, it's why you asked in the first place.
“Thank you, my sweet assistant, knew I could always count on you,” you say before booping Jeno’s scrunched up nose, he always does that when you call him that, very textbook Taurus of him.
“Hey Jeno! Wanna play beer pong with us?” a girl comes up to him over the back of the sofa, tapping on his shoulder, probably his coursemate or something.
“Sure, I'll see you around, let me know when you wanna film, I'll see when I'm free,” Jeno says before giving you a little wave, following the girl to the beer pong area, and everyone knows she's going to end up inviting her to his bed, whether you like it or not.
“Since I'm not drinking tonight and I'm not a smoker, I'm craving Shin noodles, anyone want some?” you ask as you smooth down your skirt, you're gonna borrow your brother's apron, god knows you're one clumsy bitch and you love this mini skirt you searched high and low for, the things you do for a shushu tong dupe.
“Did someone say Shin noodles? I'm down,” is the first thing Mark says when he finally joins your friends’ little section, sex hair and a rumpled shirt triggering a few snickers.
“Sure, Markie, you should probably tidy your hair though,” you say before ruffling it up further, quickly making your way to the kitchen after, distantly, you hear Jaemin’s laughter ringing out even with the loud music playing still.
When you’re cooking the noodles, someone walks in, out of the corner of your eye, you see a familiar mane of orange hair.
“Hi Yang Yang, want noodles?” you could probably look for another pot if he wants some, you're sure Renjun stocked up some extra pots here, and even if he didn't, you're sure Taeyong did.
“I'd be down for your noods, if you know what I mean,” he answers coyly, his hand resting at your waist as he attaches himself to your side, watching you separate the noodles to cook them faster.
“Very funny, I'm on day 6 still, so thanks but no thanks, bud,” you reply, patting him on the hand at your side before you turn off the heat.
“Damn, talk about bad timing, no wonder you're craving for noodles, I'll just have a bit of yours, who's sharing with us? I'll go out and call them in, you can take the bowls out and stuff ” Yang Yang offers.
“Mark, he's at the sitting area,” you say before you feel Yang Yang leave your side, you carefully move the pot before fetching the bowls and utensils, grabbing the big thongs and ladle, you quickly get yourself a small portion, almost moaning at the familiar spiciness that ignites your taste buds in the best way possible.
“Wow, thanks bro,” Mark says, eyes lighting up at the sight of food, quickly fetching his own portion.
The two boys start talking about the latest NBA match while you eat in peace, you love eating while chatting up with friends, but you cherish having one on one moments savouring the food you're eating, Jeno calls you weird for that, but maybe that's because he keeps having that dry chicken breast for meals.
“Oh, if you guys want to fuck, you need to hurry up cuz Renjun just left with this girl not too long ago, and you know how he is,” Mark informs,
Renjun’s very particular about sleeping conditions with his one night stands, one time he was willing to pay extra for hailing a cab at 2am because he was sick of the artificial vanilla scent of this girl's diffuser.
“Not tonight, crimson rain's still in season,” you joke before getting more noodles into your bowl, meanwhile Yang Yang's stopped eating, he was just craving for a little taste.
“Oop, that explains the noodles, too bad for you dude, maybe Yuta hyung would have more luck,” Mark jokes, he always liked joking about how you got a roster of boys lining up at your doorstep, when in reality you're always bouncing between Yuta and Yang Yang.
“He got her last time, I gotta make my move faster this time,” Yang Yang says with a groan, putting down his chopsticks, having had enough of his fill.
“l'll let you know when I'm done, how about that, you whiny baby,” you tease, pulling his ear playfully.
Yang Yang cheers from his seat before getting up to wash his bowl.
“See you when the sky's sunny, baby, and Mark, basketball tomorrow afternoon, right?” Yang Yang bids the two of you goodbye, probably off to find another girl or game with Hendery.
“He's not bad, you know, simple minded dude,” Mark suddenly suggests, scooping more noodles then soup into your bowl before you put your hand up to stop him, that's enough noodles for tonight.
“He's alright, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now,” both of you know you're lying through your teeth, but it's the answer that won't stir anything up, you enjoy the dynamic you share with the boys, you're not gonna risk it, not that your feelings would ever be reciprocated.
“What about Yuta then? Is he more your type than Yang Yang?” Mark asks, always looking out for your heart, more than you ever did for yourself at least, which is almost the same for all your friends.
“Maybe, but no, he's not looking for a relationship either,” you explain, this time, not a white lie.
“Yuta thinks you're cool, I'm sure he'd be down to try if you showed interest,” Mark tries his best to convince you.
“I don't think I can watch idly if he looks at a girl with some neon-coloured box dye hair a little longer, I'd be seething, I need someone who's 100% down bad,” you say, trying to deflect the topic at hand.
“Alright, alright, I'll let you be, I'll get back to you when I think of someone new,” Mark says, not giving up on playing matchmaker.
“Have fun playing cupid with that terrible aim, Markie,” you tease before saying goodnight to him, planning on spending the rest of the night alone rewatching this k drama you love.
You were about to text Yeri, your roommate and bestie who had came with you, but upon opening your chat room with her, you realise she has once again ditched you for a boy she found. Oh well, guess you're just gonna crash in your brother's room, Renjun’s room is slightly bigger than most of the rooms in the house because you had once stayed here for a brief period of time when you were in between rentals, so there's space to fit in one more super single in his room, albeit a slightly tight fit, but at least you get to steal your brother's skincare for the night.
On your way to Renjun’s room, you bumped into Yang Yang once more in the hallway.
“Hey! Wanna game with us for a bit? It's just me and Hendery, we're playing COD,” he offers with that bright smile of his which strangely enough, reminds you of Lightning Mcqueen from the Cars cartoon.
“I don't know, Yang, I kinda suck at it,” you would love to have a switch from mobile to Xbox, but not at the expense of potentially ruining someone's game night.
“Come on, we're chill, Hendery dies all the time anyways,” Yang Yang insists, a hand on your back, steering you to his shared room, “but don't tell Hendery I said that,” he whispers by your ear before Hendery turns around to greet you.
“Yo! Nice of you to join us, Ten ditched us for the night so it's nice to have three players again,” Hendery exclaims, enthusiastically passing you the remote.
“Why aren't you guys partying like the rest of the frat?” you ask while picking a character.
“Parties are here every week, this one's kinda boring so might as well game the night away,” Hendery explains before noting how you're an urban tracker girlie.
And after two matches with the boys, you have to agree with the sentiment.
Jeno throws on a simple sweater before leaving his room to go get some water for himself and the girl on his bed, but something catches his eye from the other end of the hallway, it's you and Yang Yang, cosying up outside his room, Jeno’s fist clenched up when he sees you following into his room, he knows you sleep around casually, but he rarely ever catches sight of it, and it leaves a bitter taste on his tongue.
The party is finally starting to phase out, most of the partygoers are either passed out on the couch, or the unfortunate ones, by the pool or at the lawn. The frat members themselves are mostly gone, either retreated into their own respective rooms or have gone back with someone, so Jeno hadn't expected himself to bump into anyone when he came in to fetch two bottles of water.
“Why do you look like you want to squeeze the life out of those bottles, dude? Was tonight's lay not good enough for you or something?” Haechan asks, car keys dangling from his hand, he must've come in through the backdoor instead of the front, he once had someone puke on his Nike shoes so he isn't taking any chances anymore.
“Nothing, go to sleep,” Jeno deflects, god knows he doesn't need Haechan nosing into his business, which he has a reputation of doing so.
“When you're this pissed off it's usually either you fucked up a test or… is it her?” Haechan didn't even need to emphasise on who's the her when Jeno threatens to throw his half full bottle at him before he was stopped by Jaemin who had come in to dispose of some of the trash he had cleaned up from the living area.
“Jaemin ah, Jeno’s bullying me again!” Haechan whines moving to hide behind Jaemin’s wide frame.
“Stop provoking him and you'd be fine, now go, you're lucky I'm here to take the trash out,” Jaemin says before he ushers his bratty friend out of their kitchen.
“As much as you don't want to hear this, Haechan does have a point,” Jaemin says as he sorts the trash into different recycle bins, “she's not going to be single forever, and I know you love Eunbi, but it's been years, she wouldn't want to see you like this,” Jaemin explains with his most motherly tone that he dishes out unconsciously at times.
Eunbi was Jaemin’s cousin sister and Jeno’s girlfriend from 15 to 17, she passed away suddenly due to a drunk driving accident, and from that day onwards, Jeno has never really been the same again, he swore off the possibility of loving someone again, until you came into his life, his restraint wavering bit by bit as you take up his heart, piece by piece.
Jeno’s hand rises to his chest to feel the familiar butterfly charm hanging on his necklace, Nabi, he used to call her, because she used to love butterflies and also because they rhyme with her name, this necklace is Jeno’s only significant remembrance of her, other than their shared memories.
“I don't have any feelings for anyone, so it doesn't matter,” Jeno brushes off the topic with ease, he's had a lot of practice, and quickly leaves the kitchen.
With a defeated sigh, Jaemin watches his best friend go, hoping that one day soon, he'd be able to finally move on from Eunbi.
Another week passes and the weekend rolls around quicker than expected, Yuta was in the kitchen pouring himself a drink, spiked punch of some sort that Taeyong whipped up, some people got too drunk for his liking last week, so now he’s doing it himself before Chenle or Jisung gets the chance to.
“Oh, Yuta-ah, can you go and play with the kids? You know how truth and dare gets, and I don’t trust Johnny to be responsible, he’s always been such an instigator,” Taeyong says with a shake of his head, as he measures the vodka down to the tiniest drop.
“And you think I’d be the perfect candidate to keep an eye on them?” Yuta asks in disbelief.
“I trust that you’d do as I say for once, Yuta, the others are all still studying for their finals, just this once?” Taeyong asks, and how could Yuta say no when his best friend pulls out the big boba eyes.
Yuta sighs when he sees the sight of Jisung putting a whole dollop of wasabi in his mouth, but he can’t help but laugh when the youngest rushes to the bathroom before he inserts himself in the circle in between you and Mark.
“You’re playing?” Shotaro asks, already perking up at the idea of his big giving away bits and pieces of himself, Yuta isn’t exactly an open book, so he's excited to learn more about him.
“Yup, Taeyong told me to keep an eye on you scoundrels,” Yuta says before he catches Johnny’s eyes, the latter barking out a laugh, Yuta also notes how Jeno was seated next to his friend, he must be here because you’re here, maybe Yuta won’t keep his promise after all.
Things go by uneventfully other than some truths being spilled and Jaemin being told to twerk in the middle of the circle, which he was more than happy to do, however, when he was done his eyes landed on you, and because you’ve been saying truth for a few turns now, you switch it up by saying dare, and honestly, he knows all the truths because all these boys ask are things in the bedroom, taking advantage of the fact that Renjun is absent tonight, so things weren’t all that interesting, but now, Yuta’s interest is piqued.
“I dare you to make out with the hottest person playing,” Xiao Jun suggests, which garnered some groans, Yuta snickers next to you, Yang Yang isn’t here, so things are very much predictable.
You smooth down your skirt before you circle the men around you, eyes lingering on Jeno for a bit too long, the ones that know watch intently, but when you stop in front of Johnny, gasps ring out around the circle, cheers started erupting when squat in front of Johnny, the surprise on his face was evident, cute even if you’re honest, you’re glad you chose to be chaotic tonight, the panic in his eyes had you giggling, breath hitched when you lean in place a chaste peck on his cheek, when you lean away, and did a quick turn back to facing Yuta, Johnny barks out a laugh, while the rest of them back to groaning, you catch a few of them saying that they knew you were just playing them.
Yuta extends his arms, a knowing smile on his face. His eyes take in your plump lips coated in his favourite cherry lip gloss.
“Someone’s been stirring trouble, haven’t you?” Yuta says before he feels your hands tangled in long hair, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jeno glaring at him, Jaemin watching nervously where he’s seated.
“I’m always down for trouble when it’s you,” you retorted before you seal your lips with his, climbing into his lap, the familiar bulge of his belt buckle digging into your pelvic and the feeling of of his hands enveloping your thighs sends a shiver up your back, and you couldn’t help yourself, grinding into his crotch, the material of your skirt covering most of your movements, but Yuta could feel everything, smiling against your lips, before he pulls away from you, he could feel his cock twitching at the sight of your dazed eyes and swollen lips.
“Show’s over, I’m taking this one up,” Yuta announces, carrying you away from the shameless group of frat boys that were watching, it’s not their first time, but their curiosity never satiates.
“Damn it, now I need to be the chaperone,” Johnny says begrudgingly.
Jaemin’s silent as he watches his best friend fume in his spot, with a sigh, he cracks a bottle of soju he placed next to him before the game started, passing it to Jeno, the latter taking a huge swig, not long after, Jeno opts out of the game to look for a distraction for the night.
Your eyes flutter when you wake, the sun shining from Yuta’s opened blinds, his body warm under yours, his arm tossed over your waist which you remove to go wash up in his ensuite bathroom, the good thing about sleeping over at Yuta’s.
When you’re done, Yuta’s still sleeping away, you close his blinds for him, he’d probably want to sleep longer, he finished his finals not too long ago, he should be getting more rest.
So you put on your skirt from last night and stealing a sweater from his closet before you padded down to the kitchen, opening the fridge to fetch some ingredients for a basic omelette, spinach and eggs.
“There's still some leftover cranberry juice from last night,” Jeno says, startling you from stirring the omelette in your pan.
“Oh, nice, could you pour me a glass?” you ask, “if you want an omelette then you can fetch me more eggs and spinach, I'll make it,” you add on.
“Thank you,” Jeno says, handing you the ingredients after washing and chopping the spinach.
Soon after, the two of you are sat across each other on the island, joking about last night’s events, from the part where Haechan was dared to take off his shirt and go out for a quick run in the cold till the part where Jaemin had twerked in the circle and had accidentally shoved his ass at a very confused Jaehyun who had just finished a round of beer pong and wanted to see what was happening in the truth or dare circle, conversation was going smoothly and lighthearted until it wasn’t, by then the two of you have finished eating and Jeno’s washing the dishes.
“So you and Yuta…” Jeno trails off, his gaze absent, his fingers holding the fork rather tightly, knuckles white from the restricted blood flow.
“It’s nothing serious,” you brush off absently, you’re not lying, what you and Yuta have is strictly no strings attached, but if the lines were more blurred…you wouldn’t have minded if Jeno hadn’t holed up a place in your heart.
Jeno nods, unconvinced, or maybe he’s just blinded by jealous rage.
“Jeno?” your voice yanks Jeno away from the many images of you and Yuta holding hands and kissing, a scene cruller than what he had witnessed last night, but he bites his tongue from saying anything, not when he still has Eunbi’s necklace hanging on his neck, it wouldn’t be fair to any of you if he acts on his urges.
“Yeah?” Jeno grunts out, he didn’t mean to sound mean, but he can’t help it, just the thought of you and Yuta being something more just pisses him off, he isn’t even worried about Yang Yang, he knows you go to him for pure casual fun, you can never settle with a guy like that, he could tell you crave someone who has a natural leading aura, and that’s why he’s so down bad, the way your eyes light up when he helps you with something as simple as carrying your bag or ordering your food, every time he does something for you, he could feel his heartstrings tugging painfully.
“Jeno, if you have something to say, then say it,” you say, you don’t know why you’re feeling so confrontational today, but it’s been two years of running in circles around Jeno, and honestly, you’re tired, and maybe this would send your friend group into a catharsis, but you can’t keep tiptoeing your feelings around Jeno anymore, not when he obviously knows how you feel.
Jeno shuts the tap off before turning to face you, and something breaks inside him when he sees the conflicted look swimming in your pupils, and at that moment, he wants to wipe it away, and so he makes the mistake of pulling you close by the waist, sealing his lips with yours, and Jeno hasn’t felt this alive since a long time, he could feel all the nerves on his lips igniting like a dying flame miraculously being sparked till they’re a blazing wildfire, and the way his hands wrap around your waist, the warmth of your body rekindles a physical craving he’s never felt before with anyone else he used as a distraction of the loss of Eunbi. Eunbi, no-
Your heart shatters when Jeno pushes you away, searching his eyes for an explanation, but Jeno has his eyes closed, he looks too calm, taking a deep breath as if that kiss was merely a simple mistake, you’ve seen him act more emotional when he doesn’t receive his desired grade for a paper, are you nothing to him?
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” Jeno mutters through gritted teeth, eyes avoiding yours at all cost.
“Is that it? That’s all you have to say to me, Jeno? That our kiss was merely a mistake? Don’t tell me what you feel all this time is also some sort of fucking misjudgement, Jeno!” you lash out, venom in your tone as you throw out punches on his sturdy chest, and what made you angrier was that he let you hurt him, like he doesn’t even bother defending or protecting himself from your lethal accusation, you can’t even call him a coward, a coward wouldn't stand there and let you do as you please.
Fortunately for Jeno, Jaemin comes to his rescue, detaching your agitated figure away from his friend, trying his best to calm you down with sweet nothings, that you’re better off, that Jeno’s being an idiot, but the damage has been dealt, there’s nothing that can make you feel better, but you guess you expected this, you had too much faith in Jeno.
“I’m so disappointed in you, Jeno,” you say before you take your leave, casting one more disappointed look at Jeno, and at that moment, the man that you’ve always thought looked so broad in your eyes now looks like the smallest man who’s ever lived.
Jaemin sighs when he no longer sees you within sight, Jeno heaves out a shudder of breath, he could tell his friend was trying his best to hold himself up in front of you, how quintessential of Jeno, never letting anyone into the depths of his mind.
“You can’t keep doing this to yourself, Jeno,” Jaemin mutters as he checks for bruises under Jeno’s shirt, but Jeno brushes his hand away, rolling his sweater back down, even if you did bruise him, he deserved it for what he keeps putting you through, “Jeno, Eunbi wouldn’t have want to see you this way, she would’ve wanted to see you happy, not punishing yourself like this, she would’ve wanted you to move on, Jeno, you think she’d like seeing you wallowing in self loathing?” Jaemin says in a huff, he’s tried spelling this out in a kinder way to his best friend, but it doesn’t seem to get through that thick skull of his.
Jeno doesn’t answer, he just dodges his friend’s attempts of wanting to talk more, locking himself inside his room, wishing that the remorse, guilt, and heartbreak would just swallow him up. He hates himself for betraying Eunbi, even if it was just a mere kiss, contemplating on what Jaemin had said, could he really move on without feeling guilty as sin?
The cold wind prickles Jeno’s skin, his worn out padding not doing much to block the harshest of the weather, cursing to himself as he climbs down the stairs, not a single person in sight at this period and this hour, and then he sees it, the familiar tombstone, he sighs in relief as he takes in the sight of Eunbi’s tiny photo on the slab.
Fishing out a small cloth from his jean pocket, he wipes the photo of Eunbi before he wipes away the dust atop the tombstone and the dust on the slab of stone where he sits whenever he visits.
“I’ve missed you,” Jeno says as he places down a bouquet of roses, Eunbi loves roses, he calls it cliche, she says it’s because she loves how roses are one of the flowers that attract butterflies the most.
“I used to think I would get the opportunity to grow old with you, a house, a car, and maybe two kids, the cliche, but,” Jeno stops himself, swallowing the lump down his throat before he continues, “I guess those weren't in the cards for us in this lifetime,” Jeno says before exhaling a long sigh, “but sometimes I do think, would we have really gone on our entire lives? Would we have broken up along the road? Those 2 years of loving you, and spending my whole childhood with you by my side were beautiful, and every single day without you by my side was a living hell, but when I thought nothing could really bring me back to life, I met someone, and I feel so fucking guilty towards you, and I don't know if I'm supposed to feel what I'm feeling for her, I love you, and I always will, but I can't deny what I'm feeling for her either, so now I'm here, Eunbi-ah, please tell me what should I do, if you told me to wait till my dying days to reunite with you, I will, please just give me a sign,” Jeno pleads hopelessly, a hand caressing the tiny photo of Eunbi.
Just then, a tiny flutter of wings catches his eye, and a butterfly lands on the bouquet of roses in front of him.
‘Is this the sign I’m asking for?’ Jeno asks himself, but when he tries to sit closer for a clearer look, the butterfly flies away with a quick flutter of its wings, the bright yellow contrasting the cloudy sky.
“Are you telling me to move on too, Eunbi-ah?” Jeno says with a long sigh, next life, maybe things would be different then.
After watching the sunset with Eunbi, Jeno drove home and immediately stormed into Jaemin's room, his friend was busy watching cat videos when he interrupted him, not a surprising thing for him to do honestly.
“What’s up?” Jaemin asks, swivelling his gaming chair to face his friend who had made himself comfortable on his bed.
“I need advice,” Jeno said, which earned him one of his friend’s classic menace smiles which makes him look like the Grinch.
You have no plans today, you had just finished having pizza with Yeri, your roommate slash bestie announcing that you needed a self care day after the shit storm a certain someone put you through.
Suddenly, your doorbell rings, Yeri’s in the bathroom, so you get the door, assuming that she ordered dessert in advance without telling you, but to your shock, it was Jeno, and in his hands are supermarket flowers that he used to joke were overpriced for its minimal packaging.
“I’m sorry for everything, I was a coward and an emotionally constipated asshole, and I know I don’t deserve a second a chance, but if you’d give me the chance, I promise I’ll try my best not to fuck up, and if I do, I’ll promise I’ll make it up to you,” Jeno says, pleading his case with you, everyone often jokes about how Jeno looks like a samoyed, but right now, he looks like a puppy with the way his eyes are trained on you, analysing your every movement and flicker of expression, awaiting your verdict.
“You’re not an asshole for taking your time to mourn and move on from Eunbi, but Jeno, are you sure you’re ready to jump into a relationship? I know you still miss her dearly, and it was mean of me to ask so much from you, you don’t have to be with me if you’re doing this out of guilt, Jeno, I don’t want your pity,” you explain, you don’t want to see the sight of his guilty eyes whenever you’re with him, it would crush your soul to bits, to never have his heart entirely.
“No, I’m serious, I thought things through and realised that I can miss her and love the moments I had with her and still move on to the next chapter of my life, I used to think to love her means I shouldn’t allow anyone in my heart, but Jaemin’s right, she wouldn’t have wanted to see me like this, and I know you wouldn’t want to see me like this either, I want to give us a chance, I’m sorry I came to my senses so late, I hope it’s not too late,” Jeno says, his heart aches when he sees rivulets of tears stream down your face, he places the flowers on the bench next to him before he extends his arms to you, and he sighs in content when he feels your arms around him, your face buried in his chest, he reaches a hand up to pat your head, comforting you.
“Well, I just got a text from Joy that she wants to grab drinks, so I’m gonna head out, you two talk things out on your own, call me if you need anything,” Yeri says before she takes her leave, wanting to give the two of you privacy.
Jeno directs the two of you to the living room, plopping the two of your conjoined bodies onto the couch.
“Hey… don’t cry for me, I’m not worth it,” Jeno says, his hands wiping away your tears with the back of his hand. You choked up a laugh through your tears, swaying your head sideways.
“It’s not that, I’m just, I already accepted the idea of not having you, and now that you’re here… I’m just, surprised– but glad,” you confessed, god, you hate crying for a man, but at least the fool in this fable gets her happy ending after all.
“I’m glad too, sweetheart. I wouldn’t have been mad in the slightest if you said no, but thank you, thank you for giving me this chance,” Jeno says as he wraps you up in his arms, and he feels you sink into hold, and that’s how the two of you fall asleep on your bed that night.
‘Come earlier, I have a surprise for you ;)’
You smile to yourself when you see the text from Jeno, wondering if he got you the new grapes that are in season or something. When you got there a few hours earlier, the house was relatively empty, partygoers aren't here yet and only a few freshmen were setting up the place for the frat party. You let yourself in Jeno’s room, surprised to see that it’s empty, but soon you hear light footsteps pad into the room before your eyes are being covered by a familiar pair of hands.
“What grand surprise do you have for me, Jeno?” you ask, turning around, his hands drop from your face, but you keep your eyes closed, not wanting to spoil the surprise on his behalf.
“Wait, one sec, okay, now you can open your eyes,” Jeno says excitedly.
You peered your eyes open and a gasp left your lips.
“Oh my god, it’s blue!” you say, not believing your eyes, your hands reach out to touch his hair, not fried from the bleach dye, thankfully.
“Wanted to have something fresh to mark the start of our relationship, and seeing my hair on those filters you put on me gave me the idea of dyeing my hair,” Jeno explains, “do you like it?” he tapers off, a bit insecure because you look like you love it, but you haven’t said anything to confirm it yet.
“I love it,” you say as you turn his head from side to side to get a better look at the entire haircut with a giant smile on your face.
“Let me take a quick shower and get dressed then we can head down,” Jeno says with a quick peck before he retrieves his things and leave for the bathroom, leaving you to your devices, or moreso Jeno’s devices, you love watching concert videos on his screen, that expensive hunk of equipment is clearer than your vision.
However, halfway through watching old concert videos, you took notice of his drawer not being closed all the way, out of curiosity, you open it to see what it stores, and to your shock, a jewellery box is the first thing you see, the box design tells you that it isn’t anywhere near brand new.
Maybe you shouldn’t be snooping around, but you couldn’t help yourself, Jeno never gets mad at you, he even tells you his phone password, he has nothing to hide, and so you pry the box open with gentle hands.
The glint of the perfectly preserved crystals caught your eye, then you recognise the shape of the pendant, butterfly, Jeno used to wear this ever since Eunbi passed, why isn’t he wearing it anymore? Did he think you’d mind that he did? That wasn’t the impression you wanted to give off, there’s no point being jealous of someone who’s no longer here, that’s just absurd.
“Oh, you found her old necklace,” Jeno notes with no malice in his voice despite the fact that you feel yourself jumping slightly at the sound of his voice.
“I, I saw your drawer wasn’t closed all the way and just wanted to check it out, sorry,” you apologised, but Jeno quickly brushes off your apology with a reassuring smile, “why aren’t you wearing it anymore? It’s not like I’d get jealous,” you say, scared that the reason he felt like he was obliged to stop wearing it was because of your relationship.
“I know you won’t get jealous, and I didn’t take it off like right after you said yes, I just thought it was time a few days ago, to put some things to rest, I’ll look back on these things from time to time, but I think it’s time to put some distance for me to move forward,” Jeno explains as his hands are laid on your shoulders, the weight and the brush of his thumbs comforting you.
“I’m just worried you’re rushing things for me,” you reason.
“I’m not, so don’t worry,” Jeno assures once again, “how about we go down now?” Jeno suggests after hearing the music starting from below, you agree instantly, maybe you’re just too stressed about everything, a drink sounds amazing now.
“Look who just made their long awaited debut,” Jaemin said at the sight of the two of you making way to the usual spot your friend group usually sits at.
Jeno tenses up when Renjun meets his eyes, his best friend had given him a long talk when he had heard from you that Jeno finally came around, needless to say, Jeno would never want to get on his best friend’s bad side, he’s sure he would manage to beat him up despite being much shorter than him.
Distantly, Jeno could hear you tell Jaemin to shut up before there’s too much attention placed on you and Jeno, your skin is thick, but you know Jeno doesn’t like too much attention on him, hence with a little more teasing, your friends switch topics, and just like that things are back to normal, a bit too normal for your liking, because soon, a girl makes her way to Jeno to ask for a dance, but your boyfriend quickly declines and explains that he won’t be casually hooking up with anyone anymore.
Even though you were silent the entire interaction, Jeno could see the jealousy in your eyes and the way you immediately downed a shot of soju.
“Someone’s jealous?” Jeno asks, clearly amused by the sight in front of him, pulling you closer into his embrace, he doesn't want anyone eavesdropping on a conversation where you could possibly feel vulnerable.
“Nope, not at all,” you say briskly, clearly overcompensating, dodging his kiss, Jeno laughing at your antics.
“Okay, whatever you say,” Jeno says, letting you be.
Although unfortunately for Jeno, things get a twist of events when he sees Yang Yang waving to you from afar with a smile too friendly for his liking when the two of you were swaying to the beat on the dance floor, and you quickly see your samoyed of a boyfriend turn into a doberman right in front of your eyes, gone was the puppy eyes that are quickly replaced by the obvious glare in his eyes.
“Looks like someone's jealous,” you tease, playing with the freshly cut ends of his hair at his nape.
“Let's head up, party sucks today,” Jeno says, pulling you by your hand, leading you upstairs to his room, quick on his feet but not fast to the point where you can’t keep up in your heels.
When the door shuts behind you, Jeno quickly kicks off his own shoes before he squsts down to slip off your heels for you, then immediately he tosses you over his shoulder as if you weigh as much as a feather, tossing you on his bed with a bounce before he climbs on the bed himself, his moves slow and calculative as if he was predator stalking its prey, behind his eyes, you can see the gears behind moving as he thinks of what to do with you, but when you reach up to touch his cheek, you see his eyes softening around the edges, the control you have over him sends a shudder down your spine, Jeno smiles at that realisation when he comes to the conclusion that if you asked, he’d relinquish all control over his life to you if you asked, he’s willing to give you all of him at your request, now that he knows life is fragile not to love wholeheartedly, but he knows what you want, and for now, at this moment, you want Jeno to guide you, but what he asks you catches you off guard.
“What’s your average kill in a match on codm?” he asks as he hovers over you, arms caging your body.
“What? I don’t know, like 15 if you’re asking about multiplayer,” you answer in a tone of disbelief.
Jeno has that familiar cunning mirth on his face when he reaches for your phone that you had previously placed on his nightstand so as to not get in the way when things get heated.
“You think you can reach your average while I eat you out?” Jeno asks as he passes you your phone.
You feel heat crawl up your face when you register his words, can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he sounds, but you’ll indulge him.
“I’ll try my best, just for you,” you agree, but you know there’s more to his proposition.
“Before you say yes, there’s a catch, if you don’t get 15 kills, for every kill you lack is one spank,” Jeno says with a quirked brow, his eyes challenging you.
You don’t consider yourself competitive, but when it comes to a game you know you’re good at, it ignites the dormant competitiveness in you that you swear you outgrew as a teenager.
“Deal,” you agree, you’re gonna win either way, if you fail awfully at the game, you still get to get your back blown out regardless, and in Jeno’s words, you've always been a masochist, maybe just a little bit. There must be some truth to it since you were sleeping with Yuta of all people.
“Let me know when you start,” Jeno says as you open the app, telling him when the countdown begins, and quickly he takes off your skirt and panties to toss it to the side of his bed.
Jeno starts off slow, his index finger tracing your slit, starting from the bottom, it piques your interest, but it doesn’t take away your focus entirely, until his fingertip hits the bundle of your nerves, your breath hitches, but you still manage to get your third kill of the game.
You look so hot like this, all concentrated on your phone screen, not so different from how you usually game, other than the fact that you now have your bottom lip between your teeth to ground yourself, Jeno hears another three more kills when he decides to go in for the actual kill, leaning down to capture your clit between his lips, hollowing his lips as his fingers enters you, so fucking wet, god, Jeno, groans to himself, he can’t wait to be inside you, your cursing distracts Jeno from his train of filthy thoughts.
“Died?” Jeno asks before he dives back to his feast between your legs, he distantly hears you cursing at a sniper before he feels your legs twitching when he finally finds your sensitive spot, fingers curling upward, knowing that you usually cave in and ask him to fuck you at this point when you’re having regular foreplay.
You curse silently when you realise you lost count of how many kills you managed to secure, you haven’t gotten a single headshot in this match, and when the score limit reaches its end, you can feel the knot in your abdomen threatening to snap, and so you quickly toss your phone aside to grind back on Jeno’s face, his nose has always been such a good placeholder for your clit to hump on, and Jeno loves it, loves how debauched you are, he could just watch you use him to chase your orgasm all night if he wanted to, and when you finally reach your high, a whine of Jeno’s name reaches his ears as he feels your sexy legs wrap around his head and your juices burst in his mouth and the excess dripping down his forearm.
When you finally come back to your senses after ascending to heaven, you check your score on your screen, you breathe a sigh of relief, 11 kills, you proudly show Jeno your score.
“So four spanks, you want to sit through your punishment or would you prefer if I do it in between rearranging your guts?” Jeno offers, since you did so well for him.
You ponder over the suggestion, but the thought of needing to wait longer to get filled has you choosing the latter.
“I think I’d like to be surprised today,” you say before you strip off the rest of your clothing, Jeno’s eyes following every movement you make, licking his lips when he sees the slight jiggle of your tits as you move about, that is until you settle on all four, presenting yourself to him, and a beast claws at Jeno’s belly for a need to just take you.
It’s like you read his mind, because you tell him to just put it in, that you’re loose enough from the foreplay, you say as you spread your cheeks for him, the sight of your wet pussy has him losing all control, who is he to deny you when you’re presented so prettily for him like this? He’s no god, any man would crack under your ministrations.
So he doesn’t hold back, grasping his cock in one hand while he parts your folds with the other, cursing when he finally slips in your warm and wet hole, slowly sliding in till the hilt, he loves this process, loves the way you shudder when you feel him intrude your walls inch by inch, your lips parted as your head rests on his pillow.
When you’ve adjusted to his size, you whimper out a singular word, move, before you feel your whole world fizzle away as pleasure clouds your head at the first thrust, always rough when you need him to be, rough and fast, that’s Jeno’s preferred pace, quickly locating your sensitive spot with the thick tip of his cock that has you screaming into his pillow, but no matter how hard you try to muffle your voice, the headboard banging against the walls is dead giveaway of how you’re having your back broken by Jeno, but you throw all caution to the wind if it means you get feel the feeling of such ecstasy flowing through your whole body, you swear every time he drills his cock inside you, the more pleasure you feel, and the dumber you get, when all thoughts of sanity get replaced by the primal need to chase your high, your train of thoughts, or lack thereof since all you were thinking were the word ‘cock’ on repeat, gets broken by a harsh smack on your butt, it came out of nowhere, catching you off guard, and it shows by how your walls clench tightly on Jeno’s dick, your release coating his length.
“Fuck, you’re such a fucking pain slut, aren’t you? One smack has you cumming on my dick like some virgin,” Jeno spats out as he keeps fucking you, knowing that you’re extra sensitive after two orgasms upping his motivation to drive you absolutely mad.
Jeno quickly finds your clit, the poor thing swollen with the treatment Jeno previously put it through, rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves roughly, which has you bucking before he sends two smacks its way.
“Fuck,” you curse to yourself as you feel tears prickling the corner of your eyes, trying so hard not to cum from the pain, and in doing so, you clench around Jeno so hard that has him stop mid thrust to anchor himself, he still wants to get at least one more out of you before he cums.
He resumes after having a bit fun with fondling your tits, thanking gravity with the way he could feel the weight of them in his palm, he’s gonna have to suck on them after he’s done with this, he thinks to himself before he goes back to chasing his high, planting one of his feet on the ground to fuck you faster, and soon you could feel yourself cumming at any second, whispering how you’re close to Jeno, before you feel another spank being sent to your clit, the pain and the oversensitivity pushing you over the edge with a scream of Jeno’s name and a fist forming with the sheets on his bed.
“Fuck, love it when you squirt for me,” you hear Jeno distantly, not really registering his words until you feel your thighs being slicked with your release, which Jeno promptly cleans up with his pack of wet tissue he’s kept in his room by the dozen ever since he found out you’re squirter.
When the three towels are stripped from under you and into the hamper, Jeno finally joins you under his fluffy blanket, holding you close.
“I didn’t go too far right?” Jeno asks, he trusts that you will use your safeword if he ever goes over the limit, but he always does a final check in after you settle, just in case you drop into a vulnerable state where you need extra care and attention.
“No, of course not, I feel more than fine, but thank you for asking,” you say before pecking his lips sweetly.
“You hungry? Craving anything? I could check if the guys are getting delivery, see if you want anything,” Jeno offers, but you shake your head.
“Just want some cuddles and sleep, I’ll let you know what I’m craving for brunch tomorrow, but now, I need to recharge,” you say as you snuggle closer to Jeno, practically attached at the hip, but Jeno lets you, combing through your hair for you as you drift off to sleep.
Jeno was first to wake, quickly climbing out of bed to shut his blinds, knowing that you absolutely despise being blinded by the sun rays first thing in the morning, you’ve always been a night owl after all.
After washing up in the bathroom, he makes his way back to you, still sleeping, cuddled under his blankets, just like how he’s tucked you in before he left his room, you don’t move much in your sleep, Jeno notices as he climbs back in bed, it’s no wonder why you always remain in his arms the whole night.
Jeno looked over to his alarm clock to see that it’s almost 10am, he knows this is the time you prefer waking up, and when Jeno sees his blanket slipping off your shoulder to reveal your smooth skin, Jeno has the best idea on how to wake you up, and maybe, even the whole house if he does well enough, and well, unfortunately for the other people sleeping right now, Jeno’s always been a top scorer for anything he puts his mind to, Jeno chuckles to himself at the thought of being a menace as he makes his way under the blankets.
You’ve never had everyone giving you the stink eye before, well, at least not in this frat house, and the one who looks most annoyed is none other than Haechan, whose room is next door to Jeno’s.
“I swear to god, hearing them made my hangover even worse,” Haechan mutters, but loud enough for everyone at the breakfast table to hear, Johnny was the first one to laugh, Johnny had left the party early for a hookup hence the lack of a hangover, he had just got back in time for this comedy show.
“You’re laughing?! My head is still pounding from last night’s drinking and worsened by their shenanigans and you’re laughing?! God, why did Renjun have to get lucky last night, they always pull shit like this when he’s gone,” Haechan complains, or moreso whining, if you asked Jeno.
“Come on, Haechan-ah, it couldn’t have been that bad, I didn’t even hear a thing,” Sungchan says, coming to Jeno’s defence quickly, they’re coursemates after all, and Jeno is always a big help to him, he loves Haechan, but he’s doing this for his own good.
“Your room is on the other side of the house, of course you barely heard anything, she literally sounded like she was getting mauled by a wild animal, listen, let me try and recreate-
Two taps on Jeno’s lap has your boyfriend springing up from his seat with a deadly gaze and Haechan goes silent before he screams bloody murder, running for Jaemin or Mark, whoever he finds first, Sungchan sighs to himself while Johnny and Jungwoo laugh at the comedic scene in front of them, and you can’t help but laugh along with them too, Haechan might have tried making fun of you, but you know Jeno would always be there to silence him for you, and honestly, you could get used to this life you share with Jeno.
SYNOPSYS. after filming the 5some with your friends for onlyfanz , you find yourself filming solo content with all of them , then feelings get involved.
PAIRINGS. bestfriend!haechan x fem!reader , bestfriend!jaemin x fem!reader ft. the rest of dream , itzy yuna , aespa ningning
GENRE. college au, camgirl au, smau, smut, humour, fluff, angst
𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖊: Ser uma idol pela SM é saber que caso seu grupo tenha sucesso com suas promoções, terá a chance de se apresentar no tão comentado festival próprio: "SM Town" - o que felizmente é o seu caso. Os shows do evento são únicos! Cada grupo tem uma tracklist especial, stages diferentes, oportunidade de colaborações novas, e o que é negligenciado pelo twitter...as novas amizades feitas nos bastidores. Alguns artistas já possuem suas próprias relações complicadas, e você está prestes a iniciar e talvez se complicar com uma amizade bem conhecida. Jeno e Jaemin que inconscientemente se aproximam da mais nova queridinha da empresa, e são surpreendidos com uma saborosa proposta de dobradinha.
𝕬𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖘: Pornô com muuito puco plot; Jeno é mais dominante e Jaemin é mais submisso, enquanto a leitora é meio brat com o Jeno e dominante com Jaemin; linguagem incrivelmente imprópria; sexo vaginal; sexo sem proteção (pessoas bonitas e não ficcionais usam proteção!!); penetração dupla; me avisem se esqueci alguma coisa;
𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗: @uzmacchiato
𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖆: Oii gente, tudo bem? Demorei tanto tempo pra terminar isso aqui que chega a ser ridiculo! Maaaas espero que gostem mesmo assim, assim como também espero conseguir trazer mais coisas por aqui, já que estou de férias por alguns dias. Aproveitem a história :)
𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖆²: A inspiração veio desse vídeo esse aqui: 💌 e um tantinho da interação dos três de "challengers" (aí Carol mas você já viu o filme? Não. Mas vem com a mãe que dá bom 🙂↕️)
Ser idol da Sm assim como muitos dos amigos que fez durante anos da indústria, e participar da SmTown se mostra cada vez mais divertido. O que você quase não imaginava antes de ntrar para a industria, é que os bastidores são ainda mais divertidos que palcos!
Entre uma performance e outra, as entradas e saídas de grupos e stages, Na Jaemin se aproximou de você enquanto esperava junto a Seulgi a sua vez de retornar para uma apresentação. Ele mantinha um lindo sorriso no rosto, do tipo que faz todas as garotas derreterem, e você, é claro uma delas.
"Sabe, eu sei que a gente só começou a se falar recentemente, mas eu acho que agente tem muita coisa em comum... o que acha da gente se ver essa noite? Sabe, conversar e se conhecer um pouco mais... ver um filme..."
Pode ter sido o tom de voz, a mão delicada afastando uma mecha do seu cabelo do rosto, o sorriso enquanto olhava para seus lábios, ou a sugestão de um filme , mas algo dentro de você te diziam que as suas intenções não eram tão inocentes quanto pareciam, não que isso te incomodava, mas o que te pegou de surpresa foi o primeiro e único Lee Jeno se aproximou de você não muito depois, com o mesmo discurso, mas com uma abordagem bem diferente de Jaemin:
O moreno se aproveitou da diferença de altura entre vocês dois, e abusou da desculpa de "muito barulho" para poder falar bem mais perto de você, colando ambos os corpos, e colocando a mão na sua cintura, no momento de propor uma noite tranquila.
E quem pode te julgar? Você é apenas uma garota, afinal! Uma garota sendo encarada por um Jaemin e por um Jeno extremamente confusos na sua porta de hotel.
" S/n eu acho que você não entendeu..." Jeno começa a falar, uma vez que os dois entram. Ambos parados te observando, enquanto você sorri ao se sentar na ponta da cama.
"Ah não eu entendi, entendi muito bem aliás!" Seu sorriso aumenta ainda mais, com sua clara diversão á perplexidade visível nos dois rostos "Eu só pensei, como vocês queriam uma noite comigo" aponta para si "e eu queria uma noite com vocês" fez o sinal de dois apontando para os morenos "porque não juntar o útil ao... agradavel?!"
Jeno e Jaemin ficam estáticos te observando. As palavras e a situação fazendo download em seus cérebros. Não importa oque tinham imaginado para essa noite, um ménage a trois definitivamente não estava na lista!
Sim, os dois eram melhores amigos e confiariam suas vidas um ao outro e há uma certeza implícita que se fariam um sexo a três, seria um com o outro, mas hoje? Não estavam preparados mentalmente para tal!
Mas seria tão ruim assim? Os dois definitivamente te acham gostosa, ou não teriam feito tal proposta, muito menos estariam no seu quarto, te encarando, ponderando...até de mais.
O primeiro a tomar iniciativa é Jaemin. O rapaz de cabelos cobres foi até a sua direção em passos decididos, e quando está a sua frente, segura seu rosto levando seu rosto em sua própria direção, colando ambos os lábios. Primeiro Na apenas encosta lábio com lábio, testando qual seria sua reação, e se você falava sério. Quando viu como suas pupilas dilataram, e soltou um grunido baixo, Jaemin passou a beija-la, muito mais necessitado. O rapaz buscava por seus lábios gemendo e aproveitando o gosto do seu gloss.
No momento em que você levou uma de suas mãos para sua nuca, onde começou a brincar com os cabelos ali, Jaemin se rendeu sentindo os joelhos vacilarem, e ele praticamente cair ajoelhado a seus pés;
" Tão bonito..." você murmura contra os lábios carnudos e agora brilhantes do rapaz. "Tão gostoso..." depois de muito custo se afasta do beijo, percebendo a posição de Jaemin te fez sorrir, afinal não imaginava que ele seria do tipo submisso como estava se mostrando. Segura o rosto dele, e começa a distribuir bejinhos pelo rosto macio;
Quando sua boca chega no pescoço do moreno, continuou a distribuir beijos, com lambidas mordidas e muitos elogios , respondidos com arqueijos, e as grandes mãos nas suas coxas a apertavam, fazendo seu desejo aumenta cada vez mais causando arrepios por todo seu corpo.
Você segura o rosto do rapaz com ambas as mãos, amando a forma como ele parecia te adorar com o olhar, as pupilas dilatadas, ou respiração ofegante, ao olhar passeando por todo seu rosto.
"Você vai ser um bom garoto pra mim Jaemin-shi?" Sorri acariciando a bochecha do rapaz, que inclina o rosto contra seu toque te satisfazendo "Tudo bem, porque não me mostra o quanto me quer, hum?"
Jaemin se levanta te puxando junto. Os lábios do rapaz voltam a devorar os seus, desesperado. Na usa suas mãos fortes para te segurar contra ele, te fazendo sentir a ereção contra sua barriga. O jeito como ele te prendia, o permitia apertar tudo o que conseguia alcançar : sua cintura, sua bunda, suas coxas.
Jaemim encontra seu lugar sensível abaixo da orelha, te fazendo gemer de surpresa, som que o moreno jurou ser o paraíso. Começando a ficar impaciente, você se afasta, apenas o suficiente para ele reclamar, se você conseguir se livrar da camiseta que ele vestia, e da sua também.
"Porra!" Na murmura maravilhado com a visão dos seus seios cobertos pelo sutiã preto, perfeitos para ele. Sem hesitar Jaemin começa a deixar beijos e mordidas no pele que a peça não cobria, aproveitando para os palpar, tirando o ar dos seus pulmões. Enquanto isso, Você usa a meia nudez do rapaz para passar os seus dedos sob esse abdomem tão perfeitamente esculpido. Jaemin encontrou o paraiso nos seus seios, se livrando do sutiã que o impedia de se aproveitar como bem queria.
De repente o ar é roubado dos seus pulmões em surpresa, quando sua cabeça é puxada para trás com um delicioso puxão de cabelo, que a arrepia e a faz revirar os olhos gemendo;
" Vou te contar umas coisinhas docinho, " Jeno segurava seu cabelo firme em sua mão esquerda, com o feição dura te observando com pupilas dilatadas. com a mão direita ele segura seu rosto pelo maxilar a obrigando a manter seu rosto no lugar, já que insistia em se mexer porque Jaemin continuava com seu peito na mão e boca "Não gosto de ser enganado, muito menos ignorado. "
Ele se surpreende com o tamanho do sorriso que abre "É? Acontece que não enganei ninguém , e não é minha culpa se jaemin - shi é um garoto tão bom!" A enfaze que dá nas últimas faz Jaemin gemer contra sua pele, te arrepiando.
"Você precisa aprender a ser menos vadia", a mão de Jeno puxa ainda mais seus cabelos para logo os soltar abrutamente "Jaemin tira o resto da roupa dela, e deita na cama"
Apesar da ordem partir do amigo, o mais novo olha para você em busca de aprovação, e só se mexe quando te vê concordando. Sem conseguir controlar o boca você solta: "Olha, parece que o nosso Jaemin prefere a mim..." seu tom zombateiro e sobrancelha erguida fazem Jeno rir com escárnio e murmurar alguma coisa sobre Jae não ser propriedade dele "É... acho que vou manter ele só pra mim "
O mais novo que tinha acabado de te despir e estava prestes a se deitar é puxado para mais um beijo seu, apenas para salientar seu ponto, e provocar os nervos de Lee.
"Eu disse que podia beijar ele agora?" Jeno separa os dois por ambas as nucas, ouvindo gemidos dos dois lados.
" Você não manda em mim " Tenta argumentar Jeno lambe sua boca e fala contra a mesma: " hoje eu mando, docinho"
Jeno sorri trazendo um arrepio a sua coluna, ansiosa pelo o que ele será capaz. O moreno faz Jaemin se deitar no cama, os pés na direção da cabeceira. Seu plano inicial era aproveitar a boca faminta de Jaemmin para o auxiliar, mas já que ele claramente obedeceria apenas você, encontrou outra forma de torturar os dois: Você foi colocada sentada no abdomem definido de Na, sentindo a definição do musculo te estimular deliciosamente. O tal rapaz geme, segurando sua cintura, a movendo lentamente em cima do próprio corpo;
"É claro que você ia gostar ..." Jeno murmura, mas você não sabe pra quem exatamente, ja que tanto voce quanto Jaemin tinham sorrisos largos no rosto. O mais velho segura seu pescoço, apertando firme, tirando o ar dos seus pulmões. "Você vai me deixar foder essa garganta linda" ele diz próximo ao seu rosto, e só então você percebe que Lee se despiu por completo, o corpo parecendo que foi esculpido por um Deus grego, te dando águia na boca, "E você " o moreno se abaixa para falar com Jaemin " Não vai gozar agora."
Jeno te puxa, trazendo sua cabeça na altura da sua pélvis. O membro do rapaz estava completamente duro. Você observa com olhos famintos ele se acariciar, espalhando pré-gozo por toda sua longa dimensão, e você já começa a pensar em uma desculpa para uma possível perca de vez no show de amanhã.
Lee ama ver como o seu olhar exala desespero para o abocanhar, e te tortura um pouco mais, segurando seu falo dando leves batidas contra sua bochecha, primeiro do lado direito, depois do esquerdo, observando como sua respiração fica desnivelada.
"Chupa" Jeno ordena segurando o próprio membro a frente do seu rosto , recebendo um sorriso satisfeito seu antes de finalmente o colocar na boca, e porra! Quando coloca o pênis de Jeno na boca, começa com a cabeça inchada e brilhante, sentindo seu gosto almiscarado. Passando a preencher sua boca com o que conseguia do membro, gemendo e ouvindo o moreno soltar um som baixo, mas grutal.
Ficando sem paciência, Lee gira seu cabelo no pulso, transformando um rabo de cavalo, e com um breve aviso, o moreno começa a se mover, primeiro lentamente para testar como você se comporta. Quando ele sente você relaxar mais o maxilar, perde o controle e assume uma velocidade muito mais rápida e acertiva.
Jaemin por outro lado começa a se sentir negligenciado e torturado, tendo o seu corpo deliciosamente em cima do seu, sentido seu calor emanar para ele, mas sem poder fazer muito além de ouvir seus gemidos enquanto Jeno fode sua boca e garganta tomando toda sua atenção. Conforme você era movimentada pelo outro rapaz, tanto Na quanto você sentiam seu centro contra o abdômen sarado, sendo constantemente estimulada, tendo sua excitação melecar toda a pele branca. Cansado o mais novo leva um de seus seios até a boca, brincando com o mamilo, enquanto o outro recebe a atenção da sua mão.
Sendo estimulada intensamente por Jaemin e suas habilidades, e o membro delicioso de Jeno na boca, você começa a gemer sem se preocupar com seu volume, e sem perceber Jaemin começa a gemer junto, o que te incita mais.
Enquanto Jeno foca em como o próprio pau desaparece na sua boca, suas bochechas ficam ruborizadas, e seus olhos enchem de lágrimas, jaemin sorrateiramente se livra de seus jeans e cueca. Você sente o membro do mais novo encaixar entre na sua bunda, mas sem te penetrar, apenas aproveitando a movimentação que fazia para o estimular.
Jeno percebeu que tinha algo de errado, quando os gemidos de Jaemin começaram a ficar mais altos que os seus. Tirando seu rosto da própria pélvis, ele olha incrédulo para Jaemin, enquanto você ri fascinada com a situação.
"Tudo bem, tudo bem...querem me desobedecer? Sem problema..."
Jeno reclama segurando a ponte do nariz perfeito, enquanto você se defende "Hey! Eu não fiz nada!"
"Não, mas deixou ele se aproveitar. Agora deita pra la" o moreno manda e você obedece rolando os olhos, mas fazendo mesmo assim, pois nada te faria parar essa noite.
Quando se deita confortavelmente nos travesseiros, Jeno a faz apoiar os pés no colchão e abre suas pernas, a expondo para os dois, fazendo um leve rubor subir as bochechas. O mais velho manda Jaemin te chupar, como se tivesse o informando que o jantar está pronto. E Jaemin parceria faminto;
Na se colou em seu centro, colocando suas pernas em cimo dos próprios ombros, abraço sua cintura, o que te impossibilita de se mover.
No exato momento em que a hora do rapaz entra em contato com a sua intimidade, ele o faz com ânsia, lambendo sua boceta enquanto murmura coisas desconexas. Automaticamente você suas mãos vão para a cabeça de Jaemin, tentando o afastar mesmo que levemente, mas Jeno te impede, pegando-as e prendendo seus pulsos cima da cabeça, enquanto sorri para você, acariciando sua bochecha
"Você não queria seu bom garoto? Agora você vai ver que precisa ter muito cuidado com o que anda desejando, meu amor"
Seu olhar vai do moreno para o mais novo. Jaemin que parecia estar levemente distraido pela breve conversa, sorri quando seus olhos voltam para ele. Você percebe o quão fodida está, quando o olhar de Na se torna obscuro e ele se arruma na cama, te levando junto.
Na posição atual, você estava deitada com os pulsos presos por Jeno, enquanto Jaemin estava sentado apoiado nas próprias pernas, com a boca agarrada na sua intimidade. O rapaz usava a língua para te sabaroear, enquanto o nariz te proporcionava prazer, estimulando seu clitóris. O jeito com que ele te olhava, te excitava ainda mais, te fazendo entrar em um transe de prazer.
"Olha só, finalmente a nossa bonequinha ficou sem retrucar!" Jeno solta uma risada, aproximando o rosto do seu e finalmente pela primeira vez na noite ele te beija, engolindo seus gemidos altos.
Jaemin que não gosta de ter sua atenção roubada pelo amigo, passa a dar atenção exclusive ao seu clitóris, fazendo movimentos circulares e precisos. Surpresa, com a onda mais forte de prazer, não consegue mais beijar Jeno, gemendo muito mais alto, e ficando completamente sem ar, deixando o moreno o confuso, até o momento em que gemeu o nome de Na.
"J-jaemin...porra..." você tenta falar algo, pedir pra ele parar, mas não consegue, o escutando apenas murmurar deliciado com seu gosto. Na começa a murmurar "doce...", "gostosa", "perfeita" era o que todos no quarto escutavam.
O prazer que Jaemin estava te proporcionando era tanto, que mal conseguia falar, apenas gemer, e erguer a coluna do colchão. O moreno estava seduzido por suas expressões, mostrando o quão fodida está. O sorriso de Lee poderia te enganar se não fosse a situação, o seu toque? Tão suave como uma pluma passando por suas bochechas e seios, enrijecendo seus mamilos.
"Se eu soubesse que era só isso que precisaria pra te calar, teria feito assim que abriu essa boquinha linda!" Sussurra no seu ouvido, fazendo seus olhos rolarem, e você bem que gostaria de retrucar, mas seu clímax estava bem próximo, então sua única reação foi tentar mais uma vez desvencilhar-se do agarro de Jeno, se contorcendo sem sucesso. "Ela tá perto, faz ela gozar, Jaem" ele manda.
A última coisa que escuta antes de seu corpo convulcionar, é Na Jaemin grunhir te agarrando muito mais forte contra o próprio rosto. Jeno precisa repreender Jaemin com o olhar para o rapaz finalmente deixar seu corpo cair na cama. Ambos te observam em seu estado pós orgasmo, sua pele brilhando com o suor, o peito subindo e descendo tentando organizar sua respiração, os olhos fechados em puro deleite.
Abrindo os olhos, você os encontra ali, te encarando, e jura que poderia gozar novamente só de ver o rosto de Jaemin: pupilas dilatas, o rosto brilhando com sua lubrificação formando uma barba brilhosa. Usando a pouca força que tinha, você se senta na cama, esticando a mão para tocar o rosto do mais novo, sorrindo mancinha, "Tão lindo..." Jaem não só sorri contra sua palma, como também se deita sobre você, te beijando, de modo doce, te arrepiando da cabeça aos pés.
"De novo, não gosto de ser deixado de lado!" Jeno reclama, te surpreendendo quando ele encaixa a boca entre você e Jaemin, em um beijo triplo. Os dois mal percebem quando você se afasta lentamente do ósculo, fazendo com que as bocas masculinas se explorem por alguns segundos bem na sua frente.
"Assim eu vou ficar com ciumes" sua voz soa em meio ao som do beijo, claramente zombando com a cara dos dois, Jeno e Jaemin se separam em de supetão, enquanto você ri da cara dos dois que ficam vermelhos, "Ah, não façam assim, ainda preciso de vocês pra me foder..." faz biquinho e segura ambos os rostos, aproximando os três "juntos" e finaliza a frase com uma lambidas em ambas as bocas.
"Acho que Jaemin não fez um bom trabalho se já está falando tão sujo assim "Jeno provoca ao passo que o amigo responde "se você fosse tão bom fodendo a boca dela, não ia nem precisar de mim"
"Chega! Chega!" Separa os dois se ajoelhando na cama, manda Jaemin se deitar na cama novamente, o que ele só faz após deixar um beijo provocador em você. No momento em que ia se deitar em cima do corpo de Na, Jeno lança um tapa forte em uma das suas nádegas, estalando alto no quarto, e te fazendo gemer alto, jogando a bunda em direção do moreno automaticamente. "Não, não, ele já teve a diversão dele. Agora você vai me olhar enquanto a gente te fode." Você rola os olhos, mas dá um selinho no rapaz.
Obriga Jeno se sentar, juntando ambos os pênis, os masturbar juntos, ouvindo os dois gemerem em uníssono, Jaemin com um jeitinho mais necessitado que Jeno que soa mais rouco, como se estivesse se segurando. Sorrindo você se aproxima do ouvido de Jeno sussurrando "Por que não me deixa te ouvir melhor?" Aproveita da brecha para beijar e morder o pescoço dele, mantendo o movimento lânguido das mãos.
"Por que eu não sou patético" Jeno retruca te puxando pelos cabelos da nuca, e levando seu rosto para um beijo sujo e molhado. Mesmo rolando os olhos, você sorri, e o provoca mais uma vez: "mas eu gosto tanto dos patéticos...não é Jaem?!"
Em resposta o mais novo te responde com um choramingo necessitado. Você leva o pau dele a boca, sentindo o gosto do pré gozo que já melecava sua mão. Enquanto mantinha o ritmo lento na masturbacao de Jeno, focou sua atenção no membro de Jaemin que já estava vermelho e vazando pré-gozo, seu pau enchendo sua boca. "Porra, sua boca é tão quente." ele gemeu, sua cabeça balançando para cima e para baixo.
Você murmura, as vibrações da sua boca doce fizeram os quadris de Jaemin se erguerem, seu pau batendo no fundo da sua garganta. "Ah, porra!" ele jogou a cabeça para trás, no prazer da sua boca quente. Jaemin não conseguia falar nada, apenas te olhar, e ver que causou isso para si mesmo. Ele agarrou a parte de trás da sua cabeça, guiando sua cabeça, empurrando você mais para baixo em seu comprimento. "Porra! Ela tem uma boca tão gostosa, não é?" Ele comenta se direcionando a Jeno, quando você começa a deixar beijos na coxa dele, mas Lee apenas murmura algo nada feliz, mesmo que tivesse com seus dedos te penetrando, sentindo o quão molhada estava, e se aproveitando para tirar uma casquinha de você.
Após o que pareceu uma eternidade, você se levanta deixando ambos os membros próximos à sua entrada. Você sabe o que quer, mas também sabe que não será fácil ter os dois paus consideravelmente grossos e grandes dentro de si, então para tomar coragem, brinca com os dois, fazendo movimentos de vai e vem com eles, e estimulando seu clitóris com o pau de Jeno.
Finalmente começa a sentar em ambos os membros, lentamente. Torturosamente lento. Os sons do quarto foram substituídos de gemidos altos e clamações de nomes, agora só escutavam suas próprias respirações, todas entrecortadas. Para os meninos por que nunca se sentiram ser tão apertados por alguém, e você por que nunca foi tão preenchida antes.
Quando conseguiu colocar os dois de vez, precisou parar por alguns instantes, o que os dois agradeceram internamente ou então teriam gozado na hora. Lentamente Jaemin se sentou melhor, arrancando arfadas e gemidos seus, já que o sentia dentro de si.
"Você é tão boa, meu amor!" Ele murmura em seu ouvido, tirando seus cabelos molhados do seu ombro e começou a dar beijos carinhosos pelo local, te causando arrepios, e fazendo com que você se derreta cada vez mais por ele. Na estava fazendo um excelente trabalho te distraindo que mal registra suas palavras: "Jeno por que não me ajuda a arruinar nossa bonequinha?"
E logo em seguida o moreno está a sua frente, deixando beijos do seu outro lado do corpo, em uma diferença quase brutal. Enquanto Na Jaemin te beijava docemente, falava coisas bonitas, e leves mordiscadas na sua pele, Lee Jeno te agarrava, mordia, deixava chupões e te chamava das piores coisas possíveis. Sua cabeça girava com tanto estímulo, que começou a rebolar lentamente, em busca de alívio, e lembrando na hora do motivo ao qual estavam tão próximos.
"Porra! Tá sentindo Jeno? Nosso brinquedinho está ficando ainda mais molhada..." Jaem comenta maravilhado. Ele te segura pela cintura, e se estivesse um pouco mais consciente teria percebido que eles claramente planejavam algo.
Jeno e Jaemin começam a estocar juntos, e você quase cai pra trás, se ambos não tivessem te segurando, e se não tivesse o próprio corpo de Jaemin atrás de você. Seus gemidos são mais altos ainda, e finalmente consegue escutar os gemidos de Jeno, no seu ouvido, grutais, mas ainda sim controlado. Jaemin por outro lado, gemia alto, rouco, mas sem vergonha nenhuma.
Os dois estocavam fundo, te fazendo sentir cada um deles, em todo lugar. Mãos, lábios, dedos, pênis, Jaemin, Jeno, Jaemin, Jeno...
"Go...go...eu vou..." tentou avisar que ia gozar, e os dois pararam. Você os olha confusa, e Jeno puxa seu rosto para o dele e murmura: "já que inventou da gente fazer isso juntos, vamos gozar juntos, querida" e te beijou, mas surpreendentemente não foi como os beijos que te deu a noite toda, foi mais um ósculo calmo, sedutor.
Eles voltaram a se movimentar, dessa vez mais firmes e fundos. Jaemin te puxou pela nuca, te beijando apressado, e chupando sua língua de um jeito erótico. Você se tornou apenas uma bonequinha nas mãos dos dois, conforme Jaemin controlava sua boca e brincava com um de seus mamilos, Lee estimulava o outro, e estimulava seu clitóris.
Sentiu o nó no estômago mais uma vez, e se contorcia em prazer, mas dessa vez ninguém parou, apenas seguiu o mesmo ritmo, alternando em diferentes estímulos.
Finalmente gozou, sentindo os espamos tomarem conta de seu corpo, e mal captou quando os dois gozaram também, seus líquidos te preenchendo violentamente. Você deve ter apagado ppr algum tempo, pois quando acordou, piscando, estava deitada, com um lençol sob seu corpo, e Jeno tirando seus cabelos do rosto.
"Olha só, ela tá viva!" O moreno brinca sorrindo, e Jamein surge de algum lugar da suíte. "Bem na hora, nosso Jaem preparou um banho pra você, vem!" Lee estende a mão pra você, e mesmo aceitando, no momento em que pisa no chão, sua perna vacila, te fazendo sentar na cama. "Tudo bem, acho que vou ter que te carregar"
E ele o faz.
Graças a Jaemin a água estava perfeita, com um cheiro incrível, te relaxando instantaneamente. Você olha para os dois rapazes no seu banheiro, e sorri para eles. "Não me digam que vão ficar estranhos" comenta atraindo sua atenção, mas ninguém comenta nada, então você muda minimamente de assunto.
"Vem cá...vocês acham que alguém ouviu a gente?" Indaga e Jeno sorri pegando o celular e se aproxima de você na banheira. Quando ele te mostra o grupo de mensagens, vê os membros do Dream comentando sobre alguém estar fazendo sexo muito alto, e arregala os olhos.
"É princesa, você definitivamente é uma performer" Lee sorri e te beija, como da última vez que beijou, te fazendo suspirar, e tentar o puxar para si. Aparentemente gosta muito dessa versão dele.
"Não se preocupe, nossos managers já estão cuidando disso" Na comenta olhando vocês dois, ele parecia estar se obrigando a ficar longe, mas não resistiu quando o chamou pelo dedo e uma carinha inocente. No momento em que ele se aproximou, você o beijou, do mesmo modo que beijou Jeno.
"Posso perguntar umas coisinhas de nada?" Fez beicinho e eles concordaram, você sorri "foi bom quando se beijaram?" Não conseguiu segurar a risada quando os viu ruborizar "Aaaah! Vou levar como um sim. Tudo bem, outra pergunta, quando vocês estavam dentro de mim, vocês se sentiram um contra o outro?" Jeno e Jaemin te encararam, os dois sérios, mas você não, se divertindo muito com eles, e querendo aliviar a tenção entre eles. "Vou levar como um sim também! Última pergunta, e atenção ela é a mais importante: fariam de novo? Comigo é claro" E foi no momento em que eles se entreolharam que viu: a resposta era sim pra tudo.
"Mas dessa vez, sem fazer a gente se beijar, por favor" Jeno comenta ficando de pé, e passando a mão pelo rosto. Ele soube no momento em que entrou no seu quarto, que ele estava nas suas mãos e faria qualquer coisa que o pedisse.
"E se eu pedir com jeitinho? Vocês se beijam?" Os dois viram seus olhos brilharem, e por algum motivo você ficar mais animada, mas os dois se recusam a te dar alguma resposta, que não sejam reclamações "Ah por favor! Foi tão quente! Tão insinuante! Me deu até mais tensão!..."
Jeno e Jaemin escutavam suas palavras enquanto tentavam não ligar para isso, por que no fundo, eles mesmo não tinham certeza de mais nada...
synopsis: knock knock! your favourite debatable group of friends are living on the same floor as you now! all u need to do is hope that they won’t burn the place down, should be easy enough… right?
pairing: nct 00’liners x reader (yangyang centric)
genre: social media au, college au, roommates/neighbours au, fluff, crack
warnings: swearing, jokes about murder, mentions of alcohol, jokes about demons/supernatural, (tba as the story goes on)
status: on hiatus
started: 7th April 2023
ended: tbd
update schedule: none. whenever i feel like it tbh
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note: no plot, just chaos. there are story arcs tho😄👍 just think of friends but nct ver! fun fact: most of these arcs are probs gonna be based off real scenarios in my life LMAO
⎯ meet the cast!
unit 142 | unit 143
SEASON ONE
arc i. exam season
⎯ the one where you failed your exam
ep 1: intrusive thoughts
ep 2: the saga of the plastic fork
ep 3: dooms day
ep 4: strawberry candy
ep 5: aftermath of the storm
ep 6: homewreckers
arc ii. the fire alarm
⎯ the one with the faulty fire alarm
ep 1: WDYM EVACUATE&$:&;&;?!
ep 2: calm ur tits ppl😭
ep 3: stupid
ep 4:
arc iii. the unwanted guest
⎯ the one where a certain person from the past comes back
arc iv. drunk shenanigans
⎯ the one where everyone got invited to way too many parties
Preview: “Gross Dad, why are you staring at my teacher like that?” Moon mimics a gagging sound of disgust. Latching onto the end of her fathers leather sleeve with a forceful tug. Having to distribute her weight around to make a small budge at the thick jacket. Inching down only a centimeter on her dads broad shoulders.
The Alpha sporting a languorous smile blinks sheepishly. Patting the top of her tangled hair to steer attention off his favorite piece of clothing. His fingers caught up in the results from an intense game of tag at lunch. “What do you mean by that pup?”
“You’re looking at her exactly like you used to stare at mom.” Moon broadcasts, swatting his hand away from her tender scalp.
“Moon!”
“Dad!”
Pairing: dilf alpha Jeno x female omega reader
Word Count: 8k+
Genre: modern a/b/o AU, single dad Jeno, pwp, fluff, some crack, M/F, good boy bad boy Jeno, one shot
Snacktime carries the scent of crisp citrus today. Orchestrated with eruptions of giggles and the telltale ‘yucky!’ as tangerine juices create a mess of the children’s snack area. Each pup knew better than to eat with hands full of paint by now.
All except for one.
Moon Lee’s cheeks were smeared with black watercolors in less than a minute's time. Reactivated by the sticky fruit juice forming stains all over her chin and cheeks. She chomped away mindlessly, filling her mouth up with the delicious treat. A disastrous vision explaining why non-toxic paints were more of a need than preference.
“Moon, why do we have hand washing stations short enough for student’s to reach if you won’t utilize them?” You can’t help but smile. Attempting to wipe away the mess from her cheeks with a dampened cloth. Earning a grimace from your student continuously chewing on her afternoon snack.
“My dad says it’s a waste of time since we just get dirty again after eating!” Moon announces with pride.
Well that is just terrible advice.
“Let’s get you cleaned up so the other kids can begin their duties alright?” You direct her to follow you over to the washing area. Crawling on your knees to stay by her side. Thank Goddess for foam mats spread across the floors to avoid any injuries.
“What’s your assigned role today Moon?” You ask, pumping some antibacterial soap in her held out hands. Checking the temperature of the water before her small bubbled fingers glide through.
“Art class.” she grumbles, throwing a stare across the room where one of the tables is covered in different supplies of paper, markers, and paint.
“Ah well, I suppose you will need to wash your hands again after that.”
Moon’s eyes widen, clearly struck with a thought. She smiles proudly showing off a top row of missing teeth. “I doubt it!”
Without drying off her hands, she shakes them off before hopping away. Leaving you with a confused expression.
“Days almost over.” Taeyong enters your classroom. Extending an arm out to help you stand up. The two of you make way to the front as your class follows their duty to begin cleaning before heading home.
Your spine cracks, stretching after chasing groups of toddlers around. Groaning with the realization that it’s only Tuesday.
“Yet I feel as if the day has just begun.” You whine. Leaning into Taeyong’s arm. “These kids can be more than a handful sometimes.”
“That one in particular is a rambunctious little one isn’t she.” Your coworker Taeyong rests against the podium at the front of your class. Nudging you off his dainty frame to do the same. Chin perched in hand watching as Moon directs 3 boys to clean up the art supplies she’d been assigned to organize today. “Has the scent of future Alpha all over her.”
“I’ve skimmed through her files, I mean, I had to after that incident when she pantsed Sunwoo right before I turned the lights back on at the end of naptime.” You recall, having stressed about the situation to Taeyong at the time. Moon had been too clever for her young age, she acted innocent as ever even after her classmate was adamant to accuse her. There was no way to prove her to be the culprit with the lights dimmed after all.
“Sunwoo’s the one she’s hovering behind right now right?” Taeyong notes, tipping his frames lower on the bridge of his nose. “Omega energy that boy has.”
“I think she may have a little tiny crush on him.” You settle closer to whisper. “He’s sort of become her lacky since that day. Moon never completes her daily tasks alone anymore. She’s a bit too cunning and witty already.”
“Why do you think that is? How can a five year old with an iphone already know how to outsmart an adult?” Taeyong wonders. Observing the way Moon cracks her metaphorical whip to order the boys around.
“Well, she is raised in a single-parent household.” You make sure to whisper, tapping the tip of your pen on the wooden podium. “She’s actually a year older than the rest of her schoolmates. Her Alpha father started her late, I couldn’t find the reason.”
“Raised by a single Alpha?” Taeyong repeats. Smirking as Moon stomps her foot angrily over construction paper stacked in a choppy manner. Her small finger directs two boys, scoffing a ‘Do I have to do everything myself?’.
“Yeah, that explains it.”
“Should I intervene?“ you ask. Calming when Sunwoo returns to straighten out the construction paper cubby, hiding a dimpled smile from Moon’s eyesight.
“No one stops principal Jung from ordering me around to pick up his coffee. I’m a first grade teacher and a food delivery driver.” Taeyong mutters sarcastically. “Life’s tough, she’s just preparing Sunwoo for the future.”
Moon was sure about one thing. Completely unscathed by any of the mess, her hands remained clean.
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“Teacher, my dad’s not here!” Moon tugs at your wrist gazing up with big worried eyes. Drawing you to lower yourself closer to her short stature.
“If he doesn’t show up within the next five minutes, I’ll call him up. How about that?” You reassure. Fixing the stray baby hairs that have been blown onto her cheeks from standing outside for too long.
Moon sulks, tapping the iphone screen clutched in her much too small hand. Noticing she has an even newer version than you, as well as no cracks on the screen.
“If dad’s running late, he always texts me!” She glowers. “He knows I have drum practice today!”
“Why don’t you call him up. I’ll wait here wi—“
A rumbling much too loud engine disrupts your speech. The sleek black motorcycle it comes from rips through the courtyard. Speeding past the playground closer to the entrance where you wait.
“Oh my goodness, Moon!” Panicking, you drop down to your knees, ready to shield the child with your body.
“Dad!!” Moon bounces free from your arms without hesitation. Having to grab a hold onto the concrete ground to not lose your balance and faceplant.
“Moon be careful!” You stand up quickly to chase after her, dusting your hands off on your thighs. The small girl skips up to the motorcycle, long hair lively around her head as she does with each step.
“Dad!” Moon shouts again to be heard over the loud engine. Folding her arms over her chest sternly. The man above her locking the bike in place. Shutting off the motorcycle, silence returning for the time being.
“Why are you late!” Moon scolds. The man above her steps over the bike. Helmet hiding his face with a dark shield you’d have to be close up to see into.
“Dad?” You murmur to yourself. From the leather scuffed boots leading up to skintight black jeans. A belt hung too low on his hips for any purpose other than show, there was no way this could be anyone’s father..
A deep sighed breath emits once his mouth is free of the helmet. Pulling the rest off, dark blue black hair shakes free. A fresh undercut hidden under the hairstyle messily ruined beneath the helmet. Lines shaved horizontally across both sides for an edgier impact.
You have to control the gasp ready to erupt from your lungs. Catching sight of the beauty mark just below the corner of his eye. Irises disappearing behind a smile, lost in the fan of thick dark eyelashes.
This was not just any man. This was cry baby Jeno Lee.
The Alpha that grew up on the wrong side of town. Known for causing chaos up and down Incheon with his group of punk friends that followed his every step.
“Ah Moon, I’m sorry.” Jeno’s voice is raspy, deeper than you recall. Hanging his helmet on the handle by its strap, he squats down to match Moon’s level much like you had. Palms covering the majority of her shoulders as he pouts. “Haircut appointment ran longer than I expected, forgive me?”
“Hmmph!” Moon stomps, slinging back an even poutier pout. Losing none of her assertiveness with her posture. “I can’t forgive you so easily dad! What are you going to buy me?”
The Alpha clicks his tongue with a smirk, shaking his head. “Taught you too well haven’t I?”
“You owe me dad!” Moon pokes her father’s chest with demand. “You had my teacher worried sick!”
Moon turns half body to gesture toward where you stand nearby foolishly eavesdropping in on the confrontation. The Alphas smile falters, meeting your gaze, moving to stand up abruptly and smooth out the much ill-fitted sleeves of his leather jacket. Appearing more painted on his body with each flex of his biceps rippling through the material.
“I’m so sorry. My apologies, I didn’t see you standing there.” He clears his throat. Voice coming out much smoother now, with a small hint of gravel.
“That’s alright!” You chirp. Reminding yourself to blink and not ogle one of your students’ fathers. No matter how much his pronounced bare chest peaking between his collar insisted on acquiring your attention. “It happens!”
“I’m normally early.” The Alpha steps forward. Moon clings to his leg with her two small feet pinched together on his boot. That explains the scuff marks. “I feel so embarrassed now, Moon speaks so highly of you whenever I pick her up.”
“Ah..” you can feel a heat rise up your nape, threatening to invade your cheeks and give away how shy you feel. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed of Mr. Lee. Moon is always a joy to be around.”
“Jeno.”
“Yes?”
“Call me Jeno.” He nods, leaving you breathless with a smile reaching his eyes.
“Of course.” With a tight smile, you wave toward Moon. “I believe someone has drum practice to get to! I won’t keep you any longer. A pleasure to meet you!”
Waving, you turn away sucking down a deep breath of air. Mentally reciting a prayer to not trip and fall on the way back inside to the school. Jeno’s intense gaze boils down your back, not helping your attempt to act graceful.
“Gross Dad, why are you staring at my teacher like that?” Moon mimics a gagging sound of disgust. Latching onto the end of her fathers leather sleeve with a forceful tug. Having to distribute her weight around to make a small budge at the thick jacket. Inching down only a centimeter on her dads broad shoulders.
The Alpha sporting a languorous smile blinks sheepishly. Patting the top of her tangled hair to steer attention off his favorite piece of clothing. His fingers caught up in the results from an intense game of tag at lunch. “What do you mean by that pup?”
“You’re looking at her exactly like you used to stare at mom.” Moon broadcasts, swatting his hand away from her tender scalp.
“Moon!”
“Dad!”
“Don’t..” Jeno makes to squat down again with a sigh. Taking a hold of his daughter’s arms with a serious expression. “Don’t repeat that okay?”
“Dad noooo..” Moon grimaces. Squeezing her fathers cheeks together until his eyebrows twist with confusion. “She’s my favorite teacher!”
“Moon, you’re only in the First grade.” Jeno shrugs. Kissing the inside of her palms as he moves her off. Standing back up to grab the child size helmet locked to one of his bike’s handles. “You’re going to have so many more teachers after this.”
A loud whine sounds, his daughter pummeling the sides of his thighs with slaps. Jeno laughs, hoisting her to sit on the bike. Thinking over to himself- you might be his favorite teacher as well.
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“Moon, what’s wrong?” Squatting down to match your student’s eye level, you notice her frustrated pout.
“My dad didn’t pack my lunch today!” She exclaims. Cheeks puffed out annoyed, tapping her phone's screen to light up with 0 new notifications. “He never forgets! and he isn’t answering me.”
“You’ve messaged him already?” You ask, recalling that Moon has never been a student to require any of the extra snacks stored for those whose parents had neglected to send them off to school properly. She always had bento boxes, stacks of snacks and juice boxes. A well balanced meal of protein, vegetables, and fruit. It had to be the first time you’d seen her without one of her fancy lunch boxes that many other student’s fawned over.
She nods, puffing her cheeks out in irritation. “We weren’t even rushing today, he even made my favorite breakfast smoothie.”
“I’m here!!” A deep voice bounces through the room. The leather jacket clad Alpha steps in carrying a lunch bag in hand. Arms outstretched, raising the tight leather up on his torso. Deep V defines his hips on full display to make you choke on your spit. Nothing but smooth milky flesh leading to what lies beneath jeans that seemed painted on his thighs.
“Dad!” Moon shouts, jumping up from her seat. Throttling her small body into the Alphas free arm hard enough to knock his breath away. “You forgot my lunch! I’m starving!”
“Ahh, the dramatics.” He laughs raspily. Squishing her beneath a large bicep flexing out. Eyelashes fan his cheekbones, falling shut in embrace with his daughter. Blinking up catching your stare suddenly. “Probably had your teacher worried sick again.”
“Is that why you didn’t pack my lunch?” Moon hisses, taking a step back with her hands clutched to her father’s shoulders. She kicks his shin, causing the Alpha’s eyes to widen, trying to bite back an embarrassing sound of pain.
“Moon!”
“Dad!” She rolls her eyes. Snatching her lunch away from him to join the other kids already halfway done with their packed meals.
The Alpha stands, straightening out his jacket pretending to ignore the dull throb his shin gives.
“Sorry about this.” He approaches you, shrugging. “I’m never this forgetful, honestly.”
“Should I call you if this ever happens again Mr. Lee?”
“Jeno.” He repeats himself from the day prior. “I told you, call me Jeno.”
“Jeno..yes, I remember.”
“If you don’t mind..” he glances at an expensive silver wrist watch. Hand flexed tight protruding veins up to his knuckles. “I’m running short on time before I have to head back to work. I’m going to eat with Moon for a bit.”
“Oh, of course by all means.” You point toward where the children eat, motioning for him to use the floor. “Space is minimal.”
“I’ll figure it out.” He winks unabashedly, tongue poking between his lips in a flirtatious manner. Striding to sit where Moon has begun separating the different snacks and packages set up for her.
The Alphas jeans are even more drool worthy from the back. Practically stuck to his skin, swearing you hear the fabric squeak as he walks if you listen close enough.
“Holy poop.” Taeyong begins to blubber upon entering your classroom. Nearly spilling the tray of coffee for two in his hands. He comes to stand at your side, gawking at the Alpha that’s sat at a table much too small for his size. In a plastic chair only able to carry half of his bottom. Moon in his lap being spoon fed her neatly packed soup.
“Who the hell is that?” Taeyong questions much too loudly.
You sigh motioning him to quiet down. Trying to not sound as lost in a daze as you feel. Quietly thanking Taeyong for providing you with coffee as you settle. “That would be Moon Lee’s father.”
Taeyong spatters, blowing too hard at the mug in hand. Causing some to trickle out and spill down his hand with a hiss. “You mean the single father??”
“That is exactly who I mean.” You state.
“Oh my Goddess, how are you not leaking slick everywhere?” Taeyong whispers. Covering his mouth as he speaks. The Alpha not sitting by close enough to catch any of your conversation, thankfully.
“By a pitiful prayer to the moon Goddess herself.” You clutch at your drink. Legs squeezed miserably shut after Jeno’s removed his leather jacket. Sporting a much too snug fitted black turtleneck. Abdominal muscles rippling beneath the material as he sat down. “May she not let me commit heinous sins.”
“I think the Goddess would have to agree with me.” Taeyong fans himself jokingly. “Some sins need to be committed.”
“You know what the worst part is?” You lean in closer to him. Licking your dry lower lip. Salivating at the mere memories of the Alpha that have taken over your mind since yesterday. Taeyong nods for you to continue, placing an open hand by his ear for you to speak into.
“Remember that one time after work, when you convinced me to spill my secrets?”
“You mean when you got hammered and confessed some undying teenage obsession with some bad boy Alpha back home?” Taeyong corrects in a sassy manor, cocking his hip. Rolling your eyes you place a finger on your lips to shush him, again.
“Yeah. That.” You shrivel, hunched over the podium, nudging your chin in Moon’s fathers direction. “That right there is my wet dream bad boy Alpha.”
Taeyong gasps, earning a few looks from the students. Returning them with a large toothy smile and wave to continue eating.
“Goddess, what are the chances one of your favorite students’ father— single father, is the same dude you lusted over and thought about when your dorky boyfriend couldn’t find your clit?”
“How is it I was the only one inebriated that night?” You grunt, shoving an elbow into your friend's side. “You remember way too many details about that story.”
“I can’t let you live down fantasizing about some Alpha with a nickname like Cry Baby.” Taeyong smirks, shifty eyed and wiggling his brows. “Can only imagine I’d be the one crying like a baby after he’s through with me.”
“Same.” You cringe admitting. “Guess I have to let that fantasy go now. Can’t possibly try to hookup with one of my students' parents.”
“And why not?” Taeyong appeals, huffing as he goes on. “There is no rule anywhere in the guidelines about that, and if there is, well I’m screwed.”
“You didn’t.” Now it’s your turn to splutter. Fixing your coworker with a look of shock.
“Oh I did, biggest Alpha I’ve ever taken too. Spring break, last year, we had an impromptu parent teacher conference. Let me tell you— I was the one begging for daddy that day.” He chides, finishing with a wink.
“How principal Jung hasn’t terminated you yet— especially after you crashed his tail light and my headlight all at once..”
“Hey! That’s unfair! My heat suppressants were wearing off.” Taeyong pouts, standing straight with a stomp as if he’s one of your students. “and Alpha Jaehyun smelled far too delicious.”
“You mean principal Jung..” you begin to correct Taeyong’s lack of formality. A palm raises to your face, halting you.
“He’s Alpha Jaehyun when slick leaks through my trousers at the mere sight of him.” Taeyong boasts.
“Get out of my classroom.”
“Fine, fine.” Taeyong scoffs, gathering his now gone cold coffee. “But I’ll tell you something, it’s strange that Moon’s father didn’t just leave her lunch in the main office. That’s what all my kids parents’ do.”
“I’m sure it’s just a mistake. He’s never done it before.”
Of course, it seemed like a common mistake.
Until it happened again, and again, and again.
The Alpha had inserted himself to be one of your students at this point. Infiltrating on Moon’s lunch time, leaving her frustrated with arms crossed over her chest that she couldn’t freely bother Sunwoo with her father around.
“Mr. Lee.. I mean, Jeno, I don’t know how appropriate it is for you to have lunch in our classroom everyday.” You bring up, following him out into the hallway before the last bell ending lunchtime rings.
“Ah, I’m not like this usually.” He blushes, rubbing at his nape. “I really never forget to pack Moon’s lunch.”
“Well I think five times in a row is a bit excessive.”
Jeno nods, snapping his fingers. “I think I know what it is.”
Here it comes, you brace yourself. Holding onto the doorknob behind your back. The Alpha smiling wide before you, sending your heart into a frenzy of flutters.
“I can’t get you off of my mind.” He taps his chin playfully. “I feel like..I feel like I’ve met you before?”
“Cry baby..” you say abruptly. Clenching your jaw tightly to not splutter in embarrassment. The Alpha’s eyes snap open, emitting a cute ‘ohh?’.
“Wow, no one calls me that anymore..” Jeno grins, waving his hand out. “Not since high school? Did w—“
“We didn’t go to school together..” you interrupt. “I went to the private all girl’s school up the street. Sister Mary Catherines.”
“The girlssssss school.” He snaps, waving his index finger as he remembers. “Plaid skirts. Yeah, I hung out in front of those guarded gates many days.”
“Yes. You had a motorcycle back then too.”
Jeno’s eyes sparkle, biting on his lower lip. Head tilting up unveiling more of his thick neck. “Did we ever?..”
“No!” You spew, covering your mouth in surprise. “I had a boyfriend!”
“Ah, that’s a shame.” The Alpha grins, stepping back to give you a look up and down. Walking backwards through the hall toward the exit. “What was I thinking? There’s no way I’d forget you.”
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It seems like a perfect setup when Jeno parks his bike right in front of your car. He’s squatted down, toying with the loose wire visible inside your shattered headlight.
“I’ve been meaning to get that fixed.” You shamefully admit. The Alpha standing up, fisting into the pocket of his notorious leather jacket.
“You can get pulled over for this, you know?” His head shakes, flicking out a business card.
“A car shop?”
“My car shop.” Jeno announces pridefully. He taps the card between your fingers. “There’s no way I can allow for my daughter's favorite teacher to drive around like this.”
“Ah, that’s sweet. I just don’t have much time.” You mumble off to change the topic. “Lee’s body shop? Surprised you didn’t go for Cry Baby’s car repair.”
“Ah, I told you, no one calls me that anymore.” Jeno says, bashfully playing with the hair at his nape. Maybe even blushing.
“How did you get that nickname anyway?” You wonder. Vividly reminiscing about your high school classmates sharing tales of hickeys Cry Baby Lee gave them after school.
Jeno’s mouth tweaks to the side in thought. A smirk playing on his lips. “You’ll find out.”
“What’s that supposed to mean??”
Jeno shrugs less than innocently, nodding to the card. “Stop by anytime. I’ll keep the shop open late for you.”
That’s how you find yourself, mouth watering, wiping away the drool ready to humiliate you from your lower lip. Stood in front of the opened up garage.
Jeno kept to his word and returned to the shop after dropping Moon off at drum practice. Standing alone in the garage of his business in nothing but a half worn uniform and sweat soaked wife beater. Nipples peeking through the now sheer material, stained at the front with fingerprints of dirt and oil.
Messy. Gives bad advice and is messy. Somehow none of this registered as a red flag. Left awestruck at the visual of black tattoos hiding the majority of one of the Alphas arms.
Of course he has tattoos, of course. A full sleeve of tattoos. A crescent moon at the top cascading down to various shaped stars and clouds, leading to a wolf facing up, ending at the start of his wrist. Mouth and snout howling up Jeno’s forearm to the painted sky.
“The moon calls to me every night,” Jeno breaks your thoughts. Following the intricate artwork up to his bicep. “and I protect her.”
“That’s…that’s really beautiful.” You stutter, covering your mouth to swallow. “How much do I owe you for this?” You ask urgently, beginning to open up your wallet. Terrified by the floodgates of slick ready to destroy your underwear.
The Alpha towels at his oily hands. Cleaning off residue of dirt from pressing his palms to the concrete floor. Nose scrunching as he shakes his head with a ‘no’.
“Don’t be silly, I offered to do this for you.”
“I have to pay you somehow.” You insist. The Alphas tongues prods at his cheek. Pushed out as he pretends to think over options.
“There is something I can accept as payment.” He shrugs. “Think of it more as balancing things out.”
“I’m scared to ask what that could be.”
“Nothing much.” Jeno whips out his phone, tapping the screen to unlock. “I’m free Saturday night, Moon will be sleeping over at her cousins after they go to Lotte World.”
“Are you suggesting we..” you start, anxiously mumbling. The Alpha hands his phone over to you with a blank text on display.
“There’s this new cafe..” Jeno nods to the phone. “Put in your number, I’ll pick you up after I close the shop and get cleaned up.”
“This isn’t a good idea..” you caution. Tapping in your number and shooting yourself a text even so.
“Good ideas are overrated.” Jeno declares. Eyebrows bouncing eagerly, taking a step closer to you. He dangles your keys by your face, teasing you to reach for them.
“W-what does that even mean?” You gulp, glancing down to stare at your feet. Jeno’s big black leather boots trumping your clean ergonomically equipped work shoes for the purpose of standing around all day as a glorified babysitter.
With a finger placed under your chin, the Alpha fixes your gaze on his confident face again. Expression softening upon catching your pupils shaking.
“Don’t you ever get tired of being good?” He wonders, thumb smoothing across the jut of your chin. “It’s boring, worrying about social constructs and moral obligations. Being good is overrated.”
“Being good is all I know..” you shyly confess.
Jeno’s hands find your forearm. Thumbs pressing down the center as he swoops lower toward your wrist. Shutting your fingers around the keys placed in your palm. “You have a lot to learn, teacher.”
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Being good is overrated, and Jeno’s determined to make that clear.
“I can’t get on that.” You shift foot to foot apprehensively. The Alpha continues to hold out a helmet for you despite the last 5 minutes spent trying to convince you to not worry.
“I’ve been riding bikes for years. I’m a pro, I promise!” Jeno exclaims.
He holds out his arms in response to the unimpressed look you give. “You’re telling me a six year old can ride on this everyday but you can’t?”
“I don’t approve of that either, I’ll have you know.” You complain. Snatching the helmet from the Alpha. Bottom lip jutting out rethinking how long you spent on your hair.
“Your hair looks beautiful by the way.” Jeno compliments, noticing the frustration that twists between your brows. “But it’s either wearing this helmet or risking your skull's chances.”
Sneering, you tug on the helmet. “That makes me feel so much better, Alpha.”
“I’m Alpha now?” Jeno chuckles, clicking the strap on your helmet to close. Engine revving to life when he feels your weight adjust into the space behind him. “Hold onto me.”
Silently, you rope his waist for dear life. Thankful for the helmet shield hiding your flush. It’s not as if you could differentiate calling for your Alpha anymore between restless nights with vivid images of tight jeans and a painted on crisp leather jacket. Only a matter of time before it slipped from your spit slick lips. Scandalously drooling from behind your podium for some semblance.
Your face buries between Jeno’s shoulder blades, desperate to whimper from the heat ripping between your bodies. The Alpha drives smoothly, somehow managing to miss every crack and bump along the streets. Opting to avoid the freeway to not freak you out further.
The ride to the cafe takes no longer than ten minutes. Jeno had reassured you repeatedly it would be no Daytona 500 race. ‘A simple bike ride. Live a little.’
Needless to say your hair fell completely flattened, short ride or not. Jeno continues to compliment you, noting that your pretty dress matches the theme of the cafe.
“Must be destiny.” He smiles cheesily. Holding open the door that sounds a bell chime upon entering. “Have a feeling this is going to be some of the best cake I’ve ever tasted.”
“Do you now, Alpha?” You inquire, standing in line. “Consider yourself a connoisseur of cakes perhaps?”
Jeno cocks a brow, lips pursed coyly. Smiling more with his eyes than his mouth.
“You like red velvet?” The Alpha asks brushing off the implication in your question. Tapping the glass case displaying many beautifully decorated sweets. More distracted by how pristine even his fingers looked in comparison. Filed and shaped, shining as if he’d rubbed in cuticle oil.
“Sounds yummy.”
“Good, we can share.” Jeno pays. Completely ignoring your attempt to shove your card to pay before he can. Even including a tip for the teenage boy behind the register with a cool ‘keep the change’.
The Alpha nods to an empty table hidden in a corner, dimly lit and spread too far away from the others around. Setting down your tray of fruit teas and cake, Jeno is quick to slide out the seat for you and scoot his chair closer to your side.
Everything moves along swimmingly. Jeno stringing the conversation along easily knowing the in’s and out’s of your classroom by now.
“I was worried at first about sending Moon to kindergarten.” Jeno begins to confess, playing with the last bits of crumbs on your shared plate. “Last year was really hard for us.”
“Why so?” You ask, working on the last spoonful of cake he insisted you eat.
“Moon’s mom.. it’s kind of long story.” Jeno trails off with a sigh, visibly gulping. “But I must say, she’s really fond of you. Everyday I hear about her lovely teacher.”
“Moon’s such a great kid honestly. You’re doing a great job raising her.” You let him know. Licking the last pieces of cake clean off your fork. Choosing to not push to hear more about Jeno’s last relationship. Snooping around Moon’s files made it explicitly clear as day, Jeno’s a single dad. That’s all that really matters.
“Thanks.” The Alpha smiles, motioning to your lower lip. “You got a little..”
Reaching toward your lip, Jeno swipes a clump of frosting that’s gathered at the corner of your mouth. Leaving you agape in surprise, opened up releasing a gasp. Tar black irises laze taking in your innocent expression. More wanton in his eyes than meant to be. Stroking the pad of his fingertip deeper in until he meets the tip of your tongue.
Licking at his lips, Jeno swallows the dryness that’s infiltrated his throat. Leaning in closer as his finger makes a pathway through, following the line down the center of your tongue. “A.. little.. frosting..”
The Alpha mumbles deliriously, widened eyes blink his way mindlessly. Strumming a heat down to the muscle between his thighs. Chubbing up thick and fat, skirting a look across the table to quickly imagine throwing you down. Taking you for all to see.
Weeks of cumulation and saddened attempts of poor flirting leading up to this. Holding back the crazed desire to ravage you, destroy the purity exuding around you everyday.
Lips shut around his finger cautiously, a small suck tugs at his nail. Sucking air between his teeth as you give it another try. Experimentally moving your head just enough to get his finger coated in a wad of spit. Up and down, lightly sucking at his digit with each gentle pull back. Dizzied in a trance watching your lips form a heart shaped pout around his finger.
Jeno curses under his breath, glancing around to ensure no one gets a free show. Against his will, he slides free from your lips. Dragging down to your chin, pressing in to catch your stuck out bottom lip between his. Suckling and nibbling as his spit drenched finger glides between your breasts. Snaking beneath the unbuttoned top of your dress to press down on your now hardened nipple.
“Told you it would be some of the best cake I’ve ever had.” Jeno murmurs against your mouth. Tongue flicking out to catch the tip of yours. Shoving forward, trapped between his teeth. The tip of his finger rolls on your pointed breast. Swallowing and pulling your tongue further out between your lips until you moan.
“Alpha..”
“That’s it, Alpha.” Jeno hisses inside your mouth. Hand drawing free to find refuge between your thighs. Met with slick splattered skin on skin. No doubt leaked onto the chair beneath you. He has to swallow down the growl trying to rip free, slapping your inner thigh with a splash. “Such a good girl aren’t you? Already dripping wet for Alpha.”
All you can do is nod. Chest scattered with heat and prickles of goosebumps as Jeno collects your soaked underwear. Choked tightly in a fist as he rips them off to the side. Palming your cunt with a muttered ‘fuck’.
“How are you this wet already? Haven’t even fucked you yet, is that how badly you want it?” The Alpha rasps. Cleaning up the abundance of slick leaking out of your folds. Enough to wring out your underwear and form a puddle. A reminder of every wet dream inspired by Jeno.
“I’m gonna eat your pussy.” He states flatly. Fingers pressing around your clit teasingly. Smirking wolfishly, showing off perfectly aligned white teeth.
“Not here..not here.” You plead. Receiving a pinching hold around your folds. Labia clenched tightly between Jeno’s strong fingers. Clit engorged and poked out, begging to be rubbed good enough to get you off.
“Don’t want Alpha to fuck you right here? Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to now?” Jeno says, full of confidence. Digits lowering between the mortifying amount of slick flowing from your entrance. A mess, an absolute mess. “Let everyone see how good Alpha eats your pussy? Don’t you want that?”
“N-no…Alpha. H-here, no-not here.”
“Gonna let me take you home? Show you how my good Omega deserves to be fucked?” Jeno’s breath fans hot across your mouth. Pulsing around three fingers seething their way inside. He thrusts fast, forearm flexed in a quick jerk. Thumb smashing down on your clit with a mean rub. “Show me how pretty my Omega’s pussy looks after I fucking ruin it?”
“Y-yes, yes, yes!” You choke. Palm flattening on the table, tugging the cloth between fingers to reign your sanity. Climax hitting hard with Jeno’s thumb working magically. Rubbing your hardened clit into a frenzy of numbed stimulation. Spiraling out like electric waves of shock.
Strings of slick stick Jeno’s fingers together. Drawn out slowly, lapping up the sloppy aftermath from between his digits with a dark gaze locked on you. “We’re leaving.”
The ride home moves faster than the one before. Jeno wasting no time to race down the streets with your arms clutched around his trim waist. The first to jump from his bike once the brakes in place. Manhandling you off with ease, prepared to fall to his knees and start where you left off.
“Alpha, not here, please. I can’t.” You squirm, ass pushed to sit against the seat of Jeno’s bike. With a condescending ‘shh shh shh’ he taps your lips, head slowly shaking side to side.
“Good girls always can.” The Alpha quips. Smirk reaching one side of his mouth. “Are you my good girl?”
“Yes Alpha..”
“Then keep your eyes on me,” Jeno directs, jeans rustling beneath his knees as he bends to sit on them. The bottom of your dress folded up to show off the panties he’s destroyed. “and sit on my face.”
Jeno’s large palms spread on your ass, grip sinking in torturously. Gaze stuck on you as his mouth parts, jaw locking at the pull. Focused on the torn expression of unabiding arousal defeating your moral instinct. Growling with each lap and pointed roll of his tongue delivered to your clit.
Mouth hung open guzzling down the globs of wetness that won’t stop, Jeno growls ferociously. Nails dig into your fleshy bottom, bouncing you in his grasp. Licking and sucking you to the point of oversensitivity, having to hold onto the back of his brawny neck to stay grounded.
“Tastes like my pussy already.” Jeno mumbles, eliciting a rumble of tremors up your torso. Tingling with the vibrations of his muffled words. The possession ingrained in each syllable is enough to have you on your toes.
“A-alph—…s-stop!” You whine, contorting to bend forward and ride the last bits of high against his tongue. Jeno’s eyes are fiery, full of brazen desire to mark, claim. Eat you alive. “H-hurts! Ah!”
A dull throb hits, squirting out an explosion of slick. Enough to leave Jeno’s chin bathed in wetness like he got caught in a rainstorm. Left hiccuping through another orgasm cracking like lightning throughout your body. The Alpha could care less, unrelenting with the drag of his tongue. Vacuuming your release with a lewd suck, cleaning your pussy until it looks brand new. Ready to be used again and again.
It’s easy to maneuver you inside. Jeno kicking through the doors with arms full of your slackened figure. Feet dragging as you’re carried to his bedroom. Whimpering with your legs shutting on instinct where you lay.
“Still so shy, even with your pussy juices dripping down my throat.” Jeno licks his lips. Leather jacket coming off, thumbing the fitted black v-neck off in one quick motion. Tattoos blending in with the darkness filling his bedroom. More like shadows dancing across his skin under moonlight rivering its way past opened windows.
“I think this will help you relax.” Jeno reassures you, slipping a sash over your eyes. For the most part everything turns dark, the figure in front of you mostly obscured by the thin sheer material. It eases your racing heart, swallowing shallow breaths at a regulated pace.
“Do you want me to keep going?” Jeno asks with a gentle kiss placed at the center of your chest. He waits for the slight nod your chin gives, throat lodged tight with anticipation. Lips press against your pounding heart timing his breath with the speed your chest rises and falls at. Jeno’s scent has consumed yours, taken over by desire for the Alpha to take over.
Entering Jeno’s bedroom already had your knees weak. Wall to wall drenched in his natural aroma that carries traces of earth. While the Alpha had smelled of motor oil and musk the last time you were this close, his natural aroma was much more fresh. Masculine and sharp, cutting through the garden of your floral scent. Dress removed with a few loosened buttons as he leads you to the bed.
Everything about Jeno reflected strength, pure blood Alpha demanding everyone’s attention with his presence alone. His scent a reminder of the power an Alpha can hold over you.
His secret would surprise you in more than one way.
“Don’t hide from me.” Jeno pushes your thighs apart. Palms splayed flat, inhaling the assault of sex ridden slick permeating. Squelching heady and filthy, ready for the taking. “Pretty pussy all mine now.”
The button on his jeans nearly rips. Jeno kicks off his bottoms with practiced speed. The veins trailing up and down his cock pumping blood at a high rate. Filling his dick to full mass. Leaving you with gaped mouth as he shifts on his knees. Cock standing hard, weeping out at the tip miserably.
The Alphas hips rock down against yours, cock slotting between your swollen folds. Heartbeat beating around his length where he glides, gathering up the slick that’s made an insanely wet mess on his bed. Jeno pins your shoulders down, lips crashing against yours, catching all the breathless swallows you take. Choking from the suction he gives your tongue. Coughing spit out around his forceful mouth taking reign.
“Tell me what you want, good girls know how to ask.” Jeno explicitly states. Words burn a way up your gut, boiling to the top until you writhe beneath him just enough for the tip of his cock to snag at your entrance.
“Ah! Alpha! Please.. need it. Need to feel it!”
“Feel what?” Jeno spits, butt clenched to resist fucking his way inside in one go. Cock head shaking where it stays rubber banded in your unrelenting grip.
“Please..Alpha, knot me.” You whimper, neck arching back with scream. Convulsing up to meet Jeno’s hips rushing forward. Cock shaping a way deep inside your cunt with one expert thrust.
“Just had to ask.” Jeno says, wrapping his palm around your nape for leverage. Using the hold to keep your upper back lifted. He thrusts in and out easily. Met with obstruction with two last inches trying to shove their way through. He grunts, hips circling, folds sucking around his cock menacingly. “So fucking tight. So warm. Wet, so fucking wet.”
Jeno, refusing to give up, reaches between your torsos, pinching your clit between two fingers. Hitting every nerve until a gush of slick spills out covering his balls dripping like honey.
“Look so good taking all of me. So good, the best Omega pussy.” Jeno’s near incoherent. Groaning as he fills you to the hilt. Cock head kissing your cervix finally, sending a jolt of renewed vigor up his spine. Gliding back enough to catch sight of pre-cum oozing from his slit, Jeno fucks with determination. Hitting harder and faster, madly plunging in and out. Lost to the clap and squish emitting between your sweating figures.
“Yes, ugh! Al-alpha!” Words get lost between your moans. Screaming out with a high arch in your spine. Jeno grabs onto your hips pulling you down on his length to match the pace of his thrusts. Fucking up hard enough for his balls to smack against the dip between your ass. Threads of creamy slick connecting your lower halves disgustingly. Sticky and wet everywhere.
“Yes! Keep going! Pussy wrapped so tight around me.” Jeno slams forward, lifting your lower back from the bed. Pistoning his hips to a drilling pace, bouncing up the bed under his powerful merciless thrusts. “Gonna make me cum. Cum so fucking deep inside you, fill you up over and over again.”
Jeno’s talking to himself at this point. Nothing but your wails and whimpers coming out. Nodding and crying dumbly out of your mind. Lost in a dark mental haze of Jeno’s dark eyes blending in with the night.
“Please Alpha! K-knot.. inside inside!”
Jeno lets out something similar to a high pitched squeal. Wrinkled eyelids gripped in a tight squeeze the harder you clutch around his length. Milking his size with each pull out of his hips to cum. Cum until your stomach extends painfully, have you finding traces of the Alpha trickling from your cunt for days.
It's awkward to hear his vocals crack, worried he’d turn you off. Still unaware of just how fucked out from orgasm after orgasm you really are. Rasps grow louder like gravel under fierce tires on a silent road, ready to shout at the first expanding movement of his knot. Crooning as your bottom speeds to a slapping pressure against his hips and thighs. In disbelief by the amount of slick endlessly fountaining from where your bodies connect.
Jeno sits up enough to watch your pussy spasm up and down his length. Mesmerized by the way your hips jump, grinding down taking every inch of the Alpha in spite of the initial pain. Slick pools from his chest, down past the defined carved out muscles on his stomach, thighs drenched in the same way you’d left his neck and collar earlier.
Jeno thinks he’s falling in love. Hunched over gasping for air through his nose. Fearful he’ll spill words in his lustful haze of floral aroma floating around his mind. His teeth grit, upper lip snarling and trembling. Lower half jolting when you let out a scream between your raw bitten lips.
“Fuck, just like that. Good Omega, good girl riding my cock like you own it.” Jeno grits. Eyes rolling up lost to the deafening tune of your thighs clapping down, pummeling his pelvic bone hard enough to leave marks on the both of you.
Jeno’s knot inflates, slowing both of your movements. Stretching you past a normal capacity to accommodate his size pulling at your raw fucked out hole. It’s too much for the both of you. The push and pull, the way you sleeve around his cock like it belongs to you. Gripped between your walls with no way to move.
Cumming with your knees digging into Jeno’s waist sends his body to stiffen up. Chest caving down the center with a deep inhale. Cock in a pussy chokehold throwing all of Jeno’s self control to the wind. Collapsing down, Jeno’s lower back is met with the heels of your feets kicking. Reeling from the intense orgasm emptying your body. Trembling erratically under the Alphas weight, crushing you as last bits of sanity evade him.
Between muted curses and tears filling the Alphas eyes, he finally releases. Spurting out shots of his seed for what feels like an eternity. Breathing shallowly beneath him until Jeno understands you need air. Shifting to your sides with a pained hiss. Sniffling as he does so.
The Alpha’s sounds of anguish stir you awake. Half fallen asleep as the last loads of cum clog up your insides. Jeno stilled, lodged deep inside. Knot at full capacity after minutes keeping you stretched upon his mass size.
“Alpha?” Your voice comes out groggy, soundless to your ears stuffed with post-orgasmic heat. Reaching to tug off the makeshift blind fold, you’re met with the sight of Jeno’s tear streaked cheeks. Ruddy from excursion, high and tight on the bone. The hollow just beneath, pushing his bitten over lips out to pout more. “Are you crying? What’s wrong?”
Jeno smiles, irises disappearing beneath the swell caused by tears streaming freely.
“You wanted to know why I got the nickname.” He sighs, nose dropping to your chin. Dragging up to trace across your jaw. His mouth meets your ear, softly speaking. “Now you know.”
Cry Baby Jeno Lee.
“Is it..” you ask curiously, hips swiveling down to a gentle grind on the Alphas knot. Jeno hisses, squeezing out a few more tears.
“Always happens when I knot.” Jeno explains. Grabbing your waist to keep you in place. “I told you that you’d find out.”
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“Ah, Moon forgot her lunch, again.” Jeno smiles leaned against the doorframe to your classroom. Lifting up an adorable vintage Lisa Frank lunchbox he most likely dropped too much money on. Whatever Moon Lee wants, Moon Lee gets. Something her father lives by as well.
“Again huh?” You step out into the hallway, prepared for where this conversation could head. Nothing you wish for your students to witness and interrogate you over later. “Moon’s in there chowing down on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I believe that’s what I saw smeared on her chin.”
Jeno rubs his chin, tongue clicking against the backs of his teeth. “You know what, that’s right! I didn’t forget.”
“Did you ever actually forget Alpha?”
Jeno blinks away his nerves, brushing your question off. Opening up the lunch box to reveal the same dessert you shared on your date. Less shared, more ate off his fingers.
“You really seemed to enjoy this cake,” Jeno’s tongue prods at the corner of his mouth. Inching closer to you. Free hand stroking from your shoulders, to your waist, ending at your hip with a squeeze. “I had to go back for more.”
“You mean, you had to come back for more,” You correct, sharing a breath at close proximity. “Of me?”
“You’re too pretty for your own good I think..” he mumbles under his breath. A light touch of his fingertips grazes your hip, shifting back on his heels.
“Maybe so,” You reply, a bit snarky. Following him further into the hall to at least conceal yourself from the class. Hiding most of your body with the door frame, glancing over your shoulder to make sure everyone’s occupied with their worksheets. “But maybe you made a good point.”
“Did I?” Jeno takes his chance to melt into your space. Having set down the lunchbox near your feet. Arm lifting up, pressed to the wall to allow his hips to meet yours. He rubs at your pelvic bone gently, erupting goosebumps across your chest. Reminded of the blooming signs of bruises you noticed this morning after taking a shower. Shaped to match a certain Alpha’s gripping hold.
Leaning in to brush against Jeno’s upper lip, you’re quick to steal a kiss. Footsteps of familiar leather toed loafers the principal typically wears resound making their way through the hall. Adding the smallest hint of danger to your daytime escapade.
“Maybe being good is overrated.”
a/n: 1/4 fics that will be posted for Jeno month🥳 enjoy💙
NCT 00 LINE + FINDING OUT THEIR S/O IS INTO SOMNOPHILIA !
JENO.
every single morning you’re gonna wake up with his cock stuffed inside you, or him eating you out, and every single morning all he says is “oh g' morning.” and then he proceeds to blow your mind. he also makes really bad puns like “sleepy head. haha get it.” when he’s done eating you out and you have to slap him because he’s so cringe.
JAEMIN.
definitely a little hesitant about it at first because he doesn’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but then he remembers that you’re into it, and so he’ll wake you up with kisses, slowly making his way down your body while you hum in your sleep, encouraging him further, until he’s hovering inches away from your underwear. blissfully unaware, still in dreamland, jaemin smirks at you, this was gonna be a fun awakening.
HAECHAN.
once he finds out he’s never letting it go. he’ll tease you every chance he gets about it. he’ll come home after a long night of practicing and see you laying in his bed, tanktop askew, satin short pushed up a little too far, baring your legs to him, and just like that he’ll get hard. he’s gonna rake his eyes up and down your still body and then it’ll click for him. he now understands why you find it hot.
RENJUN.
oh he’s gonna have his fun with this. he’ll buy you really nice pajamas, some dainty doll like satin sets, some comfy matching sets and some revealing lacy numbers, and whichever you’re wearing is how he’s gonna treat you. It’s like a system with you two - satin sets are for love making in the morning, comfy pajamas means you aren’t feeling it, and the lacey sets, well i’m gonna leave it to your imaginations.
