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.”
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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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lying on the couch, his head tilted forward to kiss you gently, without any rush. a soft kiss, then another, and another, each one drawing out a light giggle from you that made him smile against your lips. he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, eyes barely leaving yours before leaning in again.
this time, the kiss lingered longer. his warm, soft lips pressed firmly to yours, his tongue teased your lips playfully, wet, hot, and a little provocative, waiting for you to part them just enough so he could slip inside. and when you did, he let out a quiet sound of approval, sliding his tongue into your mouth with a slow, sensual ease, meeting yours eagerly.
his hand reached up to your cheek, fingers brushing over your skin in an absent, tender motion, never once breaking the deepening kiss. slowly, his touch began to trail down, exploring the curve of your jaw, the line of your neck, until it slipped beneath your shirt and came to rest at your waist. hus fingers caressed the skin there gently, drawing slow, lazy circles, while his mouth stayed locked with yours, now sucking on your tongue with a hunger that sent heat spiraling through your core.
he shifted smoothly beneath you, guiding you to straddle him on the couch. both hands slid down to your ass, gripping firmly, pulling you closer, pressing you flush against him. his breath hitched slightly as your bodies met with delicious friction, and he didn’t even try to hide how much he wanted you closer. he liked to touch you, he just couldn’t keep his hands off you. one hand stayed right there, gripping your ass, giving it firm squeezes every now and then, the other hand moved up, threading into your hair, tugging gently as his kisses turned rougher, deeper, more demanding.
you pulled away to catch your breath, and he loved the sight of you panting, your lips glistening with spit and slightly swollen, the lipstick smudged messily around your mouth, and he was more than sure it was all over him too. but he could still see traces of your lipstick on your lips, which only meant one thing: he wasn’t stopping until there wasn’t a single hint of color left.
”never again,” jeno mumbled, flopping onto the couch next to you, his head conking against your shoulder.
“what is it this time?” you rolled your eyes at your roommate — best friend — the title depended on how much he annoyed you that day.
“women,” jeno responded. “girls suck,” he groaned.
“thanks.” the urge to roll your eyes again was strong.
jeno groaned for the third time, arms shifting so they wrapped around your torso. you patted his head mockingly. “you poor thing.”
“how do you even do it?”
“do what?”
“girls?”
“how do you do girls?”
his head darted up from where he had shoved it onto your shoulder. “no —“ his cheeks reddened slightly. “you know what i mean,” he defended himself, eyes narrowing when he caught your smile.
“acting like a pitiful puppy is a good start,” you responded, looking at him. “women do love pathetic men.”
that earned a small shove as jeno let go of you fully, sending you a small glare. you let out a small sigh, before shifting, settling yourself in jeno’s lap, thighs framing his as you watched his expression distort.
you didn’t bother watching it fully.
“it depends on the girl,” you hummed, reaching out and placing jeno’s hands on your waist. “but they always want to be close.” you paused, meeting his gaze for a second, eyebrows raising expectantly until he got the message and pulled you closer.
you made sure ( tried ) to stay a respectful distance apart . . . with how close you were already.
he shifted under you. his grip tightened slightly. “good,” you hummed. “they want to feel you — we’re not delicate.” your hands came up to steady yourself on his shoulders.
jeno’s breath panned over your lips, pulling you an inch closer, his hand trailing up to thread through your hair. “also good,” you somehow managed to speak, forcing yourself to not focus on the physical aspect of it — just the teaching part. “they —“
“stop saying that,” jeno whispered. you paused, offering a questioning look at his cutoff. “they,” he hummed. “you’re the one in my lap,” he tapped a finger against your waist.
his gaze flicked to your throat when you swallowed, and he pressed a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. you were suddenly acutely aware of how every inch of your body was pressed against his.
you felt the urge to curse every open gym.
“pretty thing . . .” whispered, fingers pressing into your skin, only separated by the thin fabric of your shirt.
all the sarcastic retorts died on your tongue. you could tell he noticed by the way a smile twitched at the edge of his lips. “i think i might understand now,” jeno hummed, voice low, smooth.
you swallowed again, hands fidgeting against his shoulders. he definitely noticed.
“like this?” his hand coiled in your hair, tugging you closer, his lips brushing yours. the way you froze up was a visible sign, and a smile spread over jeno’s lips. “i’m guessing yes,” he whispered, closing the distance and pressing his lips to yours.
“what’s next?” he spoke, barely parting to speak, dark pupils meeting your dazed gaze. “show me?” jeno requested, hand trailing back down to your waist, dragging down, making sure you felt every press of his fingers.
𓏵 thank you to the anon who requested! gratitude to my sweet pals for beta reading <3
𓏵 for the most part, every pic is a new convo besides “do you want me to come get you?” (2 pics), “donghyuck. go to bed” (3 pics) and “i’m picking you up in an hour” (2 pics)
warnings: teasing, sexual implications, erections, hitting/slapping, candle wax..., kissing, making out, bein down bad, finger sucking, humping, lingerie, arguing, bondage, video nudes sent, foodplay, skinny dipping, orgasms
authors note: ts took so long im crine. there’s not enough sub nct. but dw i’m here gang 🙏 ty for reading!! (#^.^#)
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JOHNNY and you are up late in his living room, drinking sum as you both needed some sort of break. you tell him about your day but when you peer over his head is leaned back against the back of the couch, eyes shut, but his lips mouth something. you clear your throat and he sits up, laughing. "the hell's wrong with you" you say, nudging his shoulder. he bits his tongue and leans his head back again. "look at me" you say. he doesn't move at first, but then he raises his head, looking at you. your fingers trace the line of his jaw, and he leans into your palm. his eyes flutter closed, his lips parting as he lets out a shaky exhale that you feel on your wrist. "i think you've had enough" you say, taking the bottle in his hand and placing it on the table next to you. he whines and now rests the side of his head behind him. there's something in his gaze--want. you slide your hand to the back of his neck, feeling his pulse beneath your fingertips, and his breath catches. he's so responsive, every touch drawing out these small, involuntary reactions. your other hand finds his chest, feeling his heart beat. he doesn't move, doesn't reach for you. he just waits with a slight tremble. your thumb brushes his lower lip and he makes a sound, soft and needy. his hands finally come to rest at your hips gently. he pulls you in a little. "please" he says longingly. you lift the hem of shirt up, revealing his toned body that makes your gaze linger for a while. you notice the way his breath hitches. how could he be this turned on from you just looking at him? he swears his heart is gonna explode.
TAEYONG and you are relaxing in bed. the energy is domestic and sedative, just like how it always is. recently, you've both been explorers if you get what i'm putting down here. finding ways to turn each other one in new ways. tonight however, taeyong swears he's got it in the bag. hes been licking at a lollipop slowly throughout your conversation. but, you cant help but think 'who eats a lollipop before bed?'. its cute, but you cant say your turned on. so you do the easiest trick in the book and take it from him, putting it in your mouth instead. his hand holds an imaginary lollipop as he freezes, mouth agape. "wh-" is all he stutters and you stick your tongue out a bit to lick the tip of it. however you think you can take it further and forget the lollipop all together. you throw it on the floor and quickly shift to straddle him. he breathes quicker. you hold his jaw, forcing it open as you lean down. he cant decide on either shutting his eyes in bliss, or opening them to see this vulgar scene. you spit into his mouth, the saliva mango flavored and he gives in, shutting his eyes. he savors the taste like a freak and even groans a little. you lick at his bottom lip and he just has to kiss you desperately now. he yearns for that flavor, he wants more, kissing just isn't enough. so he leans back into the mattress a little and you laugh when he's already got his mouth wide open. you gather more and spit it into his mouth again. he hums in satisfaction, hands moving to your lower back. he opens his mouth again and pats you, signaling for you to spit again. "tae, that's enough, no?" you ask, lowkey in need of some water. "your right," he says as he flips your positions, kissing down your body until- "i bet you taste better here...".
YUTA and you are coming back from a date. he took you out to a nice restaurant but upon leaving, he started acting strange. more quiet, out of it, and he kept saying "sorry what?" to whatever you said when in the car. you arrive at his place and you finally ask, "are you good?". he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, only being able to look at you. “i wanted to ask you something…but i’m just nervous” he begins. yuta? nervous? you hear him out. “i know your expecting that i like, you know, you tonight but,” he says, fidgeting with his hands. you didn’t expect him to give you anything tonight, but you wanna know there this boutta go. he sighs as he takes his sweater off, his white button up fitting just right on him. he takes your hands and puts them on his chest. he sighs again, this time like he feels relieved. and when you snake your hands around to his shoulders, down his sides, to his hips, he practically melts into you. his legs feel like jelly and he falls to his knees. your hands move to his hair, tussling it. he looks up to you with those big eyes and you just can’t look away. he opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but when you tug his hair, he lets out a moan instead. he shuts his eyes, embarrassed. you crouch down to meet him eye level. you lean in to kiss him, but he turns his head away. you tilt your head, holding his jaw but he shakes his head. you get it now. so your hands move to his lap, moving closer to his inner thighs untillll. he whines. your touch just barely touches his bulge. he moans pathetically when you do it again. you watch as the bulge twitches from beneath his pants. you keep doing this absurd and depriving movement with one hand as the other caresses his lower back. you hover your lips just over his, careful not to kiss him. yuta pants, whines, moans as the minutes go by. you look down now, he follows your gaze, and the vulgar sight of you gasping when you see his cum has seeped through his pants just makes him reach his peak.
KUN is in a sticky situation. he made you get mad earlier because he tried arguing with you. why would he try that? no idea. but after you’ve been gone all day, trying to find literally anything to do instead of coming back to your shared apartment, he’s felt extra terrible, and lonely. he lays on the couch, mindlessly trying to come up with ideas on how to say sorry. does he say sorry in an over the top way? he’s just so overwhelmed! he just wants you. for you to forgive him and kiss him and let him hold you tight. but he doesn’t know if you’d do it! suddenly the door unlocks and you’re home. you greet him with a quick “hey” and he instantly comes to hug you, not even caring if you were to push and slap him for having the audacity to. in fact, he wants you to do just that. he bends down a little, staring at the floor. “do it, cmon, hit me, please” he lets out and you let out a single laugh, thinking he’s completely lost his damn mind. “i’m gone for a day and you’re suddenly masochist” you say, grabbing some fruit to eat. he shakes his head, still staring at the floor in shame. “yes, i don’t care, i mean it. slap me. i deserve it. i want to take it” he says rather impatiently. “kun…” he fixes his gaze on your hand and as you lift it, he shuts his eyes, bracing himself. you then bring your hand to his cheek, slapping him, just not hard. “fuck! again. please please!” he pleads. you’ve never seen him like this before. he’s always joyous and beamful. “please…need it…” he says more quietly. his cheek are red and hot, eyes teary, and eyebrows scrunched together. how can you not listen to his cute pathetic face? you just wonder to yourself how many times you’ll be slapping him tonight.
DOYOUNG and you lie down by the fireplace. on your stomachs surrounded by tussled blankets and pillows, putting together a big puzzle. easy listening music plays in the background whilst you two chatter about your days lately. doyoung fetches a candle while he talks absentmindedly about drama between his friends. you can tell he’s a little tense about it by the way he tries to shove two puzzle pieces that don’t go together harshly. “okay, okay. let’s just—“ you say, putting a hand on his to calm him down. you sit up straight, proposing if he wanted to do something to relax him. he stares at you, then stares at the ground to think about it. you tilt your head. “yeah” he says quietly. you usher him to move towards you. he nestles into your lap. he mutters into your chest incoherently but you still reassure him with “it’s okay” and “don’t worry”. and when he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are glossy, tears rolling down his cheeks. “is this really worth crying this much over?” you ask, “you’re pretty when you cry but…”, you tilt your head. doyoung furrows his brows adorably and smiles a little. “the puzzle” you say looking over to the forgotten pieces scattered all over the floor. “oh” doyoung says. “it’s okay” you say with a shrug. “n-no really, i’m sorry, i’m just too overwhelmed…” and he glances at you with that last word. he looks down before slowly reaching for the candle, wax now melted. he sits on his knees and hands you the candle. he turns around, back faced to you. he lifts his shirt off him while bending over so his forehead is laid against the warm floor. you hear him take a deep breath when you maneuver to kneel, your hand with the candle hovering over his back. with your free hand, you feel his smooth soft back before pouring a couple drips of the candle wax along his spine. his back arches as the hot candle wax stings his skin. the idea of something so warm and delicious smelling causing him such pain pleases him. and he forgets about all the drama that’s been happening lately, now solely focused on the hot wax and you. you who feeds into his pleasure, pouring more and more. the wax isn’t even fully dried when you turn his head to kiss him heatedly.
TEN and you feel sleep take over, as you both drift into slumber from a hectic and tiresome day. but you're awaken from a sudden hot flash. you peel the cover off you, the air in the room barely helping you ventilate. so you strip off your shirt and pants of course. you look over next to you, ten sleeping with the cover wrapped around him. any minute now he'll wake up you think to yourself. so you take the opportunity to study his face, the way he sleeps, his breathing. you get impatient and just wake him up. he doesn't budge though, so you just the cover off him yourself, and start undressing him. you now feel bad about waking him up so you move a little slower. the thing is, he wakes up, and groans when he feels heat suffocating him too. he hums as you tell him you were feeling hot too. he stretches his arms out and just lets you strip him. but he holds your hand to his chest and moves it up and down his abs. "you okay?" you ask him and his eyes are still closed but he responds with a soft yeah. he opens his eyes slowly and kisses at your hand, you smile. he's so cute and sweet, so you place a soft kiss at his cheek. but he wants more. "so hot already..." you tell him when he begins kissing you on your lips now. but he doesn't care. his body leans and arches up into yours. you feel and soothe his sides, making him moan softly in the kiss. you pull back and look down, teasing at the waistband of his briefs. "take it off, please" he says desperately and you begin pulling them down, "might as well". you touch at the tip of his dick, making him arch and moan. holding his waist, the warm skin under shivers somehow, "so hot..." he says. and you don't know if he's talkin bout you or the temperature.
JAEHYUN has been acting bad all week. meaning he's been messing with you, not listening to you, and its really taking a toll on you. its a friday night, and he was trying to get out of doing the dishes so he can get in bed with you earlier. you push him and tell him to quit it. he laughs, "aw c'mon, ill do it in the morning!" he nags. you shake your head no countless times, but he still doesn't listen. he groans and starts walking towards the bedroom with you and as much as you'd like to, you cant let him win. so you slap his arm, but he just laughs. "seriously, jaehyun, just fucking do it" you say more serious now and he just stands there, probably trying to come up with an excuse with that stupid smirk on his face. "well-" he begins but you cut him off so quick, "ill literally edge you later tonight and not let you finish if you don't do this shit". his expression turns serious, smirk falling real fast. a part of him likes the idea of edging, but the fact he wont finish is what makes him do a walk of shame to the kitchen sink. and when he finishes a couple minutes later, he meets you back in the bedroom. "listen" you begin and hes immediately sat on the edge of the bed. you kick him a little as he moves to the floor, kneeling. "you've been acting mad annoying this week, and this shit tonight really did it". and you just rant on and on. "y'know jaehyunnie, maybe just maybe, if you did the dishes the first time i asked you, i would've rode your shit til you passed out..." and he frowns, now feeling the consequences of his actions. he reaches for your knee, holding it while he groans softly. his glossy eyes plead for you to forgive him, but you cant be tempted, so you frustratedly kick his inner thigh, too close to his groin. he moans, eyes shutting for a little. and when they open, he scoots closer, and bites his bottom lip, like he's asking for more. it's hits you know that he's getting turned on by this...so you keep it going, kicking his thighs. and soon you've got him on the bed now, begging for you to forgive him in between loud moans and sharp breaths as you hit and hurt at his now bare body more.
WINWIN has had a terrible day. he's in bed nestled on your chest sobbing about his day and all the unlucky things that've been occurring to him. you stroke his hair in attempt to comfort him. you just listen for now. he's never been this emotional in a while, but you guess it all caught up to him now--bottling emotions. he stops ranting and just sniffles now. "i'm sorry that happened to you muffin" you coo as he hums in satisfaction when you soothe the back of his neck. "maybe i'll get super lucky now..." he says softly, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. you think for a second. "well, maybe you can wish for something" you propose and he sits up a little. "mm well..." he begins, looking at you then the wall. you turn his head to look at you. his eyes are still watery and puffy, his cheeks a little wet, lips tinted, and his hair tussled. you reach out to touch his cheek. he smiles and leans in, giving you a sweet and proper kiss. something about it makes him cry again, feeling tears run down onto your cheek. you pull back, watching as he quickly wipes his tears, but you stop him, "no need". he looks down, almost in shame, but when you bring him close to your chest again, his hands begin crawling all over you. he lets out a soft cry as his fingertips sink into your skin. he then needily kisses up your body til he reaches your neck, kissing at it next. "winwin..." you sigh but he can only mutter "stop it, i feel lucky right now".
JUNGWOO has a long day and just wants to be with you tonight. you can tell he’s exhausted, sore, all of it. so, you’ve prepared a bubble bath for him for a change. you lead him by the hand into the bathroom where the air is warm, candles are lit, and the bubbles appear to perfectly fit in the tub. it smells of lavender and vanilla, a warm and relaxing scent that brings relief over jungwoo. “oh wow, thank you my love” he says, giving you a hug. he strips amidst the warm and dim lighting. you watch as he gets in and you shuffle over to kneel next to the tub. you scoop and pour water on his back and shoulders gently. he feels the bubbles in his grasp and sighs, closing his eyes and leaning back. you kiss his shoulder and he smiles. you dip your hand beneath all the bubbles and find his hand, caressing it. you unknowingly feel around, feeling his knee, then his arm, then his abs, then his hip. he feels a shiver run through him, not knowing what you’ll touch next. “w-wait” he says and you meet his eyes with your own, tilting your head. “i’m just…really sensitive right now” he admits softly which makes you giggle. the way he looks so reliant on your touch is adorable. you pat his chest, “then what do you want me to do?” you ask with a smile. you find it amusing that he’s so eager right now to be touched and dealt with. “uh, can you—please—can you tease me longer?” he asks, gripping your arm that’s out of the water. you nod understandingly. you didn’t even think he’d be so turn on right now, you’re just touching him after all. yet he proves that your little effort touches exhilarate him as he leads your hand to his erection. you can’t see though with all these bubbles. so he suddenly gets up to kneel, his erection now resting along with all the bubbles as he looks down at it, breathing heavily. and it’s the most beautiful yet erotic thing you’ve seen.
MARK comes out the steamy bathroom, freshly showered, however, beyond exhausted from the days schedules. he doesn't even hum like usually does in the silence, just heads straight for the dresser, slipping on boxers and a t-shirt. he sighs. he walks out the room though, making you tilt your head. why didn't he lie down on the bed? you follow him and he's sitting at the kitchen table, opening his laptop. "more work?" you ask, frustrated for him. "yeah..." he responds, viewing some email that must be important. "now?" you ask, still frustrated at the workload he's been given at literally 12am. "yes!" he responds, now seeming annoyed. you furrow your brows and sit next to him, watching him then his laptop then him again. you kiss his cheek and watch as he gives a small quick smile. you just sit there for a few minutes, putting yourself boredom because you want to keep him company. you hear a chime as he sends an email and perk up, searching for an expression that says 'i'm finally done', but nope. after another few minutes, he sighs and turns over to you finally. he looks at your face, then your lips, before leaning in to give a long deep kiss. he pulls away, resting his head on your chest. his hands move to your shoulders, and he lets out a groan, "been thinking of you all day, its not fair they gave me so much bullshit to read". you soothe his back and pull him away, "then go on and finish" you say caringly. he stretches his arms out, then sits to fully face you now, just staring at you. you nudge his jaw with a finger, making him pout. he leans in to kiss you again, hands on your thighs now. he moans softly, as if it escaped accidentally. he pulls away slowly, looking down, hands coming closer to your inner thighs. "want to take a break markie?" you speak and he nods, melting into you, falling gently onto his knees, moaning pathetically when you open your legs just for him.
XIAOJUN and you have just settled into bed. the sheets have been freshly washed and you both just took showers, so the two of you are feeling rather refreshed. you sigh in relief after finally getting to lay down with xiaojun after having an exhausting day at work. “feels amazing. i like being here with you” he trails off as he closes his eyes. you nod even though he can’t see you. you like listening to his comforting words, and even when hes not talking, you still find his presence just as comforting. you nestle more under the covers. you smile at the sight of him dozing off and decide to just admire his face. its like he feels your eyes on him because he slowly opens his, then moves his gaze to meet yours. you place a hand on his jaw, holding his face. he leans into your touch, eyebrows furrowing a little. he looks hypnotizing, his beauty just off the charts. “i can’t fathom how perfect you are you know…” you tell him and he blushes. you smile at his flustered state but you want can’t help but give into your urge to touch him further. so you trace his nose bridge, his eyebrows, then his lips. you swipe his bottom lip and with an easy move, you push your finger into his mouth. he stares at you with doe eyes, sucking your finger lightly. you experiment: moving your finger in and out, pushing in deeper, circling around his tongue. and he flows along like he was made for you. his hands are at your waist now, moving you closer to him until he ditches your finger for your lips, whining into the needy kiss. he says sweet things between kisses and finally pulls back to stare at your finger again, “maybe two now?” he asks pitifully.
HENDERY and you share kisses after a few days being away from each other. you’re on top of him as hes laid down on the couch. his hands knead at your sides and waist and you dont think you can be any more closer to him than you are now. he feels overwhelmed when he should be feeling relieved though. he feels impatient and the idea of you inducing something more than just kisses takes over him. he takes your hand and places it right over his neck. he doesn’t lose his grip on your hand, but in fact, makes it tighter. “my love are you sure…” you begin but hes already shutting his eyes and moaning. he slowly removes his hand and you do him the favor of keeping your grip, choking him with immense pressure. his airway feels more difficult to breath in and out from, and he loves it. he can’t even talk right now, and doesn’t even try. instead he lets out choked moans and cries. you feel like hes gone too long without air so you release the pressure but keep your hands on him still. he immediately gasps and juts forward, feeling like he just got hit with some sort of whiplash of pleasure. hes impatient and is already kissing on you again. you’re still processing this new piqued interest of his and how it makes you feel too. safe to say, it really benefits you both as you feel the way his dick has gone hard beneath you.
RENJUN and you were cracking jokes all evening in the dim-lit kitchen of his place. its raining heavy out so you decided to stay in with him of course. you're going back and forth with him about the things he does that irks you. and its all in a playful manner. "and quit taking so long in the shower!" you mention and he scoffs. "dont you want me being clean for you?" he says in attempt to justify himself. you hesitate because you know he's right, but it aggravates you a little. "don't care" you say sarcastically as you get up, a smile on your face when you turn away from him. you hear him stutter a "wha-". "then you want me dirty?" he says gloomily. "mhm" you say as you begin cleaning the surface of the kitchen counter. you make eye contact with him and it's almost sensual. he gets up and walks to the bedroom, closing the door behind him. you don't think anything of it until you start to wonder if he got upset, though you were just joking with him. you hear a faint sighing sound and pause. you walk up to the door and put an ear up to it. you hear him making soft grunts. you slowly open the door and see him propped on the bed, straddling a pillow, with nothing but his briefs on. "oh renjunnie..." you say and slip past the door to sit beside him. he holds onto your shoulder and starts to let out whimpers, "honey w-wanted me dirty". you watch as he rides the pillow, more eager now, unable to take his eyes off you. you kiss his cheek then his lips tenderly, capturing the soft moans he lets out.
JENO has been annoying you all day and not on purpose. or maybe you’re just moody, not sure. but you finally had enough when he has the audacity to start vacuuming right in front of the tv with precision. you throw a pillow at him, “like you really have to be doing that right now?!” you exclaim frustratedly. he turns off the vacuum and stomps away. you roll your eyes and continue watching the tv. he comes back from god knows, you frankly don’t care, with a pink shopping bag. he plops it next to you on the couch. “what’s this?” you ask looking at the bag then at him. he shrugs, “would you care if I was vacuuming if I had this on?” he says with slight timidness. you sit up a little and toss aside the tissue paper, picking up the contents inside. “lingerie?” you state, slightly confused. you then realize it’s for men not women. you pull back a little to look at jeno with a smile. “you- do you like…it” he stammers and you bounce up, nodding and hugging him. you hold the outfit against his chest and push him excitedly all the way into the bathroom. “change! now!” you say before returning to the couch, awaiting your surprise. your imagination couldn’t compare to the sight before your eyes. *wink.what he wears is up to you* you’re no longer smiling when he casually picks up the vacuum and turns it on, cleaning the carpet. “jeno” you say blankly. he looks over at you and you take in the sight again, not knowing what to do next. jeno has never dressed up like this. so the way his toned muscles, his thin waist, and his overall dreamy physique fits in the lingerie is unreal. but you can tell he too doesn’t know what to do next as he fidgets with vacuum handle, waiting for you to say or do something. you stand up from the couch, slowly walking over to him, eyes locked on his. you grab his hand and lightly guide it to between your legs. you pull your soft shorts aside and he shudders when he feels the heat and dampness of you. “such a pretty puppy” you finally sigh out and his gaze softens. your lips connect into a soft kiss, but jeno soon becomes heave-ish and kisses with more fervor. you both practically trip over the now fallen vacuum as you make your way into the bedroom. your mind floods with thoughts on what you could possibly do to your oh so beautiful jeno.
HAECHAN steps into the kitchen, windows opened to provide refreshing cool air. you’re making french toast hence at the stove, but you turn to tell him good morning. but you notice immediately how he’s dressed, or rather the fact he’s just in boxers. and they’re the short ones too where his plush thighs are visible. he stands there, slightly bent at one knee. “come” you say with a smile and he walks over to stand besides you. he looks sleepy still, with his hair still ruffled. but you can tell he splashed his face with cold water upon squishing his cheeks delicately with one hand. you let your finger drag down his neck and shoulder lightly. he’s not a man of many words in the morning so all he does is stare at you longingly. you flip the french toast and reach for the bowl of washed berries, picking a small strawberry and feeding it to him. he lets out a small “mm” before moving to lean against the counter. he gives you kisses as you continue cooking the french toast. and with every chance you get, your hand closest to him is on him. your fingertips are feather light as they drag on his honey skin, across his stomach, biceps, hips, everywhere. he keeps his bottom lip tucked in and adjusts his hips to slightly jut forward. he lets out a heavy exhale through his nose which you note as he’s needy. but it’s he himself who slightly pulls down his boxers just below his hips. you touch at the exposed skin that’s dangerously close to his clothed erection. you finally finish cooking all the french toast and don’t hesitate to stand in front of him and slip your hand beneath his boxers. he lets out pretty noises, moans and whines you mentally rewind and play. you kiss his lips sweetly and it’s not long before he cums from the heat erupting inside him.
JAEMIN and you went out shopping for the day, courtesy of him of course. you hit up all the stores you’ve been wanting to spree at. while lookin for the next store, he suggests victoria’s secret, “yeah you can get new things, and i can look around too” he says. that’s true, next set will be chosen by him ig! you pick up some new underwear, new bras, and you feel spoiled already. at one point, jaemin has left your side and is checking out new lingerie arrivals. with spring time around, the color palette of pastels catches his eye, especially the pink. you walk up to him, “do you like this one?” you ask. he takes a step back then walks away, “hm, it’s not quite the one”. you look around too, finding a flowy yellow one, one that you’ve never seen, it’s pretty! “this!” you say and he smiles, telling you to get it. you’re finding your size when he puts something in the shopping bag. you don’t wanna look though, he’s probably hiding it for a reason. after waiting for him to pay, you make a stop at a pastry shop for a sweet treat (cuz ofc). he drives back, a smile gleaming on his face, glad he was able to spoil you today. once at his place, you start showing him what you got—like he wasn’t there anyway. you decide to try on a cute club fit you curated, walking to his bedroom and closing the door behind you. you change into the outfit and peep the fit in his long mirror. but when you open the door, jaemin isn’t sitting in the kitchen like he was. “na?” you ask, looking around. the bathroom door opens, and you’re not sure if you’re seeing this right, but jaemin looks bare, his shoulders peeping out the doorframe. as you walk closer, genuinely confused, your hands shoot over your mouth when you see him in full. he stands broad and muscular like he usually does, this time with a pastel pink lingerie set on. the top wraps around him like a ballet slipper, and the bottoms match in a teeny short form. “is it…okay?” he asks you, his hands resting on his shoulders, posture now slouched. you can’t tell if he knows he looks good and is asking for reassurance, or that it’s okay that he’s wearing lingerie. “i didn’t think the bedroom could get better, but, i guess i was wrong” you tell him softly, tracing the set with your eyes and fingers. he looks down, gesturing to the short boy shorts of an underwear he has on, “it was the only set that’d fit my dick” he says shrugging and you feel like YOU just got hard (*⁰▿⁰*)
YANGYANG usually isn’t one to be super submissive to you. at least that’s what he thinks. “you literally crawl…” you say, imagining it. “barely!” he shouts in protest. you hold him by the jaw, “listen, think what you want, but you do whatever i say at the end of the day” you say narrowing your gaze. he tuts and swats your hand away, “yeah right”. it’s now night and you’ve just come home from a night out with some friends. you had a couple drinks and stumble your way into yangyang's room, finding him at his desk playing on his pc. you don’t say anything, just hum. you tilt his head up quickly which takes him by surprise. you lean in but before pressing your lips together, you look around his room. “filthy” you say and yangyang finally exhales. “i didn’t have time to clean—“ you cut him off, “but you’re playing video games? clean your fucking room” you sneer. you walk out but he grabs your hand. “i’m sorry, please, don’t be mad. look i’ll do it right now” and he gets up and starts throwing trash away. you sit on his bed, watching him rush back and forth. “yangyang” you whisper to see if he’ll hear. he swivels around to face you. he rushes to your legs on the floor. “yeah? fuck- i mean, yes?” he responds, hands resting on your shins. “hmmmm” you say obnoxiously, “if you clean your room, i’ll ride you”. he freezes. it’s the ultimate ultimatum for him.
CHENLE has been trying to defend himself for the past thirty minutes, arguing that he indeed is the most mature from the dreamies. “then why do you complain like a child all the time?!” you say and he laughs before trying to defend himself again. you push his shoulder playfully, “i hate you”. “not true-“ he begins and you roll your eyes, here he goes again. you cover his mouth with your hand, shutting him up finally. he tries to talk still, even making hand gestures like he usually does. you hold his hands together with your other hand. he tries to fight against it so you let go momentarily in which he continues obnoxiously arguing. you get a tie from his closet, think, then get a second one, and come back. you first tie one around his mouth. he’s smiling becuase he knows he’s successfully annoying you. the you two the other around his wrists. you drag him by the arm and put him in your bedroom. you laugh before closing the door on him. “mm m! mm m mm-“ you hear and it makes you laugh. when you open the door, he’s on the ground, now begging with his hands together. “m’ mm” he says, and you assume he’s trying to say ‘i’m sorry’. you’re about to untie his mouth but then you get an idea. you take him on the bed with you. you kiss his jaw and neck. he breaths though his nose ruggedly. he tugs on your pants, wanting you to take them off. but you scoff cause he really thinks he’s about to get sum. no, not in this case—where he’s finally shut up. you lift his shirt up so it’s bunched around him then pull his pants down to his thighs. then you sit on his lap and do what he hates most—ridicule him. “yknow, you’re so out your mind. i’m always right but you argue with me anyway. truth is that mouth of yours sucks, so maybe it should be closed forever” you tell him. he furrows his brows, and here he goes, mumbling loudly. you pinch his side and he groans. “the tie is there for a reason, for you to shut up” you scold. he whines, wanting nothing more than to talk right now. “there is one thing i like from that mouth of yours…” you say, tilting your head dramatically. “m! m!” he says, nodding. he even sits up a little more. he tugs at your pants again, but you slap his hand away, “ah, when you sing” you flourish. he whines and groans, feeling like he’s going insane. he’s not even shameless though with his growing bulge that’s beneath you. maybe you should tie him up more?…
JISUNG and you are apart for the time being. he’s gone on tour so he can only do so much to communicate with you. he facetimes, calls, texts. he even invites you to jams on spotify like hello. anyway you’ve just woken up to like ten messages from him. they’re all videos with black covers. the only text he sent said “you’re asleep aren’t you…”. you text back before you watch the videos though, letting him know you’re now up. you’re taken way far aback when you press play on that first video. your cheeks immediately heat up at the sight—jisung slowly pumping his dick in his hand. he’s in the bathroom of the hotel it appears, dark and only a warm light illuminating the room. you physically cover your mouth with a hand when you scroll to the next video. he’s pumping himself faster. all. the. videos. him jerking off. countless times he’s climaxed. and with every video, he rids of more clothes, his sweat intensifies, and he’s more of a mess. you haven’t watched all the videos throughly when you text him again, “ji…what the fuck went down last night”. you assume he’s sleeping still—peacefully and sound at that, clearly. you click back to watch the last video though. you pull your blanket over yourself and watch as jisung pumps his dick agonizingly slow. he then lets go, resting his hand on his shoulder for a moment. “mommy, mommy” he pants, his dick twitches which makes him moan. he snakes his hand from his shoulder to the cum that decorates his abs. he spreads it around with two fingers before wiping it on his face. and with that he lets out a deep groan as he cums untouched. you deep down can’t wait til tonight to watch these videos again…
SION and you have been baking all evening. with sweet treats set to the side, you both stare at them, debating if you should even eat them. "took too long, we have to eat them" he reasons and you guess he has a point. you pick up a fudge brownie, taking a bite out of it. he leans over to take a bite out of it too. he moans from how tasty it is and though it's a normal reaction, he barely ever makes noises like that. you watch his expressions as he chews. you pick up a cream puff and feed it to him this time. he oh so innocently makes eye contact as he takes a bite. the powdered sugar coats his lip, and the cream resides on his cheek. you smile at the slight mess he has made and don't even both cleaning it up. he attempts to lick the cream away but his tongue doesn't quite reach. so instead you make the gallant choice of licking it off for him. you hum at the sweetness. you stan up from your chair and this time stand between his legs as you feed him another bite, then another. and eventually he has made such a mess on his face, and he knows damn well what he's doing. moaning a little too much, holding a sultry gaze with you, even slightly licking your finger whenever he takes a bite from the pastry you hold up to him. "you have such a sweet tooth" you tell him and he smiles and nods impatiently, just wanting more from the one you're holding. you pull it away from him and he physically jolts, whining. but who knew someone could get turned on from this, and he clearly is from the way his hand rests down on the chair between his thighs, where his erection shifts a little when you notice it. his face burns hot and a pink blush creeps in, but nonetheless his tongue is sticking out, waiting for another sweet.
RIKU splashes into the cool water. you both took a day trip to a small cozy lake house. the sun has just gone down when you both finally decided it was time for a night swim. “now you, come on” he jesters. you uncross your arms and take a moment to slip off your tshirt. riku treads in the water, catching his breath a little whilst eyeing you. his mouth slightly hangs open as you approach the water from the ground instead of the wooden dock. “bummer, no jump?” he says scoffing and you shake your head no. he’s crawling in the shallow water to where you stand, water at your knees. he kneels now, holding one of your thighs. “did i ruin the mood?” you say slightly annoyed by his comment. he kisses your leg but you think nothing of it, after all riku is very affectionate. he looks down, “no..”. the sound of leaves in the wind, crickets, and him kissing your skin fills the silence. he gets closer to your inner thighs, making you sharply inhale. he looks up at you with those sad pure eyes. the moonlight reflects in his eyes and it’s then you notice that they’re glossier than normal. he opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. no one speaks. you walk deeper into the water, past him. the waters up to your shoulders now when you turn to him and fidget with strings of your bathing suit. taking the top off, he watches from afar, wondering how he deserves this. riku makes his way over to you, the moment feeling like a dream. maybe you’re putting him in a trance. riku doesn’t know how to handle this—does he touch you, be casual about this, maybe strip too? yeah he’ll do just that. so by the time he’s in front of you, you’re both nude in the brisk water, ripples emitting from the way he holds you against him. “i would ask you to slap me to see if i myself am dreaming, but i think id just get more turned on” he mutters into your neck.
YUSHI wouldn’t stop being needy all day. you told him last week that it’s good to take a break from certain things for a little. since then, he’s become relentless. but especially today, you woke up to him grinding slyly against your leg. and when you came to his dorm earlier, he hugged you the second you stepped foot into the place—whining, breathing heavy, and you could feel heat emitting from him. but you’re staying true to your words. it’s not until you’re playing video games in the living room that you realize yushi has become pathetic alongside crazy. every time he lost and you won, he’d whine and glance to see if you’d look at him. but you only saw him through your peripheral. he’d become frustrated at the game eventually and sat atop a pillow, whining and slightly grinding on it. you noticed and kicked his leg which you shouldn’t have done cause now he’s humping your leg. you try and kick him away but you don’t wanna lose the game so you give up. he’s panting and moaning, humping at your leg with his evident erection. “yushi, stop that!” you say, though you know he won’t listen. he throws himself on the couch besides you, humping into the blanket that’s all bunched up between you two. he leans to kiss your neck and for a moment he’s humping the air. you let out a laugh and he pulls back with a whine. “it’s not funny…”. he furrows his eyebrows.
JAEHEE is cuddled next to you. he just went out to eat with his members and in result is tired from all the food. you take in his appearance—his messy hair, tan skin, and his sharp smile. and while he’s in the middle of his sentence, you lean down to kiss him. you pull back and he’s surprised. “that was lovely…thanks” he sweetly says which makes you just kiss him again. he sits up a little now, holding your jaw to kiss you deeper. your hand snakes under his sweater. with your touch gliding over his abs, you drag your nails into his skin. he pulls apart from the kiss to let out a huff followed by a short moan. “you’re such a freak” you joke at him but he’s not laughing. his chest rises and falls more intensely as you scratch him again, deeper too. “fuck” he whispers, sensually bucking his hips up a little. “like when i scratch you? want it to hurt more?” you tease and he can’t even respond because when you immediately scratch down his side, he moans. shivers run through him and you’re pretty sure he has goosebumps. you play with him more, letting your nails dig into his chest, into his hips, dangerously close to beneath his waistband. he’s so desperate that he flips over, looking defeated as he lifts the bottom of his sweater up, revealing his lower back. you take the hint. you run your fingertips along the smooth skin lightly before digging your nails into the skin, dragging them across the area. he lets out a pretty moan, sinking deeper into his mattress as if that would help the pain. but he loves it and the way you gain satisfaction from something so hurtful.
CONCEPT — your best friends can’t help but be freaks
best friends 오시온 & 前田 陸 x f! reader 2366 library ──── genre smut–mdni 프락치 warnings porn w plot, protective/possessive onri, feminine reader, the skirt stays on, 3some (no mxm), fingering, slight cuck activity (sion), oral (m recieving), creampie (be safe! wear a condom), facial, aftercare, best friends 2 lovers type shit フラクチ reader: princess, baby, babe
YOU BECAME BEST FRIENDS with Oh Sion and Maeda Riku during the beginning of your freshman year of high school, yet now all three of you were attending the prestigious Seoul National University. Although your majors and schedules did not line up for the most part, the friendship bloomed and became noted throughout campus.
Everyone knew you were pretty hard to talk to as one of your two best friends always lingered, scaring away individuals they didn't think were worthy of your attention. Whether it was just a small conversation with the opposite sex, your best friends' eyes would linger on the poor boy until he excused himself; your best friends' moods would brighten up and pretended like nothing had happened.
Of course there would be instances where you thanked the sky above that you didn't have to deal with creeps, but not every guy that spoke to you was a creep. So, you had no idea why Sion and Riku were staring so hard at the boy next you, Song Eunseok. The man sitting next to you was a well-known athlete at SNU, and a heartthrob to anyone who really paid attention to the rumors. Yet, you didn't really want to believe those rumors as you believed first impressions matter first before anything.
⠀⠀"Is Riku always like that?" Eunseok asked you, his gaze focused on the projector in front of the classroom. You looked behind you to find Riku glaring right at the back of Eunseok's head; his gaze shifted to you and gave you a quick smile before doting down notes. Sion gave you a pitiful look and said something under his breath, only Riku could've been able to hear.
You turned back around and took a quick glance at the man next to you. “My best friends are just protective. That's all.” The first excuse.
⠀⠀"Protective, huh," Eunseok chuckled, “I wouldn't have guessed by the way he stares at you, Sion too. They act like you’re their girlfriend.”
The crease in your eyebrows became noticeable as you took in Eunseok's words. Sure, your best friends were extremely protective of you but it was always like that since you could remember. From taking care of you due to your first breakup to comforting you after a harsh exam, your best friends had always been there.
They both put your needs first before theirs: Sion leaving his girlfriend (at the time) alone in order to pick you up from a failed first date, Riku answering your calls when he shouldn't have (like fucking another girl), or when they both helped you out of your soiled clothes after a drunken outing. You excused this behavior as just something that friends do, yet having someone else tell you what you were scared of thinking opened your mind for a moment.
Class passed by in a flash and Eunseok seemed to notice your distracted mind and offered to send you notes that were taken during your spacing out. You nodded at his offer and started packing up your materials into your tote bag. Eunseok turned to you, “Hey Y/N, did you maybe want to get some coffee with me?”
⠀⠀"She's going to be busy with us later." Sion spoke behind Eunseok, as Riku made his way to stand next to Sion. Eunseok sighed and stood up, looking back to the pair and laughed a bit.
⠀⠀"It was worth a try, wasn't it?" The Song boy excused himself and looked at you before leaving, “I'll text you later, Y/N.”
You smiled at him before giving him a wave, to which he returned before turning his back on you and walking out the classroom. Your gaze shifted onto the two boys standing in front of you: Sion having his arm around Riku's shoulder, with the younger man glancing at your bare legs along with your jean skirt. You stood up from your seat, putting your tote bag on your shoulder, and took two steps forward.
⠀⠀"Where are we going?" You asked the pair in front of you, one distracted and the other thinking.
⠀⠀"Back to the dorms? I've got an essay to finish, that is if I even finish." Sion spoke as he used his other hand to rub his temple. Riku snickered and extended his hand for you to take, which you happily did.
Hand holding was normal between friends, right? What.. what are you even thinking about? Damn you Eunseok for putting things into your head. The three of you made it out to Sion's car– Riku in the passenger seat and you in the backseat. As much as you enjoyed being in Sion's car, you hated sitting in the backseat due to Sion's past adventures with his ex-girlfriends. If you really focused and pressed your ear against the seat, you would hear small “papa.. papa..” coming from his seats.
THE DORM WAS QUIET when the three of you entered, the lights flickered on as soon as a presence was felt. Riku was the first one on the couch, a groan coming out of his lips. You were the second one, taking the spot next to him. Sion was the last one, laying on the couch with a thump.
⠀⠀"Remind me why we got this weak fucking couch?" Sion muttered as he tried getting comfortable, the couch moving slightly with each movement.
⠀⠀"Because you fucked out the old couch with Winter," Riku rolled his eyes at Sion's words, “can't believe you ruined that perfectly good couch, just to get your dick wet.”
⠀⠀"You fucked on that couch too, Ri. Don't try to be all innocent all of a sudden."
Topics like sex wasn't taboo with you three, but hearing your two male best friends casually talk about fucking on the old couch made you shift in your spot. You weren't a virgin, thanks to being set up by Yunjin, but it had been a while since you were dicked down. Silence fell upon you and the two men took a glance at you.
⠀⠀"How about you, Y/N? You ever fucked someone on the old couch?"
You shook your head as a no, “I never got the chance to, but it sounds like I didn't miss out on much."
Riku smirked at your response and inched closer to you, his hand close to your thigh. “Want to get another chance?” His words came out like turning on the faucet, no hesitation at all. You looked at him and opened your mouth to speak until you felt Sion next to you on the other side–his hand coming to caress your back.
Friends offered each other sex, right? Maybe this was just a sick prank they planned in order to make fun of you, but they weren't like that (well except that one time). You awkwardly let out a laugh, “You're not serious, right Ri?”
⠀⠀"Why wouldn't he be serious about it?" Sion whispered in your ear as the two men beside you began putting their hands on your thighs. Riku inched closer to the inner fabric of your skirt, “You'll let us do this to you, isn't that right princess?”
To say you weren't turned on would be a lie, yet something inside you knew this was wrong. If you let them do what they wanted, it would ruin the friendship between all three of you, yet that wasn't you were thinking when you nodded at their words. Sion's lips went from your ears all the way towards your neck, placing kisses while Riku turned your head to face him, kissing you.
Having your best friends kiss you like this was clouding your judgement. It overwhelmed your system as you had Riku kissing you like he was a starved man. His grip on your cheek and on your left thigh was intoxicating, meanwhile Sion's wet kisses slowly became hickeys–painting a canvas on your neck.
Sion's hand went further into your skirt, caressing your inner thigh as he got to the middle of your sex. The older male chuckled in your neck, “We've barely done anything, yet she's already beginning to drench her panties. You really wanted this, didn't you Y/N?"
Riku pulled away and a short whine came out of your lips, your eyes focusing on the men next to you. The younger male moved you so he would be right behind you, his bulge pressing up against your back. “Let's have Sionie see you, hmm?” Riku's hands went up to your tank top, pulling the straps down giving them a clear view of your white lacy bra. “You wore this just for us, only for us to see, to feel.” Sion's hands quickly cupped your breasts, musingly pulling down the lace bra with ease. His fingers rubbing your areolas causing your back to arch on Riku's body, further pressing you further into him as Sion began sucking on the skin.
Given the fact you felt like you were completely leaking onto couch and the stimulation Sion's hands and mouth was giving you, it wasn't very clear when Riku slid your panties to the side and began inserting two fingers into your warm pussy. Your throat processed your moan as you focused on the pleasure you were receiving. You saw how Sion's hand went down to finger you as well. Riku's fingers met Sion's as the pair began thrusting their fingers into you.
Your moans became louder as their fingers began curling into you, finding your g-spot. Riku was quick to shut you up by covering your mouth, “Shhh.. be quiet baby, we don't want a complaint this late into the semester.” Fuck the semester, you didn't care about anything else other than the two men who were making you feel like heaven.
⠀⠀"Please.. please, fuck- fuck- I'm gonna come!" You gasped as the pressure in your stomach kept getting stronger. Your head rested on Riku's shoulder as you had no idea who was rubbing your clit, but everything had come to a stop, causing you to cry out. “No.. please. Please let me come, please.. please..” Pathetic pleads came out yet were muffled by Riku's hand over your mouth. Your cries were short lived as the man behind you pushed you forwards to your other best friend. The younger male's hands rubbed against your skirt to which he pulled up, exposing you to him.
Sion's hands fixed your hair, wiping your tears as he kissed you. His kisses were soft with a sense of urgency, he cradled your face before pulling away and forcing your head down to his lap. “Want to make your Sionie feel good?”
“Yes.. please I want to make you feel good..” You pulled down Sion's pants along with his underwear, causing his cock to spring out. He was pretty, and pink with pre-cum oozing out of the flushed tip. As soon as you licked the tip, you felt Riku insert his cock into you–a series of moans coming out from each person.
The man behind you thrusted his hips into your wet pussy back and forth as your mouth was full of Sion's cock. With the hollowing of your cheeks and the moans being vibrated through Sion's cock, he began thrusting into your mouth, holding your head steadily. Your pussy and mouth were both getting penetrated by your two best friends.
Riku's hips stuttered as his groans became louder with each thrust, “This fucking pussy belongs to the both of us. How fucking perfect our little best friend is, how perfect her pussy is sucking me in.” Sion's hands let go of your head giving you a breather as you jerked him off, resting your head on his pelvic area.
⠀⠀"Fuck– I'm gonna cum in this pussy," A whine came out of you, “Yeah? You want me to cum in you princess? I'll give it to you.” Riku's thrusts came to a stop as he spilled out completely in you, a moan coming out of his mouth. Your hands unknowingly gripped Sion's cock causing him to whimper and cum all over your face. The warm substances you felt in between your inner thighs along with your face was present; your body laid on the couch with your two best friends. You felt Riku pull out, his cock softening due to the change in pressure, and his fingers collecting the cum leaking out of you.
Riku brought his cum-covered fingers to your mouth, to which you obliged by sucking his fingers clean, “Jesus fucking Christ, you still can't get enough..” Sion moved your head onto one of the pillows as he tucked himself back into his jeans, getting up to bring a towel. You moved your body so you could face Riku, who had a drop of sweat dripping on his flushed face. He fixed your top, along with your bra, and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “You did so well for us, baby.”
You nodded and closed your eyes. Sion quickly came back and cleaned you up from the messes the pair did to you, starting from the face then to your lower region. “Here Ri, put that in the laundry basket," is what you heard when Sion lifted you to bring you to the bathroom. The older placed you on the sink and you opened your eyes to see two men in front of you again. You smiled and gave them both a hug, forcing them to hug each other too.
You pulled away and sighed, “I love you two but I really need to pee and I should shower too.” You hopped off the sink counter and pushed the guys out of the bathroom. They both began to protest your actions until that was you said they could join you in the shower. Closing the door, you walked to sit on the toilet–not necessarily rethinking your choices but definitely wanting to rest from what happened.
⠀⠀"We'll be waiting for you babe!"
⠀⠀"Seriously hyung?"
⠀⠀"What? Is it not true? Plus we need to be more aware with her."
Although your dynamic as friends is gone, it definitely got better by getting two guys who like you–so be the fact they were your best friends. Maybe life really is like the movie Challengers…
written by monica (fraktsify)
— &. NOTES › im on the #OnRi brainrot. not my best work but i have been feeling #Freaked out so hello dubai ❤️ i want two boyfriends to dress them the same, i feel like i should say that this has a #Playlist so pls click on the dressed up! title :3
synopsis :: everyone is convinced Yushi is some submissive puppy that never says no to his girlfriend but how would they react to seeing this.
tags :: suggestive (spitting, marking, and light choking), both are freaks fr, little fluff at the end, established relationship, Yushi (he needs his own warning istg).
A/N: I think I mayhaps be falling in love with writing all over again, writing these small blurbs is so freeing and fun omg also we love freak! yushi 🤤 (can u tell im ovulating these days.)
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Tokuno Yushi, the embodiment of sunshine wrapped in awkward limbs, contagious laughs, and a soft voice that could melt anything and anyone.
Due to his soft and caring nature people often assume he is completely harmless.
His friends often joking about how you were clearly the dominant one.
Oh, how wrong they were.
You wonder what would happen if they all saw him right now; hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and arms caging you between his unforgiving gaze and strong arms.
If Yushi was to be described with one word right now— it would be insatiable.
And you loved nothing more than to get on his last nerve, further adding to the fuel his friends light by challenging him.
"Cat got your tongue now, baby?" He whispered in your ear, breath hitting your sensitive skin.
You remain silent.
"Oh? You wanna be like that?" His voice laced with something that sent shivers down your spine in utter thrill.
The hand that was gripping your waist slowly moved to your chest then neck, feathery touches leaving goosebumps in their wake on your hot skin.
He held your neck tighter, not enough to block your oxygen but enough to make your breath hitch and finally look into his eyes.
You lean closer instinctively, eyes wide and blown from unfiltered need.
He tsks at you for even daring.
"You've been such a bad girl today, I don't think you deserve a kiss, baby." He hummed, soft eyes that once twinkled now replaced with dark irises clouded with undeniable desire.
His lips moved with patience that only made your pulse spike. He sucked right below your ear knowing how sensitive you were there. The little sounds you let out were like a drug, his teeth grazing your delicate skin until purple and red mark bloomed.
His master piece.
His gaze demanded total and complete submission but you lived for the way it pissed him off when you defied his orders, purposely biting your lips do not give him a reaction until some spilled.
You jut your lips out into a faux pout pretending to play innocent.
"I have no idea what you mean, Yushi." His name falling from your tongue like sin, eyes challenging his own before they dropping to his lips.
He chuckled picking up this little game you were playing.
"Yeah?" He leaned closer again, knee between your thighs as he trapped you further between him and the plush bed sheets.
"You don't remember bragging about how you were, oh what was it again?" His lips hovers over your ear, "totally in charge?"
You laugh lightly, "noooo." You avoid his eyes, suddenly finding every piece of furniture more interesting.
"Y/n." He called out biting back the smile making its way towards his lips at how cute you were being especially with his marks adoring your smooth skin.
Going from bossy to this.
Only for him.
That made the blood rush in his veins.
His fingers dug just a little deeper while holding your jaw, manhandling you however he wanted and you loved every second of it.
Cheeks squished and pout more exaggerated, he laughs at the adorable sight. His sweet girlfriend who was so confident she was in full control.
"Open." He asked— no demanded, leaving no room for further arguments.
You don't need to be told twice, mouth opening in anticipation, shame no longer lingering as lust took over your mind and body completely.
His knees pressed against your middle closer making you gasp at the contact.
Without ever looking away, a spurt of saliva fell from his lips right into your awaiting mouth.
You eagerly wait for his next command.
"Swallow." He smiles when he sees you listen to him so well.
"Good girl." His lips capture yours next, no time for hesitation. Catching you off guard before you melt into him more and more like your body needed him to breathe and live.
His lips hungry and greedy, swallowing all the pretty sounds falling from your lips.
"Y-u-yus—" You whimper quietly like a secret being sealed between each heated kiss.
He steals all the air from your lungs now not giving you a break until your brain could only think of one thing: Yushi. Yushi. Yushi. Yushi.
His free hand moved to your scalp, tugging on your strands just how you liked it, your sounds getting louder.
Mischievous smile on his lips as he finally pulled away to let you both breathe.
The string of spit connected between you two slowly fades as he pulls away.
You blush madly looking at your boyfriend like a god you worshiped, and truthfully, you did.
He leans closer again resting his forhead against your own, noses touching but with the sound of a knock interrupt you both from your haze.
You blink.
Yushi fixes his posture, dark eyes suddenly returning to their innocent shine that beamed like he didn't just wreck you completely.
You blink again.
"Coming!" He called out like he wasn't just tongue deep in your mouth.
It's like he just snapped back to being "normal" and you were completely caught off at his duality.
"You want to go get some boba with the guys, baby?" He asks you ever so casually, voice no longer holding authority but rather a gentleness you've grown to love.
