your nose aches, plastered firmly against the double stacked flat pillow of your bed. the pale blue pillowcase snugly fit around the two pillows, concealing the aged stains and uneven fluff and harboring the faint scent of your shampoo. you take in abrupt breaths through your parted lips between each cruel thrust, only for the air to be knocked from them as soon as the lean hips pounded against yours.
you regret digging into your savings for things that now seem entirely useless, instead of letting the hidden cash collect a few bills larger to purchase a brand new mattress. the aged springs of your current bed creak terribly, sounding loudly in the room among his strangled groans, the slapping of skin, and the venomous hiss of your stepfather's words.
“why are you crying, little girl?” he taunts, his scorching breath fanning your ear. “you wanted a daddy, didn’t you?”
you whimper into your pillow, your fingers trembling as you clutched your sheets in what you couldn’t decide was fear or anger. you don’t speak, focusing on trying to keep yourself conscious between each brutal blow to your cervix.
rough hands twist your hair, yanking your head up from the pillow with a painful pull of your neck. you cry out softly, the creaky bed springs sounding even louder without the obstruction of your hair in your ears. “I asked you a fucking question,” he grits, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “answer it.”
you hiccup, the tears that soaked into your pillow now rushing down your face, “y-yes…”
he moans, hips rutting faster, his chest pressing into your back, the thin fabric of your shirt the only thing keeping him from touching your skin. “tell me you want me. tell me you want your daddy, little bitch.”
“I…” you swallow thickly, “I want you, jeno...”
one of his hands slithers up your arm, wrapping itself around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your heart thump even harder against your chest. “call me ‘daddy’. that’s what you want so bad, isn’t it? bitching and moaning about your real daddy. I’m your daddy now so fucking say it.”
you sniffle, taking in a rough breath as you feel his fingers squeeze harder. “daddy,” you croak. “I want you, daddy.”
“fuck, that’s it,” he grunts, lost in the steady rhythm of his assault. “do you hear how pathetic you sound? begging for a daddy at your age. you’re so… incredibly… fuck… pathetic. aren’t you?”
you nod as far as you can, feeling strands of your hair tearing from your scalp. “yes, daddy, I’m…” you hiccup, your entire body quivering in agony that seems to ripple through every inch of your being. “I’m pathetic.”
he groans lowly, clearly pleased. “yes, you are… a pathetic but sweet, pitiful thing.” his nose rubs against the soft spot behind your ear, inhaling the scent of your sweat and despair deeply. “say it again. say it until you believe it.” he thrusts again, pausing deep inside you. “because your daddy’s always right… isn’t he, sweetheart?”
"i'm not doing it, jeno" you grimace, brows cinched together in disgust as you struggle against the firm hand tangled in your hair. jeno's pants are strained, bulge pushing and pulsing against the dark material.
jeno simply huffs, shifting in withering chair he was always glued to when you were around. he wordlessly reaches for the button of his pants right below your nose, popping it. the material slides against your skin and you push against his hold again.
annoyed, jeno rolls his eyes, "you've done worse. i think you can handle my dick in your throat."
warmth seeps through the fabric, a heady scent attached to it. "i said no," you state, though your voice holds hesitation. "no more."
jeno huffs in irritation, roughly pulling his fingers from your hair. “you want it, don’t you?”
your hand holds the area, feeling a light pulse beneath your fingers. “I brought enough this time.”
jeno watches your gaze flicker to the table beside him where a small stack of cash is thrown lazily beside an open can of soda. he rolls his tongue in his mouth, leaning forward until his face lingers near yours. he pinches your cheeks between his fingers, the skin rough and calloused against your face. “I raised the price.”
you glance at the money again, “it’s more than enough.”
"just start fucking sucking," jeno says, his voice low and calm but his eyes are blazing. he roughly shoves your head backwards, glaring at you as he leans back in his chair, yanking his pants down his thighs, "or i'll tell everyone you let me fuck you to get your fix."
jeno liked it at first. the initial struggle against his bigger frame and the mess you made all on your own. though, it quickly got old. the pleas for mercy and calls for help never stopped even as he made you orgasm time and time again, moans you were unable to withhold telling him how much your body liked it.
but jeno quickly realized that he didn't like the dramatics. your puffy, weepy eyes and swollen, blotchy face only made him want to roll his eyes. your hiccups and unintelligible babbles loosened the coil in his stomach, taking him out of the euphoric bliss consuming his every thought. covering your mouth with his knobby fingers was annoying to maintain and often failed to truly silence you. jeno didn't want to hear you. he didn't want to see you.
he couldn't take it anymore. the annoyance was almost unbearable, making jeno consider finding a new, easier thing to play with. he just wanted to get off and relieve the weight of his balls and calm his brain which was filled to the brim with lewd fantasies. you were easily accessible and while you weren't exactly jeno's type, the fluttering hole between your legs made up for it. you were tight enough and more experienced than most, allowing jeno to bury his length into you with no problem but one. the crocodile tears that dripped from your eyes the moment you caught sight of jeno lurking near your bedroom door.
he's seen the position in porn, heads squeezed between muscular thighs and held down by the weight of unknown men, throats acting as pulsing pussies for throbbing cocks, and slick cunts positioned within reach for eager tongues.
it was harder to get you into the position than he expected, your legs kicking against his face, and your fingernails digging into his thighs as he settled on top of you. his cock didn't slide in as easily as he thought it would, making jeno's lips quirk in amusement. the boasts of how effortlessly you took a cock down your throat were a lie after all. the smile was quickly wiped off his face, replaced with a harsh bite to his lower lip as he paused. the feeling of your contracting throat stimulating his sensitive dick, almost doing the work for him.
jeno didn't stay still for long, rutting his hips against your face as you spluttered around his cock. he growled lowly, no irritating noises of resistance. all he could hear was a wet sound, louder than your cunt ever was. he felt drool pooling in your mouth, sliding out of the corners and smearing onto his thighs with every thrust, falling to the ground in thick strings.
he let his tongue roam your squirming thighs, digging his teeth into the supple skin when you kicked too hard. the scent of your arousal grew stronger, wetness covering his chest with quiet squelches as he moved. amusement crept up on him again, the corners of his lips curling as he forced himself deep into your throat.
Jeno pushes a hot cup of tea under your nose. The hot steam made your head snap up, sleepy eyes taking a few extra seconds to meet his gaze as the start of a headache brewed behind them. You blink slowly at him, the warmth of the drink burning your chin.
“You look terrible,” he points out, stirring his tea.
He looks a lot better than you do, but that was to be expected.
Jeno Lee always looks good. It’s a fact. The heir to the Lee family has to be. And Jeno is never one to disappoint.
It was supposed to be a casual meeting. Tea at noon, nothing special. Unspoken casual dress code. So, you didn’t bother dressing up. Your worn loungewear set was far from your normal feminine attire of dresses and skirts, but it’s comforting, warm and safe. The hoodie is hanging off your shoulder, exposing the strap of your white bra. Your hair is messy, only styled enough to keep you from looking more exhausted than you feel. To the best of your ability, at least. You still feel your hair falling out of its lazy style. You didn’t bother with makeup, leaving your blemishing, sallow skin natural and without coverage. You feel self-conscious under his unwavering gaze.
On the other hand, Jeno is wearing his usual black slacks and a white button-down that fit him to perfection. His dark hair frames his face in the same way it always does, charming and youthful yet refined and sophisticated. His silver watch and rings are polished and gleaming too brightly for your eyes. He’s sitting perfectly straight, shoulders pushed back and chin high. He looks down at you, staring hard but you have spent enough time with him to catch the worry beneath the surface. The top button of his shirt is undone, a weak attempt of looking casual. You would bet that he had only done that when he saw your attire. He’s nice like that. You let your eyes wander over his sunken collarbones and up the side of his neck, skin pale and smooth.
Though, now that you’re taking a closer look at his features if you were really nitpicking, his eyebags appear a little darker, deeper, than normal. That’s odd. Maybe you should ask him if he had slept okay. His eyes had always given him more of a tired appearance, especially up close. But the purple under his eyes is just a shade deeper than usual.
“Thank you, Jen. Really. I had no idea,” you roll your eyes, holding your head up on your palm and reaching for the honey to sweeten your drink. You aren’t a fan of your best friend’s bitter brews.
He sighs, taking the jar of honey from your weak hand. “Well,” he pops the lid with ease, “I was stating the obvious.” He takes the honey wand from the jar and twirls it over your cup as you watch the sugary syrup fall into your drink.
“That enough?” he asks.
You stare at the teacup, contemplating. You did have a rough night. “More,” you decide.
He obliges without a word, spinning the newly loaded stick over the porcelain with his long, graceful fingers.
“That’s good,” you whisper. He retreats his hand and you stir the drink carefully, inhaling the sweet herbal scent.
“So?” he spoke, sighing with a slight raise of his brow, “what happened this time?” He appears unimpressed and you feel instant annoyance.
You glare at him, “you make me feel crazy when you ask like that.”
“I don’t mean to,” he begins, “it’s just…”
“Just what?” you snap. You know how it sounds, but you aren’t crazy.
Jeno sighs softly before taking a sip of his tea.
You scoff, “you don’t believe me.”
It hurts knowing nobody believes you, that they all think of you as some sleep-deprived basket case. But Jeno? Your best friend?
“I didn’t say that.” His voice is gentle and you relax immediately as his cold hand moves to rest on yours.
“Sounds like it,” you grumble, pout settling on your lips.
“I told you not to stay in that house all alone,” he points out, pushing the teacup a tad with his thumb. You take a sip. Your tongue is scalded by the boiling temperature and then soothed by the sickly sweet taste. Too much honey…“Maybe you’re psyching yourself out. That’s all I’m saying.”
“I’m not.” You focus on the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the table, “I know what I saw.” You exhale, putting your hands over your eyes in frustration, “what I continue to see. I’m not crazy, Jeno.”
“Okay,” he breathes, “okay.”
You sit in silence for a moment. As you pull your hands from your face, Jeno’s intense glare sends a shiver up your spine. The glint in his eyes is unfamiliar.
“So, what happened?”
You sigh. Why does he wanna know so badly? He didn’t seem to believe you just moments ago.
You shrug, looking away, “nothing.”
The tapping of his fingers picked up speed. “What happened,” your brow furrows as he says your name. His tone is much more assertive than the one he typically speaks to you with. His insistence made you shift uncomfortably.
“There was someone outside my window again,” you whisper, “watching me.” It isn’t the whole truth, but hopefully, it’s enough to satisfy him.
He takes a deep breath and hums, “watching you…”
You groan, “see? You don’t believe me. If I had proof I’d show you and laugh in your face when you realize I’m telling the truth.”
“Don’t you,” he says flatly. His tone made it sound more like an accusation than a question.
You blink, suddenly itchy. The image of the dark bruises on your thighs cross your mind, ruined panties thrown into the garbage, sheets tumbling in the dryer, “no.” You need to change the subject. “Hey, are you okay?”
It’s normal for Jeno to be impersonal. But it feels like you’re speaking to someone else. Someone that isn’t your friend. You curse yourself for having the thought. You really need sleep.
He takes a few seconds to respond, “fine. Why?”
You shake your head, running your tongue over your chapped lips. “I just don’t wanna talk about it. Let’s move on?”
His gaze focuses on your mouth. His fingers halt their movements, “sure.”
You’re going insane.
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One. Two. Three.
One. Two. Three.
You don’t react. Finally, you were deep in slumber. Jeno smirks, he had waited all day for this. But you were persistent tonight, taking longer than usual to succumb to your exhaustion. Your eyes shut slowly as you tried to keep yourself awake.
Removing his finger from the window, Jeno reaches for the sliding window. It opens with no resistance. Unlocked. His suspicions are confirmed. You want this. You like it. He pushes himself into your home, making sure only his gloved hands touch the glass of the window. His feet land on the floor with a quiet thump. He sees a muddy footprint on the carpet. Shit.
He pulls the mask from his face, puffing out a breath. He wipes the sweat from his forehead and pushes away the damp hair. The mask is a necessary precaution, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying.
Jeno stares at the print and debates if he should clean it up. He knows you won’t tell anyone. You’re embarrassed about being taken advantage of by what you perceive to be a masked stranger every night. Ashamed that you can’t protect yourself. Humiliated that you’re weak and left at his mercy.
He bites his lip at the thought of your expression when you find it in the morning. When you get down on your knees and scrub it until it’s gone even when you know that the perpetrator will be back as soon as the moon shines high in the sky.
A grin overtakes his face. Jeno shoves his head into the mask once more, shoving his hair into the fabric. He adjusts it until it aligns with his darkened eyes.
He licks his lips as he stares at you. For someone that claims to be so frightened, you sure do give him something to look at. Your slip does little to conceal your breasts, and it slid up enough to give him a peek at the soft skin of the tops of your thighs, far too close to your heat. His mouth waters as he looks up and down your body.
He notices the sparkle of the bracelet he had given you on your right wrist. The charm with your first initial hung from the side of your wrist and onto the mattress. Your fists are clenched, the color of your nails combined well with the light and the soft green of your comforter.
Jeno shifts closer, making sure to take hard steps, leaving a trail of mud to the edge of your bed. He removes his shoes and his gloves, climbing onto the mattress. You’re limp and your chest is heaving slowly with your breathing. He sighs, happy to be so close to you again.
He nears, sliding a hand up your calf from your toes. Your skin is smooth beneath the pads of his fingers. He grabs your ankle and slides it up his chest over his shirt. He bites his lip. Jeno kisses your ankle gently, nuzzling his face into the skin, and rubbing it against his cheek. He attempts to ignore your white panties peeking out from under your slip. He has to be patient.
He takes his time kissing up your legs, sucking harsher and harsher as he draws closer and closer to your cunt. Soft groans are falling from his lips while unconscious sighs leave yours. He nibbles on the skin of your thighs until they bloom dark marks, appearing like a garden of different colored flowers alongside the fading ones from the nights before. Unable to refrain, he presses his tongue flat on your cunt, where he knows your bud is. He has your body mesmerized at this point. He knew all your tells, all your sounds, and every inch of your body.
Your pussy smells so delicious that he can’t resist the light kiss he places on it. He’ll be back. He hauls himself up, removing his shirt before climbing on top of you, body flush to yours, feeling every curve and dip of you as he inched towards your lips. Your slip bunched as his body dragged it up your midsection. He littered kisses on your collarbones, inhaling your sweet body wash. Your slow and steady heartbeat filled his ears. He runs his tongue up your neck and kisses your still lips. He uses his tongue to force your lips open, enough for him to eagerly kiss you, spitting into your mouth to create wet noises.
He runs his hands up and down your sides, bunching the slip up further and further. Your thighs are open wide, accommodating him. You wouldn’t do such a thing if you aren’t enjoying this. Even if it is in your sleep. When you’re vulnerable and pliable...
Jeno grows impatient, opting to keep his clothes on instead of pressing his hot, bare skin against yours as he takes you. He shoves down his pants with a groan, pulling your panties to the side he aligns himself and slides in, releasing a shaky breath as you clench around him. he missed you so much. A day was far too long to go without this delicious pressure. He gropes your tits as he thrusts in and out of you with just enough force to keep you asleep. You’re breathing unevenly as you tighten further.
“Fuck,” he moans, rolling your nipple between his fingers. His free hand moves to your clit, rubbing viciously as he expertly rolls his hips, withholding his orgasm to feel the way you leak around his cock when you cum. He savors every second, every pulse and clench of your gummy walls taking his cock. It takes only a few seconds for you to start spasming around him.
He grunts loudly, spilling inside your hole. Jeno feels the mixture of his release and yours sliding down his balls from your pulsing pussy.
When he pulls out, he cleans himself off but makes sure to leave your thighs spread and the cum inside your cunt while he sits to watch you sleep.
free use + manipulation where naive, slightly bimbo reader thinks it’s the norm to be a cumdumpster for her bestie/roommate Jeno, under the guise of her thinking blueballs is an actual thing that’s life threatening
rating: 18+. mdni.
you're so sweet, jeno thinks, strong grip on your hair, ruining it's shape as he pulls on it, arching your back as he cums. but so, so dumb. sometimes he wonders if you think at all, going through life blind with only him to guide you, unaware when he has less than pure intentions.
jeno doesn't remember when it began, years have passed since then and you still see no issue with the lie he had told you so long ago. relationships came and went, always ruined when they discovered that you bent over whenever and wherever jeno pleased, letting him flip your skirt or yank your shorts down, push inside you and paint your walls white to fix his painful problem that he convinced you only you can fix.
sometimes jeno went as far as to fuck you in front of your short-term lovers, using you before their very eyes until you were a drooling, cum-filled mess. mumbling about how relieved you are that jeno will be okay after you helped him empty his heavy balls.
but you still cried as each person walked out the door, questioning what you did wrong again. how could they be upset with you for helping jeno out when he desperately needs it? when his cock swells and aches and craves the relief. this is what best friends do. support each other, help each other. and you help so much, by letting him treat you like a doll he can take advantage of at any time.
"they just don't understand, bun," he'd say, pulling your used body into his arms. "you're just helping me. and you love helping me, right?"
you nod into his chest, wet patches forming under your eyes before you obediently slide into his lap when he lightly taps your hips, ready to help him once more.
content: noncon, stepcest (?), jeno x na!reader ft jaemin
word count: ~1k
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you look away from your reflection staring back at you, the creaks of your bed sounding almost in time with the white numbers ticking with each passing second. but jeno can't seem to get enough.
jeno grunts deeply behind you, slowing his pace to slam into you with all his strength. it knocks the breath from your lungs, your jaw falling slack as your arms fall underneath your weight. your face hits your pillow, covering most of the cameras view when you muster enough strength to lift it.
your appearance catches your attention again, black streaks painting your cheeks as tears roll down the surface. your hair is ruined, gone was the hairstyle you had spent so long working on. you're grateful you hadn't put lipstick on yet when jeno shoved his way into your bedroom for the third consecutive night. each night was worse than the last, pushing your boundaries further and further.
the notification that falls from the top of jeno's phone screen, draws a gasp from you.
jaem
you on your way?
your eyes widen, the words replaced by jeno's blissed out face as the notification slides back up the screen. "j-" is all you can manage to say before you're cut off by another involuntary whimper.
jeno ignores you, continuing his actions.
jaem
?
another broken syllable of jeno's name bubbles from your throat dies in the air, overshadowed by the squeaks of wood, low groans, and slapping of skin.
seconds pass before the screen flashes, ending the recording as a picture of your brothers face replaces yours. you shut your eyes, trying to rid your mind of your brothers name flashing on the screen and the vibrations that come with it.
the rhythmic vibrations catch jeno's attention. "give it me," jeno breathes. you shake your head. jeno gives your ass a harsh smack, "i said give it to me."
you whimper as he continues thrusting, reaching shakily for the cellphone. you squeeze tears from your eyes as you start to reach behind your back. jeno yanks it from you, removing one hand from your hips to press the green answer button. he adjusts the phone between his ear and his shoulders.
"hey," he grunts.
you hear nothing, jaemin's voice drowned in the lewd noises filling your bedroom.
you watch jeno's eyebrows furrow as he grinds his hips against yours, "huh?"
more silence.
"fucking some slut," jeno says between his teeth. "she loves it. squeezing me so tight."
jeno lets out a short laugh through his nose. "you'd like that wouldn't you?" he teases. dark eyes lock with yours and a smirk slowly grows on his face at your panicked expression, "you want to?"
jeno's eyes stay on yours as he pulls his phone from his ear, tapping one single button before holding the device out to you. "take it." your lips quiver. "jaemin wants to listen." you can hear the amusement in his voice and you frantically shake your head, eyes pleading. you hear noise coming from the phone but jaemin doesn't speak.
please, you mouth with a single shake of your head again.
jeno rolls his eyes, tossing the phone in your direction. it lands beside your ear. you look away from it, crying at the fact that jaemin can hear you so clearly, the speaker mere inches from your heaving mouth.
"jeno," jaemin finally says, "don't think you're doing it right. i can't hear a thing."
jeno takes it as a challenge, adding pressure to the middle of your back, arching it. you can't contain a string of lewd moans as your eyes flutter shut and your body goes stiff.
"there you go," jaemin murmurs, "that's it, baby."
the pet name makes you nauseous, jeno's brutal pace adding to the feeling settling in your stomach, "s-top, jeno, please."
jaemin pauses, "y/n?"
jeno's body reacts to the static call of your name, a heady moan tumbling from his throat, "shit."
you sniffle, glancing at the man fucking you while trying to distract yourself from jaemin's realization that it's you he's listening to. "jeno," you whisper in his ear, cringing at way it comes out sounding like a moan, "p-lease."
jeno seems to think the same, growling as he ruts into you. "you like it? you like that he can hear you getting fucked by me? y'want me to fuck you harder, huh?"
jaemin says your name again, "s'that you?" you can't place his tone, too fucked out to analyze it. "you're letting my best friend fuck you? with me on the phone?" you wish you had the strength to tell him of the unrelenting grip jeno used to hold you down but all that comes out is a sob of embarrassment and shame. "you slut."
you clench around jeno, making him laugh as he groans, "she's so fucking tight right now, jaem. keep talking."
"if she's reacting like this from just my voice," jaemin's low voice mumbles, "imagine if i was watching. looking her in the eyes as you fuck her slutty pussy. do you want that?"
"no," you force out, pushing back on jeno's hands as you try to move away from the phone, "don't want."
jeno grips your hair, making you yelp as he pulls you towards his chest. "don't lie," he grits, "you're getting tighter. are you close? are you gonna cum?"
"come on, sis," jaemin mocks, "cum for jeno as i listen to you."
content: noncon, stepcest, somnophilia, drugging, stepbrother!jeno x reader
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Jeno knows it’s wrong but no one seems to get him off quite like you can. Jeno thinks it’s because there’s really nothing you can do in state of unconsciousness. When you’re so pliable for him to do as he pleases.
He sees you in his old, worn t-shirts accompanied by soft, thin panties, and even softer thighs. It’s like you draw him in intentionally with the way your legs spread in your deep sleep, and his shirt rides up to your waist, the washed out blue contrasting the color of your underwear.
Your chest moves steadily, deep, peaceful inhales followed by slow exhales. He can feel your breath against his fingers as he runs a gentle hand over your clavicle, testing the waters. Had it worked? You didn’t move. In fact, there was no indication of disruption at all. Jeno’s stomach flutters as the ghost of a smile pulls at his lips.
Jeno takes his time, soaking in every inch of your body as if it was his first time seeing it. Though, that was far from the truth. Jeno had been doing this for some time, slipping fine powder into your dinner as soon as backs were turned. Your father, his mother, and you were oblivious to his actions.
Jeno had just been so desperate the first time, having spent far too much time without any sexual satisfaction. You were so pretty that first day, kindly helping his mother prepare supper in a short sundress, a pure lightly colored pink and his fingers itched to dance over your figure, slip inside your soft walls and split you open to prepare you for his impatient cock. So when he thinks back to the drugs that had been dropped into his hands by a smirking Haechan, Jeno had acted on impulse. And he had yet to regret it.
You smell of vanilla, sweet and light, and Jeno absorbs the scent as he makes his way down your body and back up you legs. Jeno’s nose brushes your upper thigh as he inhales deeply, searching for your natural musk. He digs in closer as he senses it, pressing his face against the seat of your panties, using his tongue to poke at your hole and his nose to nudge at your bud through the barrier of fabric. You don’t stir, leaving him with access to your heat.
You are just as tight around his fingers as you were the first time, clenching down two of his fingers as he works them in and out. Jeno pushes the shirt you wore up further, pressing kisses to your belly as his thumbs work on sensitive buds, one on your heat and the other on your sensitive chest.
Arousal pools around his fingers, and Jeno’s mouth makes its way to your core, flicking his tongue and collecting the smallest bit of wetness. He rolled it across his mouth, savoring the taste as it fused with his saliva. The taste awakened something within him, screaming at him to use you brutally like he had so many nights before.
He bares his teeth as he makes his way up your body again, stopping to pull your flesh between his teeth and pull meanly, freeing his length as he does so. The leaky tip meets your core, lining itself up perfectly to your hole that squeezes around nothing, calling for his cock to fill it.
Jeno pushes inside with one quick thrust and his pace starts immediately, fast snaps of his hips meeting the insides of your thighs he desperately holds on to. He groans, deep and guttural as he stares down your abdomen taking in the curves.
Jeno bites his lip to keep his groans at bay, opening his ears to detect any movement within the house. It’s silent, as it usually was, but his mother was on edge ever since you confided in her, informing her of the soreness between your thighs and tender spots across your body. She tried to come up with excuses, anything to remove the wrinkle from between your brows, but you seemed less and less convinced as more time passes, and she seemed to be running out of explanations. His mother was a light sleeper when there was something so serious on her mind.
Jeno feels himself inch towards his climax as he thinks of what would happen if he was interrupted. If his mother or your father caught him ruthlessly using you, treating you like nothing short of a doll in your sleep, causing the mysterious pain that plagued your mind.
The thought has Jeno cumming, dull alarm rising in his mind as he realizes he hadn’t worn a condom this time. Jeno doesn’t stop until the last drop of him is shoved into your pussy. Watching the stream of pearly white semen slide out of your opening. He let himself wonder what excuse you could come up with to explain the unmistakable substance currently ruining your sheets.
“Play with her clit and she’ll be even more of a whiny thing,” Jeno says, pushing his hand between your thighs. You whine, just as Jeno ensured you would. Your face feels like it’s on fire under the gazes of the men watching you. Your knees feel wobbly as Jeno rubs your clit and repeatedly hits the spot inside you that makes you lightheaded. You reach for Jeno’s arm that’s wrapped around your middle, clawing lightly at his flesh.
Jisung bites his lip, his bulge too big to hide. You make eye contact, whimpering. Jisung puts his hand over his growing cock, palming it for some semblance of relief. You cry, toppling over when Jeno releases you from his grasp. Your head hits the mattress, cheeks buried in Jisung’s clean sheets.
His thighs lay inches from your face, your hot breath sent a shiver up his whole body. “It’s just like fucking your hand, Jisung,” Jeno grunts, “no need for that look.”
When you look up, Jisung is already staring, cheeks bright pink, seemingly entranced by your little show. You were close enough to suck him off and a part of you wanted to. You could replace his hand and pull his aching cock out of its restraints, warming and sucking it. It would take minimal effort, but even that was too much, you were drained, too fucked out to keep your head up.
You mewl as Jeno smacks your ass, pulling your body back towards him, “you like this don’t you?“ You nod weakly, drooling slightly. "See? She’s such a good little test subject. You should give her a go, Jisung.”
