in which jeno gets way too drunk on baby fever and can't stop imagining his boyfriend carrying his kidâeven if it's impossible
content: 3.1k words, sub male reader, established relationship, masturbation (jeno), baby fever, unprotected sex, drunken sex, p in a, breeding kink, delusional!jeno, vivid imaginations of mpreg (fantasies about pregnancy, omfg), daddy kink, body worship-ish, heavy dirty talk, lemme know if i missed anything.
jenoâs usually all smiley and composed at public functions. his years of training made sure of that. that idol polish, the kind that keeps him smiling for cameras even when his jaw aches. most days, he doesnât even think about it. itâs muscle memory by now and heâs doing a great job nailing it. fanservices, stable performancesâhe was flawless. on the outside at least.
it all started when the company floated a filler schedule. it wasnât really heavy, but rather, something wholesome, easy, and âimage-boostingâ for a good cause, for the group as well. a local childrenâs charity is hosting a mid-year fundraiser at a neighborhood community center. thereâd be a few photographers, brief press mentions, and a short visit to the play areas. the group wouldnât even have to perform.Â
SM called it âPRâ, but the dreamies saw it as a breath of fresh air. so when the message came through over breakfast, the group had already agreed before their coffees even cooled down.
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as usual, the event went great. dreamies did their part; some more awkwardly than others. jaemin sat cross-legged across the room pretending to sip plastic tea from a dollhouse set. haechan had somehow acquired a cape and was âflyingâ a squealing boy across the room. while, renjun was in the middle of being hunted by foam-sword-wielding twins and losing spectacularly.
but it was you who caught jenoâs eyes. he stood under a mobile of paper clouds, arms crossed, back against the wall, taking a break from the noise. yet his gaze never left you. similar to how a hunter would watch its prey. he probably didnât even realize how sharp his stare had gotten, but the longer he looked, the quieter he went.
you were magnetic, but not in the way you were on stage. this wasnât charisma. this was something else. a capacity for care.
jeno saw how your body curled instinctively around the little girl dozing against your chest. the way your hands moved without hesitation. wiping, adjusting, and holding children like youâve already done it before. and your bright smile shining at a toddler like nothing else in the world mattered, as if you were made to be needed.
he furrowed his brow without realizing it as a flicker of thought hit him.
you'd make such a good father.
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that brought jeno at this moment, wide awake on his bed, and couldnât sleep. his sheets were too warm, and his pillows were stiffer than usual, but none of that was why he was restless. it was you.
you, earlier that day, seated on the corner of the daycare with children around you like they were born to fit there. the way you held one little girl with one hand supporting her tiny back and the other smoothing her flyaway hairs, humming some tune you probably made up on the spot. she stopped crying after thirty seconds. thirty fucking seconds. he thought maybe you were some kind of child whisperer, and then you fed her, cooed at her, even laughed when she tried to grab your lip while burbling nonsense.
he saw your face softened as she blinked up at you, carrying her like she wasnât heavy or loud or fussy. she was precious. how you calmed her down by saying something dumb and sweet, âyou sleepy, tiny human, huh? yeah, i get it. tell me about it later.â as if the two of you were having a deep conversation, and she giggled. letting out this full-bellied little laugh and smacked your chest with her chubby fist.
and hours later, jeno was hard as fuck under the covers, fist curled around his cock, teeth gritted to keep himself quiet as imaginations looped in his head.
not just you holding a baby. you holding his baby.
you wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts, hair messy, and a sleepy look in your eyes as you bounced a fussy newborn on your shoulder. your voice is soft, and gentle. youâd rock her gently, whisper, âshh, daddyâs sleeping. letâs not wake him up.â
but jeno wouldnât be asleep.
heâd be on the bed, sheets pushed down, hard and already leaking just watching you sway barefoot in the middle of the room. heâd drag his eyes down your thighs, the slight curve of your ass outlined beneath the fabric, and heâd growl, âput the baby down. come here.â
fuck. jeno bit his lip, hips lifting off the bed as his grip tightened. his mind blurred between reality and his delusions. youâd whisper back, smirking, âshe just fell asleepâŚâ
âi donât give a fuck,â he growl at his imagination. âput her in the crib now. i need you.â
heâd grab you the second you were close enough, push you down on the bed, right there next to your baby girlâs stuffed giraffe and baby monitor, and shove your thighs apart, while his mouth was hot at your neck.
âthis is why i fuck you full every time, yeah? look at you. fucking made to be a dad.â
the wet sounds of him jerking himself off filled the room. he stroked over the tip, feeling precum slick his fingers, breathing ragged, and a layer of sweat dampening his chest.
âyou were made to carry my babies,â he muttered aloud needily, âeven if you fucking canâtâ fuckâi donât care. iâll fuck you like you can. again. and again. until it sticks.â
he imagined you glowing and needy, wearing nothing but soft cotton briefs and an oversized shirt you always wore, walking toward him in the kitchen, saying you were craving something bizzare. heâd pin you to the counter, fuck you right there, with his hand on your stomach, âso fucking full of me. god, look at you.â
his cock twitched hard in his fist, letting out a shaky breath, sweat dripping down his neck, while his knuckles turned white from how tight he was gripping his cock.
âyouâd be the best fucking dad,â he murmured, clenching his teeth. âthe way you hold herâfuckâyou were made to be bred.â his balls tightened. the image of you, flushed and panting, moaning his name as he spilled inside you for the third time that night flashed in his brain. and that was it.
he came with a rough groan, cum painting his stomach, the sheets, anywhere, really, his hand couldnât catch. his thighs trembled, breath stuttering in his chest, squeezing his eyes shut, and riding out the filth of his baby fever.
he didnât move for a while. just lay there, chest rising and falling, brain still swimming in the images of you cradling a baby, moaning under him, mouth whispering âjeno, give me more.â
and when his breath evened out, the last thing he said before sleep finally came was muttered into the dark. âi donât care if i canât get you pregnant. weâll just have to try and try again. iâll fuck you like i can anyway.â
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jeno thought maybe blowing a load last night would clear his head, but it didn't. if anything, it just made the image in his head worse. all day, he caught himself looking at you, still a little too long. the way you were bent over the couch arm to grab the remote. humming softly while scrolling your phone. your hair sticking to your neck after a shower. stupid shit that shouldnât have turned him on but it still did.Â
he was across the kitchen when you leaned over the kitchen counter in a thin shirt, laughing at something jaemin joked about kids.
âbet youâd be the strict one,â jaemin said, poking at the fruit bowl. âthe dad with all the rules.â
you snorted. ânah. iâd be the one they run to when they get in trouble. spoil them rotten, then pretend i didnât.â
âthatâs worse,â jaemin laughed. âyouâd have a house full of sugar-high toddlers.â
you just shrugged. âbetter than them being scared of me.â
jeno didnât hear the rest. just that wordâdadâand it was enough to flip something in him. that night, it felt like his skin didnât fit.
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it was late when he stumbled into your room, reeking of whiskey mark had pushed him to drink earlier, thinking itâd take the edge off. but the burn only settled deeper into his skin.
you were already there, the light of your bedside lamp casting warm shadows. jeno barely registered how you looked, just his eyes flickering up to meet yours before his knees buckled, and collapsed onto the bed. you sat up from where you were laying, looking concerned at your boyfriend who was fucking wrecked. âhyungâŚâ
he didnât even bother acting like he wasn't far enough gone to stop pretending he had self-control. ââm sorry, baby⌠been thinking âbout you so much.. âbout having babies with youââ god, he was slurring.
and before you could even process his words, he was already on you. it wasnât even really romantic. he just grabbed your face, kissed you hard, deep, wet while his tongue was already in your mouth before you could gasp.
his hands gripped under your thighs. he shoved your sweatpants and boxers down roughly, letting them fall around your thighs before hoisting you up like you weighed nothing, and straddled you on his lap, chest to chest.
you squirmed a little, trying to keep up, legs wrapping around his waist automatically as his hips rocked up against you. you could feel it. his cock was rock hard, grinding into your ass through layers of fabric, and leaking already.
âyou jusâ donât get it,â he muttered against your lips. âyou donât get it, hm?â you barely had time to respond before his hands slid under your shirt, palms splaying flat over your bare back, and he dragged you closer.
âyouâre drunkââ you tried to speak, but it came out breathy, more of a moan.
âdrunk on you,â he pecked your lips. âfucking waited all nightâall fucking night to get home to this tight little hole and now youâre gonna tell me not now?â
âi see you with kids and i lose mâfucking mind,â he rasped. âi jerked off last night to the image of you holding that baby.â
âjenoââ
âi came so fucking hard just imagining you dripping,â he hissed, while his hands were sliding lower to grip your ass, âand stuffed full.â
you whimpered, and he just grinned. âfuck, you want that too, baby? â then he slurred against your neck, âi think ya do..â
a gasp escaped your lips as he rolled his hips up, his cock grinding up against your ass through your clothes. âfuck,â you breathed, biting your lip.
âyouâre gonna let me put it in raw, baby?â he murmured, mouth at your jaw now, licking and kissing down your neck. âplease? really really wanâ itâŚâ
he didnât wait for an answer, he didnât need one, because your body was already leaning into it, giving in to every word he was sputtering.
he hurriedly stripped himself off of his clothes, then spat into his palm and jerked his cock out. it was thick, veiny, and red at the tip, which slapped wet against his abdomen.
his hand tightened on your waist, fingers digging as he held you still. you hovered for a moment, breath catching, heat pooling low and slow. âsit,â he said, voice rough, âfucking sit on it, baby. let me fill you.â
you sank down slowly, both of you gasping as the stretch hit. he grabbed your waist tighter, helping you slide down inch by inch as his head dropped back when you fully sat down to the hilt. it was enough for his voice to crack.
it was a painful stretch. jenoâs always been big, and sure, youâve already taken him a few times before, but the way he fucks you open always leaves your mouth hanging from how girthy he was.
you were about to moan when he cut you off with a rather desperate kiss. itâs not sweet. itâs every unsaid word heâs choked down all day, ever since he saw you cradle someone elseâs kid. and he kisses you like he wants to make one with you. right here, right now.
you whimper into the kiss, back arching as jeno thrusts slow and low. his hands slide under your shirt, tracing your bare skin before he peels it off, all breath and heat.
âdonât think we canât have one, please,â he murmurs, lips messing around your neck.
you breathe out, dizzy. âjenoâŚâ
he bitesâjust enough to leave you gasping. âdaddyâfuck, call me daddyâwanna be a daddy,â
âand donât look at me like that, baby, please,â he continued hissing, âlike we couldnât try.â
âyouâd take it so well, i know you would. youâre my good boy. see? youâre letting me fuck you slow. wanna fuck you over and over until youâre dripping.â he groaned as he pushed his cock even deeper.Â
âyouâd let me breed you, right?â he pants, voice low and desperate. âeven if you canât get pregnant. youâd let me pretend. youâd let me own your body like that.â
âsay it,â he demanded, âsay you want it.â
âi want it. i want you toâfuckâput a baby in me.â you clenched around him instinctively and he groaned, bucking up once
âshitâdo that again and iâll cum before i even get to knock you up,â his cock twitched violently inside you as he panted.
his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you there, full and pulsing around him as he bounced you, âyouâre not getting off this cock,â he said roughly. ânot until iâve fucked a baby into you.â
he was so turned on. shamefully so that he just started carelessly thrusting up to you. the tip of his cock continues to hit that one soft spot inside of you, and it makes you so dizzy how jeno exactly knows how to leave your mind hanging by a thread.
your legs shaked as you rode him hard, body trembling and struggling to coherently think that the only thing you could do is take it. he buries his cock as deep as it goes, wraps his arms around your waist, and kisses your throat like youâre already carrying him. fuck, drunk jeno is just so delusional.Â
âdaddy needs to cum deep, babyâfuckâjust in case, i have toâwhat if it doesnât take,â he was panting as he thrusts upwards. his voice cracking as the head of his cock bullies that same spot that has you gripping your nails deeply onto his shoulders.
âdaddyâi canâtââ you dazed as he yet again leaves another hickey on your throat.
âi know,â he breathes, eyes locked to yours. âbut what if you could?â
and there it is. that fever-dream logic heâs been clinging to since yesterday.
your bodyâs too pretty like this, covered in sweat, legs trembling, lips parted as you whimper on his lap; your hole so slick and loose, and somehowâstillâit flutters around him like it wants more.Â
âiâve wanted to say something since last night,â he confessed. âi kept telling myself it was stupid. weâre idols. youâre my bandmate. weâre not supposed to want that.â he shook his head slowly, lips brushing yours again. âbut fuckâi want it. i want to see you carrying for me. to see your body all soft and swollen with my kid. i want to ruin you for anyone else.â
and he canât stop himself. nope, not tonight.
your pulse thudded in your ears. he presses a hand to your stomach, palm flat, right where a baby would start if the world made any sense at all. his voice drops to a hush. âyouâd look so beautiful like this. just imagine, babyâsoft and warm, belly round. youâd glow for me. yeah? you wanna be a pretty little househusband?â
you moaned, delirious from how overstimulating it all was, and he thrusts deeper.
âimagine waking up swollen. sore. still dripping from the night before,â he murmurs. âand iâd do it again. iâd rub your back, kiss your stomach, then fuck another load into you before breakfast.â
your nails dig into his shoulders more. heâs still so hard and heavy deep inside you.
âyouâd let me take care of you,â he coos, rocking up into you more, âwouldnât you? youâd be my good boyâstay in bed all day while i work, rub your belly when you get achy. iâd bring you fruit. help you waddle to the shower.â
your breath catches. âfuckâpleaseââ
âand when it kicks?â he grits, picking up his pace, âyouâd grab my hand. make me feel it. tell me itâs ours.â
he wasn't just drunk from the whiskey anymore, if anything, he's more drunk on the image of you carrying his child. even if it's biologically impossible.
your skin sticks against his. your legs shake as orgasm sneaks up on you. it was unbearable and pulsing, your body desperate to cum even as it begs for mercy under jenoâs delusions.
jenoâs hips slam up into youâagain, and again, and againâfucking you through the tremble in your thighs until his voice breaks entirely.
âiâll try again,â he moans. âi donât care how many timesâiâll do it all night.â
he kisses you hard, and then groans against your mouth. âiâm gonna cum inside you,â he pants. âgonna fill you up so deep, baby. just in case this time it works.â
âdaddyâi canâtâ!â
âyes, you fucking can, baby. you take it. ya always do, yeah?â he thrust so deep your back arched. âi thought of breeding you all night. you think iâm gonna stop now?â
you whined, tears streaking your cheeks as your cock throbbed untouched between your bodies. you could feel him hitting deep, every thrust smearing his precum against your walls. every snap of his hips sent heat pooling lower and lower.
âiâm close,â he gasped, voice shaking. âgonna cum in you. gonna knock you up so fucking good, baby. you want that? you want daddyâs drunk load in this sloppy little hole?â
ây-yesâyesyesyesâplease, daddy, i want it, wanna be fullâ!â
he grunted hard, one last thrust slamming in deep and then he was cumming, cock throbbing wildly as he emptied hot, thick ropes inside you. he didnât move, prolly didnât even breathe. he just stayed buried to the hilt while you shook around him, his cum spilling out, sticky and warm along your walls.
you were twitching and sobbing, while your legs trembled around his waist. and jeno just held you there. his cockâs still hard, panting against your ear, drunk and glowing, âmy good boy⌠always so good for daddy.â he panted as he laid you on your back.
âone more round please? wanna make sure youâre fullââ he grunted, pressing and folding you into a mating press. you whimpered softly, and just clung to him. there was no way his cravings wouldn't be satisfied when this night ends. not by a long shot.
content â sub!male reader, dom markminhyuck, group play, possessiveness, manhandling, face-fucking, fingering, spit, messy blowjob, choking (hand on jaw), praise & degradation, overstim, body worship-ish?, sharing, soft mean!mark, mean mean!jaemin, brat!haechan
ive really got nothing fancy to say about this picture. i feel soooo
jaemin lets out a low whistle from where heâs stretched out against the headboard, palm sliding lazy over his cock where it lays heavy on his stomach. his thumb swipes the leaking tip once, then circles it like heâs not even trying to be subtle.
âlook at him,â he mutters. âalready clenching around mark's fingers like heâs gonna cum. no oneâs even fucked him yet.â
you donât answer. canât, really. not when mark's still got you spread open across the bed, fingers curling inside you nice and slow. heâs gentle, as always. taking his time, like heâs trying to memorize every twitch in your thighs, every breath you catch on.
you barely get a second to breathe before haechan flops beside you. heâs grinning already, hand settling warm on your thigh, fingers pressing in tight enough to bruise. his mouth hovers close like heâs about to say something sweetâbut itâs never sweet with him.
âgod, baby,â mark says. âyou love getting passed around, huh?â
mark laughs softly under his breath, still curling his fingers inside you just right. âheâs soaked,â he murmurs. âfeels like heâs already halfway gone.â
your legs twitch again, hips rolling down to chase mark's hand even though itâs already so deep. youâre whining without even realizing it, and thatâs when jaemin shifts forward and grabs you by the jaw.
his handâs just there, holding your face like he owns it. not squeezingâyet. just resting. then his cock slaps wet across your cheek and you flinch. your shoulders jerk up, breath stuttering out before you can stop it. thereâs a split second where you donât even look at him, too focused on the way it stings, the way your skin stung from the contact. but his hand moves fast. he grabs your face, thumb pressing into your jaw, not hardâyet, but itâs threatening, like he wants to bruise it. as if heâs daring you to pull away.Â
jaemin drags your face toward him. he was far from being gentle, his cock still wet where it kissed your cheek. itâs still hard, heavier now somehow, and yâknow heâs waiting for somethingâand you can feel his breath right against your lips, hot and mean.
he stares. not saying anything yet. just watching you flinch, shiver, and trying to keep still under his grip. âso noisy already,â he mutters. it was low enough to make you freeze. âyou were whining backstage, remember that? what were you begging for?â
ânnhâdidnât say anythingââ your voice breaks halfway through, head tipping back when mark hits that spot again and your whole body jumps.
âyou didnât have to,â haechan chimes in, still stroking your cock teasingly. âyour legs were shaking before mark even touched you.â
mark presses a kiss to your thigh, fingers dragging out slow before easing back in deep. âyou like that, sweetheart? like being spread open while they watch?â
you nod without even thinking. âmhmââ
âuse your words.â
âi like it, mark hyungâmâso fullââ
âyouâve taken two fingers,â jaemin cuts in, blank-faced. âdonât act like youâre split on cock already.â
âfeels so big though,â you gasp, as mark pushes in a third. it burns a littleâthick and all the way inâand you sob when he starts to curl them. âfuckâmânot used to this muchââ :((
ânah,â haechan coos, still jerking your cock, treating it like the most precious thing he's ever held. âyou want more, donât you? bet if nana told you to open your mouth right now, youâd drool for it.â
âwonât be necessary,â jaemin huffs as his grip slides into your hair and tugs your head toward his leaking cock. âshow me, baby. show me how pretty boys suck dick.â
your jaw drops without thinking. youâre already shaking, barely holding it together; still though, you let him slide in. heâs thick, mean about it, pushing all the way until your lips are flush to his base. you gag once, then breathe around it.
he stays there. makes you sit with it. one hand gripping your hair, the other bracing the back of your neck as he pushed himself deeper.
âbreathe through it,â haechan murmurs, âyouâve done this before, baby. you got it.â
you moan around it, eyes tearing up. mark's still fucking you gently with his fingers, whispering something into your thigh, but you canât hear him, not really. your cock jerks in haechan's hand and your hips twitch every time jaemin moves, just barely.
âfuck,â jaemin mutters. âyou were made for this.â
âhe loves crying,â mark says quietly, kissing the inside of your thighs. âdonât you, baby? love when we wreck you like this?â
you try to nod again, but youâre too full. cock in your throat, fingers inside you, precum dripping down your dick. your bodyâs not even yours anymore. it belongs to them and youâre just barely holding on :((
âbet your brainâs already leaking out your ears,â haechan grinned, whispering. âyou want us to fuck it right out of you, huh? ruin our baby until he canât even remember his name.â
jaemin pulls out just enough to let you breathe. you suck in air, loud and messy, lips slick with spit. âiâmâiâm already yoursââ
âfuck he said it,â mark groans. well, that did something to him. his fingers are still deep. your holeâs clenching down like it knows somethingâs coming.
âsay it again for me, baby,â jaemin breathes. âcâmon. say it.â
âyours. mâyoursâpleaseââ
jaemin kisses you. hard. wet. tongue pushing in like he owns the space, trying to taste the words you just said.
and then mark pulls his fingers out, just as haechan slides his in.
you gasp loud, back arching off the bed. itâs too muchâhaechan's slick and fast, fingers twisting in deeper than you were ready for.
âfuckâfuck, thatâsââ youâre trembling. your whole bodyâs tight, stuffed full again. âc-canâtââ
âyes you can,â haechan growls at your throat, mouthing along your jaw while his fingers stretch you open. âyouâre our fucktoy, right? our good little boy?â
jaemin's thumb presses your tongue flat again. âgonna make you cum so hard, youâll see stars.â
your bodyâs jerking, hips stuttering into haechan's hand where heâs still stroking your cock. youâre leaking all over his fingers, your hole fluttering around him wantingâno. needing something deeper.
âmâgonnaâgonna cumââ you choke out, right on the edge, canât stop itâ
âdo it,â mark says, soft as ever, his eyes saying i love you. âgo ahead, baby. let go.â
âweâll fuck you for real after,â haechan grins, lips brushing your cheek. âgotta make you cum first so youâll open up real nice.â
new to your blog hiiii i luv your writing so muuccchhh đ want to ask who your bias in nct is/are hehehehe looking forward to your future works
hi bb, thank you n' welcome!
my biases ,, i'm not kidding when i tell you they change on a weekly basis đđđđđđđ one week i'm fixating on mark then the next i'm thirsting over jeno :(((
that aside though, i think my main is jaemin (quite obvious i think), and for 127 it's jungwoo, & yangyang for wayv
HAIII!! Just wondering if your requests will be open eventually or not? No rush or pressure if not!, take your time with whatever you need! Just asking cause I love your writing and am on the hunt for some Kun fics.. thank you and stay safe !! ŕ´Śŕľŕ´Śŕ´ż(áľááľ)
hello! thank you so much ,, it really means a lot that you enjoy my writing :( <3
as for requests, i'm not too sure if or when i'll ever open them formally. uni takes up most of my time lately, and writing has mostly been a self-indulgent outlet when i get the chance. iâm also a bit nervous i wouldnât be able to meet expectations if i opened things up fully ;; that said, i am always open to writing for kun (or any of the wayv members tbh) if inspiration strikes, so you might still see something pop up on the dash sometime <3
content â sub!male reader, dom markminhyuck, group play, possessiveness, manhandling, face-fucking, fingering, spit, messy blowjob, choking (hand on jaw), praise & degradation, overstim, body worship-ish?, sharing, soft mean!mark, mean mean!jaemin, brat!haechan
ive really got nothing fancy to say about this picture. i feel soooo
jaemin lets out a low whistle from where heâs stretched out against the headboard, palm sliding lazy over his cock where it lays heavy on his stomach. his thumb swipes the leaking tip once, then circles it like heâs not even trying to be subtle.
âlook at him,â he mutters. âalready clenching around mark's fingers like heâs gonna cum. no oneâs even fucked him yet.â
you donât answer. canât, really. not when mark's still got you spread open across the bed, fingers curling inside you nice and slow. heâs gentle, as always. taking his time, like heâs trying to memorize every twitch in your thighs, every breath you catch on.
you barely get a second to breathe before haechan flops beside you. heâs grinning already, hand settling warm on your thigh, fingers pressing in tight enough to bruise. his mouth hovers close like heâs about to say something sweetâbut itâs never sweet with him.
âgod, baby,â mark says. âyou love getting passed around, huh?â
mark laughs softly under his breath, still curling his fingers inside you just right. âheâs soaked,â he murmurs. âfeels like heâs already halfway gone.â
your legs twitch again, hips rolling down to chase mark's hand even though itâs already so deep. youâre whining without even realizing it, and thatâs when jaemin shifts forward and grabs you by the jaw.
his handâs just there, holding your face like he owns it. not squeezingâyet. just resting. then his cock slaps wet across your cheek and you flinch. your shoulders jerk up, breath stuttering out before you can stop it. thereâs a split second where you donât even look at him, too focused on the way it stings, the way your skin stung from the contact. but his hand moves fast. he grabs your face, thumb pressing into your jaw, not hardâyet, but itâs threatening, like he wants to bruise it. as if heâs daring you to pull away.Â
jaemin drags your face toward him. he was far from being gentle, his cock still wet where it kissed your cheek. itâs still hard, heavier now somehow, and yâknow heâs waiting for somethingâand you can feel his breath right against your lips, hot and mean.
he stares. not saying anything yet. just watching you flinch, shiver, and trying to keep still under his grip. âso noisy already,â he mutters. it was low enough to make you freeze. âyou were whining backstage, remember that? what were you begging for?â
ânnhâdidnât say anythingââ your voice breaks halfway through, head tipping back when mark hits that spot again and your whole body jumps.
âyou didnât have to,â haechan chimes in, still stroking your cock teasingly. âyour legs were shaking before mark even touched you.â
mark presses a kiss to your thigh, fingers dragging out slow before easing back in deep. âyou like that, sweetheart? like being spread open while they watch?â
you nod without even thinking. âmhmââ
âuse your words.â
âi like it, mark hyungâmâso fullââ
âyouâve taken two fingers,â jaemin cuts in, blank-faced. âdonât act like youâre split on cock already.â
âfeels so big though,â you gasp, as mark pushes in a third. it burns a littleâthick and all the way inâand you sob when he starts to curl them. âfuckâmânot used to this muchââ :((
ânah,â haechan coos, still jerking your cock, treating it like the most precious thing he's ever held. âyou want more, donât you? bet if nana told you to open your mouth right now, youâd drool for it.â
âwonât be necessary,â jaemin huffs as his grip slides into your hair and tugs your head toward his leaking cock. âshow me, baby. show me how pretty boys suck dick.â
your jaw drops without thinking. youâre already shaking, barely holding it together; still though, you let him slide in. heâs thick, mean about it, pushing all the way until your lips are flush to his base. you gag once, then breathe around it.
he stays there. makes you sit with it. one hand gripping your hair, the other bracing the back of your neck as he pushed himself deeper.
âbreathe through it,â haechan murmurs, âyouâve done this before, baby. you got it.â
you moan around it, eyes tearing up. mark's still fucking you gently with his fingers, whispering something into your thigh, but you canât hear him, not really. your cock jerks in haechan's hand and your hips twitch every time jaemin moves, just barely.
âfuck,â jaemin mutters. âyou were made for this.â
âhe loves crying,â mark says quietly, kissing the inside of your thighs. âdonât you, baby? love when we wreck you like this?â
you try to nod again, but youâre too full. cock in your throat, fingers inside you, precum dripping down your dick. your bodyâs not even yours anymore. it belongs to them and youâre just barely holding on :((
âbet your brainâs already leaking out your ears,â haechan grinned, whispering. âyou want us to fuck it right out of you, huh? ruin our baby until he canât even remember his name.â
jaemin pulls out just enough to let you breathe. you suck in air, loud and messy, lips slick with spit. âiâmâiâm already yoursââ
âfuck he said it,â mark groans. well, that did something to him. his fingers are still deep. your holeâs clenching down like it knows somethingâs coming.
âsay it again for me, baby,â jaemin breathes. âcâmon. say it.â
âyours. mâyoursâpleaseââ
jaemin kisses you. hard. wet. tongue pushing in like he owns the space, trying to taste the words you just said.
and then mark pulls his fingers out, just as haechan slides his in.
you gasp loud, back arching off the bed. itâs too muchâhaechan's slick and fast, fingers twisting in deeper than you were ready for.
âfuckâfuck, thatâsââ youâre trembling. your whole bodyâs tight, stuffed full again. âc-canâtââ
âyes you can,â haechan growls at your throat, mouthing along your jaw while his fingers stretch you open. âyouâre our fucktoy, right? our good little boy?â
jaemin's thumb presses your tongue flat again. âgonna make you cum so hard, youâll see stars.â
your bodyâs jerking, hips stuttering into haechan's hand where heâs still stroking your cock. youâre leaking all over his fingers, your hole fluttering around him wantingâno. needing something deeper.
âmâgonnaâgonna cumââ you choke out, right on the edge, canât stop itâ
âdo it,â mark says, soft as ever, his eyes saying i love you. âgo ahead, baby. let go.â
âweâll fuck you for real after,â haechan grins, lips brushing your cheek. âgotta make you cum first so youâll open up real nice.â
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content â sub!male reader, dom markminhyuck, group play, possessiveness, manhandling, face-fucking, fingering, spit, messy blowjob, choking (hand on jaw), praise & degradation, overstim, body worship-ish?, sharing, soft mean!mark, mean mean!jaemin, brat!haechan
ive really got nothing fancy to say about this picture. i feel soooo
jaemin lets out a low whistle from where heâs stretched out against the headboard, palm sliding lazy over his cock where it lays heavy on his stomach. his thumb swipes the leaking tip once, then circles it like heâs not even trying to be subtle.
âlook at him,â he mutters. âalready clenching around mark's fingers like heâs gonna cum. no oneâs even fucked him yet.â
you donât answer. canât, really. not when mark's still got you spread open across the bed, fingers curling inside you nice and slow. heâs gentle, as always. taking his time, like heâs trying to memorize every twitch in your thighs, every breath you catch on.
you barely get a second to breathe before haechan flops beside you. heâs grinning already, hand settling warm on your thigh, fingers pressing in tight enough to bruise. his mouth hovers close like heâs about to say something sweetâbut itâs never sweet with him.
âgod, baby,â mark says. âyou love getting passed around, huh?â
mark laughs softly under his breath, still curling his fingers inside you just right. âheâs soaked,â he murmurs. âfeels like heâs already halfway gone.â
your legs twitch again, hips rolling down to chase mark's hand even though itâs already so deep. youâre whining without even realizing it, and thatâs when jaemin shifts forward and grabs you by the jaw.
his handâs just there, holding your face like he owns it. not squeezingâyet. just resting. then his cock slaps wet across your cheek and you flinch. your shoulders jerk up, breath stuttering out before you can stop it. thereâs a split second where you donât even look at him, too focused on the way it stings, the way your skin stung from the contact. but his hand moves fast. he grabs your face, thumb pressing into your jaw, not hardâyet, but itâs threatening, like he wants to bruise it. as if heâs daring you to pull away.Â
jaemin drags your face toward him. he was far from being gentle, his cock still wet where it kissed your cheek. itâs still hard, heavier now somehow, and yâknow heâs waiting for somethingâand you can feel his breath right against your lips, hot and mean.
he stares. not saying anything yet. just watching you flinch, shiver, and trying to keep still under his grip. âso noisy already,â he mutters. it was low enough to make you freeze. âyou were whining backstage, remember that? what were you begging for?â
ânnhâdidnât say anythingââ your voice breaks halfway through, head tipping back when mark hits that spot again and your whole body jumps.
âyou didnât have to,â haechan chimes in, still stroking your cock teasingly. âyour legs were shaking before mark even touched you.â
mark presses a kiss to your thigh, fingers dragging out slow before easing back in deep. âyou like that, sweetheart? like being spread open while they watch?â
you nod without even thinking. âmhmââ
âuse your words.â
âi like it, mark hyungâmâso fullââ
âyouâve taken two fingers,â jaemin cuts in, blank-faced. âdonât act like youâre split on cock already.â
âfeels so big though,â you gasp, as mark pushes in a third. it burns a littleâthick and all the way inâand you sob when he starts to curl them. âfuckâmânot used to this muchââ :((
ânah,â haechan coos, still jerking your cock, treating it like the most precious thing he's ever held. âyou want more, donât you? bet if nana told you to open your mouth right now, youâd drool for it.â
âwonât be necessary,â jaemin huffs as his grip slides into your hair and tugs your head toward his leaking cock. âshow me, baby. show me how pretty boys suck dick.â
your jaw drops without thinking. youâre already shaking, barely holding it together; still though, you let him slide in. heâs thick, mean about it, pushing all the way until your lips are flush to his base. you gag once, then breathe around it.
he stays there. makes you sit with it. one hand gripping your hair, the other bracing the back of your neck as he pushed himself deeper.
âbreathe through it,â haechan murmurs, âyouâve done this before, baby. you got it.â
you moan around it, eyes tearing up. mark's still fucking you gently with his fingers, whispering something into your thigh, but you canât hear him, not really. your cock jerks in haechan's hand and your hips twitch every time jaemin moves, just barely.
âfuck,â jaemin mutters. âyou were made for this.â
âhe loves crying,â mark says quietly, kissing the inside of your thighs. âdonât you, baby? love when we wreck you like this?â
you try to nod again, but youâre too full. cock in your throat, fingers inside you, precum dripping down your dick. your bodyâs not even yours anymore. it belongs to them and youâre just barely holding on :((
âbet your brainâs already leaking out your ears,â haechan grinned, whispering. âyou want us to fuck it right out of you, huh? ruin our baby until he canât even remember his name.â
jaemin pulls out just enough to let you breathe. you suck in air, loud and messy, lips slick with spit. âiâmâiâm already yoursââ
âfuck he said it,â mark groans. well, that did something to him. his fingers are still deep. your holeâs clenching down like it knows somethingâs coming.
âsay it again for me, baby,â jaemin breathes. âcâmon. say it.â
âyours. mâyoursâpleaseââ
jaemin kisses you. hard. wet. tongue pushing in like he owns the space, trying to taste the words you just said.
and then mark pulls his fingers out, just as haechan slides his in.
you gasp loud, back arching off the bed. itâs too muchâhaechan's slick and fast, fingers twisting in deeper than you were ready for.
âfuckâfuck, thatâsââ youâre trembling. your whole bodyâs tight, stuffed full again. âc-canâtââ
âyes you can,â haechan growls at your throat, mouthing along your jaw while his fingers stretch you open. âyouâre our fucktoy, right? our good little boy?â
jaemin's thumb presses your tongue flat again. âgonna make you cum so hard, youâll see stars.â
your bodyâs jerking, hips stuttering into haechan's hand where heâs still stroking your cock. youâre leaking all over his fingers, your hole fluttering around him wantingâno. needing something deeper.
âmâgonnaâgonna cumââ you choke out, right on the edge, canât stop itâ
âdo it,â mark says, soft as ever, his eyes saying i love you. âgo ahead, baby. let go.â
âweâll fuck you for real after,â haechan grins, lips brushing your cheek. âgotta make you cum first so youâll open up real nice.â
content â sub!male reader, dom markminhyuck, group play, possessiveness, manhandling, face-fucking, fingering, spit, messy blowjob, choking (hand on jaw), praise & degradation, overstim, body worship-ish?, sharing, soft mean!mark, mean mean!jaemin, brat!haechan
ive really got nothing fancy to say about this picture. i feel soooo
jaemin lets out a low whistle from where heâs stretched out against the headboard, palm sliding lazy over his cock where it lays heavy on his stomach. his thumb swipes the leaking tip once, then circles it like heâs not even trying to be subtle.
âlook at him,â he mutters. âalready clenching around mark's fingers like heâs gonna cum. no oneâs even fucked him yet.â
you donât answer. canât, really. not when mark's still got you spread open across the bed, fingers curling inside you nice and slow. heâs gentle, as always. taking his time, like heâs trying to memorize every twitch in your thighs, every breath you catch on.
you barely get a second to breathe before haechan flops beside you. heâs grinning already, hand settling warm on your thigh, fingers pressing in tight enough to bruise. his mouth hovers close like heâs about to say something sweetâbut itâs never sweet with him.
âgod, baby,â mark says. âyou love getting passed around, huh?â
mark laughs softly under his breath, still curling his fingers inside you just right. âheâs soaked,â he murmurs. âfeels like heâs already halfway gone.â
your legs twitch again, hips rolling down to chase mark's hand even though itâs already so deep. youâre whining without even realizing it, and thatâs when jaemin shifts forward and grabs you by the jaw.
his handâs just there, holding your face like he owns it. not squeezingâyet. just resting. then his cock slaps wet across your cheek and you flinch. your shoulders jerk up, breath stuttering out before you can stop it. thereâs a split second where you donât even look at him, too focused on the way it stings, the way your skin stung from the contact. but his hand moves fast. he grabs your face, thumb pressing into your jaw, not hardâyet, but itâs threatening, like he wants to bruise it. as if heâs daring you to pull away.Â
jaemin drags your face toward him. he was far from being gentle, his cock still wet where it kissed your cheek. itâs still hard, heavier now somehow, and yâknow heâs waiting for somethingâand you can feel his breath right against your lips, hot and mean.
he stares. not saying anything yet. just watching you flinch, shiver, and trying to keep still under his grip. âso noisy already,â he mutters. it was low enough to make you freeze. âyou were whining backstage, remember that? what were you begging for?â
ânnhâdidnât say anythingââ your voice breaks halfway through, head tipping back when mark hits that spot again and your whole body jumps.
âyou didnât have to,â haechan chimes in, still stroking your cock teasingly. âyour legs were shaking before mark even touched you.â
mark presses a kiss to your thigh, fingers dragging out slow before easing back in deep. âyou like that, sweetheart? like being spread open while they watch?â
you nod without even thinking. âmhmââ
âuse your words.â
âi like it, mark hyungâmâso fullââ
âyouâve taken two fingers,â jaemin cuts in, blank-faced. âdonât act like youâre split on cock already.â
âfeels so big though,â you gasp, as mark pushes in a third. it burns a littleâthick and all the way inâand you sob when he starts to curl them. âfuckâmânot used to this muchââ :((
ânah,â haechan coos, still jerking your cock, treating it like the most precious thing he's ever held. âyou want more, donât you? bet if nana told you to open your mouth right now, youâd drool for it.â
âwonât be necessary,â jaemin huffs as his grip slides into your hair and tugs your head toward his leaking cock. âshow me, baby. show me how pretty boys suck dick.â
your jaw drops without thinking. youâre already shaking, barely holding it together; still though, you let him slide in. heâs thick, mean about it, pushing all the way until your lips are flush to his base. you gag once, then breathe around it.
he stays there. makes you sit with it. one hand gripping your hair, the other bracing the back of your neck as he pushed himself deeper.
âbreathe through it,â haechan murmurs, âyouâve done this before, baby. you got it.â
you moan around it, eyes tearing up. mark's still fucking you gently with his fingers, whispering something into your thigh, but you canât hear him, not really. your cock jerks in haechan's hand and your hips twitch every time jaemin moves, just barely.
âfuck,â jaemin mutters. âyou were made for this.â
âhe loves crying,â mark says quietly, kissing the inside of your thighs. âdonât you, baby? love when we wreck you like this?â
you try to nod again, but youâre too full. cock in your throat, fingers inside you, precum dripping down your dick. your bodyâs not even yours anymore. it belongs to them and youâre just barely holding on :((
âbet your brainâs already leaking out your ears,â haechan grinned, whispering. âyou want us to fuck it right out of you, huh? ruin our baby until he canât even remember his name.â
jaemin pulls out just enough to let you breathe. you suck in air, loud and messy, lips slick with spit. âiâmâiâm already yoursââ
âfuck he said it,â mark groans. well, that did something to him. his fingers are still deep. your holeâs clenching down like it knows somethingâs coming.
âsay it again for me, baby,â jaemin breathes. âcâmon. say it.â
âyours. mâyoursâpleaseââ
jaemin kisses you. hard. wet. tongue pushing in like he owns the space, trying to taste the words you just said.
and then mark pulls his fingers out, just as haechan slides his in.
you gasp loud, back arching off the bed. itâs too muchâhaechan's slick and fast, fingers twisting in deeper than you were ready for.
âfuckâfuck, thatâsââ youâre trembling. your whole bodyâs tight, stuffed full again. âc-canâtââ
âyes you can,â haechan growls at your throat, mouthing along your jaw while his fingers stretch you open. âyouâre our fucktoy, right? our good little boy?â
jaemin's thumb presses your tongue flat again. âgonna make you cum so hard, youâll see stars.â
your bodyâs jerking, hips stuttering into haechan's hand where heâs still stroking your cock. youâre leaking all over his fingers, your hole fluttering around him wantingâno. needing something deeper.
âmâgonnaâgonna cumââ you choke out, right on the edge, canât stop itâ
âdo it,â mark says, soft as ever, his eyes saying i love you. âgo ahead, baby. let go.â
âweâll fuck you for real after,â haechan grins, lips brushing your cheek. âgotta make you cum first so youâll open up real nice.â