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Genre: Slice of Life, established relationship, smut, fluff
Warnings: Cursing/mature language, smut, not proofread
Smut Warnings: slight femdom, begging, oral (f receiving), body worship (f receiving), degrading names (pathetic), doyoung is pussy whipped immediately, brief nipple sucking, couch sex lol, unprotected sex (protection isn't specified, be safe!), doyoung is a bit perverted, lmk if i missed anything!
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Although he refused to tell you what he wanted or needed, it was so painfully obvious. The way he would wipe his palms on his pants, droplets of sweat formed along his hairline, and he would avoid eye contact with you at all costs. He hasnât really changed since the first day you spoke to him. The interaction wasnât even natural. Your philosophy teacher had put the students into pairs to watch a movie and compare their interpretations as to what the movie was truly about.
You honestly didnât even care who you got paired up with as you didnât know a single person in the lecture hall. But nonetheless, youâre glad that the professor had paired people up.
Kim Doyoung, the boy who sat in the fourth row, not to close to the front, out of fear of constantly being called on and not too far in the back to be considered a slacker. You, however, sat right in the front row and always had the answer to any of the teacher's philosophical questions and you were never scared to let your opinion out.
The two of you were quite different, so much so that when both of your names were called, you had to look around the room to see whose name was also called, but Doyoung knew exactly where to look. He was lucky he was smart since he never paid attention in class, too infatuated with you. With how you were so confident with your answers and your posture was so perfectly straight. He remembers one day when you wore a shirt that showed off your shoulder blades. Doyoung wanted nothing more than to paint your skin with his love, bite marks, purple, red, blue marks from his lips. He didnât care, he just wanted to show people that you were hisâŚeven though you didnât know that he existed. What was even worse was that during one of your many arguments with a fellow classmate, you took upon an almost degrading attitude and Doyoung looked down to see that his pants had grown tight around his hardening dick.
When it was time to actually meet up and watch the movie, you suggested that you do it in person so commentary could be made, and conversation could be conducted. Your roommate was out of town visiting her boyfriend, so you immediately offered your dorm to be the movie theater of the day. Doyoung gave you a silent nod and the both of you exchanged numbers.
It wasnât until he was sitting beside you in your dorm on your couch that he came to terms that he was in love with you. You had done most of the talking so he already knew some things about you, but it was enough for him, and the intense smell of your signature perfume floating in the air of the dorm helped as well. It was sweet but subtle and he couldnât do anything without his nostrils being flooded with the smell of you.
As the movie played on you paused several times to give your input and in return, you asked for his. But of course, as you lead and controlled the topics, the focus didnât stay on the movie for the entire time. You asked Doyoung things about himself, he blushed but still answered, the heat spreading to his ears whenever a common interest would come up, which was very often.
With finishing the project in one day, the realization that contact wasnât necessary anymore hit, so as Doyoung was walking down the hallway, you opened your door again and yelled.
âHey! Would you maybe wanna hang out again?â
âLike a date?â
âYes, like a date.â
Doyoung just smiled and nodded at you, a bit embarrassingly eager, but he didnât mind once a smile took over your lips. The two of you went from never speaking to planning a date all in one day.
The date went well and after a few more, you asked if Doyoung wanted to make your relationship a bit more official.
So far in the relationship you had initiated everything, and although the relationship was new, you wanted Doyoung to take charge for once. Holding out was harder than you thought it would be, after all, you were very attracted to Doyoung, you had eyes. But this was the thing you wanted him to start, the two of you taking the next step in your relationship, sex.
However, just because you were going to let him control the situation, that didnât mean you couldnât tease him.
It was late when Doyoung arrived, just off from work and you were in pajamas that could easily be confused with lingerie. You also knew how much Doyoung loved the smell of your perfume, so you added a spritz to your wrists, crown of your head, neck, as well as the curve of your breasts that the shirt you were wearing did absolutely nothing to hide.
You opened the door once he knocked, and stepped back, letting him in with a flirty smile. When you turned around, Doyoung allowed his eyes to travel down to your ass, which was covered by your skimpy shorts which exposed the curve of the muscle.
Looking over your shoulder at him, you heard him gulp and watched his Adamâs apple bob. It was obvious that he was already struggling, put you decided to push the situation a bit further. Once you two were nestled on the couch with blankets on top of your laps, you leaned on Doyoung which caused your breasts to press against his arm.
He swallowed loudly again, and of course you had to play innocent. âWhatâs the matter Doie? Are you warm? Because Iâm pretty warm.â With that you crossed your arms over your torso, grabbed onto the lace hem of your shirt, and pulled it up, bearing your perky tits to your boyfriend. âUgh, thatâs so much better.â Pressing against his arm again, he was able to feel your smooth supple skin on his, even better, since your breasts were know exposed to the air, your nipples had hardened, causing Doyoung to feel the taunt pebbles on your mounds.
Trying to suppress your giggle, you looked up at Doyoung, studying his reaction. You saw his jaw clench, the sharp edge of the bone becoming even more prominent.
âAre you okay Doie?â Leaning back, removing your warmth from Doyoung, you needed him to do something now. You knew it wasnât something he didnât want, because his dick had already grown hard.
Now that your breasts werenât against him, if he looked to his right, heâd see your bare chest. And thatâs exactly what happened when he looked to his right. Doyoung gulped and fisted his pants.
âIs there something you want Doie?â You traced the curve of your breast, holding eye contact with him. But on his end of the contact, his eyes constantly switched between looking at your eyes, and your chest. He nodded in response to your question when his eyes werenât on yours.
âWell, if thereâs something you want, youâre gonna have to tell me how much you want it.â
Doyoung looked down to his lap, contemplating on what the next words that left his mouth were going to be. The internal fight he was having with himself didnât last long though.
âYou-you donât understand how much I want to touch you. Iâve always wanted to touch you, youâre just so pretty. And-and I want to make you feel as good on the outside as you make me feel on the inside.â
His face started to heat up at his words, and the more he went on, the more his face burned. Doyoung pushed himself to get the words out, becoming desperate for you to touch him and when you covered your breasts, the words flew out.
âYou literally donât understand. Like even before we started dating, youâd be arguing with someone in class, and Iâd get fucking hard. And thereâd be times after we got together that I had to stop myself from doing something perverted. I want you so bad, but I just wanted to make sure it was something you wanted as well. You literally always make me so hard.â
His face was bright red at this point, including his ears and neck. He as just that needy.
Uncovering yourself, you wanted Doyoung to beg for you after you knew how he felt now.
âYou just wanted me that bad huh?â He swallowed and nodded, not letting his eyes off of your movements.
You leaned forward and lifted yourself up from the couch a bit and removed your panties slowly, letting Doyoung savor the imagination before it became a reality. Your nails tickled your legs as they made their way down, bringing your panties with them, which eventually landed on the floor.
Removing your feet from the leg holes, you leaned back against the armrest on the couch and separated your legs slowly, allowing Doyoung to see you.
Without saying anything, the man in front of you leaned down, chasing the thing heâs been dreaming about. The fiery lust in his eyes was enough to tell you how much he wanted you, his pupil had also taken over his iris. The pools of brown you fell in love with now replaced with a black that held so much heat, you wanted to see how much you could push his shyness. When he was at leg length, you lifted your foot and placed it on his right shoulder. Doyoung had the perfect view of your dripping pussy finally, but even now he was so far.
âPlease, let me make you feel good. I need you.â His tone held a whiny edge, and you smiled at him sweetly.
âHow do I know that Iâll end up feeling good? Youâre so desperate you might lose sight on what matters, me, and focus on your own pleasure. Youâre so pathetic, begging just for a taste of your girlfriendâs pussy. And what will you do? Grind on my couch until you cum in your pants like some virgin?â
âIâll do whatever you want me to, Iâll let you use me, so you feel good. Just please, let me taste you.â His lips were quivering, and he sounded as if he was on the brink of tears.
Removing your foot, you nodded at Doyoung, giving him permission to please you.
He didnât waste a single second.
âYou taste so good.â If you werenât already wet with arousal, Doyoungâs spit would definitely make up for the lack of lubrication. He was making a mess, one that left its mark on his chin, nose, your thighs, and navel.
Trying to keep your composure you aimed to keep your sounds of pleasure to a minimum, but the few that did manage to slip went unnoticed as the only sound that could be heard throughout the room was the noise Doyoung was making in between your thighs.
As he was lying flat on his stomach, you were able to see his hips, which just as expected were grinding down into the cushions of your couch.
âSeems like I was right, you are humping my couch. How about you put those hips to use and just come fuck me?â His hips stilled, the embarrassment on being caught hit him, hard, but your offer made up for it and soon he was scrambling up to your level.
Doyoung somehow tripped over himself, losing balance and landing on top of you. âEager, huh?â His clothed dick rubbed against your cunt as he pushed himself even closer to you. Doyoung was drooling, and you felt him place wet kisses along your neck, occasionally sucking.
He kept searching your neck for that specific spot, not stopping until he felt youâre his buck up and a soft moan to leave your parted lips. Doyoung chuckled and you rubbed against his dick harder, causing his laugh to be interrupted by a hoarse moan.
âDonât get cocky Doie. You havenât even fucked me yet.â He looked up at you from your neck and pushed himself off of you. He stood up and removed his clothes, baring his body to you, including his cock, which was painfully hard and had pre-cum dribbling out of the red tip.
âPlease, let me fuck you. I need to feel you.â Doyoung was lowering himself to be closer to you. âPlease Doie, need you inside.â You gave him a smile to encourage him, as well as to help melt the nervousness brewing inside him.
Doyoung looked at your face to decipher if your words were sincere and then looked down to align himself to your awaiting hole.
He pushed in and as soon as your walls constricted around his throbbing cock, his eyes were rolling back. âYou feel so good. Been thinking about this for so long.â He dropped his head down to your chest and latched onto your nipple.
Threading your fingers through his hair, you moaned as the multiple sources of pleasure were taking over your body.
You knew that you werenât going to last much longer and thatâs the only thing you feared, Doyoung made you this way. Feral almost.
âFuck, Doie, Iâm gonna cum soon. Please cum with me. Cum in me, please.â His head shot up from your chest and he asked, âAre you sure?â
You nodded and stroked his back, âI wanna feel you even more.â His hips sped up, determined to get the both of you at your releases at the same time.
One of his hands disappeared from by your head and traveled down your body and to your clit. Rubbing the nub caused you to clench even more which pushed Doyoungâs release to hit him. The feeling of the first rope of his cum entering you triggered you to fall over the edge as well.
Throwing your head back, your entire body tensed up as heat took over you and blood reached your ears.
Doyoungâs thrusts slowed down and eventually stopped completely. Barely able to hold himself up anymore, he lowered himself onto you completely and maneuvered the both of you to be on your sides, still facing each other.
âWow, that was, wow.â He looked at you with nothing, but adoration and you giggled and kissed his lips softly.
You looked at Doyoung and thought about the perfect relationship you had laid out in from of you. The sex you just had was hands down the best, no because it resulted in the strongest orgasm, but because it was the first time you had sex with someone you truly loved.
âNever hesitate to want me Doyoung. I can promise you; I want you too.â
Preview:Â âYou didnât have to scare me like that though.â Your volume was much lower than it had been but not because Vernon told you to be quiet. He was panting above you from fighting your squirming body and you couldnât move. âEh, I just wanted to have a bit of fun.â Your bottom lip jutted out, not liking to be teased. Â
âDonât pout on me baby, you know I love you.â He leaned down and pecked your bottom lip. When he pulled away you tried chasing his kiss, licking your lip to savoir it, wanting more. Vernon smiled at you and granted your unspoken wish. Before connecting your lips, he spoke against them. âYouâre so fucking pretty like this.âÂ
Word Count: 5.1k
Genre: Slice of Life (kinda), Boxer AU, Non-Idol AU, fluff, smut, established relationship
Warnings: Violence, smut, cleaning wounds, cursing/mature language, pet names (baby, etc), manhandling (non-sexual), they spar at one point, the boxing vernon does is illegal, angst, fluff, not 100% proofread
Smut Warnings: slight dub-con (its consensual, reader is just unsure at first bc vernon is hurt), riding, body worship (f and m receiving), spitting, slight oral sex (f receiving), slight humiliation, thigh slapping (once), barely any foreplay, aftercare
a/n- little surprise fic to celebrate vernon's solo single, the boxing talk is probably wrong but oh well lmfao, sorry if itâs rushed i kinda lost motivation halfway through but hopefully it isnât too bad
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With every punch thrown his way, you squinted your eyes to minimize your view and winced. You hated seeing him get hurt and you weren't the biggest fan of watching him hurt others, but nonetheless you still supported him. Even though you didn't agree with his choices you still loved him, more than you should.Â
It didnât even matter if his opponent missed or not, once you saw the swing you couldnât bear to see the outcome. You tensed whenever you saw Vernonâs opponentâs swing land on your boyfriendâs face or torso. A bruise on the face was a constant reminder that he was hurt because you could see it and you knew that a bruise around the ribcage was the most painful for him.
The match was the closest one Vernon has had in a while, you kept gnawing at your nails and thankfully you were sitting because you were sure that your knees wouldâve failed you by now. The men beside you were betting on who would win, one was rooting for your boyfriend while the other one would scream in victory when he was hit. You hated when the people in the crowd would bet on Vernon, it didnât matter if it was against him or for him, but it made him seem like a zoo animal, even more so since he was fighting in a cage.
Not understanding why he wouldnât join some boxing club to fight instead of the illegal underground cage fighting he would do. Vernon just claimed that the money was better.
Your mind was pulled away from your worries and was forced to focus on the scene in front of you when the man rooting for Vernon started cheering. âHe won! Man, fuck you! I told you I was right; you owe me two-hundred fucking dollars!â Vernon won! The worry of him being knocked unconscious was laid to rest when your eyes focused on him limping out of the cage.
Getting up from your seat as quick as possible, you pushed your way through the people starting you shove their own way out. Vernon lifted his head to search for you and when you made eye contact, he tilted his head in direction to the bathroom. Thatâs where you two would normally meet after the match, so Vernon could catch his breath and you both could wait out the chaos that was created when everyone was trying to leave the small building at the same time.
You kept an eye on him as people pushed past him, he stayed close to the wall while you were trying to fight your way to him, feeling people step on your feet as well as elbow your ribs.
Getting tired of people keeping you from Vernon, you started pushing back and that got you to where you needed to be, with him. You could see the blood dripping from a cut on his forehead down his face. He winced every time someone touched him, and your heart ached, but you knew he loved the sport.
More and more people started to clear out and exit the building and soon you werenât forced to put up a fight to get to Vernon. With him limping you were able to catch up quickly. âVernon, oh my god, letâs get you cleaned up.â Trying to get Vernon into the bathroom ended up being more difficult than you thought because that was the last thing he wanted to do.
Starting his sentence with a groan, he threw his head onto your shoulder, and you allowed him to slump most of his weight onto you. âNo, I just wanna go home. Take me home, please.â The whine in his voice caused you to comply and help him turn around, heading to the exit.
The walk to the car was a pain, Vernon limping and whining, but the worse part was when people would come up to him and congratulate him on the fight and heâd have to put up a fake smile.
But alas, the two of you made it to the car and with the cool air blowing on Vernon while he was relaxed, he started to feel like himself again. âI havenât had a fight that challenging in a while, I thought he was gonna put me on my ass there for a second.â Vernon spoke up after inhaling one of the bottles of water you brought for him, struggling to get his sentence out between the gasps for air. He obviously couldnât feel the somewhat negative energy that was radiating off your body because all he was focused on was basking in his win, flipping through the large stack of cash that consisted of his reward money but also all the money that was made by people betting against him. He didnât mind people betting against him, as long as he came out on top.
âWhy are you so quiet babe? Did something happen?â Finally, he finally noticed you, or maybe it was just because you hadnât congratulated him yet. âYou know how I feel about this. Iâm not happy about tonight.â The quiet scoff that left his lips could still be heard over the radio that helped fill the otherwise silent car. âI still won; I donât know whatâs the big deal.â
Shaking your head, already tired of the conversation that had just started. The conversation is the exact same whenever Vernon has a tough fight, itâs been a while since then, but it wasnât something youâd like to relive.
âThat isnât the point Hansol. Youâre hurt, the last time you had a fight this hard you ended up in the hospital with a concussion, one that wasnât just mild. That wasnât fun for you or me.â He just rolled his eyes, annoyed that you used his formal name and that you were scolding him. You only used his formal name to make a point or to show your frustration. It was your way of showing him that you were serious.
The car ride returned to its silent atmosphere, this time with annoyed auras coming from both sides. Even with the mutual cold shoulders, you went on with your night as always, just without the talking, you helped Vernon out of the car and up the stairs of the apartment building. He leaned against the wall as you dug through your bag for your keys to open the door. You helped him hobble to the bathroom where he sat on the closed toilet lid while you found the first aid kit.
Just because there was thick tension in the air, it didnât stop Vernon from following the routine, all of it. His eyes and hands wandered, his hands falling to the back of your thighs, right under your ass and his eyes would switch between staring at your lips and tits. His mind was already off the argument, but you couldnât say the same about yours.
"You know I hate seeing you hurt, I don't get why you won't stop, Vernon." His lip curled up; you weren't sure if it was his attempt of a sexy smile or the effect of dabbing an alcohol wipe on his cut lip had on him. You voiced your concern either way but got your answer of what the curled lip meant when his arms wrapped around you and his hands fell upon your ass.Â
"The money is great, it's a good workout, and I've got my own sexy nurse waiting for me so she can kiss my wounds away." He winked the eye that wasn't swollen shut and squeezed your ass. Slapping his bicep didn't cause him to stop his antics, instead he flexed the muscle and pulled you closer to him.Â
Vernon kept you close while you finished nursing his beautiful but bruised face. The after-fight routine continued with you starting the shower for him. Showers were for the night right after the fight where he could let any of the blood from his torso wash off and he could have the warm running water soothe his back. Baths were the saved for the morning after the fights so his sore body could soak.
You left the bathroom, allowing him to shower in peace, but not without turning down his pleads for you to get in with him. He insisted that he wasnât hurt which caused you to laugh and remind him that you had to help him walk to the shower. Vernon gave up and just asked you to set out a shirt and a pair of sweats for him so he wouldnât have to limp around the room with his dick swinging. Laughing again you nodded and set the clothes on the vanity.
Keeping yourself busy while Vernon was showering was easy, you felt like you always had something you needed to do. Whether it was something around the apartment or it was something for school, and you couldnât ever forget about the job you were drowning in since your coworkers always threw their own work onto the massive pile of your own that needed to be completed. Vernon knew about your never-ending stress, and he wasnât one to add onto it, unless it was before, during, or after a fight. Watching Vernon in the fighting cage was always a way to get your mind off of the other things stressing you out, but not in a good way. Seeing Vernon get hurt was more stressful than anything else combined. He knew that so whenever he wasnât in the ring, he was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, causing you to love him, more than you should.
Sitting on the couch with your laptop on your lap, you got two larger assignments done for one of your classes before you heard the shower turn off. Hearing Vernon grunt his way back to the bedroom, you finished what you were working on so you could go tend to him.
âCâmere, give me a kiss baby, please?â You were walking back into your shared bedroom where you saw Vernon sitting on your bed with his back to the bedpost. Playfully rolling your eyes, you walked over to where Vernon was perched.
"C'mon baby, just one kiss, a reward for winning the match." You know his tricks all too well. "It starts with just one kiss and then it escalates." He shot you a lazy smile, his eyes already glossy from being tired.Â
He hummed before he spoke, "Don't give me that look, you let it escalate, you end up begging for me at one point." You huffed as heat flooded your face. "Hansol. You're hurt, we aren't going to have sex."
"I didn't ask you to have sex, I asked you for a kiss. But if getting fucked is what's on your mind, I'm more than happy to help you."
Disbelief is what you were in, you couldn't believe the man in front of you. Especially since he kept going. "Are you wet? I bet you were drenched for me after the fight too, breathing heaving with sweat dripping off me. You were trying not to jump my bones, huh?"Â
He laughed. He laughed at you when the eye contact became too much, and you had to look away. He was right, and he knew he was right too.
"Do you want my cock baby?" You didn't trust yourself to speak, so you nodded, and his ego boosted even more but when you looked up and saw his bruising rib cage, you snapped out of the horny daze you were put under by him.
"No, Vernon. You're injured, and I don't want you to get hurt even worse." You started to walk away until he spoke up again, "I could just sit here and let you do all the work. I know you like being on top. It'll help me get better quicker."Â
"You promise you'll tell me if you feel any pain?"Â You stepped closer to him and waited for his response before you made any major moves. âOf course I will, now come here, please.â
Still a bit hesitant, you finished walking to him and before you could do anything else, the lust you had for your boyfriend took everything else. You pressed your lips to his and allowed him to grab your hips to pull you up and over his lap, making you straddle him. Disconnecting your lips just long enough to remove Vernonâs shirt, you smiled at him. You loved the way he looked at you, he looked at you like you were the only thing in the universe, like you were something rare, something that needed to be taken care of and cherished. While it took your breath away, you took Vernonâs away. Every time he looked at you, he couldnât help but think about how lucky he was to have you. You always supported him even if you didnât agree with it, and you stayed with him, after all the matches, the hospital visits, lying to the doctors about what happened, you stayed. Vernon loved you. He worshiped you.
He was pulled out of the daze he created when he felt you kissing his torso. He looked down and saw you place your lips on each and every bruise that littered his skin. When you came back up to his level, you hugged him. He was a bit taken back by it but understood why when you whispered in his ear. âI hate that you let this happen to you Vernon.â
Not knowing what to say to you, he just apologized and kissed you, trying to kiss away the pain he had caused you. âI love you, so much.â You helped the other remove their clothes, running hands gently over skin once it was revealed.
You were hyper aware of the bruises and wounds that were scattered along him, making sure to not put too much pressure on any of them. When you raised your hips to sink down on his cock, you didnât bounce like Vernon normally preferred, instead you rolled your hips, knowing that it would be easier on his sore muscles.
Groans filled the room as Vernon filled you, both of you throwing you heads back at the feeling. Vernonâs breath got caught in his throat, causing him to let out a choked noise. As soon as his cock was wrapped in your warm, tight walls, he could feel his mind go blank.
The pace you and Vernon silently agreed on was lazy and soft, not the rough, fast pace the two of you were used to. It was nice though, it felt like how âmaking loveâ was supposed to be like. âYou feel so good Vernon.â You let your head fall to Vernonâs shoulder, your chests flushed together, and you could feel the otherâs breath fan across your skin.
Vernon smiled, liking the feeling of your skin on his, the chilled temperature of yours against the feverishness of his. He turned his head so he could look at you, and the sight he was blessed upon made his cock throb inside of you. Your eyes were shut, not too tightly since you were relaxed, and your mouth was parted slightly. Little huffs of air escaping as you rolled your hips.
He then looked down, gazing at the way your hips slowly roll into his, seeing how your naval would be against his lower abdomen and would fall back to just return to that spot. Vernon watched your hips quicken their pace, chasing the high that you were creating for both of you. Your walls constricted around his dick, helping him get closer to his edge as well.
After letting you control everything for the entire time, as Vernon was about to cum, he needed you to speed up. He grabbed your hips and started rolling them into his, even lifting you off of him just to slam you back down. The noises leaving you both filled the room and soon your toes were curling, and you were cumming onto his dick. His release followed yours and he filled you, watching some leak out of you and down his cock.
The stressfulness of the day and what you just did was catching up with you and Vernon, both of you quickly using the bathroom and wiping up the sweat and cum so you could fall asleep and start the new day. Vernon held you close to him for the entire night, whispering his apologies for upsetting you earlier that night, and saying heâll make it up to you, some way, sometime soon.
After the talk you and Vernon had that night, he pulled himself from all matches that were in the near future. Listening to your concerns and allowing his body to fully heal before he caused any more harm to it. He waited for the wounds to seal and the bruises to fade until he started training again, not wanting to hurt himself anymore, for your sake.
Vernon had been back to working out and training for about a week, after watching your reactions to his once black and blue skin turn its natural color again. When you didnât wince when you saw his abdomen, he figured it was safe again.
The procrastination hit and the motivation you had to complete schoolwork had disappeared and you decided that whatever Vernon was doing was much more interesting. Walking into gym you saw Vernon who had his back to you. Seeing him train reminded you of something you had been thinking about for a while now.
You had been hesitant to ask him but watching him throw right and left hooks at the punching bag, you figured now would be a good time. "Vern?" You wait for him to acknowledge you before you begun again but instead of just asking you what, he stopped completely.
"What's up? Is everything okay?" He could sense your nervousness when he turned around. You laughed at yourself from thinking you should be nervous around him. "I was just- uh wondering if you could teach me how to box."Â
Vernon had been waiting for the day that would ask him to teach you a few moves. He wanted to spend time with you, while doing something he enjoyed, he wanted to share this aspect of his life with you, without you getting hurt. Also, you learning a few techniques wouldnât be a waste of time, just in case something were to happen to you and Vernon wasnât around, he wanted to be sure that you would be okay.
To start off with Vernon showed you how to wrap your wrists and hands before putting on the gloves, he also explained why wrapping your hands was necessary. He taught you how to actually punch and a good way to dodge other punches, before he threw you on the mats, asking you to spar. He promised he wouldnât hurt you and wouldnât let you hurt him, so you agreed.
All was going well until your glove hit the left side of his face, he made a pained noise and hit the floor. âOh my god! Vernon, are you okay? Iâm so sorry!â You gasped and fell to your knees, joining him on the mat. Moving his gloves from covering his face, you assessed the damage, only to see none. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and Vernonâs act broke, he started laughing and it got worse when you started yelling at him.
âAre you fucking serious right now? I thought you were hurt, you asshole!â When Vernon started sitting up and reaching for you, you just pushed him back to the ground and tried to get up. His hand grabbed yours before you could get far and he pulled you to the ground with him, causing you to fall and land on top of his chest.
Vernon ignored your yells and squirms, keeping his arms wrapped around you tight until he was able to roll over, so you were under him. Sliding his hands down to your wrists, he brought both up above your head and held them both in one hand, pinning you under him. âWill you quit yelling? I know you like it when I manhandle you so give me a break. I was just gonna tell you what went wrong in that spar.â
âYou didnât have to scare me like that though.â Your volume was much lower than it had been but not because Vernon told you to be quiet. He was panting above you from fighting your squirming body and you couldnât move. âEh, I just wanted to have a bit of fun.â Your bottom lip jutted out, not liking to be teased.
âDonât pout on me baby, you know I love you.â He leaned down and pecked your bottom lip. When he pulled away you tried chasing his kiss, licking your lip to savoir it, wanting more. Vernon smiled at you and granted your unspoken wish. Before connecting your lips, he spoke against them. âYouâre so fucking pretty like this.â
You tried to turn your head to the side, but Vernon made that nearly impossible when he finally latched his lips to yours. Instead of fighting with him like you originally planned, you felt your once tense muscles relax and melt on the exercise mat below you. You shifted your hips, attempting to flip you and him over so youâd be on top, but Vernon caught it and let his body lay against yours, no longer holding himself up.
After the squeak you let out once the weight was out on you, the only thing heard throughout the home gym was your heavy breathing, your eyes zeroed in on Vernonâs face, everything else had gone blurry. The man above you smiled, sensing your nervousness. He knew you, whenever you were turned on, you would get incredibly nervous. You knew that he knew you, and that made you feel transparent, like Vernon could read your mind. Suddenly your throat felt dry, trying to swallow to regain moisture. âWhatâs the matter? Tell me what you need.â
At some point Vernon had released your wrists, giving you all control of them again. In the spur of the moment, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brough his face closer to yours, initiating the kiss. Even though you were the one who started the kiss, Vernon had no problem reciprocating it, him also escalating it, of course.
âVernon~â You whined against his lips, rolling your hips up to try and feel any kind of friction. âSo fucking needy, arenât you? Wanted me to teach you how to box and now youâre humping me?â Well now that Vernon replayed the events exactly for you, you felt embarrassed. Â
You donât want the teasing, he was right, you were needy, and you needed him to fuck you. âHm, yeah, need you cock, please Vern.â You babbled, already lost in the sense of him. His smell, the way he felt under your fingertips, the sight of him above you. You needed him.
âHavenât even done anything yet and youâre already dripping through your pants, unbelievable.â His sight was focused on your clothed cunt, watching the wet spot grow with every word that fell out of his mouth. Vernon cursed to himself and set his weight on his knees so his upper body could be straight. He felt down your body until his hands landed to your hips, where the hem of your leggings were. Without saying anything he ripped your leggings and panties down your legs all at once and moved your legs apart from each other. Â
He moved down the mat until his face was inches from your bare pussy, he laid his body flat to the mat and took your legs and threw them over his shoulders. Youâd never turn down getting head from him but what you wanted was his dick in you. âWant you-â before you could finish your sentence, you felt Vernon drag his tongue through your slit and you could hear the deep inhale that he let in through his nose, smelling your arousal. He never asked you to repeat what you were going to say, instead he played with your clit until you were begging him to not stop. Wrapping his lips around the hidden nub, he sucked harshly until your moans raised in volume. But he pulled away far too soon.
âWha-â you picked your head up from it being against the mat and looked down at Vernon just in time to see him wipe off his face with the back of his hand. Smiling at you, he said âthought you wanted me in you? I gotta stop playing with your pussy so I can fuck it.â You just whined and had to let the building knot in you web away.
You couldnât complain for too long though, because Vernon crawled up your body, so his face was above yours and his pelvis was lined up with yours. He drug the tip of his cock up your slit, lubing it up before he prodded at your clenching hole.
It wasnât Vernon who pushed in however, your impatience took over and you wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him in you instead. He didnât pull out but as slight punishment he slapped the meat of your thigh, hard. Hard enough for a sting to be left behind as he started thrusting in. The pain mixed with pleasure was something you didnât mind though, making a mental note to talk to Vernon about that.
Vernon noticed that your mind had gone somewhere else, and he was determined to get all of your attention back on him and only him. âWhereâd ya go baby, are you thinking about something else while Iâm right here?â Your eyes refocused on the man above you and groaned, his voice was condescending, well aware of the affect that he had on you. âOpen your mouth.â
Although you werenât fully there, you still listened to Vernon and your mouth fell open immediately. You knew what was going to happen, and you didnât mind, at all. He leaned down closer and collected spit from his mouth, he held your jaw steady and let the glob fall into your awaiting mouth.
He could feel your walls constrict around his cock and that let him know that he hit that specific spot inside of you that made you so submissive for him and that you enjoyed him treating you this way. Vernon took pride in pleasuring you, always making sure you felt good and comfortable, all while making sure you knew your place.
After teasing you for drifting off, he noticed that he did too, getting too caught up in the way he felt inside you, but you chanting his name pulled him out of his own head. His entire focus was on making you cum now, he kept hitting that gummy spot in you and brought his thumb to your clit, drawing fast circles on the bundle of nerves.
âIâm-Iâm gonna cum Vernon, please, donât stop, please.â He listed and sped up his pace, the sound of his hips slapping yours resonated around the room, echoing back to you slightly. Vernon groans when he felt your nails dig into his shoulders, he knew that there would be little crescent marks staring back at him through the mirror in the morning.
Soon he felt your body tense up and your legs that were wrapped around him started shaking, the pleasure spreading throughout your entire body, it all became too much, and your vision was spotty. Vernon let you ride out your high and he slowly pulled out and jerked off over you, finally cumming on your stomach.
He rolled over to lay beside you and rubbed your arm, calming you down the best he could. âYou okay baby?â Your head lolled over to the side, facing him. âYeah, mâokay Vern. Feel good.â The lazy smile you sent his way caused his heart to pound. âI love you.â You reached for your discarded leggings, happy you chose to where a black pair, and wiped up the cum on your stomach. Once you were satisfied with lack of it on you, your rolled over to your side and scooted close to Vernon. Your chests touching now and your head laying on his stretched-out arm.
âI love you too, so much.â He whispered into your hair, glad to feel you so close. Vernon noticed that your eyes were starting to droop, and he knew that you hated waking up feeling gross. âLetâs get you cleaned up and then we can sleep, okay?â
With only one groan in protest, you let Vernon pick you up bridal style and take you to the bathroom. âDo you want a shower or a bath? A shower will be quicker, and you can sleep sooner.â You looked up at him and just leaned your head on his chest, trying not to fall asleep. âHow about we shower, and I hold you up?â You nodded and Vernon made sure to quickly but thoroughly clean you, taking extra precaution when he cleaned your lower body.
You were sure you fell asleep in the shower, because when Vernon was carrying you out, you couldnât recall half of the time you were in there. Apologizing immediately to him, he just shook it off, instead he apologized for wearing you out that much, which just caused you to giggle and shake your head.
When Vernon went to grab a pair of pajamas for you, you turned them down and asked if the two of you could sleep nude, you justified your request by stating that you wanted to feel close to him while you slept. He laughed a bit but agreed nonetheless and finished drying the two of you off.
He carried you over to your bed and laid you underneath the blankets. âDo you want the fan on?â He started walking over to his side, passing the fan when you said no. Vernon joined you under the blankets, barely getting comfortable before you were laying on top of him. With him rubbing your back and humming, you feel asleep quite fast, Vernon stayed up a bit later to continue rubbing your back, not wanting the feeling of him stopping to cause you to wake up, so he made sure you were already in a deep sleep before he allowed himself to join you.
âI love you, so much, I donât thank you enough for what you do for me.â
Preview:Â âAck, youâre crushing my spleenâ although it was somewhat of a complaint, you still smiled through it, glad to feel him again. Glad he was with you again.Â
âYou donât even know where your spleen isâ. He chuckled and rolled over, taking you with him. With the new position you were laying on top of him, the ends of your hair tickling his face. Your hair acted like a curtain, blocking the both of you from the rest of the world, causing you to be in your own. Just the two of you.Â
Looking into his eyes, you leaned your head down to capture his lips in a kiss that expressed everything. All the pent-up emotions of frustration, anger, missing each other, and love.
Word Count: 3.2k
Genre: Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Smut
Warnings: Fluff, smut, mature language/cursing, not 100% proofread, reader cries and Johnny tears up, the pov used to be 1st person but I switched it (there may be pov errors)Â
Smut Warnings: somewhat protected sex (birth control but no condom), breeding, dirty talk, pet names (good girl, baby), light finger sucking, light possessiveness, dom Johnny, sub reader, very light humiliation and dumbification, squirting, edging, begging. he slaps her thigh once, degrading names, Johnny calls himself daddy once, if I missed anything let me know!
a/n- it took me a long ass time to write this one for some reason but changing the point of view from 1st person to 2nd really helped. I hope you enjoy this fluffy smutty Johnny fic. I miss that man sm oml, come home, the kids miss you.
âYeah, yeah. I know Johnny but thank you for reminding me.â It was hard, always being away from him. He was off touring the world and living his dream, it just sucked having to go on with your life without him.
âY/n? Y/n, are you there?â His voice rang through the other side of the phone. You sighed and forced a smile that he couldnât see, âYeah, Iâm here. Johnny, I have to go, Iâll talk to you laterâ. You ended the call almost immediately, not letting him respond. You knew this wasnât necessarily fair to him, but you were tired, and the only things running through your head that the moment were kicking off your shoes, eating, and then falling into your bed.
You were currently on your way from work when Johnny had called. Walking out of the office building, his face lit up the screen and normally you wouldâve been ecstatic, but you werenât really in the mood to talk but you also didnât have the heart to ignore it. The calls honestly hurt worse than just texting, being able to hear his voice was like he was in the same room as you were but then the painful reality would hit, forcing you to remember that he was thousands of miles away from that room you were in.
The sight of your apartment building in the close distance caused you to feel the happiest you had all week. Speeding up your pace, you walked into the building, ignoring the group of boys failing at dancing in front of a phone, and beelined to the elevator. Once you made it to the elevator you reached in and pressed your floorâs button before you had even made it all the way inside.
There was a man standing next to you, looking like he was ready to pitch you an offer to sell you something, keeping your eyes straight ahead and away from the tall trench coat covered man, you watched the numbers at the top of the door increase. 2, 3, 4, one more to go.
Holding your breath in anticipation, praying the elevator would hurry up, you heard the man finally speak up. âHello, would you like to join-â Ding! You prayed to whoever was watching over you and started walking away. âNo thank you, I donât want to buy whatever youâre selling, and I donât want to join your cult.â Leaving the metal box without sparing a glance at the salesman, or whatever he was. You werenât normally this curt, often being praised for you polite mannerisms, but the only thing running through your aching head were those three thoughts from before.
A few more steps and youâll be in the comfort of your own space, youâll be home. The clicking of your heels started to annoy you and worsen your already throbbing headache. The numbers on the doors were starting to blur but you were able to make them out. 208, 209, 210. 211, home. The word home is more of a synonym for Johnny. You normally think of Johnny when you call your apartment home, but âhomeâ seems lonelier without him there as well.
You spent an embarrassing four minutes trying to find your keys that you had carelessly tossed in your purse after locking your door that morning, you thought you wouldâve learned your lesson by now, but you had given up when it didnât cure itself naturally. You finally found them and put the key in the keyhole and turned.
The soft and furry feeling that met your calf was expected and very welcomed. âIâm home, Oliverâ You smiled at the calm but ginger feline. The tenseness removed itself from your shoulders, neck, and back at the sight of the purring being but it quickly returned when you spotted a tall man facing your window, looking down at the city below.
âNow, why would you hang up on me?â Johnny turned and looked at you with a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised. âMâsorry, I was just tired, and I couldnât take hearing your voice but not being able to see and touch you.â With being able to read you better than yourself and the small hint of your words slurring, Johnny strode over to you in two large steps, he scooped you up in his arms.
Silently, he walked the both of you over to the couch and placed you down gently. Kneeling and removing the shiny heels that had been torturing your feet for the past eight hours, he looked up at you from his position. The position immediately filled your mind with thoughts that werenât PG-13 and the feeling of being touch-starved wasnât helping.
âDid you miss me, baby?â You nodded, your body not allowing you to speak, feeling as if the wind had gotten knocked out of your rapidly rising and falling lungs. âDo you want me to make you feel better? Iâll make you forget all about the day youâve had. Iâll take care of youâ. âPlease Johnny, Iâve missed you so muchâ You whispered.
He smiled, aware of the effect he had on all parts of you. He started to reach around your waist to unzip the pencil skirt, but you were still seating, causing him to look up at you expectantly. Obeying his silent command, you lifted hips so he could remove the article of clothing. He tossed it to the side and looked back at you.
You were already breathing heavy, and you could tell your cheeks were flushed by the heat you felt radiating off of them. He got up from his kneeling position and leaned over you to set his lips level to yours, his lips ghosting yours. âDo you want to move to the bedroom?â He licked his lips, the tip of his tongue gliding across his bottom lip, as well as yours, which trembled at the contact. Â
It took you a minute to respond, but Johnny was patient. You were lost looking into his eyes, not having of been able to truly look at him since the day he left. Instead of answering him you decided to just lean forward, capturing his bottom lip in between both of yours. Pulling him close, scared that heâll leave again, he wrapped his arms around your plush thighs and picked you up with ease.
Without breaking the kiss, he led you to your shared room and placed your shaking body on the bed gently. He crawled over you, trapping you under him. But you didnât mind because you felt safe in his arms, as long as you were with him, you would be okay, no matter the circumstance.
âI missed you, so much. You have no clueâ, he placed a kiss on your jaw and placed his head in the junction of your neck. Before you knew it, he let his arms rest and placed all his weight on top of you.
âAck, youâre crushing my spleenâ although it was somewhat of a complaint, you still smiled through it, glad to feel him again. Glad he was with you again.
âYou donât even know where your spleen isâ. He chuckled and rolled over, taking you with him. With the new position you were laying on top of him, the ends of your hair tickling his face. Your hair acted like a curtain, blocking the both of you from the rest of the world, causing you to be in your own. Just the two of you.
Looking into his eyes, you leaned your head down to capture his lips in a kiss that expressed everything. All the pent-up emotions of frustration, anger, missing each other, and love.
Pulling your legs up so they were caging in his torso, you then pulled your upper body up, so you were straddling him. Looking down at him, you unbutton each of the buttons of your work blouse. Johnny kept his hands on your hips, continuing to contently watch you.
Finishing your little show for him and tossing the shirt to the floor, left you in your bra and panties, you let your hands travel to the hem of his shirt, starting to bunch it up until he sat up a bit, so you were able to get it up and over his head. Now with messy hair, Johnny smiled at you and pulled you to his chest, so you were lying flat against it.
You just embraced each other for a minute, breathing the other in. Feeling your eyes well up with tears, caused by the overwhelming feeling of him. Just him, heâs the only one that could make you fall apart like this. No one else, only him.
Johnny held you closer, placing comforting kisses on your neck and shoulders as you quietly cried into his neck.
âPlease donât leave me againâ, instead of answering he sighed, both of you knowing that your wish was almost impossible. He hated that you were crying, he hated it whenever you cried, especially when it was something that was because of him but still out of his control.
âI canât promise that, but I promise that Iâll always come back to you. You and only you, because I love youâ, his eyes were glossed over, being overcome with emotion too. You pulled back, giving him a watery smile, and leaned forward again to plant a kiss on his lips that he pulled into a slight smile.
But the sweet moment was ruined by Johnny slightly rolling his hips up to yours. You groaned and rolled your eyes, both in pleasure and annoyance.
âWay to ruin the moment Johnâ, you smiled at him as he scoffed. âMy beautiful girlfriend, who I have not seen in several months, is laying on top of me AND isnât wearing any clothes, what was I supposed to do?â He raised an eyebrow and looked at your uncovered body and then to your face.
You smiled and bit your lower lip in order to try and hide said smile, but Johnny could still see through it. Giving him yet another kiss, you rolled your hips into his. His grip on you tighten, and as you gasped from the tightness of his hands on your hips, he took opportunity of your lips being parted to slip his tongue in between them.
This time the only reason you stopped the kiss was to breath, and after you both breathed in some air your lips met in the middle once again, sealing you together after being apart for so long. You felt the bed move as Johnny readjusted your position, him now straddling you.
You felt the warmth of his chest leave yours as he stood up to remove the rest of his clothes. Everything was left bare and uncovered for your eyes and your eyes only. But then you saw Johnny turn his body towards your nightstand and open the top drawer.
Immediately knowing what he was getting caused you to speak up. âI wanna feel you tonight, Johnny. I want you to cum in me.â His smile turned into a smirk at your words, and he dropped the condom he had been holding back into the box and sauntered back over to your shaking figure. âYou want me to put a baby in you? You want me to make you a mom?â He knew you were on the pill, but you guys had agreed to still use a condom as extra protection to prevent a child, your careers were your main priorities, besides from each other, at this moment of time. But you knew that if Johnny genuinely asked you to carry and birth his child, you would fold instantly.
He stood tall above you and paired with the smirk; he looked quite intimidating. He brought his hand up and ran it through your hair, to your jaw, and then traced your lips with his thumb. You looked up at him and parted your lips, taking his thumb in your mouth, you watched his expression as you swirled your tongue around the tip and suck on it, just like you would normally do with his cock. He just kept looking at you intently, specifically your lips as you played with his thumb. But of course, you got impatient.
âJohnny, need you. I need you in me. Iâm so wet.â He laughed at your pleading and mounted on top of you, leaving you with little to no space to move. âI bet you are, you always get so wet, and itâs all for me, isnât it? Iâm the only one who can do this to you.â
His fingers trailed down to your hips and played with the band of your panties, and tugged them down a bit, enough for you to get the memo to lift your hips, which you did.
After removing them, Johnny could see strings of your arousal that were attached to your panties snap as he moved them down your thighs are further from your cunt. âYou really are wet. My good girl.â You tried to close your legs, embarrassed by Johnny staring at your now dripping pussy. Of course it was caused because of him, and he knew that, and since he knew that he used it to his advantage.
âMy baby is such a horny slut for me, all we did was some kissing and youâre making a mess on the bed. Might have to make you clean that up later.â The feeling of your arousal on the sheets was unpleasant, cold, sticky, and humiliating.
âAh donât be embarrassed, you didnât know any better, your little cunt just drips for me whenever Iâm around, doesnât it? Yeah, it does, I know it does, I see how you always tense your thighs hoping to be able to get yourself off under the table with just a little friction.â You felt hot even though the room was cold, your nipples pebbled once Johnny ripped off your bra, and when he saw them hard, he flicked one and then pinched the other. You yelped but Johnny just kept talking, âbut no matter how much pressure you put on that little pussy, or how deep you get your fingers, you never cum do you? No, because I am the only one that can make that sweet cunt cream.â
Johnny laughed at you and moved his cock up and down through your wet slit, lubing up his fat tip so it would be able to just slide into your wanton hole. Whenever his tip would catch your entrance, you would gasp and roll your hips, trying to suck his cock into you, but the man above you would just chuckle and call you an eager slut, which you were. "With you being such a brat and impatient, should I even fuck you? Or should I just leave you here to sit in your own mess, continuing to drip while I go on with my day."
Him not fucking you was something you wouldn't be able to bare. "Please Johnny, I want you to fuck me. I need it please, I need to feel your big cock in my wet pussy, I love it so much. I want you to use my hole and cum in it and put a baby in me please, please pl-" your rambling and begging was cut off by a scream.
Johnny lined his cock up with your hole and bottomed out immediately, not giving you any time to adjust before he was pulling almost all the way out, just leaving the tip in, and then slamming his hips against yours. His tip met the spot deep within you that made you see stars and since he kept doing that, you didn't think you'd be able to last.
"So fucking tight, I love your cunt, how warm and small it is, and how I own it. I can do whatever I want with it, with you." His eyebrows were furrowed as he watches his cock disappear and then reappeared in between you two. You could hold your neck up long enough to focus on what he was so entranced by. You were starting to feel tired, and your vision was blurring, your throat hurt from the constant stream of moans and screams that left your mouth, but your ears seemed to focus in on the sound of Johnny's hips meeting yours and how much wetness was down there.
"Johnny, mâgonna cum." He started shaking his head before he answered verbally. "No, you're going to wait for me so we can cum together and if you can't do that I'll pull out and you won't be able to cum at all." "Johnny-" you whined but Johnny just slapped your thigh harshly.
If you hadn't been so far away from each other, you would've been worried, but Johnny hadn't been able to feel you for months, and now that he has the luxury again, he wasn't going to last either. His hips already losing rhythm and the speed quickening, gave you hope of being able to wait for him.
"Pussy so good, gonna cum in it, make you a mommy and me a daddy. How does that sound baby, me, a daddy?" You were concentrated on not coming without him, so you just mindlessly nodded along to everything he said. The walls of your pussy were tightening around his length, and he was getting closer and closer to the edge that you were already on, just holding on for him.
"You're so pretty baby, I'm almost there, you're doing so good. Just a little longer and then you can cum." A vein in his neck became more prominent and his bottom lip had started bleeding from him biting it. "Okay baby, I'm gonna cum, cum with me, you can do it."
With his permission you were able to let go and allow the bubble in you to burst, you cried out as your vision turned white when you felt his cum fill you. You came harder than you ever had, as well as longer and when your eyes opened you saw Johnny sitting there with a sinister look on his face with a knowing smirk. You didn't understand what the expression was for, but Johnny's gaze was fixated on your throbbing pussy. But yours was now fixated on his abs, that were covered in something other than his sweat.
"What-" "You squirted baby, all over me." That isn't what you had expected, and you felt self-conscious, you started to close in on yourself and looking around the bed for something you could cover yourself with. "No no no, baby, that was so fucking hot. Wanna make you do it again." His lips found their way to yours in hopes of calming you down and while you were thinking he was going to plant you a gentle peck, it was aggressive and hot.
Moaning again when Johnny nipped at your lip, he smiled at you and looked back down to your pussy. "Y'know, I wasn't joking about wanting to make you do that again and I have to make sure we get my baby in you. You think you're up for another one?"
Regaining your confidence, you smiled and nodded. Johnny leaned back in, but he was caught off guard when he felt you hook your leg around his lower back and flipped him onto his back, switching your spots so you were on top. "We can do that, but I want to make you beg now."
HELLO MY DEAR. I CAN'T BELIEVE I ONLY FINISHED READING ăSMELLING LIKE ROSESăNOW AODKDMFKEKEMSMSKDDK IT'S A FUCKING. FUCKING. FUCKING. MASTERPIECEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I HAVE ONLY READ ONE WORK OF YOURS AND I ALREADY KNOW YOU'RE ONE OF MY ABSOLUTE FAV FANFIC WRITERS IN MY ENTIRE FANGIRL LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR WRITING FOR NCT đđđđđ AND ESPECIALLY JENO CUZ HE'S MY FAV MEMBER TO FANTASISE ABOUT đđđđđđđđđ i usually skip threesome bc my peasized brain can't handle so many people (above 2 ppl đ) at once and i'd lost track as to what everyone's doing at that time but when i read the sneak peek of your fic i just knew that i HAD to read this story and im SO glad that i did đđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ it corporated so many of my fav (kinkyđđ & FLUFF) elements i will absolutely be coming back to this fic so many times (when i like something, ill just keep going back at it so pls don't be surprised if you see me screaming about this fic again in the future đđ). also, i absolutely dig innocent as well đ why are you so good at it!!! and oh gosh the fluff đđ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤i can't express my gratitude enough ă ă ă ă ă ă ă ă ă ă ă ă ă ă ă ă ă ă please write more for jeno in the future ă ă you're an absolute goddess ă ă âĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄ
also, this was my immediate reaction when i read this part wieksksksk -
Jaemin only thought Jeno wanted to fuck you, and to be fair, Jeno did, he really, really wanted to fuck you, but he also wanted you. Just you in general, he wanted you the same way Jaemin had you. Even though Jaemin knew him better than anyone else, Jeno would make sure that Jaemin never knew the extent of his want for you.
OMG HE WANTS HIS BEST FRIEND'S GIRL??? SIDJSKSKSK DID HIS WANT STEM OUTTA COMPETITIVE JEALOUSY? would he have wanted her, or as badly, if she wasn't jaemin's? ă ă ă ă ă ă
he's so bad omg ă ă ă ă ă ă ă ă but luckily he decided not to ruin anything good between this couple ă ă ă ă ă ă on any given day, im usually team jeno but here i had to side with jaemin đ đ đ whoever is nice to the girl wins my heart!! đ đ đđđđđ
also did jeno & jaemin agree on what jeno wouldn't do to her? (like no penetration or lips-on-lips kissing during đ) i honestly feared that jaemin would let him use her however he wanted but luckily he didn't!! đĽşđĽşđ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤
im so sorry for this lengthy ask & reblog, i like this story with all my heart ă ă ă ă âĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄ
OML THANK YOU SM FOR THIS!! I'm so flattered and Jeno is one of my favorite members too! I actually read threesomes and gangbangs often bc I like the chaos of them bit I get worried when writing them that I'm going to forget about someone/leave them out. I'm so glad you liked the fluff, in the beginning of coming up with the idea, it was supposed to be barely any fluff, but I just count help myself, and ended up writing a whole relationship. I look forward to your future notes and comments!
I have two fics now with the whole innocent reader theme and I was worried that they were going to be too similar and boring once they were compared, but I'd like to think they're different enough. And I have a couple jeno fics in the works now! Although, I'm not sure when they'll make it out.
I didn't go into detailed abt why Jeno wanted her but I think some of it had to be because he was jealous of Jaemin, and he kind of only wanted her bc of Jaemin bc if Jaemin didn't have her, Jeno wouldn't know her so I think the forbidden aspect of it definitely egged the feelings on.
Jeno didn't want to step in and ruin the relationship, but he wouldn't of said no if she changed her mind and wanted him instead. He was trying to make himself seem better than Jaemin in hopes of winning you over.
They might've said something while they were planning the whole thing but another option was that Jeno was trying to show her how much she wanted him without even doing much (if that makes sense). Of course Jaemin wasn't going to willingly let Jeno have his way with his girl tho.
And no worries! I enjoyed reading the ask and responding to it. I'm really happy you liked the fic and felt the need to reach out, I really appreciate it!
Paring: Roommates!Nomin (Lee Jeno and Na Jaemin) x Female Reader, Na Jaemin x Female Reader
Preview:Â âLetâs make some porn Jaems.â He smiled at his friend and rubbed his neck. âOf us Jeno?â Jaeminâs cheeks turned red, heâs admitted that Jeno is sexy, specifically when he runs his hand through his hair, but he wouldnât think of having sex with him, let alone making porn.Â
Jeno just laughed at his reaction, throwing his head back slightly, his eyes crinkling shut. âNo, Jaemin. Well, yes, I guess so. Weâd have a girl involved, obviously, but youâre majoring in photography and videography, you could film, I could fuck. It would be perfect, and people love amateur porn.âÂ
Jaeminâs cheeks lost their vibrant color and considered the idea. He already had the camera, Jenoâs always horny. It could possibly work.
Word Count: 13.9k
Genre: Non-Idol AU, College AU
Warnings: Smut, mature language/cursing, fluff (a lot), not proofread, unrealistic porn themes i guess, not really a warning but y/n and jaemin are a complicated couple (kind of, not really)
Smut Warnings: Threesome, recording while having sex, innocent reader gets slightly used but it's consensual, jeno and jaemin are kinda mean, use of sex toys (nipple clamps, a dildo, and a vibrator, a butt plug), bondage rope is mentioned but it isn't used, hints of dumbification, praising, pet names, degradation, slight cumplay, dacryphilia, corruption
a/n: okay, so, this has a ton of fluff and to be honest i didnât mean for it to have this much but it just happened. i hope this doesnât suck ass and that you enjoy it. also, let me know if i missed something with the warnings.
There, the bold word read: EVICTION, to the two boys. When Jeno came home from class that day, he saw the eviction notice taped to his and Jaeminâs door, seeing the red letters immediately made his heart drop and breath pick up.
âJaemin, man, we need money.â Jeno looked over at his roommate in time to see him roll his eyes. âNo shit, Jeno. Iâm so glad you can read man; college is really doing you some good.â
Jaemin and Jeno were four months behind on their rent, with partially filled promises, the boys kept asking for an extension on their deadline, but they werenât able to make it. The landlord of the building they were staying in had been gracious, used to the tenants being college students, she was used to having deadlines not being met. Every tenant was able to make rent by the time of the new deadline. However, the renters Na Jaemin and Lee Jeno werenât able to make it within the four extensions they were given.
âWhat are we going to do? We need four monthsâ worth of rent by the end of this month.â Jeno ran his hand through his bleached hair and tugged on the roots. âI can always pick up more hours at the cafĂŠ and the bookstore.â Jaeminâs eyebrows were furrowed, and he started rubbing his temples to try and soothe the oncoming headache.
Jeno heard Jaeminâs idea and spoke up, âIâll ask for more hours at the rink, I can see if I can start teaching one of the kidâs classes.â With the taunting topic of being kicked out looming over them, imagining Jeno teaching little kids how to play hockey was able to brighten Jaeminâs mood a little bit.
âWill we even be able to make enough by the deadline just by picking up extra shifts?â Jeno asked, praying Jaemin would have a positive answer. When Jeno turned his head to look at him, all he saw was the sight of Jaemin shaking his head ânoâ.
âLetâs make some porn Jaems.â He smiled at his friend and rubbed his neck. âOf us Jeno?â Jaeminâs cheeks turned red, heâs admitted that Jeno is sexy, specifically when he runs his hand through his hair, but he wouldnât think of having sex with him, let alone making porn.
Jeno just laughed at his reaction, throwing his head back slightly, his eyes crinkling shut. âNo, Jaemin. Well, yes, I guess so. Weâd have a girl involved, obviously, but youâre majoring in photography and videography, you could film, I could fuck. It would be perfect, and people love amateur porn.â
Jaeminâs cheeks lost their vibrant color and considered the idea. He already had the camera, Jenoâs always horny. It could possibly work.
âWhat kind of video should we make then? You watch too much porn for your own good, in my opinion, so you should have a whole porn library in that head. The only type of library for that matter.â Jaemin wasnât liking this idea, but if it would keep them in their apartment, he would be able to be convinced.
Grabbing his phone, he searched for one of the many videos he had saved. There was a specific type of video he was thinking about. âIâm going to ignore your comment about the amount of porn I watch, Iâm an adult, I can do what I want. But anyways, how about a casting couch video? Theyâre pretty hot if you ask me and they're popular videos.â
âWhat exactly is a casting couch?â Not wanting to chit chat about porn for too much longer, Jaemin asked the question he wasnât exactly wanting the answer to. Jeno turned his phone around to show Jaemin the screen.
âWell, normally it's a younger and sort of innocent girl who is new to the industry, and the person behind the camera kind of uses her a bit, for their own pleasure and to get a good video.â He was starting to get a bit excited, the thought of possibly being able to make his favorite type of porn was finally catching up to him.
âThat's a bit fucked up Jeno.â Although Jaemin voiced disgust for it, he couldnât take his eyes off of the screen. There was a girl on the couch looking up at the camera while playing with her clit, the man holding the camera had two fingers in her mouth and was fucking them down her throat, drool was spilling out the sides of the girlâs mouth as she was gagging. Her motions on her clit were speeding up and she was about to cum until the man removed his hand from her mouth and took her hands off her pussy.
âYeah, but it's hot, popular, and cheap to make. All you need is a couch, a camera, and a girl.â They had a couch, Jaemin had a camera, all they needed was a girl. âWho are we going to do this with then?â
"What about the girl you've been seeing for a bit Jaem? She's cute, seems innocent enough, and there's a good chance sheâll be comfortable around you." Jeno asked as soon as he saw a message from you light up Jaemin's phone. Jaemin saw where Jenoâs line of sight had gone and so he snatched his phone off the table as quick as possible. You were his.
"Y/n? Her and I are getting somewhat serious, and I really like her, I'd hate to scare her off." Jaemin also didn't really want Jeno touching you.
"Well, don't you think she'd feel weird if you were filming another girl?"Â Jeno had Jaemin cornered, he would only want to do this with you and not another girl, but on the other hand, he didn't want you to be too freaked out. Even though Jaemin didnât want other people to see you like that, specifically Jeno, he couldnât help but imagine the sight of you in a state like that. He liked that sight, a lot.
"I guess we can bring it up when she comes over for dinner tomorrow."Â As soon as Jaemin gave in, Jeno grabbed his laptop off the table and headed to the couch.
Jaemin walked over to where Jeno was now sitting to see why he had grabbed his laptop so quickly. He assumed Jeno had gone onto Pornhub to gather ideas, or to just get horny. But once the screen of the computer was visible to him, Jaemin saw him on a website that sold sex toys. Sighing and starting to regret sawing heâd ask you, Jaemin tried to take the computer from Jeno.
âCâmon man, weâre not trying to torture her here, I thought weâd go a vanilla route for the time being.â Jeno however, was able to move the computer out of Jaeminâs reach. âNow why would we do that? People like kinky shit Jaems.â Rolling his eyes once again Jaemin argued, âNo, you like kinky shit.â
Even though Jaemin acted as if he was revolted, heâd would be lying if he said he hadnât thought of doing those types of things with and to you. Tying you up, not letting you cum, not letting you stop cumming, making you cry, fucking your pussy while shoving a dildo down your throat, using an inflatable butt plug, dressing you up in frills and fucking you dumb, the list was honestly endless. Jaemin didnât tell anyone about what he wanted to do to you, not Jeno, not you, he barely liked to admit it to himself.
He was too distracted with imagining you screaming his name that he didnât notice Jeno calling his name until he slapped his back. âThinking about this?â Jenoâs voice wasnât teasing, at all, which is what Jaemin would expect. âYeah, I am.â He nodded and looked back at the screen that was on his friendâs lap.
They spent the rest of the day looking at various sex toys, adding them to the cart, removing them from the cart, just to add them again. Nipple clamps, dildos, vibrators, a butt plug, and rope. Jeno was the one that initially typed the items in the search bar and added them to the cart, but Jaemin didnât oppose to a single one. For needing money, they spent more than they wanted, but in Jenoâs words, âYou have to spend money to make money Jaems, and donât worry man, this is good for the economy.â
Without another word between each other, Jeno clicked on the cart and then pressed checkout. 200 dollars of sex toys was now charged to his credit card, he went on about how they werenât going to use cheap toys on you. Jaemin just let out a heavy breath through his nose and leaned back. Dropping his head so it was leaning on the back of the couch, he stared up at the popcorn ceiling, worried that this was going to lose his chance with you. You guys werenât necessarily official yet, but you had established you guys liked each other, and you werenât seeing other people.
Jaemin was hoping that this wouldnât change anything between you. He liked the nights where you two would get dinner and eat it on his couch in front of the TV. He liked when you would demand you help him wash the dishes. He liked when you two would cuddle on the couch, picking up on the movie you paused to wash dishes. And he loved when you would fall asleep on his shoulder, your cheek smushed into him, with your lips pouty. He would always turn off the TV, quietly pick you up, and bring you to his bed.
He knew it was creepy but after he laid you down, he would stand back up, go to the other side of the bed to lay down and watch you sleep, just for a little bit. He liked the peaceful way your chest would rise and fall, the small snore that left your lips, it wasnât loud and obnoxious, Jaemin thought it was cute, and he found himself longing to hear it during the nights you didnât spend next to him.
When he felt his eyes get droopy and the yawns became more consistent, Jaemin would pull you to his chest and tuck his face into your neck. His breath would slightly tickle your neck, causing you to wake up and giggle. Jaemin would feel the bed move as you rolled over to face him, seeing your squinted eyes even in the dark look at him.
âHi Jaem.â Your lips brushed against his as you spoke, but before he could respond, the silence was soon replaced with that quiet snore. Jaemin smiled, remembering the time you told him you slept better next to him, he noticed how once you got tired, you immediately fell asleep, always snuggled into his side, no matter the position, or even the place.
The peaceful memory was ripped from him by Jeno shouting next to him, having grabbed a video game controller, Jaemin hadnât seen him change the TV input to play one of his many games, and now he was screaming at the TV.
âIâm going to my room Jeno.â Just receiving a grunt in return, he walked down the dark hallway, it was still light outside when they started talking about this whole thing, but now it was dark, and he was wishing you were lying in bed next to him.
It was you who originally said that you slept better next to him, since you guys started sleeping next to each other on a semi-normal occasion, Jaemin realized that he slept better next to you as well.
Blindly reaching around for his phone, he found it in the mess of sheets on top of him. Squinting once the bright light appeared in the dark room, he was met with his home screen, which was a picture of you.
You two had gone out into the downtown area of the city one night, just walking around in the then chilly air. Jaemin looked down at you and saw the way the bright lights reflected in the lens of your eyes. Discreetly putting a little bit of distance between you, using the oncoming flow of people as an excuse, he pulled out his phoneâs camera, and as soon as the people passed, he snapped the picture.
It was slightly blurry, but still clear enough to see you. The lights behind you illuminated your figure, which was covered with dark clothing. Your head was tilted up, your smile was wide, and you looked absolutely beautiful to Jaemin, and thatâs when he came to terms with his love for you. Although, he decided that it was way too early to actually express it verbally to you. So, he waited, and waited, continuing to show you his love in other ways, but then this happened, and of course you were Jenoâs first choice for this.
Jaemin pressed his thumb where his phone said, and it unlocked, showing yet another picture of you, but he was also in this one. It was one of your first outings and he took you to a small cafĂŠ, opting to sit next to you rather than across from you, he asked to take the picture, naturally smiling when you laid your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arm around his. Your upper lip was covered in a foam that was tinted green from your matcha latte, and his was covered in whipped cream, from his hot chocolate that was the kidâs temperature.
Forgetting why he got his phone out for a minute, too distracted by the picture of you two, he suddenly remembered and pressed the message icon.
Having texted you last, you name was at the top, your profile picture the same one from his lock screen, and he smiled every time he saw it. He just smiled every time he saw you, or heard you, or thought about you. He just smiled at you.
Jaemin: hey y/n, are you awake?
<Y/n3: yeah, just doing some studying, whatâs up? are you okay?
He smiled at your immediate response and worry.
Jaemin: yes, iâm fine, just miss you. can you come over?
<Y/n3: is jeno there? iâm still studying and he likes to scream at the tv until 3 am
Jaemin: yeah, heâs here, is it okay if i go over to you instead?
<Y/n3: i would love that, see you soon
Jaemin ripped the blankets off of him, grabbed his keys, ignored Jeno when he asked where he was going so late, and left. When it had something to do with you, Jaemin couldnât do anything until he saw you. Speeding on the way to your apartment, he pulled into the parking spot next to your car and ran to the door of the lobby. Jaemin wasnât even sure if he remembered to lock his car, but he wasnât worried
about that. You lived in a safe part of town, too worried and scared about the world to live somewhere that wasnât considered secure.
As soon as Jaemin made it into the elevator and tapped your floor number, he pulled out his phone to text you that he was in your building. Your building allowed late night visitors, but they werenât too fond of it, so to not get you in trouble he always texted you so he wouldnât have to knock. Also, late at night, you would always worry when he used to knock, scared that it wasnât actually him, and some random stranger was at your door.
Texting you again to say that he was at your door once the elevator doors opened, giving you time to get to your door before he truly arrived. One time he texted you that he was there as soon as he got to your doorstep, and the building manager that was there during the night shift got on to him about how the residents donât like people to come in and out of the building after 10, mostly because youâre the youngest tenant in the entire the building, its filled with mostly older people, that is why itâs considered safe.
He heard your door open and saw your head peak out once you saw he wasnât right in front of your door. You looked down the hallway one side and then the other, and thatâs when you saw him. Jaeminâs smile stretched from ear to ear, it pushed the apples of his cheeks up and he jogged the rest of the way to your door. You giggled when he appeared right in front of you and gently grabbed the sides of your face and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. His thumbs rubbed your cheekbones and both of you smiled into the kiss.
âHi Jaemin.â You whispered into his mouth. âHi Y/n.â He just whispered back and pulled away, still holding you close. âI just really needed to be with you.â Jaeminâs cheeks turned red at his admission, glad that your living room was dark so you couldnât see how red they truly were.
âIâm really glad youâre here. Iâve been missing you; I just didnât want to bother you.â Jaemin gasped, âYou could never bother me, Iâd drop everything for you Y/n.â He leaned back in, trying to start a heated kiss when you placed your hands on his chest, keeping him at armâs length. âI wasnât joking about studying, you horndog.â Jaemin just laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist as you turned around to head back to your room.
And studied is what you did, you studied at your desk and Jaemin sat on your bed, looking at you. He watched your facial expressions change once you went from topic to topic and subject to subject through the little mirror that sat on your desk. He wasnât expecting your eyes to meet in that little mirror, but they did, your droopy eyes had a knowing look in them, and he looked a bit lowered to your mouth which showed a matching yet tired smirk.
âQuit looking at me Na, Iâm focusing.â Your comment was interrupted by a yawn. Jaeminâs face disappeared from the mirror as he got up, you spun around in your chair slowly and looked up at him as he walked from your bed to you. Jaemin placed his hand under your chin and looked into your eyes. He saw how tired you were, and his hand moved to the top of your head, he ran his fingers through your hair and watched your eyes flutter shut as he started to massage your scalp. âLetâs get you to bed.â
Jaemin ignored your pouts and protests and reached around you to pull the string of your desk lamp. He took your almost limp arms and put them around his neck and picked you up by under your thighs. âHave you already brushed your teeth?â Laying your face on his shoulder, he felt you nod. He could tell you had already brushed your teeth for the night from the kiss you two shared earlier, but of course he didnât mention it, not wanting to embarrass you and pull you out of the peaceful and sleepy state your body and mind were in.
Jaemin walked to the foot of your bed and sat you down on the fluffy light pink comforter. âY/n, is it okay if I take your bra off? I know you donât like sleeping in it.â Keeping your eyes close, you just nodded again. You felt Jaeminâs warm hands reach underneath your shit, brushing your cold skin, his hands met at the clasp of your bra. He unhooked it and looked at you while you kept nodding off, and then jolting awake, and then nodding off again. Jaemin finished taking off your bra and gulped when he could see the shape of your breasts bounce underneath your shirt when they were no longer supported.
Trying to cleanse his thoughts, he mumbled, âCome on Y/n, letâs get you under the covers.â You let him move you to the head of the bed, you liked the feeling of him taking care of you and Jaemin liked taking care of you. Under hooded eyes, you watched him pull the blankets back, a mix of baby blues and pinks flashed, before you just saw black. Jaemin let you get yourself under your blankets as he turned off the other lamp you had beside your bed.
âNana.â You whined before you felt the bed dip under Jaeminâs weight. Before he was even able to lay all the way down and pull the blankets up to his chest, you were already laying on top of him. You felt his hand run through your hair like it did earlier, but this time it would venter down to your back and back up, rubbing up and down, lulling you to sleep. âI love you Jaemin.â He froze his movements, too overwhelmed now, everything heâs ever wanted to hear, has now reached his ears. âI love you too Y/n, so much.â
All he heard was some inaudible muttering, which was followed by soft snores. Jaemin could feel each of your cool inhales and the warm exhales on his bare chest, and he couldnât think of a single place heâd rather be. One thing he could think about however was that he wasnât going to let Jeno lay a single finger on you.
Jaemin was getting slightly worked up, mad at the thought of Jeno even thinking about touching you, but once he focused on the way your breath was hitting his chest, he eased his way to sleep with thoughts of you.
Jaemin and you both were restless sleepers but next to each other, you were still and slept through the entire night. The calm feeling of sleep was pulled from you when you felt Jaemin get up. Your eyes fluttered open, and you saw his bare back sitting up. Running your hand up and down his bare skin, he grinned and turned towards you.
âCâmon, Jaemin, lay with me some more.â Jaemin sighed and looked at you, your skin was glowing from the morning sun peering in from the blinds. âI wish I could Y/n, but Iâve got two classes.â You didnât have any classes on Fridays, which is why you let yourself stay up late the night before. âCanât you skip it? You skip to hang out with Jeno all the time.â You were right, and he knew that you knew that you were right. It didnât take any more convincing from you to make Jaemin stay. He made the mistake of looking into your eyes and he couldâve sworn they pulled him to lay back down.
You grinned at Jaemin once he side-eyed you, âNana? What are we?â Silence fell upon the room until Jaemin spoke up after a few minutes. âWell, I love you and you said you love me. I only see you and you only see me. I would like to say weâre together, but thatâs up to you as well, but before you answer, I do, um, have something to tell you and it may or may not change your view on us.â Â That worried you a bit, especially since Jaemin refused to look at you in the eye.
âWhat happened Jaemin?â The next the thing that came out of Jaeminâs mouth was almost inaudible because of how fast he said it. âSlow down Jaem, I couldnât understand what you said.â You giggled, mostly because of the blush on Jaeminâs cheeks. But Jaemin didnât repeat it, he just said, âYouâll find out tonight at dinner, youâre still coming over, right?â You sigh, although you didnât want to wait to find out, you just nodded at him and let out a little smile.
Jaemin ended up skipping both of his classes to spend the day with you, and throughout the day you asked him several times what he was going to ask, and why you had to wait until dinner. He almost broke a couple times, but in the end, he decided that it would probably be a good idea to have Jeno there too. Just so, when you were asked, youâd know that Jeno would be heavily involved.
He wished the day went by slower, even though that was impossible whenever you were around. Time seemed to fly by with you. On the way to his and Jenoâs apartment, Jaemin hoped that every stop light was red, but it seemed like the universe wasnât on his side with this one. And whenever he did get his wish and got a red light, youâd sigh, sitting in the passenger seat in the complete opposite state as Jaemin. While he was dreading tonight, you were aching for it. The curiosity was killing you.
Sure, Jaemin didnât want to be evicted, he just wished him and Jeno had a bit more time, or at least enough time to come up with a better idea. He cursed Jenoâs horny brain for this being the first idea it came up with and he cursed himself for agreeing with it so easily.
âYou know Y/n, how about we skip out on dinner and go somewhere just the two of us?â The dark-haired boy spoke up as soon as he pulled into his apartment complexâs parking lot. âSeriously Jaemin? Iâve been waiting all day, if you donât want to come then you donât have to, but Jeno is expecting me, and it would be rude to cancel on such short notice.â Not saying anything else, Jaemin just grumbled and got out of the car, he definitely wasnât going to leave you alone with Jeno.
When you got out of the car, Jaemin had a hard time keeping up with you, he was hoping to walk as slow as possible but you speed walked your way to the elevator, pressing the button as quickly as possible. Jaemin got to your side as soon as the doors opened, he was praying the elevator had broken over night, but of course, it hadnât.
âI donât think whatever happens up there is going to change anything Jaem, I meant what I said last night.â You walked a bit closer to him, wanting to comfort him while also giving him space. It seemed that space wasnât what Jaemin wanted, because he grabbed your hips and pushed you into the wall behind you, your back pressed against the wall and his front pressed against yours. âJaemin, what if the doors open before your floor and someone sees?â âLet them, they can take the stairs.â Dodging your pouted lips, he went straight for your neck. Planting wet open mouth kissed along it and aiming for his goal, which was to leave a mark.
Once Jaemin found your sweet spot, he starting to suck a bruise onto your skin, with caused you to let out a moan. He chuckled against you skin and whispered, âI havenât even done anything yet.â You choked a bit and whispered, scared that if you were in louder you were going to moan again, âWhat are you going to do?â Instead of giving a response, Jaemin just removed himself from you and fixed the front of his shirt, that was now wrinkled from you grabbing and pulling on it. He took a step back and placed himself in his original standing spot of the elevator. âJaemin?â You were still breathing heavily, slouched against the wall of the metal box.
The doors opened and he just turned his head to you and grinned, âAre you ready? You were so exciting to come tonight.â Upset at the man that had started to get you worked up, you just pushed past him and made your way down the hallway where his and Jenoâs apartment was.
It didnât take long for Jaemin to catch up with you, he didnât want Jeno to open the door to just you, he felt the need to monitor what was going to happen as soon as you step foot through that door. You went ahead a knocked and not a few seconds later, the door swung open to reveal Jeno with messy hair, sweatpants, and a muscle t-shirt.
âHi Jeno! How are you?â You asked the blonde man as he stepped aside to let you and Jaemin enter. Jeno eyes racked down your back, landing on your ass, until Jaemin walked right behind you, hiding your body from Jenoâs view. Before speaking, he grunted, âIâm not doing too bad Y/n. I already have the food out, letâs go ahead and eat.â This made you wonder even more about what Jeno and Jaemin were going to ask you, they both were in on it.
While you ate your meal, Jeno and Jaemin just stared you down, not letting a single motion escape their watch. Jenoâs stare was more intimidating but because of Jaeminâs behavior today, his was the one you were scared of the most. You didnât want to look at either of them and to be honest, you were unable to maintain eye contact. Your meek look wasnât any competition for their daunting ones.
You just settled with staring down at your plate, to see it empty, swallowing the last bite, you were now anticipating what was next. Jeno, however, didnât make you wait long.
"Y/n, we have a few questions we want to ask you." Jeno smiled and sung your name as he got up from his seat. Jaemin, following in suit, also got up and slowly walked over to where you were seated and looking up at them curiously.
You looked over at Jaemin with wide eyes and your head slightly tilted. You could make Jaemin fold and cause him to lose his intimidating facade with that look, but he kept his composure.
Jeno however, wanted this, very badly, and so he continued to look down at you as he slowly walked around the table to your side, dragging a finger across the smooth wooden top as he went on. In the back of his mind, he knew that the need to fuck you, wasn't just to make money, he had always been jealous of Jaemin since you started hanging around him. You were always clinging to him and looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, all Jeno could do was stare daggers into you and his friend.
"What kind of questions do you guys want to ask me?" Always so oblivious, you paid no mind to their lustful stares and asked for the questions with a smile on your face.
Sharing a glance with the man across from him, Jeno smirked and let the questions go. âTo start off, have you had sex before Y/n?â Now, Jeno knew the answer to this, heâs heard you and Jaemin before. Your loud whines and moans that mixed with Jaeminâs low grunts. But he asked this just so he could see the look on your face. He made sure not to miss a single movement out of you. The small jerk your entire body made, the small gasp that left your slightly parted lips, and the sheepish look you gave Jaemin.
Jaemin could tell that Jeno was making you nervous, whenever you got nervous, you would start shaking. You were already doing that, and soon youâd start pacing. Jaemin made sure he was close to you without overwhelming you even more.
âUm, yeah, I uh, Iâve done it before.â Jeno loved the way you looked down and to the side out of embarrassment. But he hated the way Jaemin smirked and winked at him, because Jaemin, Jaemin knew him better than anyone else and Jaemin knew that Jeno wanted you. Jaemin only thought Jeno wanted to fuck you, and to be fair, Jeno did, he really, really wanted to fuck you, but he also wanted you. Just you in general, he wanted you the same way Jaemin had you. Even though Jaemin knew him better than anyone else, Jeno would make sure that Jaemin never knew the extent of his want for you.
Plastering a sickeningly sweet smile on his face, Jeno asked something that was completely see-through to Jaemin. âY/n? Are you on any form of birth control?â Without looking up, you just nodded. âThatâs really good, so responsible of you.â Both boys noticed what the praise did to you, you shifted in your seat and âsubtlyâ squeezed your thighs together.
When Jeno stepped even closer to you and crouched down to your level, and asked, âAre you wet right now, Y/n?â Thatâs when you got up to start pacing, and so Jaemin swooped in and took you in his arms. Quietly shushing you and rubbing up and down your back, he looked at Jeno who had gotten up and smiled, a bit sadistically.
Looking down at you, Jaemin switched his smile to a much more innocent one and leaned down to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. The kiss didnât stay sweet though, quickly Jaemin heated it up and of course, you let him. He ran his tongue across the seam of your lips and wiggled its way through. But your modest self, placed your hands on his chest and softly pushed him off of you, still keeping him close.
âJaemin, this is nice and all, but uh, Jenoâs right there.â You looked up at him with doe eyes and then looked behind you, over your shoulder at Jeno, who just smiled and waved his hand.
Now it was Jaeminâs turn to ask you a question. âY/n, would it be okay if Jeno touched you a bit?â A bit. That was an understatement. If you said yes to this, Jeno wasnât sure if heâd be able to go on without touching you.
You looked back at Jaemin with wide eyes, and you figured that was the question he was putting off asking, but it turns out, it wasnât just that. âAnd would it be okay if Jaemin filmed me touching you?â When you went to looked behind you again, Jeno was much closer than before, he was so close that when you turned your head, your line of sight was right to his chest, which was pressed against you.
âLike, porn?â You whispered the last word, embarrassed to be saying it out loud and that made both Jeno and Jaemin laugh. For some reason, being in between the two men while theyâre laughing at you, made the area between your legs throb a bit. âYes Y/n, like porn. You see Jaemin and I are being evicted and we figured that a quick way to make some money was to use a pretty girl like you. Weâd make you feel so good, Sweetheart. You want to be our good girl, donât you Y/n?â You felt Jenoâs mouth on the shell of your ear and Jaeminâs gaze was casted down to your lips and all you could do in that moment, was nod. And thatâs when both boys snapped.
Hands were grabbing you, lips were on you, and their crotches were grinding against you. âAre we starting this now?â You whimpered out as Jaemin humped your front that was starting to ache even more. âNo, we arenât. We bought some things for it, and theyâre supposed to arrive tomorrow night.â Jeno cleared his throat and stepped back, watching Jaemin continue to kiss you.
Jaemin hadnât even realized that Jeno had stopped, until the blonde cleared his throat yet again, and thatâs when he looked up with swollen lips. Your lips followed him when they parted from yours, he smiled at you chasing the kiss and looked back up to Jeno.
âYou said that theyâre supposed to be here by tomorrow night?â Jaemin asked the man across from him and saw him bob his head up and down. âAre you okay with doing it on such short notice?â Once again, you did the only thing your body allowed you to do, which was nod.
Jaemin and you didnât stay at his apartment for much longer after the conversation occurred, he figured you should probably be as comfortable as you possibly can before the time comes. And you said youâd be the most pleasant in your bed with Jaemin beside you.
So, thatâs what you two did, he drove you two back to your apartment, but first he stopped so you two could get ice cream, in hopes to calm your nerves.
The sweet aroma mixed well with the cool temperature that greeted you when you first walked in. The light pink and blue stripes on the walls soothed you, reminding you of the colors of your bed set and dĂŠcor. You leaned into Jaemin, the warmth of him and the cold of the building made you sigh, as well as goosebumps rise along your arms. While you looked at the wide variety of flavors, being 31 of them, Jaemin ran his hands along your arms, warming them up.
âHi, how may I help you today? Are you wanting to try any flavors?â The young boy looked at you from behind the counter and smiled a toothy grin. Not over 16 years old, no doubt saving up for a car or college. Jaemin spoke up from behind you, knowing you hated ordering what you wanted. âCan we just have two scoops of cookies nâ cream in a bowl please?â He felt you tug on his arm, and then felt your lips by his ear. âRemember the upside-down cone.â You lowered yourself from your tippy toes. âAh how could I forget the upside-down cone?â He turned back to the boy and added, âAnd can you add a cone to the top of that please?â
The boy gave a look to Jaemin that showcased confusion. âDo I just-â, Jaemin smiled and answered the boy immediately, âJust set it on upside down pleaseâ. The boy just smiled again, eyebrows furrowed, obviously never being asked this before.
You and Jaemin stepped aside to allow the other people in line to step forward, and you two watched the teenage boy take the two scoops of ice cream in a bowl to where all the waffle items were. He took a cone and looked at it before carefully placing it on top of the ice cream. He returned to the edge of the counter and handed it to Jaemin, who said thank you and walked towards the door, with you still hanging onto his arm.
âNow letâs you home.â Jaemin looked at you, who was already eating the waffle cone and laughed as he unlocked his car.
The rest of the night went by pretty quickly, you spoon-fed Jaemin bites of ice cream while he drove, laughing if some of it dribbled onto his chin and shirt. You let yourself drift into a specific state of mentality that only Jaemin can bring out. This caused you to forget about what was going to happen the next night, you were excited for it but also nervous, but you knew that Jaemin would be monitoring the entire thing, literally and figurately, so you were in safe hands.
You and Jaemin finished the ice cream and waffle cone and you set the empty bowl into the cup holder, your eyes had started to glaze over with drowsiness and your body and mind gave you no strength to continue to keep your eyes open. With your head against the cool glass of the window, you were lulled to sleep.
The only thing that woke you up was Jaemin lightly patting your pockets for your keys. âMy left one.â He whispered a thank you and slightly moved you in his arms, so he had access to said pocket. From picking you up and out of your seat in the car, to walking to your bedroom, Jaemin never set you down once. Nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, caused you to fall asleep again before your head even made it to the pillow.
You woke up the next morning just like you did the morning before, this time though, Jaemin was still lying next to you, he was already awake and quietly looking at you. You felt his warm hand on your lower back as your chests were pressed to each other. âGood morning, Nana.â He leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips instead of answering. âYouâre so pretty Y/n, you know that right.â You just blushed and looked away. âJaeminâŚâ You drug the âminâ of his name on. âYou are Y/n, most beautiful woman in the world.â Giggling, you swatted at his chest.
He grabbed the hand that was lightly hitting his chest and brought it up to his lips. Placing light kisses on your fingertips, he asked if you wanted a rundown of what was going to happen that night. You shook your head no and decided you wanted the surprise. âI will tell you that Jeno and I are going to act a little mean, but we donât mean what weâll actually be saying.â Not understanding what he was saying at the moment, you just decided to go along with it, remember to keep it in mind later.
Later came much sooner that both you and Jaemin thought it would, because one minute you two were laying bed, slowly making out and then the next, you were driving to Jaemin and Jenoâs apartment for the second time in 24 hours.
Much like the night before, Jaemin was dreading the arrival to his apartment, only this time, you too, were not looking forward to this. Or at least, thatâs what you told yourself. You were excited, and you seemed to be horny all day, from trying to make something more out of the slow make out session you two shared in bed, which Jaemin said ânoâ to because you needed to say your energy, to damn near getting on your knees and begging Jaemin to join you in the shower. Which he did end up giving into your pleads, but he still forced himself to refuse to allow anything sexual to happen. Jaemin knew that you could get worn out from sex and then be tired for the rest of the day, and you had a big night ahead of you.
Thinking about what was going to happen, your mind went to auto pilot and the next thing you knew was you were standing in their apartment as Jaemin went to get him camera from his room. Jeno hadnât said much to you since you arrived, he only really nodded in acknowledge when you sheepishly entered his apartment close behind Jaemin, not letting go of his hand. You reminded him of a child about to go into a haunted house with their parents while they were young, wide eyes, their whole body shaking, and hiding behind them for protection.
Jeno did approach you after Jaemin left to go to his room and handed you a light pink box with a slightly darker pink bow. âI, uh, I mean, Jaemin and I, got this for you to wear, sorry if it doesnât fit super well, I- Jaemin and I werenât positive on what your size was.â You accepted the box and looked up at Jeno with the same scared look you had when you first walked into the room. As you were walking away to go put whatever was in the box on, you thought about how Jaemin did know your size, he loved buying you sweaters he knew you loved, and it wasnât like him to forget random things about you.
You passed your lover in the hallway after he grabbed his camera, âCan I just change in your room Nana?â You held up the box to let him know what you were talking about, but he still looked confused, like heâs never seen that box in his entire life. But he still responded with, âYes, of course you can, I didnât see you have that with you in the car?â He thought it was something you had bought at some point in the past two days, even though he was with you for every minute. He also didnât know why you wouldâve put that in a decorative box if you had already owned it.
When you answered him, he felt his blood run cold as well as boil at the same time. âNo? Jeno said that you and him got it for me to wear during this whole thing.â He just looked back at the box, shot a fake smile to you and went straight into the living room, which is where Jeno was. Jaemin made sure his door was fully shut with you inside before he started, âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â He put his camera down so he could shove Jeno. Only stumbling back, Jeno just rolled his eyes and tried to justify his perverted tendencies. âItâll be good for the video, man. Trust me.â
That only made Jaemin even more angry, âTrust you? Iâve seen the way you look at her, I saw the way you looked when you suggested her for this, you looked like a dog that was begging for a bone, fucking drooling just at the thought. How can I trust you when you canât get my girl out of your horny mind?â
Shaking his head in disbelief he went to where he set his camera and tripod down and walked back to the middle of room, he was trying to calm down, not wanting you to worry.
Jaemin was getting his camera set up, when he heard his bedroom door open. Him and Jeno exchanged glances as they heard your soft footsteps pad their way to the living room. âJaemin? Can you come here for a second? Please?â Nodding at Jeno, Jaemin stepped away from his tripod and turned the corner that led to the hallway. And thatâs where he saw you.
He looked at you up and down and tried not to pounce on you immediately, Jaemin wouldnât want to ruin you before the camera was on. He would have several chances to do that later. Even though his brain was telling him not to, his dick, said something entirely different.
âJaemin, I donât know about this, this dress is embarr-â you were interrupted by Jaemin grabbing the sides of your face and slamming his lips to yours, his nose pressing into your cheek roughly. Moving his hands down your face, to your front, he squeezed your breasts once before moving his hands underneath your dress. Smiling against your mouth, he grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks, causing your thong to get wedged between your ass cheeks. âJaeminâ you moaned into his mouth as he grabbed your ass again and picked you up.
Heading to the living room with you in his arms, he heard Jeno gasp as he took in your appearance and threw you on the couch. Jaemin followed you down and lodged a knee between your thighs and continued to kiss you.
He only stopped when he felt a hand to his chest and was pushed off of you. âWhat the hell?â He looked up with lust crazed eyes, only to see Jeno looking down at the two of you. âLetâs save it for the camera lover boy.â
Jaemin grumbled and just headed back behind the camera and signaled for Jeno to follow him. As you sat up and fixed the frills of your dress, Jeno looked at you, well, your uncovered thighs, âDo you remember how this is supposed to go?â You just nodded and looked up at the camera once you deemed your dress and appearance fixed enough.
âYou can back out of this whenever Y/n, just say âRedâ if you want to stop.â Jaemin gave you the last genuinely sweet smile youâd see for the next hour or two.
Looking from Jaemin over to Jeno, you saw him sitting in the chair across from the couch, his legs were spread, and you could tell he was hard from the bulge in his sweatpants. He wasnât even all the way hard and he was already huge. Jeno was looking at you like he was ready to destroy you as soon as Jaemin gave him the thumbs up.
But first, he gave you a thumbs up, and you saw the blinking red light appear, the camera was rolling now.
âThanks for reaching out to us, what made you gain interest in the industry?â Jaemin was trying to remember the script while he was looking at you through the viewfinder. He saw the way your toes were curled in your white knee socks, your thighs were closed tightly together under the skirt of your frilly pink dress, your breasts were outlined in the top of the dress, which was too tight, but it showed your hard nipples poking out perfectly to the camera.
Jeno was trying to be patient but with the vulnerable and slightly uncomfortable look on your face and the way the dress outlined your body, Jenoâs patience was running out.
âI heard you needed a new star.â You felt hot, your mouth was dry, your hands were shaking, and your chest felt heavy. Your dress made you feel childish with all the frills and the pink but with the way Jaemin and Jeno were looking at you, it made you feel the opposite.
Both men had obvious tents in their sweatpants, but both chose to neglect them, saving them for when they could take out their need on you.
âWhat kind of kinks are you into Y/n?â Jaemin licked his lips and stared into your soul with hooded eyes. This question was put on the script for his own benefit. He wanted to know; he wanted an excuse to find out.
âI-um- Iâm not sure. I havenât done much besides the normal thing. But I do like my breasts to be played with, I like when Jaemin does it.â You went off script by accident, but Jaemin didnât mind, he knew you loved it when he twisted, sucked, pulled, pinched, and even bit your nipples. You had sensitive breasts and Jaemin always took advantage of that.
âIs there anything you wonât do?â Jenoâs gruff voice was spoke up from his chair besides Jaeminâs camera. âWell, I donât know what I donât like at the moment, I donât know how far this thing can go.â You were tripping over your words and Jenoâs next statement didnât help that. âWhat thing Y/n? You have words, use them.â
âIâm not sure-I donât know how extreme sex can go.â Jaemin cooed at the blush that appeared on your face when you said âsexâ. Whenever you said something remotely inappropriate, you grew embarrassed quickly. Jeno replied before Jaemin could, âWell weâll teach you, donât worry about it.â
âYou seem perfect for us Y/n, how about you take off your dress for us?â Following Jaeminâs orders immediately, you reached behind you to find the zipper. Your fingers fell a few inches too short to reach, âJaemin, I need help. I canât reach it.â Even though you were supposed to act semi-confident throughout the whole video, Jaemin loved the whiney undertone of your voice. He signaled to Jeno to help you, and he relished the way your lips slightly pouted when you saw it wasnât him who was going to help you.
Jeno wasnât too bad though, he came up to you, and moved all of your hair to one shoulder and slowly unzipped the dress, however, he didnât unzip it all the way. He stopped at your mid back, so the front fell just enough for your breasts to be shown. Moving out of the cameraâs view, Jeno went off to the side to watch you start playing with yourself.
âY/n, play with your tits for me.â Your eyes widened at the request, and you looked down at your breasts and brought your hands up to them. Even though you were supposed to look at the camera the entire time, you couldnât take your eyes off of the man behind it. Not knowing what to do first, you just settled with squishing them together. You let out a whimper once you made it to your nipples. Trying to do what Jaemin does, you pinched and pulled at them. No matter what you did, it didnât feel the same as when Jaemin would do it. Which way your turned them, how far you pulled them, and how hard you pinched them, nothing felt as good as when Jaemin would do it. Looking up at him, with an expression that could only mean âhelp meâ, Jaemin smirked, knowing what you were doing. He felt a sense of pride knowing only him could treat your body just the way you wanted.
âYouâre such a good girl for me Y/n, always so eager to do what I want, when I want. Such a little slut, a good little slut for me. Take off the rest of your dress, wanna see you.â The sight of you trying to remove your dress was an amusing one for Jeno and Jaemin, it seemed like you couldnât find the bottom of your skirt through all of the layers of frills. âSo dumb for us, canât even take off her clothes by herself.â Jeno taunted as he pulled you up from the couch and turned you around. He unzipped the rest of your dress and let it fall down and off your body, leaving you completely bare to the room, except for your knee socks.
Jeno and Jaemin took in the sight of you, you were obviously embarrassed, but so turned on. Jeno pushed you back onto the couch and watched your tits bounce from the impact.
âY/n, how about you spread your legs? Show us your pussy. I bet you taste just as sweet as you smell.â Jaemin brought the camera closer to you and ran his fingers through your wetness. He looked at Jeno as if he told him to get ready. âHere, use this and show us how you would play with yourself.â The man behind the camera handed you something you had only seen at the back of some stores. It was a vibrator, and you werenât too sure where to start, because you had never used one. Not with yourself and not with Jaemin.
Seeing your confusion and struggle, Jaemin went ahead and turned it on for you. âNow baby, put this on your clit and run it along your lips and clit and itâll feel really good.â You looked at Jaemin one last time before you looked at the toy. With the intention of following Jaeminâs orders, you lowered the buzzing toy to your cunt, but as soon as it touched your throbbing clit, your legs closed tightly. The whirring sound still filling the room, you looked up at the two me above you.
âFeels weird Nana.â Thatâs when Jaemin gave Jeno the signal to go ahead and step in. âIâll help you Y/n, itâll feel funny at first, but you just have to get used to it.â Jenoâs lips met your forehead in a quick kiss as he pushed you forward, so he could sit behind you.
You jerked up when you felt Jenoâs cock on pressing into your lower back, and you tensed up even more when Jeno placed a hand on your stomach and moved you once again, to lean against him. He picked up your thighs and placed them over his spread ones. Once again, exposing you to the prying eyes of the camera.
Putting his forearms on your thighs, in order to hold you down and stop you from squirming, Jeno picked up the vibrator that was still on and without warning, ran it along your folds. However, this time, your legs couldnât close, and you couldnât wiggle away with Jenoâs grip on you. All you could do was moan, close your eyes, and curl your toes.
Jeno did say you would have to get used to it, and you did, but what you werenât ready for was the feeling of the vibrator on you once you had already come. âJen-no, too much.â Without showing any mercy Jeno bumped up the level and held it on you with more force. âIf this is too much, then how are you going to get through the rest of the night?â
You just let out a whimper and felt your cheeks get wet from the tears that had started to fall without you knowing. âAw, poor baby is crying.â Jeno wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled your head back, so it was right by his. He used his hold on your neck and moved it to your chin, he turned your face towards him. Â You looked into his eyes and neither what he did, nor what came out of his mouth was expected.
âPass me the clamps Jaems.â And following his demand, he ran his tongue along one of your teary cheeks. You were ashamed of how you were letting these men treat you, but it felt so good that you couldnât help but give them what they wanted. Your dazed eye contact with Jeno was interrupted by the jingling sound that was coming from something in Jaeminâs hand.
He tossed them to Jeno who reach around you and caught them in his right hand, his left was preoccupied with playing with your nipples. His rubbing and pulling caused them to turn to hard pebbles.
âJeno, what are you going to do with those?â Your tried wiggling out of Jenoâs iron grip when you saw the light reflect off of the metal that made up the clamps, the chain connecting the two together, draped out of Jenoâs palm as he closed his fist around the clamps, not letting you see them anymore.
âWell, Jaemin had mentioned that you like your tits played with when we were buying all this stuff for you, and you confirmed that earlier, we want your breasts to have attention the whole time, but weâll be too busy playing with the parts of you that we really want to play with.
You closed your eyes as you saw Jeno start playing with the metal clamps again. Neither man told you when he was going to pinch them on you and you refused to open your eyes, this caused you to be left in a feeling of suspense.
That suspense was short-lived because soon you felt the cold metal clamps pinch your nipples between them. Your back arched when Jeno used the chain between the two clamps and pulled, hard. âJeno!â You quietly yelled out, keeping your eyes closed, tightly. Jaemin wasnât too happy with you moaning Jenoâs name, but this was hopefully a one-time thing.
With the clamps on, your nipples were being constantly stimulated, and even though you were trying to get used to the slightly uncomfortable feeling, Jeno and Jaemin had other plans.
Jaemin removed the camera from the tripod and held it in one hand, grabbed something from where the clamps came from, and walked closer to you. Jeno, held your thighs tightly again, letting Jaemin see everything. You saw that the thing he was carrying was a light blue color and the shape of a penis. It was a dildo, again you had never owned one or used one.
Youâve never been scared of Jaemin before, but watching him walk closer and closer to you, with that sadistic smile on his face, camera in one hand, and the toy in the other. The camera had a view of everything since Jeno was spreading you for everyone to see.
âJeno, how about you test out her mouth?â Immediately getting up, Jeno picked you up with him, just to drop you on the couch again. But this time, with the clamps on your nipples, when your breasts bounced, it was painful, unlike the first time.
Too focused on Jaemin in front of you, you hadnât noticed that Jeno removed his sweatpants and briefs, when he walked back into your line of sight, you saw just how big he was. He was longer than Jaemin, but Jaemin still had more girth to him.
Subconsciously opening your mouth when Jeno came near, both men saw and laughed at you, this reminded you of last night, and the reaction your body gave was no different, but this time it was stronger. âSo desperate for cock, huh? Thatâs all youâre good for, just a couple holes to fill.â You whimpered out a âYes, please give me your cock Jeno.â âYeah Jeno, give her your cock, make her gag, choke, cry.â
He didnât wait for any other conversation to pass before he placed the tip of his cock to your parted lips. Starting off with sticking your tongue, you flicked the head and collected the pre-cum that had beaded out. Your tastebuds were met with the salty taste of Jeno.
You didnât get to run your tongue around the head and slit any longer since Jeno had gabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail and started to push his cock in your mouth. He didnât let you adjust and immediately the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag and choke.
But, as Jeno pushed himself into your mouth, Jaemin pushed the dildo into you. Trying to pull away from Jeno to look at Jaemin, he just tightened his hold on your hair and chuckled. âNo, Iâm not done yet.â Your eyes widened and filled with tears as Jeno started thrusting into your mouth. âSo warm, such a good mouth, such a good girl, just a doll to use.â You felt yourself clench around the toy that Jaemin was thrusting into you in time with Jeno hitting the back of your throat.
Starting to become overwhelmed, you couldnât control anything anymore, you were crying, drooling all over yourself and Jeno, and dripping on the couch and Jaeminâs hand. Every now and then either Jaemin or Jeno would pull on the chain that was swinging along your chest with each thrust.
When Jeno starting to get close, his thrusts sped up, and he was going even deeper. The man kneeling on the floor could see an imprint in your neck where Jenoâs cock was ramming its way down your throat. He watched it disappear when he pulled out and then reappear when he pushed back in. He also saw drool fall to your tits and down to your stomach.
Jeno kept his fast pace as he chased his high, no caring or slowing when you placed your hands on his thighs and dug your nails in. Jaemin wanted to press into your lower stomach when he would thrust the dildo in and he wanted to spread around the drool around your torso, but he couldnât since he was holding the camera in one hand and pleasuring you with the other. He just thought it was something heâd have to do with you another time, that time without Jeno and the camera. Well, maybe with the camera, but heâd keep the film for his own viewing.
He saw the way your thighs tightened through the viewfinder of the camera, and saw your legs shaking, about to cum. Your moans around Jenoâs length caused him to let go and your mouth was filled with his cum. He rolled his hips, coming down from the cloud your mouth put him on, and then pulled out. There was a sting of cum from the tip of him to your mouth. âSwallow it, swallow all of it.â You were finally able to look up at him, and you saw the crazed look in is eyes and how he ran the tip of his tongue along his upper lip.
You remember what he had told you to do, and you brought your mouth back to the head of his dick and closed your lips around it to break the string. Pulling back and swallowing, you opened your mouth to show Jeno that you had, in fact swallowed all of it. Your now open mouth allowed your moans to come out loud instead of muffled. Jaemin was still pushing the toy in and out of you, he was filming your pussy but he switched angles so he could get the exchange between you and Jeno. He also got a shot of your cum filled mouth, the swallowing motion, and then when your reopened your mouth to show that it was empty.
âJaemin, Iâm cl-close. It hurts, please.â You begged, the man below you did listen to your pleas, and you got what you wanted. Your calves tensed up as you felt the hot white head spread throughout your body. He wasnât sure whether to film your pulsing cunt or your face, your eyebrows were furrowed, eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly parted, and your head was thrown back. Jaemin saw the way your chest was rising and falling, the chain was moving with your chest, and you felt the cold tap of it whenever you shuddered.
Removing the dildo from your cunt, Jaemin brought it up to your lips. âCâmon Baby, lick it a bit.â You did lick it, but after one taste you were pulling your head back and away from the toy. âDo you like the way you taste?â You shook your head to the sides and Jaemin mocked the pout that planted itself on your lips. âThatâs a shame, because I love it. Youâre so sweet.â He raised the toy that was glistening with your wetness to his lips and licked it, like you did, but with vigor.
Your jaw dropped as you watched Jaemin do that, you had never seen him do anything that vulgar before, even though he was drilling that same fake penis into you not two minutes ago. Jaemin didnât waste much time until he was moving on to the next thing. He was enjoying this but wasnât enjoying Jeno being there, especially because of what had happened earlier.
âLay down for me Y/n, on your stomach please.â Listening to him, you moved your body, so it was parallel to the couch, with the nipple clamps it was painful to press your front fully into the couch, so you settled with propping yourself up with your elbows.
Jaemin came back to you with a bottle of lube and a small butt plug. You felt your breath catch in your chest and it took Jaemin to remind you to breath for you to even realize that you had stopped. âBreath for me Y/n.â
The first breath was shaking and so were the rest afterwards. You heard the snap of the cap from the lube bottle opening, and then you heard Jeno walk over to you, to stand next to Jaemin. âSpread her for me.â Jeno did just that, you felt his palms on your ass and then felt your ass cheeks being pulled from each other.
The coldness of the lube made you tighten the rim of your ass. âYouâre going to have to relax so itâs easier to loosen you up for us.â Jaemin circled your unused hole with one of his fingers, spreading the lube around it, adding a bit more lube, you felt him slip in the tip of that finger. The intrusion was extremely unfamiliar, the most Jaemin has ever done in the past involving anal with you was him rubbing around the puckered hole while you two were making out but, heâs never actually put something in there before.
Thanks to his advice of trying to relax, his finger did go in pretty easily. You tried your best to resist the urge to tighten the muscles of your ass. The butt plug was pretty small, he wasnât trying to hurt you, he just wanted to make you a feel a bit more full than normal.
After stretching out your hole with one finger and then two, he deemed that you were ready to take the plug. He put some more lube on the plug itself and a bit more around your asshole. âYouâre doing so good for us Y/n, so good for me. Such a perfect slut.â Jaemin whispered as he pushed the plug into you. The cold metal on your walls made you gasp and slightly arch your back. Jenoâs warm hands still spreading you for the camera were a drastic difference mixed with the coldness that was in you.
Those hands moved from your ass to your hips, he tightened his grip on you and flipped your body over, so your back was now parallel to the couch.
The two men talked about switching places after Jeno had come when they bought the sex toys, Jaemin told Jeno the basics of how to work the camera and told him that during the last half of filming, Jeno would be behind the camera. So Jaemin handed it off to him. Your ass was still adjusting to the full feeling the butt plug gave it, even though you were scared to sit up, not knowing how it would feel, you risked it when you saw Jaemin walking towards you, without the camera in his hands, it was just your Jaemin.
âNana.â You spoke quietly, confused about how this would go. It was Jaemin, you were used to the gentle sex you two had often, not this. But you knew how you were supposed to act for this and Jeno made it easy since he was the one mainly talking; however, he was behind the camera now and it felt like it was just Jaemin and you.
Jaemin kneeled above you, he had removed his clothes while Jeno got used to the feeling of holding the camera in his hands. His cock was hard, and it never failed to surprise you with how big he was. âNana, please touch me.â You looked up at him with wide eyes, wanting the throbbing feeling in your pussy to go away. âI need you.â
He didnât detain himself any longer, he leaned over you, and lined himself up. Tapping your clit with the head of his cock once, he moved it to your cunt and pushed in. Hissing at the feeling of your walls contacting around his dick and the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders, they were sharp enough to draw slight crescent moon shapes that were now pooling with blood.
Maybe it was to get even or maybe it was because he wanted to hear the sound you were going to make; he removed the nipple clamps. You moaned in pleasure filled pain as the blood came rushing back to your nipples. Jaemin loved the way the pain made you tighten even more around him. He loved the way your cheeks were wet with tears. And he loved the way you never lost eye contact with him. You looked at him as if he was the greatest person to ever walk the earth, your eyes showed so much adoration, it made his heart hurt.
Jaemin leaned into your ear without faltering his pace and quietly said, âYouâre doing so good for us baby, weâre almost done. Weâll go back to your apartment and take a bath and cuddle, okay?â You looked into his eyes and slightly nodded, but the wholesome moment was ruined when Jaeminâs cock rammed right into your g-spot. Your back arched up and you yelled out.
The sounds coming from your lower halves was the only thing that was able to take your eyes off of Jaeminâs. The sound was so obscene, it was wet and just by listening, you could picture the visual. Both of your guyâs thighs were shining from a mixture of lube and your arousal, and Jaeminâs cock was sliding in and out at a vigorous pace.
You two were losing yourselves in each other, âIâm close Nana.â You whined as you looked back up at Jaemin. âMe too baby, Iâm almost there, hold out for me.â Rapidly shaking your head, you tighten the walls of your pussy, thinking that would help, and it did. It made Jaemin closer, meaning you wouldnât have to wait for as long.
âIâm going to cum Y/n. Cum with me.â Jaemin moaned into your mouth. âCum in me Jaemin.â The coil that had been building in your stomach snapped, your walls clamped impossible tight around Jaeminâs cock, and he threw his head back.
Jaemin came into you and continued to fuck into you, just this time slower, he was just riding out your highs. When he pulled out, you whimpered, not liking the feeling of being empty. Jaemin lazily smirked at the noise that immitted from your mouth and took two of his fingers and pushed the cum that had begun to leak out of you back into you.
âYou look so pretty like this Y/n, youâre so good to me.â Jaemin looked down at you from his now kneeling position and watch his fingers push the bits of his cum back into you.
âAnd weâre done.â You both had forgotten about Jeno, too wrapped into your own personal bubble. Jeno had stopped filming right before he said that and Jaemin just nodded, still looking at you. The man holding the camera took that as his cue to leave, he set down his friendâs camera and went to his room to clean himself up. He was a bit upset that he wasnât the one that was going to get to clean you up and cuddle with you afterwards, but after watching the last few minutes of whatever had just happened in there, it was obvious that you and Jaemin were perfect together, and he didnât want to mess that up. He'd always have this memory to jerk off to, and it was going to be on the internet soon enough, so heâll get to watch it from an outsiderâs point as view as well.
It took a few minutes for you and Jaemin to really calm down, both intoxicated on each other to do anything else. But after those few minutes, Jaemin pulled himself from you so he could get a clean washcloth to wipe you up.
You stared at their ceiling and wondered if the video was going to help them like they needed it to. If it was just Jaemin living here and was about to be evicted, you would just offer him to start living with you. However, it was Jeno that would also need a place to stay, and your apartment was much too small. It was meant for single old people and having Jaemin there would make it a little crammed.
Being too into your own head caused you to miss Jaemin coming back into the room, and you didnât notice that he was back until you felt the warm feeling of the damp washcloth on the inside of your thighs. He made sure you were clean there before moving on, you whined with he ran the washcloth around and over your pussy, cleaning the cum and lube that dripped from your ass.
He then moved onto cleaning your ass, he firstly helped you roll over so he could access that part of you. âIâm going to take out the plug, okay Y/n?â You were resting your head on your folding arms and moved your head, in hopes it would come across as a nod.
Jaemin did take it as consent and twisted the plug as he pulled it out, he smiled at the gasp you let out in relief from the tense feeling. He just listened to your noises as he finished cleaning you up, using a different washcloth to rub around the rest of your body, letting the warmth relax your muscles.
âDo you want to take a bath here or back at your place? I donât mind either, but I know youâll get tired from the warm water, and I know you prefer to sleep in your own bed. Itâs up to you, Iâm fine with whatever.â Jaemin moved to sit on the floor by the couch where your head was. He looked at how your eyes were shut, not tightly this time, but calmly, he ran his fingers through your slightly tangled hair and was careful when he came across any knots. He rubbed along your neck and shoulders, waiting for you to regain enough energy to get up to use the bathroom and get dressed.
âCan we go back to my place Nana?â He liked that you trusted him at your place, and that you preferred to be with him there alone, rather than his bachelor pad with Jeno. âWe sure can, how about you go to the bathroom and then Iâll help you get dressed.â Jaemin helped you get up from your resting place on the couch and didnât let go of you until you were seated on the toilet. He left you so you would have your privacy.
Waiting a few minutes, so he knew it was safe to come get you, he found you standing at the sink with your hands under warm water. âLetâs get you dress.â He kissed your forehead, nose, and then down to your lips as he softly grabbed your upper arms to lead you from behind to his room.
While he was waiting for the water to warm up for the washcloth, he used to clean you up, he grabbed a pair of his boxers, sweatpants, and one of his hoodies for you. âI didnât think youâd want to wear something fitted like your panties, so I grabbed you a pair of smaller boxers that I donât wear anymore, I get it if you donât want to wear them, it wonât hurt my feel-.â Before he could finish what, he was saying, you started to put them on yourself. Jaemin grabbed them from your tired hands and knelt in front of you. He stretched them out a bit so it would be easier for you to put your feet through the holes.
You had put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you pick up on foot to step into the underwear and then the other. Before getting up, Jaemin grabbed his sweatpants from his bed to do the same thing. He looked up at you and felt himself lose his breath, you were looking down at him with sleepy eyes and you were wearing nothing but his boxers. He pulled the sweatpants up as he got up, he drug the tip of his nose along the skin of your stomach and then between your breasts, up your neck and then kissed your lips gently, scared that now you would break.
âNana, I love you.â The feeling of his warm hands cupping your cheeks made you smile. âI love you too, Y/n.â If it werenât for you two already exchanging âI love youâs he wouldâve blamed it as the post extreme lust fogging your brain, but with the sincerity in which you said it with, he believed it whole-heartedly. Â
He forced himself to pull away so he could finish dressing you. Grabbing his mint hoodie, he told you to raise your arms up so he could slip it on. âLetâs go Y/n.â Scared to speak loudly, and interrupt the spell you both were under, he took your hand and led you to his door. You two passed Jenoâs room which was uncharacteristically quiet. Jaemin just said he must be asleep already and continued to walk to the door.
The ride back to your apartment was nice and quiet, Jaemin had two of the windows down so you could feel the warm air on your face. He was focusing on the empty road around him when he heard a slight giggle from your side of the car. âWhatâs so funny over there?â Jaemin side-eyed you and joined in on your giggling when you answered him. âWe just made porn with your best friend to save you two from being kicked out from your apartment.â
âYes, we did, but in all seriousness, thank you for agreeing to this. Itâll never happen again, I promise.â Jaemin tried to switch between looking at you and the road often. âI donât know, I didnât mind it, I liked being recorded. I wouldnât mind doing those type of things on camera again, just maybe not post it next time. Hell, we could even let Jeno join in some times. It was fun.â
Jaemin wasnât expecting you to say that, but he was so glad that you enjoyed yourself and had fun, he was praying you wouldnât feel weird about yourself afterwards.
He pulled into the same parking spot of your buildingâs parking lot as he did the other night and ran around to your side of the car. âJaemin, I can walk now.â You chuckled as Jaemin unbuckled your seatbelt to pick you up. âI know, I just like taking care of you, youâre my sweet baby and I put you through a lot tonight.â He said the last half softly and walked into your building.
Jaemin didnât put you down until you two were in your bathroom and he sat you down on the closed toilet lid as he filled up your bathtub with warm water and bubbles. You watched the water fall from the faucet and into the tub that was now smelling like roses.
The tub was almost filled, so you took the liberty of removing Jaeminâs sweatshirt. The cold air on your now exposed warm skin caused your nipples to harden into pebbles. The man that was leaning over the tub to turn off the water, turned towards you and loved the sight in front of him. Your arms were crossed over your chest, squishing your boobs but your hard nipples were still visible under your forearms. The sweatpants were a bit too big, so they sagged down a bit, revealing the band of the boxers you were wearing.
âY/n, I donât mean to sound weird, but-uh-can I-can I take a photo of you?â You were taken back from his request, mostly because it seems to be on a very personal level, unlike what went down at his apartment. âI promise I wonât show anyone, itâs just for me.â You blinked and opened your mouth, âI guess so, yeah, is there anything you want me to do?â You were about to move your arms, but Jaemin reached out and stopped you. âJust stay still and look at me.â
When he said, âlook at meâ, he meant the camera but when he was getting ready to snap the photo, your eyes looked into his and he gulped. Whenever he looked at this photo, heâd remember that you were looking at him.
âThank you, Y/n, do you want to see it?â You just shook your head, wanting to keep that photo to just him, and you pulled off his boxers and sweatpants from your legs in one go. When you lifted your leg up to step into the bath, you felt a strain in your thigh, making you whimper. Jaemin was immediately at you side and just picked you up bridal style to set you down in the warm water.
You scooted up and looked at Jaemin expectantly, he understood quickly and removed his clothes and sat in the space you made for him behind you. You leaned into him and dropped the back of your head to his shoulder.
âNana? If I fall asleep while weâre in the tub, will you take care of me?â Kissing the side of your head, he mumbled, âIâll always take care of you, no matter what.â
