Some Moments That Did Me In Tonight.

some moments that did me in tonight.

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Hey Anon! This did in fact awaken something inside of me. This was meant to be a lil blurb-type thing but I ran with it. 😳 This doesn't specify what gender the reader is.

wc; 1,074

Warnings; Slight hints at Sub!Mark, smut, blowjob (m!receiving), Exhibitionism if you squint.

NSFW under the cut.

Mark's fingers fumbled with his controller, movements distracted and unprecise. His brow furrowed, distracted as his on-screen character fell to the ground. He cursed quietly at the small revival countdown above his head.

"Mark! What the fuck kind of gameplay is that?" Jeno boomed his laughter down the mic.

"Sorry, Sorry!" He rushed, the sound covering the quiet laughter from under his desk.

Mark glanced down, a punch of air leaving his parted lips at the sight of you. On your knees, your warm tongue swirling around the swollen head of his cock.

One hand left the controller, slipping under the desk to stroke at the top of your head. Mark's teeth bit hard into his bottom lip to keep the hiss of pleasure at bay — it was getting so much harder, especially whenever you pucker your lips like that and suck lightly.

His black hair fell into his eyes, the man making no effort to move it back. His gaze was glued to you, he'd never seen someone so happy to just sit and suck him off. With each hand holding a muscular thigh, you rose up an inch on your knees to adjust position. They ached from being on the carpet but it was an ache you could ignore.

Your favorite thing about sucking Mark off like this is how the blush spreads through his ears and down his neck. How his thighs tense whenever your tongue traces around the little opening at the tip of his cock, administering the smallest of sucks to it, just enough to have him twitching.

Mark's reactions were another thing, peeking up at him through your lashes as he struggled to keep composure. His chest rose and fell slightly heavier than normal. Mark was failing miserably at the game, the big Game Over spreading across the screen.

"Mark, what the hell!?"

"That's it, you're booted. Bye, Mark." It was Donghyuck who booted Mark from the game.

Mark couldn't say he was mad at all. Instead, a strangled moan left his lips as he tore his headset from his head. His hands gripped the arms of his chair with white knuckles, torn between letting his head tilt back or watching your mouth.

His mind was made up when your glazed expression glanced up at him through your lashes. "Fuck, You're pretty." He breathed, a hand leaving the chair to gather your hair at the back of your head, long fingers tangling themselves into it.

The compliment had a soft mewl from you, keeping your eyes on the way his lashes fluttered and the soft gasps tumbling from his parted mouth. You stayed watching him as you let your tongue drift from the tip of him and down his thick shaft, following a protruding vein down to the base.

"Fu- ____, please." He whined, hand tightening its hold on your hair.

You couldn't blame him, you'd been repeating the same actions for around half an hour now; light swirls and sucks to the tip, work your tongue down his shaft and back up, repeat. It was worth it to have him plead with you like this.

Your fingers finally curled around his girth, barely able to meet around him. A devious smile tugged at your expression as you gave a few pulsing squeezes. The action rewarded you with his body jerking at the hips, a gasp coming from him.

"____, I'm not kidding." His voice was more urgent this time, eyelids hooded as he stared down at you. "You've got to let me come. I need to come."

You sat back on your heels, grinning wickedly up at him. "I've only edged you for thirty minutes, Markie." You giggled softly.

As you moved forward to wrap your lips back around him, sliding your lips down his girth until your nose met his public bone, Mark let out a deep sigh from above.

The wet swirl of your tongue drove Mark crazy, his hips fighting not to buck up into your mouth. He lost the fight, the abrupt thrust eliciting a slight gag of surprise when the head of his cock abruptly hit the back of your throat once more.

Mark was too far gone to control himself now, his hand in your hair now his leverage to move your head to meet his frantic thrusts. He was panting and moaning into the quiet of the bedroom. Whimpers muffled by his cock sent trembling vibrations through him, his lower abdomen glistening with sweat as it tensed up.

The buzzing of Mark’s phone ringing made the device dance across his desk. It went ignored by both of you even when it stopped and started up again, the phone falling off the edge of the desk with a dull thud to the carpet at your knees.

Your hands braced on his thighs so you wouldn’t tumble over with the force of his desperate movements. Mark was close, his thrusts getting sloppy and his grip loosening on your hair as a guttural sound rasped from his throat.

“F-fuck, fuck fuuuck!” His whole body stilled, cock swelling with stimulation as he came. Mark kept your head where it was, not yet letting you pull away. You had no other option than to swallow his come down around him.

You let your tongue continue to lap at his softening girth as he attempted to calm down. His thighs twitched and an overstimulated whine in response to your teeth just barely grazing the head of him as you pulled back. Mark flopped back into his gaming chair, chest heaving for breaths, head tilted back with his eyes closed to reveal the sweat-covered skin of his neck.

“Your phone's been going crazy.” You mumbled, patting his thigh affectionately as you handed over the device.

Your head dropped forward to rest on his knee, his free hand automatically stroking at the back of your head. Whatever Mark read on his phone seemed to make an embarrassed blush rainfire on his cheeks. Throwing his phone down next to his mouse, he quickly maneuvered through the tabs on his computer, eyes widening as he made it to the discord tab.

“I...I never left the call.” He harshly slammed the clicker of the mouse with his index finger to end the call. “____, I never ended the call.”

He sat there in utter disbelief whereas you had curled against his leg in a fit of giggles.

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Quiet ( Lee Jeno x Fem!Reader )

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Paring: Lee Jeno x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut (MINORS DNI), fluff, pure filth, smidge of humour, Non-Idol!AU

Warnings: I've never written smut before so feedback is much appreciated,  Boob worship, Pierced!Jeno ( eyebrow and 🍆), that one Jeno hair style with the undercut and the raven hair, Big dick Jeno, They fuck in a tent, degradation, praise, pussy slapping, Jeno folds the reader in half like a pretzel, finger sucking, light biting, unprotected sex ( booo! wrap before you tap), He spits in her mouth, exhibitionism, a hint of dumbification? reader gets cock drunk basically, he makes her taste herself, his hand is around the readers neck but he doesn't apply pressure, dare I say: softdom!Jeno?

Blurb: When the night gets cold whilst camping with your friends, Jeno knows a great way to warm up or It's fucking in-tents 

Word count: 2,329

Note: Hey, Ace here. You've been graced by my 3rd fic in a week. I say i've never written smut before, not technically. any feedback is welcome! or to just let me know if you liked the fic! My asks are open! I would like to say that I take requests, but I honestly think that would only be possible if I get inspiration from the request. I also work full time, and I'm filling in for my manager AND the second in line at the same time next week, so you may not have many fics until after. This hasn't been grammatically checked or anything. Just read over once by me. If I've missed any warnings, let me know.

You loved camping with your boyfriend and his friends. Being in the fresh outdoors near the lake, sharing stories by the campfire. You loved the quality time with your friends. 

What you didn't love was how cold it got at night, by the water. It wouldn't be surprising if the rest of your friend group heard your teeth chattering over their boisterous laughter. Jeno had insisted on unzipping both of your sleeping bags to join the zips together as a cover after being in your respective sleeping bags the night before.

Jeno didn't like that he felt like a worm, constantly wriggling to stay close to you. Even going as far as to ask you what you would do if he turned into a worm overnight. 

Now, usually your boyfriend is like a furnace. If only he didn't sling his best friend, Jaemin, over his shoulder to jump in the lake just before coming to the tent to sleep. Jeno hadn't even dried his hair, his whole body a cool temperature. 

After a while of lying there, your whole body trembling in shivers, an ice-cold hand drifted its fingers up the length of your spine under the oversized shirt you wore. A sharp inhale of surprise left you, a small sound accompanying the noise. 

"Jen, you're cold.." You whisper-whined at the male behind you, arching your body away from him. 

"Shh, I'll warm up soon." He dismissed, certainty in his tone as if he had other plans. 

Jeno's fleeting, cool touches slid around to the expanse of your stomach where his fingers teased feather light touches. The touch almost made you squirm against his chest, where he had pressed his hard, toned torso against you. 

"Really, Jen? Right now? … everyone's still outside.." You turned your head to look at him in disbelief. Sure, you two had sex when his housemates were still home, but this is different. You felt a lot more exposed in the outdoors with nothing but the flimsy nylon of the pop-up tent between you and the others.

Soft lips pressed against the back of your head and again on your temple, trailing all the way down to your neck. "They can't see you, we can be quiet, can't we?" Jeno almost pleaded, his hips shifting forward to grind his hard length against your behind. 

"I can, you can't-oh…" your teasing halted when his fingers brushed your puckered nipple. 

The feeling heightened because of how cold you were. Honestly, if it wouldn't ruin the moment you'd have made a joke about being so cold, you could engrave glass. Your resolve crumbled when Jeno's mouth left quiet, wet kisses along your neck, his index finger and thumb hardening their pinch on your erected nipple. 

You felt your heart thundering in your chest, breathing getting shallower the more aroused you became. The flood of heat between your thighs just from Jeno rolling and tugging firmly at your breasts was almost embarrassing. 

"You can, can you?" Fuck. You may as well have challenged him. 

Jeno lifted his head from your neck, hand leaving your breast in favour of smoothing down your body, making sure to at least grab a handful of your behind before giving it a light smack. The noise was covered by the commotion outside of Haechan laughing at Mark for dropping his marshmallow into the fire. 

You didn't protest when your boyfriend rolled you onto your back. You didn't protest when he shoved your shirt up your body and over your head. The sudden change in temperature made you shiver, teeth biting into your lip to prevent them from chattering again. You also didn't protest when his head dipped, lips latching onto your left breast with an almost sated sigh. 

Teeth grazed over your sensitive flesh, followed by a wet tongue to soothe the sting. Your legs fell open to allow your boyfriend to settle between them, your hand delving into his short, dark hair. Jeno fought not to make a sound when your nails scratched at his scalp, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head at the sensation. 

Jeno had always loved your boobs. He always said he wasn't a boob man until he met you. Oddly, you saw that as a compliment. You never felt insecure about the size of them now… You couldn't when Jeno worships them the way he does. His mouth switched to your right breast now, teeth biting down on the neglected nipple to tug. This was slightly harsher and firmer than the treatment given to the other one  – this one made you fight a moan, back arching to follow his mouth as more heat rushed through you. 

"Please…" You whispered, begging your boyfriend to put your poor throbbing clit out of its misery. Jeno's teeth let go of your swollen nipple with a quiet pop. You leaned back on your elbows and forearms to watch his next move, reaching out to stop him when he began to crawl down your body. "No, Jen. Please, inside." you pleaded. 

The plea had Jeno flashing you the smuggest of grins, his hands settling on the waistband of your pyjama pants. "Are you sure?" The edge of concern lingered in his voice. Jeno knew he was big, and quite often, he would have to work you up to get you ready to take him. You'd never had anyone as big as him before. It took you months to be able to take his full length and girth inside you. 

Jeno watched as you nodded almost frantically, your eyes looking beautifully glazed with lust. "I can take it." a strange burst of pride swelled in his chest at the determination in your voice. It made him coo at you softly as he pulled your pyjama pants down your legs. 

"Oh, baby, I know you can." he praised, "My Good Girl always takes what I give her… Even if she's a greedy mess" The last word of his degradation was accentuated by a strong palm coming down to lightly smack you over your panties, the sound wet from your arousal. 

Your teeth sank further into your lip to stop the whimper caught in your throat. Instead, you watched your boyfriend undress in the darkness of the tent. His shirt came off first, the material nearly getting caught on the silver barbell through his left eyebrow. Next came his pants and boxers. Your breath caught in your throat when his hard cock sprang up to touch his stomach. Jeno's red, swollen, pierced tip almost touching his belly button. 

Your mouth fell open in shock. Sure, it'd been a while since you'd seen your boyfriend naked but it never crossed your mind that he had gotten his cock pierced! Had it really been that long? 

"Surprise…" Jeno grinned, his hands already working at slipping your panties down your legs. 

A palm landed on each knee to spread your legs wide for him. The sight earned you a curse of praise. "fuck…such a pretty swollen clit baby…" he groaned quietly, one hand leaving your knee in favor of lightly circling your swollen bud with his index finger. 

The action had you squirming beneath him, quiet whimpers threatening to spill from your mouth. Another smack was landed, directly to your clit. It was accompanied by a warning glare from your boyfriend. 

"You said you could be quiet." He stated, his tone almost mocking your earlier words. His fingers toyed with your sopping heat, spreading your arousal. Jeno dipped two fingers into your entrance, gathering some of your mess. 

Those same two fingers were soon pressed to your lips, your mouth opening to greedily lap at them. Your eyes fluttered closed as you worked his fingers, your tongue collection your own arousal from them whilst simultaneously covering them with your saliva. 

You were so preoccupied with his thick fingers that when the cold metal of his piercing pressed against your entrance, it made you shiver. Jeno shoved his fingers into your mouth deeper, reminding you that you'd stopped sucking. The action made you gag slightly, being unprepared, but soon enough, you were easily back to deepthroating Jeno's fingers.

"Ready baby?" He warned, his voice thick with arousal, raspy almost. His lips spread to a smile when you nodded around his fingers, taking that signal to slowly push into your entrance. 

Jeno made a small sound as your velvety walls stretched around him. He wasn't even halfway inside yet, and your walls were hugging so tight around him. 

Jeno went slow, the metal ring of his piercing dragging forward over your sensitive spots. It heightened the feeling, your teeth accidentally biting down on Jeno's fingers to keep the sounds at bay. 

"Ah!" He winced, pulling them from you, a long line of spit stringing from them. "That wasn't very nice of you, Angel." he scolded, moving the drool-covered digits down to smear the residue over the rest of his cock. 

Dark eyes met your own… With the hard look on his face, you knew you were in for it now. Jeno's hands moved, pressing on the backs of your thighs. His hips shifted as he moved over you, the burn of your thigh muscles distracting you from the way you were being stretched out. Jeno held your legs there, and your thighs nearly flush with your torso, your knees by your ears. 

Your boyfriend leaned forward, your knees hooking over his shoulders as he slid home, fully sheathed within you. His forehead dropped to your own, hips stilling to let you adjust. You felt full, so deliciously full. The angle he had you at, folded in half like a human pretzel, you felt fuller than ever. 

He'd never bent your body to this extent before. You couldn't move anything but your arms and head. Jeno's shoulders and torso keeping you in position. His hand cupped your jaw gently. 

"You good?" He murmured in question, lips drifting over your temple. You couldn't think of coherent words, your eyes so glazed they'd put a doughnut to shame. All you managed was a fast nod. 

You tried to string together a sentence. Honestly, you did.. but all that went through your brain was how much more full you felt in this position. "Full…" You whined. 

Jeno's proud grin widened his hold on your jaw firming, fingers digging into your cheeks until you had no choice but to open your mouth. "You're so good to me, Angel.. taking me so well." He cooed, his hips drawing back only to sink back inside you, deep. 

A needy whimper sounded from you, slightly louder than you would have liked. It made Jeno pause, the ruckus outside too chaotic to even register the sound. His thrusts became measured and precise, the pierced tip of his cock pistoning the spot that never fails to drive you crazy.  Small sounds continued to escape you, no matter how much you tried to keep them at bay. A grunted curse left your boyfriend, shaking his head as he rose an eyebrow in warning. 

"Stick your tongue out." He demanded gently, sucking on his own tongue to create a glob of saliva. You did as asked, watching Jeno stick his own out. You welcomed the line of drool that dripped from his tongue to yours, your cheeks flushing a deeper red at the filthy action. That never stopped you from swallowing what he had to offer.

"Fuck, you're so perfect.." He moaned softly, hand smoothing down your jaw to sit just around your neck, his thrusts gaining speed as you leant into the hold. 

"J-Jen!" You cried out, brain fogging over in pleasure. You'd momentarily forgotten where you were, the feeling too intense to keep quiet. 

"Thought you could keep quiet, hm?" He taunted, his hand removing from your neck to plunge three fingers into your mouth. He hoped this would keep you quiet. You'd never hear the end of it if your friends heard the both of you like this. 

Your breathing was frantic around his fingers, mouth sloppily working the three digits with your tongue. You were a mess of drool, and you weren't going to last much longer. From the way Jeno's neck and chest flushed a pretty pink, neither was he. 

He shifted you slightly, pressing your thighs just a bit further back — Your knees were nearly touching your shoulders from the angle, but it felt so good. A pitched gasp around the obstruction in your mouth let him know he had exactly the right angle he was looking for. 

Jeno's hips worked harder and faster, each hit home punching the same place over and over. Your walls clenched harder around him, nose huffing around your heavy breathing, your mouth preoccupied.

"I can feel you squeezing me so hard, It's okay, baby. You can come." He cooed through quiet grunts, his movements growing slightly sloppy but still having an effect all the same. 

Your thighs shook, body trembling. It's as if the permission was all you were waiting for to explode. Body tensing, hands clutching at Jeno's shoulders, you came. Toes curling and muscles tensing, your nails clawing into the skin of his broad shoulders, making him hiss. 

Your climax triggered Jeno's own, grunted curses huffed out as he stilled, spilling into you. Neither of you noticed through your highs just how loud you'd gotten nor the utter silence that filled the makeshift campsite. 

His fingers slid from your mouth, hands gently manoeuvring you to a more comfortable position. Jeno Couldn't help but chuckle at your fucked out, flushed expression. His spit covered hand gently tapped your cheek as he dipped toward your lips to claim them. 

Your arms immediately wrapped around him, hugging him to you as you both floated down to earth from the climax you'd just had. 

It was a blissful silence, soft touches, warm embraces, and gentle words. After a beat of comfortable silence, a voice spoke up from outside the tent. 

"Sounded like two bears rubbing their backs on a tre–"

"Chenle!" Jeno dropped his forehead to your collarbone with a defeated groan, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

 Never a moment of silence. 

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