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Seventeen as Sugar Baby's

Here we are with another series to celebrate my 4K lovely readers, who faithfully follow my work and shower it with lots of love!

Sugar Baby!Seungcheol

Sugar Baby!Jeonghan

Sugar Baby!Joshua

Sugar Baby!Junhui

Sugar Baby!Hoshi

Sugar Baby!Wonwoo

Sugar Baby!Woozi

Sugar Baby!Minghao

Sugar Baby!Mingyu

Sugar Baby!Seokmin

Sugar Baby!Seungkwan

Sugar Baby!Vernon

Sugar Baby!Chan

woozi as a sugar baby!

— WARNINGS: sugar baby x sugar mommy relationship, recording laber ceo!reader, producer!jihoon, smut, fingering, mention of sex toys & stuff, fucking in front of a window, in your office, in his studio, penetrative sex, marriage, and fanting. — (Seventeen as Sugar Baby's Series)

jihoon was used to the struggle—the late nights in the studio, the endless hours tweaking every sound until it was perfect, and the constant pressure of making hits that never seemed to pay off the way they should. the old CEO made sure of that, always withholding what was owed, dangling the promise of success just out of reach, the guy constantly delayed salaries and left jihoon hanging when the songs he produced didn’t return the money.

but when the label got sold, everything changed, and that’s when you came into the picture.

he didn’t expect you to be any different at first, just another high-powered executive who wouldn’t care about the little guys.

then, one day, while leaving his studio for lunch, he saw you. high heels, a well-tailored dress, and a box in hand, walking toward the building’s garage. he’d never seen you before, but with how polished you looked, he assumed you were an executive from the building next door.

as the elevator doors opened, you stepped in, balancing the box awkwardly. jihoon, always one to lend a hand, offered to help. “need a hand with that?”

you glanced at him, considering for a moment before nodding. “thanks. these heels aren’t exactly helpful.”

he joined you in the elevator, the silence between you comfortable, but his mind was racing with curiosity. as you both reached the garage, he noticed you leading him towards a car that made his heart skip a beat—a fucking mclaren. he didn’t even know people actually drove those in real life, let alone parked them in this garage.

he put the box in the trunk, which was, unsurprisingly, really fucking small. as he stepped back, you smiled at him, a smile that seemed out of place in this concrete underground. “thank you, jihoon.”

his eyes widened. “y-you know me?” he stammered, pointing at himself like an idiot.

you nodded, your expression calm. “yes, i’m new here, but i do know you.”

he nodded back, still processing. “which department are you in?”

you extended your hand, and he shook it, your grip firm, confident. “i’m the new ceo.”

for a moment, jihoon just stood there, staring at you. the new ceo? no fucking way. his brain scrambled to process the information. you, the ceo? the woman who looked like you stepped off the pages of some high-fashion magazine, driving a car that cost more than his entire apartment building?

“i—uh—” he fumbled for words, his usual composure slipping for the first time in a long while. “i didn’t expect... i mean, you...”

you raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in your eyes. “didn’t expect the ceo to be a woman?”

“no, not that!” he rushed to correct himself, heat rising to his face. “i just... didn’t expect someone like you.”

“someone like me?” you echoed, a hint of a challenge in your voice.

“yeah, someone who... actually talks to people and doesn’t act like an asshole,” he finished, his voice quieter, as if testing the waters.

you laughed then, a sound that echoed in the empty garage. “well, let’s just say i have a different approach.”

he nodded, still in a bit of shock. “i can see that.”

“i look forward to working with you, jihoon,” you said, stepping closer, and for a moment, he felt the weight of your gaze, like you were seeing right through him. “i’ve heard a lot about your work.”

“all good things, i hope,” he replied, trying to regain some semblance of cool.

“very good things,” you confirmed, your voice dropping just slightly, enough to make him swallow hard.

you turned to get into your car, and jihoon stood there, still trying to wrap his head around everything. before you drove off, you rolled down the window and called out, “and jihoon?”

“yeah?”

“don’t let the last ceo’s bullshit get to you. you’re worth more than that.”

and you made sure jihoon knew that. almost every day, he’d find a new box waiting in front of his studio. first, it was new producing equipment, then a sleek electric guitar, followed by expensive microphones, headphones, and even a whole computer setup. within a week or two—despite him appearing almost on his knees, begging you to stop showering him with such expensive things—his entire studio was completely renovated.

but you weren't stopping there. if you liked him this much, why not give him a whole new studio? you were already planning to move the company to a bigger, more luxurious building, so why not make sure jihoon’s space matched his talent? when you saw how happy it made him, you realized you were willing to give him anything.

soon, the presents started getting more personal. a high-end watch here, a guitar that had once belonged to a famous musician—a relic he could hardly believe was his. sometimes, you’d send something cute like a teddy bear with Swarovski crystals for eyes.

or when you surprised him with a vip ticket to see his favorite artist—that one was a real game-changer. the joy in his eyes when he got to meet them was unmatched, and in the middle of that fan meeting, with everyone around, he’d grabbed you and kissed you right on the mouth, too caught up in the moment to care. it was instinctual, the way his lips found yours, and it left you stunned, right in the middle of all those people.

later, when you were alone, you asked for another kiss, just to see if it was a fluke. just to see what he’d do, to test if his cold walls would melt. and they did. oh, they did.

he didn’t just kiss you. he pulled you close, his lips pressing against yours with an intensity that had you gasping into his mouth. his hands, usually so precise and controlled in the studio, roamed over your body with an urgency that made your skin tingle.

“you like spoiling me, don’t you?” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and gravelly. before you could respond, one of his hands slipped under your skirt, fingers brushing against your already wet panties. “i should thank you properly.”

he moved you back until you hit the edge of the desk, his hands steadying you as he pulled you up, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. he kissed you deeper, harder, and you could feel the desire rolling off him in waves.

“jihoon—” you started, but your words were cut off as he slid one finger inside you, his touch skilled, confident, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear as he added another finger, stretching you, his thumb brushing over your clit with just enough pressure to make you arch into him.

you didn’t even care about the office door or the fact that anyone could walk in. all you could focus on was him—his fingers working you over, bringing you right to the edge. he leaned in, kissing along your neck, your pulse quickening under his lips as he whispered, “let me take care of you, yeah?”

you nodded, unable to find your voice as he continued to finger you, the pleasure building until it was almost unbearable. his free hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as you rocked against him, chasing the release that was so close you could taste it.

“jihoon, please,” you gasped, your hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more, needing him.

with one last kiss, he pulled his fingers out, and you whimpered at the loss, but he was already undoing his pants, his eyes locked on yours. “jump up,” he ordered, his voice rough, full of need.

you didn’t hesitate, letting him guide you as you jumped, your legs wrapping around him again as he positioned himself. he didn’t tease, didn’t make you wait. he pushed inside you with one smooth thrust, filling you completely, and the sensation made you both groan.

his hands were firm on your hips, holding you steady as he started to move, his pace hard and fast, like he couldn’t get enough. each thrust sent a shock of pleasure through you, and you clung to him, nails digging into his back, moaning his name like a prayer.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his breath hot against your ear as he drove into you, each thrust hitting that perfect spot that had you seeing stars.

“jihoon,” you whimpered, your voice high and needy, and he groaned in response, his pace quickening, his grip on you tightening as he chased his own release.

he was relentless, his hips moving in that perfect rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of you with an assertiveness that left you breathless. you could feel yourself unraveling, the pleasure building until you were right on the edge, teetering, ready to falll.

“come for me,” he whispered, his voice rough, and that was all it took. with one final thrust, you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you, leaving you trembling in his arms, your cries muffled against his neck.

jihoon followed right after, his grip on you almost bruising as he came, buried deep inside you, his head dropping to your shoulder, his breath ragged and uneven.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “maybe we should do this more often.”

so often, so fucking often, that you couldn’t tell anymore if it was a habit or something more—an obsession, maybe. your office and his studio, the places where this all started, now felt too tame, too boring to fuck in. jihoon had to be more creative, and so did you.

jihoon made sure to fuck you in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of whatever high-rise hotel you were staying in, the city lights sprawling out beneath you as he thrust into you from behind. the last time, some guest from the hotel across the way didn’t appreciate the show, but honestly? you couldn’t have cared less. not with the way jihoon’s hands gripped your hips, his breath hot on your neck, your moans muffled against the glass.

at every award show, he always made sure to dedicate his success to you first. you, who after a long day of work, would head to his studio, where he’d be waiting. there, he’d produce tracks with one hand on the mouse and the other busy finger-fucking you, fast and relentless, as you sat on his lap, struggling to stay composed.

it became a tradition for the two of you to explore sex shops in different countries. you’d pick out new types of condoms, wild flavors, and textures neither of you had seen before. aphrodisiac potions that had the two of you almost ripping each other apart, desperate to feel more, to push further. there were always those little surprises, like thai sex toys that were so intense you couldn’t even look at them without feeling your knees go weak. jihoon loved trying out new things with you, always pushing the boundaries, always finding new ways to make you both lose control.

and you pampered him, oh, how you loved to spoil him. designer clothes, always checking that they wouldn’t irritate his sensitive skin. you introduced him to new experiences all around the world, things he never even knew he wanted until you made it happen. and when you moved his family to a better house, just down the street from where the two of you lived, it felt like you were finally giving him everything he deserved.

you’d met his family a couple of times—sweet people who clearly adored him, and you, by extension. but on the third visit, something changed.

maybe it was the way his mother beamed at you, or the way his father patted your back with such warmth. or maybe it was just the way jihoon looked at you, like you hung the stars just for him. you didn’t even think, you just knew you had to ask.

“will you marry me?”

for a second, everything was silent. jihoon froze, the piece of kimchi still hanging halfway to his mouth. you saw the color drain from his face, his eyes widening like you just told him aliens had landed in the backyard.

“y-you—what?”

you wondered if you’d broken him. then, his knees buckled, and before anyone could react, he was on the floor, out cold.

“jihoon!”

his family already there, fanning him with whatever they could find, pouring water into his mouth like he was a dehydrated athlete at halftime.

“jihoon, wake up!” his mother shouted, disbelief in her voice. “this is not the time to faint!”

“somebody get him water!” his dad shouted, even though he was already holding the glass right in front of jihoon’s face.

“what did you do to him?!” his cousin accused, though you could see the slight amusement in her eyes.

“i just asked him to marry me!” you defended.

jihoon’s father just laughed, shaking his head. “i knew this would happen.”

finally, after what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few seconds, jihoon’s eyes fluttered open. he looked around at all the concerned faces, then up at you.

“i’m marrying you!” jihoon suddenly gasped, sitting up so quickly that you nearly toppled over. his eyes were wide, pure joy. “yes, i’ll marry you!”

PINK LEMONADE

CHAPTER 5

Pairings: Jaemin x Renjun x Haechan x Jeno x Mark x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Humor (I guess)

Summary: The dreamies decide to spend some weeks at an Inn in the middle of the nature to relax and enjoy some outdoor adventures, far away from their crazy idol life. What they didn’t expect was the nice girl running said Inn.

Word count: 4.4k

A/N: Well this took way  too long for how embarrasingly bad it was, but I have a lot of cool stuff planed. Also, I’m alway open to ideas and to listening what u guys want to see happening in the story so send as many asks as you want <3

Just a reminder that I no longer habe a tag list for this story !

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Pink Lemonade

CHAPTER 2

Pairings: Jaemin x Renjun x Haechan x Jeno x Mark x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Humor (I guess), Slow burn af

Summary: The dreamies decide to spend some weeks at an Inn in the middle of the nature to relax and enjoy some outdoor adventures, far away from their crazy idol life. What they didn’t expect was the nice girl running said Inn.

Word count: 6k

A/N: Damn this is really not my style of writing, I’m doing all of this just to indulge in my fantasies honestly lol Please give me some feedback and tell me what more u want to see in this story <3

THIS ISN’t PROOF READ BECAUSE I’M TOO SICK TO DO IT SO IF IT SUCKS I’m SORRY

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Jisung almost cried in happiness when you parked in front of the butcher shop, so you just had to let the boy choose whatever he wanted for the barbecue.  The ride to the camping site was fun, the car only had space for 4 of the boys so the other three rode in the back of the truck. Haechan had given you his phone to plug into the radio and asked you to turn up the volume to the max, having you laughing loudly as you watched, through the rearview mirror, Chenle recording Haechan and Renjun acting out the famous Titanic scene against the wind while Celine Dion blared from the speakers.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Mark asked you, his body completely turned to the back, clearly worried.

“Nah, they’ll be fine,” You assured him, used to the countryside shenanigans (also, you had slowed down  for good measure).

After around 10 minutes, the boys were already unpacking the car as you fetched the camping’s restroom keys from the reception. Jeno was excitedly babbling about all the activities he could do during the day as you all worked putting the tents up, having Haechan and Jisung groaning like the thought of hiking in the wild personally offended them.

“We only brought 4 tents,” Mark pointed out after a while, when everything was almost done (with a lot of struggle from the 7 men to follow your instructions and a very amused you).

“Oh yeah, we only have 4 back in the Inn, but I will see if the owners can rent us another one if you want.”

“No, no, it’s ok. I was just wondering about the sleeping arrangements since these only fit two people.”

“I’m with you,” Haechan quickly glued himself to Mark’s side. “I will literally kill myself if I end up sharing with Mister Nature over there.”

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blow your mind (jongseob)

ꕤ kim jongseob 김종섭 (jongseob) x reader

18+ mdni

wc : 3.4k

tags : afab reader, fluff and crack if you squint, smut, vaginal sex, oral sex (both ways), vaginal fingering, cum swallowing, seob is a virgin, original characters, soul mentioned

synopsis : your best friend asks you to help him get ready for a date

part two

an : my account has grown so much and it's only been a week thank u!!! i'm lurking on x for all the p1 waterbomb content rn i'm going insane

"you're a virgin?"

jongseob's eyes widened and he could feel his face turn red as he shot you a glare.

"what's wrong with that?"

"nothing's wrong!" you throw your hands up in defense. "i just saw you sneak into a bedroom with a girl at shota's party last month, so i assumed."

"we made out and did... other things. but it didn't escalate past that."

you nodded, shifting in your spot on jongseob's bedroom floor. "so what are you asking me right now?"

he takes a bite of his samgyetang and doesn't dare look you in the eye. "minju asked me to hangout at her house on friday and i wanna be ready."

"so you wanna fuck?"

"well when you put it like that—"

"why me? being able to say you lost your v-card to bae minju is something to brag about."

"it would be less awkward with you, i think. you're... experienced, right?"

"yeah, but having drunk sex once doesn't make me an all-knowing prostitute, seob." you giggle, pretending to look into an imaginary crystal ball. he doesn't seem to find it funny.

"i just thought i'd ask, if you don't want to then it's okay."

you shake your head, scooting closer to him so that you're side by side, arms grazing his. "i'll do it." his head shoots up. "i just don't want your expectations to be crazy high. i'm not that freaky."

he laughs before his face turns serious again. "are you sure? did i pressure you?"

"oh my god, seobie. yes, i'm sure. when did you say you were going to minju's?"

"friday night."

"okay, so we have," you grab your phone to check the time. "five days. let's take it slow? we can do other stuff first."

"other stuff? as in...?"

"what, you wanted to get straight to it?"

"NO! i mean— no. we can do other stuff first, yeah."

"great. wanna start now?" the way you were being so nonchalant and casual about everything had jongseob sweating.

"now? right here?"

"on your bed, dumbass. unless you want to finger me on the floor." oh. jongseob was not unaccustomed to your blunt way of speaking, but he swore the temperature in the room dropped 5 degrees when you stood up and turned around to offer your hand to help him up too. you hoped he didn't notice how much your palms were sweating. you crawled onto his bed, leaning against the wall and burned holes in the back of his head as you watched him turn the lights down.

"how do you wanna do this?" he asked, voice low as he situated himself next to you.

"you tell me! this was your idea." the way you were staring at him gave him the confidence to wrap his hands around your waist and haul you into his lap. you squealed, giggling as you felt him place his big hands on the sides of your thighs. jongseob wasn't sure if he should kiss you— something that would make this feel a little too intimate— which was a boundary he wasn't sure you were okay with crossing, so he opted for the next best thing. he lowered his head, nudging your chin with his nose so he'd have better access to your neck.

the first thing you feel is his teeth scraping against you before his lips close around your skin. your breath hitched as he sucked and kissed bruises into your neck, your eyes trained on his ceiling as he adjusted the neckline of your shirt to expose your collarbones. you let out a whine when he started to pinch your nipples through your shirt as he attached himself to you again. you were sure when you left his place later your neck would be entirely purple.

you inhale sharply when he suddenly detaches from you with a pop, hands gripping your waist again to flip you so you were no longer facing him. your back was now flat against his, his hands still on your waist as sounds of his breathing filled your ear. you felt him fiddle with the outline of your panties that poked out of your pants slightly.

"is this okay?" he whispered, and you mindlessly nodded, completely wrecked just by the sound of his voice. it was a joint effort as you both began tugging your pants down, followed by your lacy panties that you hoped he thought were pretty. it didn't matter since they were immediately thrown to the floor as his hand snuck between your legs.

you gasped and your eyes squeezed shut when you felt his fingers begin to trace a path around your core. he spread your slick around, testing the waters before he slowly rubbed at your clit.

"fuck, how're you so wet already?"

"been horny all week. oops." your giggle turns into a moan as he circles your clit at a pace that has you losing control, legs twitching and mouth snapping open. without thought, your hips desperately buck upwards into nothing as strangled sounds escape your mouth.

you reach behind you to grip his arm with one hand and bed sheets with the other. "seobie, fuck!" he continues to massage your clit as he slowly slipped a finger inside your sopping hole, and you only register then just how big his hands are, as you feel him reach so deep inside you that it has you gasping for air and breathing his name. he curls his fingers inside of you, moving them in and out at a similar pace to his other hand. the only sound you could hear in his room was your pussy squelching with every movement he made.

it was so, so wrong that jongseob was the one to elicit these noises from you, but the thrill of having your best friend in this way— in this unfamiliar, uncharted way— only pushed you closer to your limit. the way he whispered in your ear, telling you how good you were doing for him did not help as you began to see stars, hips matching the speed of his hands as they pathetically rutted upwards every time he hit that spot.

"don't stop— oh my god, seob, seob, seob. i'm so close."

he pressed his fingers hard against your walls. "i got you, go on."

lewd, broken moans spill from your lips as your orgasm hit you at full force, walls sucking his fingers inside, cum leaking out of you onto his bed sheets. the only thing keeping you in place is his chest, and you leaned into it as your body spasmed, looking down at yourself to see the mess you made of his bedding and to watch his fingers slow down and eventually slip out of you.

you lay against him for a moment, panting, taking a second to come back to reality before you shoot up, spinning around to slap his arm.

"ow!"

"seob! i thought you said you were inexperienced! that was insane! i don't think i've ever finished that hard on a guy's fingers in my life!" he sits in shock as you ramble, and a grin slowly creeps its way onto his face.

"i've never had sex. never said i wasn't good at the other stuff." your jaw drops, and suddenly you are very aware that your entire lower half is fully exposed to him, so you stand up and scan the room for the spot that your clothes were thrown to. he fiddled awkwardly with his hands as he watched you get dressed.

"so..." you start, "i forgot i have plans with joohyun tonight. she just texted." you hold your phone up to show him. "can we continue this tomorrow?"

he stared at you, now stood in his doorway. "i— yeah. same time, same place?" his palms were sweating at the sight of your pretty face that was now completely disheveled because of him.

"yeah. i'll return the favor, too. bye, seobie." he opens his mouth to say something in response, but you're already out the door.

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you

[8:34pm] im omw!!!

seobie 🐯

[8:39pm] ordering food now u want wings?

you quickly typed out a reply before shoving your phone back into your pocket. you felt the tips of your ears burning, as they had been every time an image of jongseob's face popped into your head during the last 24 hours. it only registered with you when you had gotten home the night before that you had gotten yourself in deep shit, considering that you didn't think any guy would be able to get you off with his fingers again after the stunt jongseob pulled. if he was as good with his mouth as he was with his fingers— which you were sure he was, given the way he could rap— then you were absolutely screwed.

you could feel arousal pool between your legs as you walked down a side street towards jongseob's apartment, thinking about how good he would feel with his face between your legs, his hands wandering all over— you paused, noticing that you had somehow walked 4 blocks in what seemed like 30 seconds, and were now stood outside of jongseob's building.

you text him to buzz you in, which he does, and you felt your hands shake as you hiked the stairs up to the third floor. you had no idea why, he was the same seobie he'd always been, except now he knew what your vagina looked like. so what?

you let yourself in with the spare key he'd given you when he first moved in, and you find him sat in his desk chair scrolling on his phone. you slide your bag off your arm and mindlessly toss it into a corner with a thud to signal your entrance to him.

"hey."

"hi, seobie." you sit on the edge of his bed and he moves to sit next to you. you tug at his shirt. "this new?"

"uh, yeah. i got it last week."

"it's nice. you wanna take it off?" he turns to you, dumbfounded at your straightforwardness, and watches in awe as you immediately begin to peel your tank top off your body, leaving you in only a sheer blue bralette that showed off your perky tits and the outline of your nipples. jongseob's cheeks flush and he can feel his dick harden in his sweatpants at the sight of the hickeys he had left on your body. you crawl closer to him and smile as you touch his arm. he wordlessly tosses his baggy t-shirt to the side and pulls you to straddle his lap.

he tugs on your bra. "this is pretty."

"thank you. i thought you'd like it." you whisper, and he feels the wind get knocked out of him.

jongseob remembered in that moment that all of this— all of you— was supposed to be getting him ready to please another girl. he definitely found himself forgetting after you left the night before, recalling how he relentlessly jerked himself off in his shower with you in mind, the noises he evoked from you and the facial expressions you made as he worked you through you orgasm taking over his thoughts.

he doesn't even register that you had ducked down and started to suck at his collarbone, mumbling something along the lines of said i'd return the favor. you use your tongue to lick a path down his chest, sucking bruises into his skin the same way he did to you, and his breathing picks up as he watches you drop to your knees. you hook your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants and tug them down with no hesitation. you're slightly overwhelmed by how big he looks, intimidated by the tent in his boxers. you finally tear the fabric away to reveal his cock— which is just as long and girthy as you expected— and it hits his stomach with a dull thud.

you slide your hand up his length a few times, to get a better feel of his size, and he lets out a low, strangled groan as he grips the edge of his bed. it's hot to the touch and is already dripping with precum, so you take him in your mouth, smearing the salty pre against your tongue.

he cries out, and it turns you on in a way you can't describe. every sound he made because of you had your panties dampening by the second, a soft moan that left your lips was muffled by his tip in your mouth. your tongue licked at his tip painfully slow, and it had jongseob's hands moving to your hair as begs spilled from his lips.

"holy shit, yn, please, please."

he sinks deeper into your mouth, thighs threatening to close around your head in pleasure as the underside of his cock slides against your tongue. you take him down your throat inch by inch, as far as your gag reflex would allow. you wrap a hand around the base of his cock when you feel like you can't push any further. you started to move your head up and down, tears pricking your eyes at the way your jaw ached every time his length hit the back of your throat.

you were a gagging, choking mess, and jongseob couldn't hold back as he subconsciously began to thrust his hips upwards, fucking your throat.

"holy fuck i'm so fucking close holyfuckholyfuck." a string of curses left his mouth before he let out one final cry of your name, ropes of come squirting out of his tip as he wrecked your throat. you grin when you finally pull off of him, wiping the mixture of spit and cum off your chin. you watch his chest rise and fall as he laid back against his mattress to catch his breath.

"please," he breathes out, causing your ears to perk up. "please let me eat your pussy."

you let out a laugh at his desperation, but don't say anything in opposition as you tug your pants off and join him on the bed. he repositions himself so that his head is on his pillow and you throw one of your legs over his body so that they rested on either side of him and your core hovered over his face, his hands now rooted on your hips to hold you in place. his nose nudged your blue panties that matched your bralette and he used his teeth to pull at the fabric before he moved his hand farther up your thigh to rip them off of you and discard them to the floor.

you throw your head back as his tongue made contact with your sopping hole, swirling it around the rim. your hands fly to hold onto his headboard when he tilts his head upwards so that he could suck your swollen clit into his mouth, whimpers leaving your lips as a sudden pang of jealousy hits you when you thought about the other girls jongseob had probably done this with. you have no idea why.

his head moved at a steady rhythm as he licked through your folds over and over, tongue flicking upwards whenever he circled back to your clit. your toes curled and your back arched with every stroke, waves of pleasure pulsing through your body. he grunted and whined into your cunt as you grinded against his face, desperately chasing the high you felt coming closer every time he stuck his tongue in your entrance or harshly sucked your clit.

your legs trembled and your grip on his bed frame hardened as you flooded his tongue, screaming his name when he did one final swipe through your slit to lap up your fluids, leaving only his spit after he finally pulled away.

when your legs stopped shaking and your senses came back to you, you shuffled down his body so that your hips were touching, lifting yours up slightly so he could sit up and have you on his lap again. you felt his rock hard cock press against you and you don't even register that you had leaned forward to kiss him until you felt his hands cupping your cheeks and his tongue moving against yours. he kissed you with a pent-up passion that could only come from a first kiss, and you could taste yourself on him and it made you moan out loud into his mouth. he kissed you harder to swallow any sounds you were making.

you hated how good it felt to be held by him like this, knowing that it wasn't truly for you, but you were willing to take what you could get. jongseob, on the other hand, could only think about how he was never going to look in another girl's direction again.

"mmphm. seobie." you whined and he realized your bra was still on when the mesh of it rubbed against his chest, so he went to fiddle with the strap and peel it off of you, arm by arm. he grabbed your tit and pinched at your hard nipples, never getting enough of the sounds that came out of your mouth for him. you pulled away from him— immediately missing the feeling of his mouth on yours— and batted your lashes at him.

"do you wanna do it now?" he stared at you, head nodding vehemently. you grinned at the way his cock twitched just at the idea of being inside of you. in a sudden movement, he surged forward to hook his forearms under your thighs and flip your position so that he was on top of you, your head hitting his pillow. he lifted his hips until the head of his cock caught on your clit, hips pulling back after to drag it through your slit and eventually to your entrance.

"you're sure?" you mumble, and he doesn't hesitate to slide inside of you. you didn't remember him being this big in your throat but apparently he was, because you felt like you were being split apart, mouth agape and eyes shutting as he pressed deeper inside of you. he's kissing you before you have the chance to breathe, kissing you with so much fervor that had you questioning everything you've ever felt towards him. he pulled away and pressed his forehead into your shoulder. you found yourself doubting that he was a virgin, considering the way he seemed so familiar with his thrusts. you could feel him in your stomach as he pounded into you, feeling every inch, throb and twitch of his cock against your walls.

his hand gripped your hip and you tilted your head to watch his mushroom tip slip in and out of you, moaning at the sound of your own wetness. you wrap your legs around his middle and he lifts his hips up to fuck you at an angle that had you losing vision, your grunts and moans mixing together as he bends down to reconnect your lips for the third time tonight.

he speeds up, hips now moving at a pace that has your jaw snapping open. you don't even have to tell him that you're close, the way your moans of his name became more incoherent and the way your face began to crumple were signal enough. he moved his hand from your hip to between your thighs as he incessantly rubbed your clit, kissing your neck as you babbled praise against him, pleasure becoming overwhelming.

"oh, fuck." jongseob could barely hear his own voice breaking as you squeezed around him, his arms shook overtop of you and his thrusts became messier at the sound of you calling for him.

"jongseob! gonna— gonna come!" you sobbed, unable to stop the tears from flowing down your face, and you reached to pull him closer to you as you came around him. your gummy walls squeezed impossibly tighter, fluttering around his now twitching cock as he pulled out and spilled onto your stomach. he flopped down beside you, pressing kisses wherever his lips could reach as you both floated back to consciousness.

you shifted in your spot to look at him. "i don't believe you."

"huh?'

"you are not a virgin!"

"what? yes i am— ah— was." he sputters and you giggle, moving next to him to drape your arm over his middle and rest your face against his neck. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then grabbed your chin to angle your face so he could kiss your lips. you sigh.

"seobie?" he hums in response.

"what about minju?"

"…who?"

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Pink Lemonade

CHAPTER 4

Pairings: Jaemin x Renjun x Haechan x Jeno x Mark x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Humor (I guess), Slow burn af

Summary: The dreamies decide to spend some weeks at an Inn in the middle of the nature to relax and enjoy some outdoor adventures, far away from their crazy idol life. What they didn’t expect was the nice girl running said Inn.

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: lol I’m ashamed to even say I’m sorry for the long wait at this point. Also sorry for not tagging anyone I will defs use my adhd as an excuse again bcs it's true and I am so lost in all the people who asked to be tagged

THIS ISN’t PROOF READ I SUCK I KNOW

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The next morning, after trying to casually kick Jeno out of your room before his friends could wake up, you quickly baked some brownies for your guests and finally took the time to do the laundry and clean the house a bit. When the men eventually woke up and finished the huge chocolate cake in seconds, you asked them what they wanted to do and Haechan suggested that you should surprise them.

Ugh, now you had to carry the burden of trying to impress rich people.

You tried to steer away from Haechan during the morning the best you could without being suspicious or rude, you really liked him but you didn’t know what he had going on inside that little twisted head of his and you were honestly scared to find out. You did notice that one eyebrow raise he did every time Jeno touched you a little bit too familiarly, but you tried to ignore it to not raise any more suspicions – You didn’t need the rest of the guests knowing how unprofessional you were being with their best friend. Also, your thoughts were so messy with the whole thing you had going on with Jaemin at the same time that you decided to just not think about it at all, just go with the flow.

When you finally made up your mind about your destination of the day, you told everyone to pack their swimming shorts and a dry change of clothes and in half an hour, you found yourself parking at your absolute favorite place in the world.

The boys got out of the car looking around confusedly at the scenery.

“Are we camping again?” Jisung asked and you simply shook your head, stretching in joy.

You let them be puzzled for your own entertainment at the large field full of tents and motioned for them to follow you into the trees. After walking for a bit in the woods, you finally got to a little pavemented road with handles to climb down to the tourist spot and you were happy at the “wow” you heard from the guys when you reached your final destination.

In front of you, stood a beautiful large waterfall that ended on top of a huge plain rock, creating a natural perfect slide instead of the normal lakes that normally stood at the bottoms of falls. The sun hitting the steam caused a big rainbow to form in the view and because of the fresh water, the air was full of dragonflies and colorful butterflies.

You figured if heaven existed, it had to look something like this.

Jisung and Chenle didn’t wait a single second before running straight to the sliding water, falling down before even taking their clothes off, but their screams of joy showed you they didn’t mind getting their shirts soaked. You laughed at the sight and went over to a dry rock to take your clothes off and lay the towels down, being followed by the calmer men who were kind of looking like excited golden retrievers. Mark looked like he was about to cry in expectation.

After you were all in your bathing suits, you ran after the younger boys, kicking the water in their direction. It only reached your ankles so you could horse around all you wanted. As expected, Haechan and Jisung tried to lay down where the water flow was stronger and found themselves being carried for long distances, screaming in desperation and laughing in joy at the same time.

During the busy months, besides all the tourists, there were also lifeguards stationed at the waterfalls, but for now, the place was all yours to be stupid. Jeno and Jaemin stood at the side sunbathing for the time being, Mark and Chenle ran alongside the sliding boys and you and Renjun played around in the water.

“Can we actually go under the fall?” Renjun asked after assuring Haechan wasn’t going to slide away until infinity.

“Yeah, it’s pretty short in height so the flow is not that strong.”

He smiled and put out his hand for you, which you accepted and followed him along.

“Oh no, it’s too cold,” You screamed in shock when you tried going under the water shower.

“We can do this,” Renjun laughed loudly. “I’ll count to 3! 3…2…1!”

Both of you screamed and went full body under the water, laughing and shaking at being frozen after staying under the hot sun for so long. When the rest of the boys noticed what you were doing, they all got interested and ran to join the two of you so you moved to the side and watched them having fun trying to push each other under the water.

Jaemin quietly approached you and stood next to you, joining you in your peaceful moment.

“This place is amazing.”

“Isn’t it?” You smiled up at him. Somehow in this blissful moment, he seemed even more perfect. “Want to see something even cooler?”

He nodded at you, an excited smile on his face. You quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the waterfall. When he saw what you were trying to do, you could feel him tensing.

“Trust me.”

He nodded at you and held his breath, you giggled and pulled him into the fall and all the way across it.

When you finally open your eyes, you laughed in joy at the hidden place a lifesaver had shown you many years ago. Under one of the waterfalls, stood a little secret cave, where you could sit down or stand and look at the water falling from behind it. The noise was too loud and the water too thick, so no one could see or hear you there. You loved playing tricks on your friends when you were younger, pretending you had disappeared.

You could make out blurry shades from the boys on the other side, confusedly trying to see where did you two go.

“Oh this is so fun,” Jaemin wowed, looking around. “I feel like I’m in a magic land or something.”

“Right? I liked coming here and pretending I was in Neverland with the lost boys.”

Jaemin smiled at you before letting his fingers lightly touch the water falling, “Can the rest see us?”

“No, the sun doesn’t hit the water in that angle,” You explained, letting your fingers play next to his.

“Ok, good.”

You looked up at him, trying to see what he meant, but were interrupted by his free hand softly grabbing your cheek and pulling you closer. You happily let your lips meet and ignored the fast beating of your heart. His lips were soft and felt magic against yours and when you noticed his thumb lightly brushing on your cheek, you realized you were kind of just standing there in shock and pretty much doing nothing, so you decided to fix that and wrap your arms around his neck, allowing him to actually kiss you like he wanted to. This was not like kissing Jeno, urgent and desperate; it felt warm and velvety and sweet, even when he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

Hello, butterflies.

Honestly, your brain was just having a difficult time processing that he was actually kissing you, for real, so when he pulled away you couldn’t hold back the nervous laugh you let out. Jaemin simply laughed along with you before grabbing your hand and pulling you back out from the waterfall, not giving you time to recompose yourself.

“What the fuck, where were you?” Jisung asked in shock as the two of you appeared from under the water.

“C’mon, I’ll show you,” You offered your hand, wanting to get away from Jaemin for a minute so you could stop and think.

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After you finished showing each one of the boys the little cave, besides Jeno and Mark who were too busy trying to climb a tree, you decided it was your turn to sunbathe a little until everyone got tired and decided to leave, which turned out to be when it started getting dark, way after lunchtime.

Your stomach was complaining but your guests were happy so you said nothing about it, the day had been really fun and you were exhausted after following along with the guys’ energies. You had never run as much in your life before and Haechan managed to turn everything into a game, which got you busy all through the afternoon. But now, you were tired, sitting in the corner soaking wet and shaking in cold, hoping they didn’t have much energy left and decided to come back soon.

Jeno thankfully noticed your trembling frame in the dark, wrapping his dry towel around you before sitting behind you, legs around yours and hands going up and down on your arms to warm you up. You leaned back against his chest, unable to thank him with your teeth chattering together.

“We should go, your skin is ice cold.”

“No, the boys are having fun,” You stuttered.

“They will get sick.”

“They don’t seem cold.”

“They haven’t stopped fooling around for a single second, they are probably sweating.”

“Maybe I should do some sit-ups.”

“Maybe you should stay right where you are and let me warm you up.”

“Yes, sir,” You smiled, already feeling less cold and safe inside Jeno’s arms. Nothing like a big muscular man to make you feel better.

The two of you chatted for a little while; besides you know, sucking his dick and sleeping together, you and Jeno haven’t really talked much when alone and he was just as amazing as you expected, cracking unfunny jokes and talking about food like a truthful Taurus.

“I’m hungry,” Chenle whined, approaching the two of you along with the others.

“Should we go?” Mark asked and you nodded.

You were so into your moment that you didn’t even remember you were clinging to Jeno until you noticed Haechan’s suspicious smirk once again.

“Yeah, it’s freezing out here,” You agreed, internally whining that you had to leave Jeno’s embrace before getting up and offering the man a hand.

“You should have told us you were cold,” Jaemin scolded you. “We would have left.”

“I told her.”

“It’s ok, I enjoy watching you guys being kids.”

“Thanks, I guess?” Haechan scrunched his eyebrows.

The men quickly picked up their things and you dragged your shivering figure back to the car, not even caring that you and the guys would get everything wet. You just wanted a warm shower, maybe a hot chocolate and blankets.

You threw your keys at Jeno, who silently understood you didn’t feel up for driving and went over to the driver’s seat, Jaemin riding shotgun next to him. Everyone argued about who should go in the trunk because everyone was cold. Like you had said, nights were really chilly down there.

“You’re going to get sick, Haechan,” Mark rolled his eyes after telling his friends to not go in the back for the sixth time.

“My body’s hot, it’s ok.”

“No, it’s not. We can just try and squeeze everyone inside,” You offered.

The two youngest boys complained but eventually accepted, not wanting to carry the guilt of getting their friends sick around.

Since Jisung had the longest legs, he went in the front on Jaemin’s lap. Haechan sat on Mark, you took your place on Renjun’s thighs and Chenle was squeezed between you in the middle seat. It was extremely uncomfortable but at least the proximity provided body heat.

You felt how Renjun’s arms naturally wrapped around your waist to hold you because of the bumpy road while Mark and Haechan screamed at Jeno to drive more carefully like he could do something about the holes on the road.

As soon as you got home, you were torn between using your privilege as an attractive woman to shower first or be professional and offer the warm shower to your guests. You didn’t have much time to actually think before Jaemin was pushing you into the bathroom with an order of “go warm up.”

As soon as the man left and you locked the door, you sighed in content and turned the heavenly water on, setting the temperature to the highest degree possible. You just wanted to spend hours enjoying the pleasant shivers that ran up your body from the feeling of the hot water hitting your almost frozen skin, but you felt bad when remembering everyone was also cold and waiting. You really hated how old the Inn was during these moments, when you weren’t even able to use both showers the house had at once.

After you quickly washed your hair and yourself, you freed the bathroom for Chenle, who was already sneezing. You went downstairs to see what everyone was up to, finding Renjun mixing a pan on the stove while the others chatted.

You approached the boy to catch a glimpse of what he was making and almost cried at the sight of the milky chocolate.

“Renjun, please marry me.”

“Anytime,” He smiled at you.

You were happy they felt comfortable enough to actually use the kitchen and get whatever they wanted from the pantry, most guests were normally too shy to do that, even after you had told them thousands of times to make themselves at home.

“What do you guys feel like eating today?” You turned around to ask everyone.

“Something hot,” Mark told you, a towel wrapped around his body but still shivering.

“I could make a soup or maybe we can have some fondue?”

At the suggestion, you noticed how their eyes widened in excitement and Haechan literally dropped on his knees in front of you, begging you for the fondue. You laughed and patted his head, “Your wish is my command. Y’all should change before your turn to shower, it might take a while.”

They all complied, heading upstairs and leaving you and Renjun alone. You went over to the pantry to get all the ingredients you needed, deciding on making a cheese fondue and a chocolate one. After a while of cutting the bread in silence while the cheese melted and blended with the white wine, you watched how Renjun contently hummed to a song while stirring the pot in front of him.

“Do you ever regret becoming famous?” You ask him, remembering the chat you all had on the first day.

He looks at you confusedly before letting out a comfortable smile, “No. I do wish to have an off day here and then but, it’s a privilege really, to be able to make a living out of something I love doing. I see so many people out there who are so talented and just can’t seem to make it in the industry, it’s awful.”

“I’m happy you made it.”

He smiles at you, “ Thank you. Me too, honestly. I worked so hard for such a long time; I was really unsure of myself for years, the training industry is ruthless.”

“I can imagine. I can tell you’re really passionate about what you do, try to not feel guilty about being here while others are not.”

“I just don’t feel more deserving than the rest.”

“I heard you singing at the camp, you’re so talented I was taken aback. And another thing, who gets to decide who’s deserving or not? It happens, that’s life.”

“Well, it’s sad.”

“It really is,” You agree, setting the bowl with the bread to the side so you could start working on the cute little potatoes you found.

“But thank you, it means a lot.”

You looked up to see the man smiling at you and returned the gesture, “I’m just stating the truth.”

Renjun then turned the stove off and went over to the cabinet to get some mugs, pouring the liquid into two of them and handing the yellow one to you.

“You’re a life savior,” You thanked him, taking a sip from the hot chocolate and not even caring that it burned your tongue.

The man started helping you, cutting the strawberries until the rest of the boys were back and joined the two of you on the task of getting dinner ready faster. Thankfully, in about half an hour everyone was sitting around the beautiful colored table, enjoying the fondue and all the mess that it caused, along with some cheap wine bottles. You remember how you were nervous on the first day about them only being used to really fancy things and now here they were, tipsy on the 8 bucks’ wine from the little market close by.

You decided to leave the dishes for tomorrow, too tired from messing around the whole day, so with a full stomach, everyone went upstairs and cuddled around on the couches in the living room, sharing stories and secrets that all the wine unlocked.

After Jisung exposed himself for being the one who dropped Renjun’s bottle in his room and not a ghost, tears escaping your eyes from laughing too hard at their screaming mess, most of the boys went to bed one by one. You watched how Jeno went to his own room confusedly and kind of… disappointed?

You decided to let it go for the moment and went over to the other couch to sit next to Jaemin, who was the only one left. His right arm soon found its place around your shoulders and you leaned your head on him, appreciating the warmness filling your body and your heart.

“Had fun today?” He asked.

You smiled at him, it was funny how when he was with his friends, he was super hyper and always screaming, but when he was with you, he spoke more softly and acted calmer, “I did. You know what I liked the most?”

“What?”

“When a pretty boy kissed me behind the waterfalls.”

“Wow, that dude must have like a super crush on you or something,” He joked and you laughed.

“Well, I think I also have kind of a crush on him but it might be the wine talking.”

Jaemin clutched at his chest dramatically, hissing in fake pain and you just slapped him, before you felt his hand on the back of your neck. He pulled your lips together and you hummed content against his mouth, kissing him sweetly until you felt the need to get up and straddle him and that’s when you stopped and pulled away, not really feeling like doing that somewhere anyone could see. Also, Jaemin has been pretty charming and tender since you’ve met, you didn’t think grinding on the couch was something he would be particularly interested in - Even if he was indeed a man.

Maybe you were wrong, you hoped to find out eventually. But not tonight.

He smiled at you and understood it was time to stop, starting a light-hearted conversation with you. Your heart was jumping insanely through the whole night and you felt your face hot as he massaged your feet while you talked for hours.

Eventually, he bid you goodnight and each one of you went to your separate rooms. You stared at the ceiling, hating how cold your bed felt and how there was no one to whisper with you until you fell asleep. You tossed and turned, debating if what you had in mind was a good idea or not until you decided “fuck it” and got up, making your way to the end of your hall tiptoeing to not make any noises and wake the others up.

You knocked on the door lightly so no one would hear, but you guessed it was too silent since you had no answer. Maybe he was already asleep. You were about to turn around and head back to your cold empty bedroom but decided to try it again, opening the room’s door lightly to thankfully find him playing on his phone.

He looked at you and you didn’t wait for an invitation to come in and shut the door behind you.

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