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Volcano: pool boy Jungwoo x female reader

Blow My Mind: Jungwoo x female reader

Sticker: alpha Jungwoo x female alpha reader

Swim: Jungwoo x female reader

Nemesis: Jungwoo x female reader

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Favorite: alpha Jungwoo x alpha Johnny x alpha Haechan x female omega reader

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My First and Last: alpha Jeno x female omega reader/ft beta Jungwoo x female omega reader

Alpha Camboy’s are Ruining My Life: frat alpha Jungwoo x female omega reader ft camboy alpha Jaehyun

Regular-Irregular: alpha Jungwoo x female omega reader ft various nct members

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Universe: baseball player Jungwoo x female reader ft various nct members

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pairing: shy!mark x cheerleader!reader

words: 2.1k+

summary: you’ve learned that your shy boyfriend has written a song about you, incorporating sounds that are not made for the public to hear.

genre: smut

warnings: oral, degradation, multiple orgasms, accidental creampie

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Lucas99 & Hendery99 : WayV

⇢ Synopsis: Lucas just really wants his dick sucked in the alley outside the club, and he’ll fuck you over the car if you give it to him. What you don’t expect, is a third person just showing up.  ⇢ Pairing: Lucas & Hendery x reader (ft. Johnny & other members) ⇢ Genre: smut. ⇢ Warnings: cam sex, oral (m receiving), public sex in an alley, Big dick cocky Lucas, Himbo boi Lucas, Sex on a car, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, fingers in mouth, spit roasting (double penetration), Hendery being semi awkward, threesome, etc… ⇢ Word Count: 3.6k. ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: cam girl reader, poly idols, idols sharing a fuck buddy, dirty boy idols,

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“You film on this?” Lucas looks at your phone, which is tiny in his massive hand. 

“Sometimes,” you try to get the phone back from him but he holds it above his head and out of your reach, smirking down at you, “give it back.”

“Why? I want to film something with it.”

You roll your eyes at him, “film what?” 

The two of you are in the alley behind a club, Lucas had come out to smoke and you’d offered to join him rather than be stuck alone with Taeyong and Doyoung, who were fighting about something, as per usual.

Lucas smirks at you, “a cam show.” he answers, as if it’s obvious, taking the final drag from his cigarette before flicking it away.

“Oh, you think just because I gave you the link to get into the room that you get to fuck me too?” you push at the large man’s chest, only half joking. Lucas is just a puppy, you doubt he’s even capable of malicious thinking.

Lucas shrugs, a wide smile on his face, “you don’t want to fuck me?” he asks, pouting a little.

You look at your large friend and sigh, “I really am becoming an idol fuck buddy aren’t I?”

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A Misunderstanding

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Part 3

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Y/N shut out the world by putting her headphones on, music blaring, as she walked towards the cafeteria with good spirits. Her weekend had been well spent after decluttering her apartment. Her dad had left her a message last night, informing her that he would be out of town but would return before their match against Iowa.

For some reason, she couldn't stop thinking about the Paranoia game from last time and how Paige had just revealed she was into Hannah Jump. Hannah was her teammate back in Stanford, and Y/N admitted, aside from being talented on the court, she was good in academics and... really pretty. It was itching her to know if Paige would pursue Hannah or not; after all, she had just admitted she liked her. Paige might appear as the fuckboy type among their lot but she might be the most decent one when it comes to relationship. She never pursued anyone ,yet, probably some flirtations but never to the point of dating. Her world seems to revolve only in basketball. Regardless, it is not her business.

She opened TikTok last night, only to be blasted by Paige Bueckers edits in her feed. The algorithm must have been playing some kind of joke on her, she thought, feeling a mix of amusement and irritation at the coincidence.

Shrugging off the thought, Y/N lazily slipped her hands into her hoodie's pocket and ambled towards her destination. Her train of thoughts got cut off when she almost stumbled, feeling a weight on her back that nearly sent her crashing to the ground.

"The fuck b— What the hell Paige Bueckers!"

Y/N exclaimed, cursing every inch of Paige's being as she struggled to regain her balance while supporting Paige's weight.

Paige, seemingly unfazed by the near disaster she caused, had the audacity to laugh.

"You nearly broke my back, Paige! I could've broken your face too!"

Y/N protested for the last time, yet still allowed Paige to remain on her back.

"Damn right, you're heavy," Y/N grunted under Paige's weight. It seemed she had no intention of getting off anytime soon. Despite being almost the same height, Paige had bulked up since her ACL recovery.

"Suck it up, Miller. Don't be a loser," Paige encouraged, oblivious to Y/N's struggle.

"Yeah, and you'll be the loser if I drop you here." she bit back a response.

By the time they reached the cafeteria, Y/N was already sweating, carrying Paige acting as a warm-up.

She hadn't actually seen Paige face-to-face yet, so when she dropped her off, she almost stuttered. Paige's hair wasn't tied up today, and she was only wearing her sleeveless compression top, which fit her perfectly, sticking it to the right places.

"Hey, Miller. I know I look good; stop ogling," Paige called out with a playful airiness, teasing Y/N as she caught her glance.

Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to conceal her embarrassment from being caught gawking.

"No braids today?" she asked before Paige could further boost her ego.

"Kayla is out of town, so..." Paige shrugged. "You can braid it later before practice."

"Yeah, and make sure you took a shower today; I don't want some greasy hair," Y/N quipped with a playful smirk.

Paige feigned being hurt, putting both her hands on her chest in mock offense.

"You're so mean, dude. You don't know what some people are going through," Paige said, shaking her head while placing her hand on Y/N's shoulder.

"You're so dramatic. Now if you'll get out of my way please, I am hungry." Y/N retorted with a chuckle, nudging Paige playfully.

Paige stepped aside, allowing Y/N to pass, and followed after.

Y/N couldn't help but notice something different about Paige today; she seems to be perky.

"What's gotten into you today, Paige?" Y/N stopped and turned to confront Paige. The latter merely bestowed onto her a deep grin that extended to her eyes.

"Nothing, why? Is it a crime to be in a good mood?" Paige remarked, rolling her shoulders, a clear indication of her upbeat demeanor.

Y/N shook her head in disbelief but decided to let it go, opting instead to grab her breakfast.

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"Stay put, Paige Madison, you're gonna ruin my braids," Y/N insisted, gently placing her hand on Paige's shoulder to keep her still while she worked on her hair.

"What's taking you so long? Kayla does it quickly," Paige complained.

In truth, Y/N was deliberately taking her time. She needed to steady her hands, unsure why they were shaking. After all, she'd done this countless times before. But being so close to Paige felt different, almost unfamiliar. And Paige's hair, soft and smelling of peppermint, tempted her to linger, to breathe in the scent and savor the moment.

"There, finally done."

Taking one last satisfied look, Y/N released Paige. "There, all done," she announced proudly. This time, she'd opted for a Dutch braid, a departure from Paige's usual signature hairstyle.

"Thanks, but I'm still the best," Paige quipped with a playful grin

"Oh, really? Care to make a bet?" Y/N challenged, a mischievous glint in her eye.

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The team's lounge was unusually quiet following practice. The girls taking the opportunity to catch up on sleep after the exhausting training session.

Meanwhile, Y/N sat on the edge of her seat, nervously tapping her foot as she debated whether to open it or not. She found herself repeatedly switching it on and off, unable to make up her mind.

Cameron's message had left Y/N in a dilemma. Eventually, she rose to pack her things and switched off her phone. As she moved, she suddenly halted, blinking as the vision in her left eye began to blur. Panic welled up as she feared she might pass out. She turned around to her left, unaware of Paige, who had just emerged from the shower. Their heads collided.

"What the heck! Are you blind or something, dawg?" Paige exclaimed, rubbing the spot where they had collided.

"Oh yeah? And today I discovered just how thick your skull is," Y/N retorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"But seriously, are you okay?" Paige asked, concern evident in her voice.

"Yeah, actually, I am blind. I didn't see you," Y/N admitted.

"Probably because your contact lens is off," Paige suggested, seeing the uneven eye color. Her left green and right hazel.

"Oh," Y/N replied, mentally chastising herself for forgetting her own condition.

"Here, let me help you. Stay put," Paige said as she draped her towel over a chair and gently guided Y/N's head with her hands to assist in fixing her contact lens.

"How am I supposed to know you're not going to poke m--"

"Quiet, almost done," Paige interrupted, her tone firm but reassuring.

As Paige worked, the room seemed to grow warmer. It was the second time they had been this close outside of the court, and Y/N found herself uncomfortable with her blurry vision, unable to clearly see Paige's features up close. Yet, paradoxically, she also found solace in the blurred lines, grateful that she wouldn't have to dwell on the details of their encounters today.

"There, done," Paige announced, and Y/N blinked, relieved to find her vision clear once more.

"T-thanks," Y/N stuttered, clearing her throat. Their eyes locked for a moment, but before the intensity could linger, Y/N was the first to break the contact.

"U-uh, I'll just pack my things," she mumbled, trying to ease the sudden tension.

"Y-yeah, you should," Paige replied awkwardly, her own discomfort evident in her voice.

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Unbelievable, Y/N let out an exasperated sigh as her car refused to start. Of all the days and weather conditions, why did it have to happen now? How was she supposed to get home in this rain?

"This is ridiculous," she muttered, leaning her head against the steering wheel. The parking lot seemed endless, and she knew she'd be soaked by the time she reached the bus stop for her commute home.

She opened her phone, fingers tapping out a message in their group chat, hoping someone was still around in their class or lingering in the parking lot who could give her a ride home.

Upon sending the message, Paige was quick to reply, mentioning she had just gotten into her car and would swing by to pick Y/N up.

It was the third time Paige had come to her rescue, and it seemed like she always appeared at just the right moment.

Paige's Camry pulled up alongside Y/N's car, and she swiftly gathered her belongings before stepping out and securing her vehicle. She dashed toward Paige's car, a brisk pace driven by both the biting cold and her aversion to getting wet.

"Thanks, Bueckers," she muttered gratefully as she settled into the passenger seat, closing the door behind her.

"Anytime, Miller. What would you do without me?" Paige quipped, exuding confidence and earning an eye roll from Y/N.

As they merged into traffic, Waka Flocka's music blared from Paige's stereo.

"I need to swing by Walmart first; I'm running low on groceries. Hope you don't mind," Paige added, breaking the rhythm of the music-filled silence.

Y/N nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I can grab some for myself as well."

The rain had somehow mellowed by the time they arrived at Walmart. The two of them dashed into the store, snagging a cart and launching into their grocery run.

Paige peered into Y/N's meticulously organized cart, filled with salad ingredients and chicken, devoid of any junk food.

"How are you even full just eating that?" Paige teased, gesturing towards Y/N's cart.

Y/N glanced over at Paige's cart, which seemed more like a haul than a grocery run, stocked with proteins, organic chips, and various meats. It was clear Paige was focused solely on food items.

"Duh. Do I look like I have time to cook?" Y/n retorted with a smirk, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Paige raised both hands in surrender. "Alright. For an athlete, you sure eat less."

Y/N, who had been chubby back in grade school due to her big bones, had made a conscious effort to monitor her weight when she got into basketball.

"I've got big bones. Plus, I was fat back in grade school. I easily gain weight, so I have to watch what I eat," Y/N explained.

Paige's curiosity piqued at the mention of Y/N's childhood appearance, but she merely mouthed an 'oh,' holding back her questions for the moment.

When they finished their grocery shopping, the two of them struggled on their way back to the parking lot, battling against the persistent rain. They did their best to shield the bags from getting wet, navigating through the downpour with determination.

Besides her earlier dilemma about Cameron's text, she finds herself faced with a new one. First, she struggles with the task of carrying the grocery bags up to her apartment alone, as she already has her gym bag filled with basketball gear. Second, she hesitates to ask Paige for help, knowing how much Paige has already done for her today. She waits until they arrive at her apartment before finally mustering the courage to speak up.

"Um, Paige, there's one more thing. I really need your help carrying these groceries," she stammers, nodding towards the backseat where the bags are piled.

"No problem at all, Miller. I've got you," Paige responds with a thumbs up and a playful wink.

"Thanks. I owe you big time for all your help today."

Y/N couldn't help but roll her eyes every time Paige proudly exclaimed, "What would you do without me?"

In the elevator, she nudged Paige to keep her quiet as Paige continued to prattle on about her indispensable role in Y/N's life.

A sense of panic washed over Y/N when she noticed her door was unlocked. Only she and her dad knew the passcode.

Upon entering her apartment, she was greeted by Cameron sitting comfortably in her living room.

"Hi," Cameron greeted awkwardly.

"Who let you in?" Y/N asked, attempting to hide her annoyance, though it came out with a grit.

"I, uh... asked your dad," Cameron replied nervously.

Y/N felt her jaw clench.

"You can—"

"The heck, bro, why are you standing there like a post or something?" Paige barged in, not noticing Cameron at first, as she followed behind Y/N.

"Sorry about that. Hey, let's drop off these groceries and grab some lunch at your place, yeah?" Y/N suggested.

Paige gave Y/N a confused look, not catching on until she noticed Cameron. Y/N glared at her, silently conveying a "play along or else" message.

Paige, on the other hand, finds herself uncertain of what to do. She holds Y/N's groceries, her gaze shifting between Y/N and Cameron, feeling like an inadvertent intruder.

"U-uh, w-well, yeah, sure," she awkwardly responds, inching towards the kitchen to set down the groceries. The palpable tension between Y/N and Cameron doesn't escape her notice.

"H-hi, Cameron," she offers as she passes by, to which Cameron responds with a polite smile. "Sorry, I must have interrupted your plans today," Cameron apologizes.

"It's fine. No problem. I'll just… yeah, groceries," Paige gestures towards the kitchen, trying to diffuse the awkwardness.

She retreats to the kitchen, giving the two space to talk.

"I'm sorry for coming here with short notice. I thought you read my texts," Cameron explains.

"I am busy. I don't have time to be on my phone all day," Y/N replies tersely.

Paige wonders how she ended up in this situation, feeling more like the one interrupting rather than Cameron.

"W-well, I am staying at a hotel. Let me know when you are free," Cameron offers tentatively.

"I have no free time. I have an upcoming match, so feel free to go back to California anytime," Y/N says casually.

"Y/N…" Cameron trails off, at a loss for words. With a sigh, she continues, "Alright, let me know when you are ready to talk to me. I'll be leaving."

Cameron gathers her things and departs. What the heck just happened?

Paige returns to the living room to find Y/N standing there, visibly distressed after Cameron's departure.

"Well… what the hell just happened?" Paige asks, trying to make sense of the tension.

Y/N sighs heavily. "Long story. I really don't have the energy to deal with her," she says, shaking her head in frustration.

"Do you still want to go grab lunch?" Paige offers, hoping to lighten the mood.

Y/N's head shoots up, her eyes lighting up at the mention of food.

"I think so. I am hungry," she admits, a small smile forming on her lips.

"Well, don't expect salad. I won't feed you that kind of crap," Paige quips, injecting a bit of humor into the conversation. ---------

They found themselves in a brief argument over whether to cook or dine out, but in the end, Paige's preference for eating out won.

Paige wasn't joking when she said she wouldn't subject Y/N to just salad. She orders some chicken wings for her, reasoning that it's just for one day, and Y/N can return to her original diet afterward.

"Well, we're fucked," Paige muttered, her ears growing warmer and eyes a mix of amusement and concern.

Y/N's brows creased, curious about Paige's comment. Her annoyance grew as her phone buzzed again. Opening it, she was bombarded with Instagram and TikTok notifications, causing color to drain from her face in realization.

"What the hell? They took this angle wrong in all ways. Do we look like we're kissing?" Y/N exclaimed, her voice unintentionally carrying across the restaurant. The heads of other diners turned towards their table, causing Y/N to bow her head slightly in embarrassment.

Paige, now red-faced, looked away, feeling the weight of the situation.

"Who the hell even took this clip?" Y/N continued, her annoyance evident.

It became clear that the video was taken earlier when Y/N's contact lens fell out, and Paige was helping her. The angle made it appear as if they were kissing, with Paige's back and her hands on Y/N's face.

"That's kind of awkward. It really does look like a compromising angle," Paige added, trying to diffuse the tension.

Y/N shook her head in disbelief. "I didn't know there's actually malice in helping people now."

"Let them think what they want to think. It's not like it's any of their business," Paige declared, trying to brush off the situation with a nonchalant attitude. When in truth, her heart is almost thumping out of her chest.

"Alright, for the sake of my peace of mind," Y/N said with a resigned sigh.

Just then, one of Y/N's block mates, Miller, spotted them from across the restaurant. "Yo, Miller. What are you two doing here? Are you like having some lover's quarrel?" he called out, his tone teasing.

Annoyed, Y/N grabbed Paige's arm and hastily fled from the scene, wanting to escape the embarrassment.

Paige couldn't help but overhear what Y/N's blockmate said. "Holy shit, it wasn't a no. They were really dating," he exclaimed to his friends.

Paige's heart sank as the reality of the situation sank in. "Now we're really doomed," she muttered under her breath, realizing the potential fallout from the misunderstanding.

❥ chenle : dare.

"it's just a dare, princess, get on your knees."

pairing: dom!chenle × fem!reader

type: smut, short fic (jisung isn't in this)

description: a game of truth and dare gets very hot between your group of friends: kissing, lap dances, 7 minutes in a closet where heaven definitely wasn't just making out. But when it's your turn for a dare, the guys seem to have something specific in mind for you - and it involves Chenle, and you on your knees.

warnings: oral!male, blow!job, dom!idol, face!fucking, sadistic!chenle, cum!shot, degradat!on, exhibition!sm, mention of alcohol (reader + chenle haven't had anything to drink), rough!chenle

a/n: im not sure about the end???🥺but goshhh chenle istg im so-😫

Jaemin pulled back from the kiss with a grin, a wave of jeers rippling across the room. Your friend's shy giggle made you smile, and you laughed as she fell into your shoulder, burying her face.

"I feel hot," she mumbled.

"This game has gotten out of hand," you teased, "they'll dare someone to fuck in a minute."

"I think Jeno already did that in the closet," Haechan grinned, collapsing down onto the bean bag beside you, "but it's your turn now, y/n, truth or dare?"

The room fell silent, tipsy excitement filling the air, and you tapped your nails against the cider's unopened bottle cap in your hand.

"Truth," you murmured.

"You asked for a truth on your last go," Jeno's eyes sparkled, "you've got to do a dare."

He was up to something; it was obvious. Your brow furrowed, searching his face for some kind of hint or indicator. But he was giving nothing up.

Finally, you gave a slow nod - albeit suspicious - and sank into the bean bag, watching the other boys share a twinkling glance.

"We dare you..." Renjun barely even looked around the room, his mind already made up, "to suck Chenle's dick right here, right now."

The air snatched from your lungs and you choked, cheeks flooding with a burning heat. Opposite you, Chenle lazed on the floor beside his friends, balancing an untouched beer bottle between two fingers. His eyes flickered up, calmly holding your own, his expression remaining still.

"Th-That's ridiculous-" you swallowed.

Turning your head, you attempted to hide the affect of Renjun's words, filled with shame at how they'd sent butterflies swarming to your stomach.

"It's not that serious," Haechan's chuckle penetrated your thoughts, "it'll be a fun show."

"Either do the dare or suffer the penalty," Jeno's head tilted, "20 shots, and just for you we'll throw in something extra special."

In all honesty, you were barely even thinking about the penalty. Chenle's gaze was pinned on you, and it was sending you into a confused frenzy. You wanted to. Deep down. Every little thing he did turned you on, from the way he smiled, to the way he played with his fingers, even to the way he'd sit. Your thighs pulled tightly together, a pool of warmth collecting between them. They may have been drunk, but your friends knew you were considering it - they weren't stupid. And neither was Chenle.

Steadily, he rose to his feet, placing his drink down and beginning to approach your awkward figure.

"Get up," he drawled, voice deep.

You forced yourself to look at him, heart faltering and breath hitching as he held out a single hand.

"We know you want to," Jaemin smirked.

You could feel yourself melting under Chenle's eyes, his stare was persuasive. Too persuasive. Your fingers curled through his, skin brushing the cool metal of his decorative rings, allowing him to pull you onto your feet. He began to stride back, leading you to the middle of your circle of friends, before reaching up to graze his thumb over your lower lip.

"It's just a dare, princess," he purred, orbs turning dark, "get on your knees."

You lowered, and the others were quiet with anticipation, watching as Chenle ran his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to follow his lead.

"You know what to do, don't you?" his brow cocked, "or do I have to show you?"

Swallowing, you stretched your hand out towards the waist band of his joggers, delicately tugging at the elastic. He rubbed gentle circles into your scalp, patiently waiting for your touch to lower.

"You're sure you want to do this?" he uttered, quietly.

You nodded. You did. More than ever.

"I do."

Fingers passing over the somewhat hard shaft beneath his boxers, your chest erupted in an unusual, spine tingling sensation. You dithered, for a moment, feeling every line and curve of the bulging print.

Chenle sighed, and tugged at your hair, clicking his tongue to signify he was becoming impatient. The slight pain made you moan (which you quickly tried to stifle, much to no avail). His lips twitched, and for the second time he pulled - a little harder - at your hair, causing another quiet sound to fall out.

"You like that, huh?" he purred. Suddenly Chenle didn't give a fuck about anyone else in the room, he could only see you; who he knew wanted this just as bad as he did.

Brushing your hand away with his own, Chenle grasped his cock in a loose grip and released it from his jogger's thin material. As soon as it hit the air, your eyes were trained to it's size, lips falling immediately open, and Chenle elicited a quiet laugh. One palm still pressed to the back of your head, the other lined his tip up to your eager mouth. He teased you for a moment, hovering it just between those pretty pink pillows of flesh, before his hips moved firmly forward. His cock stuffed deep down your throat, and your head bobbed forward to accommodate for it's length, eyes already beginning to water. Hips rocking against your mouth, Chenle moved to place both hands against your head, applying a small amout of pressure to hold you a little further down. Your saliva was wrapping around his cock perfectly, and he grunted with the unique pleasure, allowing his cock to continue delving deeper inside your mouth. The movements started off fairly slow, while he grew harder, and bigger, between your hollowed cheeks. Your head followed the rhythm of his hips, enjoying the protuding veins dragging across your skin, and you began to quietly moan. The sounds sent vibrations down his shaft, and Chenle's neck fell back with a loud groan.

"Shut the fuck up," he sneered.

His hips began to thrust faster, deeper, harder, now pushing every inch down your throat. You gagged, attempting to keep up with the pace, loving every second he slammed into your lips, filling you with his cock. Your tongue swirled messily around him, spit spilling down your chin, and your hands grasped desperately at his thighs - keeping yourself steady with the intensity. You attempted to remain quiet, but your chokes rang through the air, and your whines were difficult to hold in.

"Dirty fucking whore," Chenle hissed, "look at me, let me see you gag on my cock like a needy little slut."

Your eyes looked up, weakly, barely able to keep them open as his hips continually fucked your face. He moaned at the sight of you, and pushed his hands into your head, forcing it down to the base. Holding you there, Chenle's cock throbbed between your cheeks, still growing harder from the heat of your mouth. Tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks, mascara staining your skin, as he drove his hips at a faster pace, tip of his cock crashing into the back of your throat carelessly. You sensed his spine curl, and Chenle's voice cracked, while a heavy pleasure began to form in his chest. His hips jutted, becoming tired with the promise of orgasm, and a sensation so powerful he could barely breath consumed his stomach. He was fucking your mouth more desperately, having never before felt something so strong, never before wanted to cum so badly. Your tongue was like magic curling around his cock, your nails digging into his legs only deepening his intense lust.

"I-I'm gonna cum-" Chenle's lip curled, teeth gritted. His cock twitched against your cheeks, veins screaming for release, and he abruptly yanked at your hair - just as strings of warm liquid squirted out. He was cumming hard, panting as he stroked out the last of it, utterly consumed by the pleasure. Chest heaving, he watched it drip from your face, smirking as your tongue reached out to lick it up the falling droplets. Chenle was left breathless, he'd never came like that before, never felt something so overwhelmingly intense. Standing there watching the creamy juices combine with your mascara stained tears, he wanted nothing more than to fuck you again. And again. Until you couldn't walk.

The rest of the room gawped at you, eyes wide and bodies stiff. You'd become so involved in the moment, you'd forgotten they were watching. It still hadn't kicked in. You were too entranced, gazing up at Chenle with dilated pupils. He didn't bear look away, both of you wanting - no, needing - more.

Shakily, he began to reorganise his clothes, before bending down to run his fingers past your cheek.

"It's my turn next," Chenle mumbled, "I'll choose dare."

Aemond Fanfiction Masterlist

A compilation of my Aemond Targaryen fics I have written thus far.

SPICEY fics 🌶

A Warm Bathtub Ride | Aemond x f!reader

Sweet as Honey | Aemond x f!reader

Dragon Rider | Aemond x f!reader

Just A Taste | Aemond x f!reader

A Heated Awakening | Aemond x f!reader

NSFW Alphabet | Aemond x f!reader

Baby Hungry | Aemond x f!reader

One Shots/Drabbles

Against the wall | Aemond x reader drabble

Desperate kiss | Aemond x reader drabble

Tired parent kiss | Aemond x reader drabble

Don't kiss your opponent | Aemond x reader drabble

Morning Kisses | Aemond x reader drabble

I Almost Lost You | Aemond x reader drabble

A Lover's Kiss | Aemond x reader drabble

To be in your Arms | Aemond x reader drabble

I Missed You Kiss | Aemond x reader drabble

Whispers of Are You Sure | Aemond x reader drabble

A Jealous Kiss | Aemond x reader

Relax, my love | Aemond x reader massage drabble

Do Not Touch | Jealous Aemond x f!reader

Riding Vhagar | Aemond x pregnant!reader

Cassandra Baratheon x Aemond Oneshot

Friends with Benefits | Aemond x Reader

Two nerds in a room..they might kiss | Aemond x Reader

I Miss Screaming and Fighting and Kissing in the Rain | Aemond x Reader

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken | Aemond x Martell!Reader

He took me to a brothel when I was thirteen | Aemond x reader

The first "I love you" | Aemond x reader

A Secret Love | Aemond x servant!reader

The World Will Know | Aemond x insecure!reader

Confronting Him about Luke | Aemond x Strong!Reader

Seeing the Sapphire | Aemond x reader

A Mommy's Boy | Aemond x reader

Accidental Injury | Aemond x wife!reader

Continuing Fanfics

Comedy of Errors Part 1 | Aemond x Reader

And Winter Came Part 1 | Aemond x Stark!Reader

And Winter Came Part 2 | Aemond x Stark!Reader

Seeing his darker side Part 1 | Aemond x reader

Aemond x genius!reader Part 1

Of the Dragon and the Rose | Tyrell OC x Aemond

Jealousy | Aemond x Lannister!Reader

More to come! Inbox is closed for oneshot requests, though please feel free to send in quotations, drabbles, scenarios, questions, etc. :)

Thanks for the support friends!