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✨OPEN CURTAINS – h.r.j.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – huang renjun x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, neighbours!au

warnings – voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation

word count – 849 words

summary – renjun had never been so grateful about his cute neighbour forgetting to close her bedroom curtains.

note – soo this was my first smut. please don’t be too harsh on me, it was kind of difficult to describe everything i had in mind while writing. also, i’m sorry if it’s cringy lmao. let me know what you think!

part i ; part ii ; part 3

after long hours of working on finishing his schoolwork, renjun found himself about to pass out from exhaustion. with the end of the semester getting closer and closer, the workload was getting heavier as well, resulting in the poor boy getting less sleep and spending most of his time studying. the pressure had his stress levels reaching the roof and the little amount of free time he had to himself only added to his long list of frustrations. it was getting harder for him to focus on anything, his train of thought getting lost with whatever seemed slightly more interesting.

that’s why his eyes unconsciously drifted towards his neighbour’s window, you, curious to see what you were up to at the moment. maybe you were also studying? he’s heard from his friend group that you were one of the top students in your class, so that would only make sense to him. or perhaps you were just relaxing after a week full of tension, netflix playing on your laptop while you laid down on your comfortable looking bed, munching on some snacks. 

what he definitely didn’t expect was seeing you walk into your room with only a small towel covering your most private parts, hair wet from just getting out of a refreshing shower to get rid of any stressful thought that had made its way inside your head during a tough week at school. his breath hitched on his throat when your towel dropped to the ground, drops of water sliding down your naked body, feeling his face flushing and pants tightening.

you must have forgotten to close the curtains before getting into the shower, you couldn’t have done it on purpose just to tease him. renjun knew he should have looked away and kept studying, but he couldn’t find the strength within himself to do so. you looked so pretty, moving around your room carefree on your birthday suit, choosing pieces of clothing to wear. one of his hands made its way to his pants, palming his clothed cock. his lips were swelling from how hard he was biting into them, trying his best to muffle the sinful sounds that escaped his pink lips.

he couldn’t help but wonder how would you look like kneeling in front of him on the floor before using your small, soft-looking hands to pump his hard member. he wondered how your pretty little mouth would feel like if it was wrapped around him, spit dripping down the side, gagging when the tip reached the back of your throat. would you let him take control? or did you like being the one dominating? renjun was more than certain he liked bossing around in bed, but he swore to every god up there that if you ever let him have a chance to touch you and please you, he wouldn’t even mind being pegged by you. 

renjun freed himself from the confinement of his pants, pulling them down just enough to pump himself comfortably. “oh, fuck” he mumbled out of breath, running his unoccupied fingers through his hair. he was getting worked up faster than he expected, already close to his high, almost tasting his release. the movement of his hand more erratic and sloppy as his eyes trailed up and down your body, tightening his grip on his cock whenever your gaze wandered close to your window. his heart was pounding fast, so fast that it almost hurt his ribs. he didn’t want to get caught by you jerking off so shamelessly to you dressing up, but it felt too good to stop now. the thought of it made a low moan escape his lips, feeling the knot on the pit of his stomach about to snap. would you like seeing him all fucked up just by the sight of you? would you maybe want to touch him and let him take care of you?

his hips began bucking up into his hand fast and hard, almost fucking his fist while chasing after his orgasm. just as you were pulling on a lacy pair of panties and an oversized shirt, his dick twitched on his grip, releasing white ropes of cum that reached his hoodie and stained his sweatpants. his eyes closed tightly, eyebrows furrowed and slightly shaking by the strong wave of pleasure that was taking over his body, giving a few more deep thrusts into his hand to ride out the rest of his high. renjun kept his eyes shut, head thrown back while trying to control his uneven breathing. his hand stroked lazily his softening cock a couple more times to extend the feeling, but eventually, it got too much.

coming down from his high, eyes slowly opening to look at you for the last time before getting up to clean himself, he felt the colour drain out of his face. he didn’t even try to cover the mess he had made of himself, cum-covered fist holding his exposed dick, flushed face, heavy breathing and dishevelled hair, as your eyes stared right back at his with an indecipherable look.

–lia:)

✨ADRENALINE RUSH – n.j.m.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – na jaemin x female!reader

genre – smut, slight angst | non-idol!au, school!au

warnings – good boy!virgin!jaemin, bad girl!experienced!reader, corruption kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), breeding kink, slight exhibitionism (library), creampie, marking, overstimulation

word count – 3.416 words

note – i got too much into it lol. it turned out so long, i’m sorry for that. i do hope you like it, i’ve been working on it for a few days now and it’s been rough. i’m hoping there aren’t too many errors, and if there are i apologize in advance, i know they are annoying. either way enjoy!

summary – as the local bad girl, your reputation was rather infamous. jaemin knew this and so he tried his best to stay away from you. but after getting paired up for a genetics project, he didn’t stand a chance against your desire to ruin his innocence.

taglist – @junguwuuu , @prvncejxon​, @carelessshootanonymous

part i ; part ii

you were mindlessly playing with your pen, doodling on the margins of your notebook, ignoring completely what your genetics professor was explaining on the board in the front of the classroom. 

that’s how class usually was for you; not paying attention to anything, just messing around with your highlighters, drawing more doodles to add to your collection or observing your classmates –not in a creepy way, though–. your professor wasn’t that clueless for you to nap until the end of the class, so you took advantage of whatever could keep you awake. 

when your hand started to cramp due to the constant movement, you started looking around the room with a bored expression, letting your thoughts go to anything and everything that seemed the tiniest bit interesting. that was until he caught your eye.

na jaemin. perfect na jaemin. excellent grades, the teacher’s pet, always so polite to everyone. the type of guy every parent would want their daughter to date and the perfect role model.

and you were the opposite. you never really cared about school; getting high scores was useless from your point of view, so you never took it seriously. you were used to sneaking out of your house to attend parties and going home drunk with a different guy each weekend –cause life is short and why not–. your lifestyle earned you a ‘bad girl’ reputation, as well as the protagonism of multiple not-so-nice rumours.

you two were so different from one another, belonged to completely different worlds.

that’s why you were so intrigued by him.

it’s not like this was the first time you notice him, you can’t just not notice him. he was gorgeous, to say the least; perfect face, flawless skin, sparkly round eyes adorned with long eyelashes, pink plush lips, fluffy hair with soft dark locks that fell beautifully on his forehead, framing the soft expression on his face. oh yeah, how could you forget that long neck of his, with a prominent adam’s apple that made your mouth water with the thought of marking it with purplish bites. you’ve wanted to ruin him since the first day you laid eyes on him, make him break under your touch and need you as much as he needs oxygen to breathe.

“so, before the class comes to an end, i’m going to assign you in pairs for the project i was talking to you about a few minutes ago.” groans of annoyance were heard from all around the room, finally making you pay attention.

as the professor began mentioning the pairs, your attention drifted once again towards jaemin. he looked genuinely interested in what was being said; eyebrows furrowed in concentration while waiting for his name to be called.

“kim sohee and lee donghyuck,” your eyes wandered down toward his broad shoulders, strong arms and slender fingers. your teeth nibbled with your bottom lip, nails sinking against the palm of your hand as you felt your panties grow damp by the sole idea of him fingering you. 

“na jaemin and y/l y/n,” your head snapped first in the direction of your professor, and then to his, who looked rather nervous sitting down a few desks in front of you, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. indeed, jaemin was nervous, so nervous that he felt like he was about to pass out. he could feel the looks full of pity his friends were throwing at him and it was making him feel even worse. he wasn’t too pleased either with the shot of excitement and anticipation he felt spreading across his body. you looked down at your hands, hair slightly covering your face as you tried to hide your devilish smirk.

you didn’t bother to listen to the rest of the pairs, being already too immersed in thoughts about every possible scenario that could take place while you two worked together on the project.

~.~.~.~

as soon as class ended, you threw your bag over your shoulder, making your way towards jaemin’s table and earning a couple of looks of disapproval from his friends. not letting that affect you, you approached him with a sweet smile plastered on your face. “hey,” his face shot up to look at you, hands still working on getting all his belongings inside his bag. straightening his back, he tried to look unaffected by your presence. he nodded his head shortly as a greeting and decided to get this over with as fast as he could.

“let’s work on the project at the library, right after class,” jaemin said, trying to sound confident, but you could see right through him; he was nervous. he figured that a place full of people was less risky rather than either of your houses, where you’d be alone and the possibility of something happening was a lot higher. you shrugged your shoulders, not really minding the location, “see you later, pretty boy.” you winked at him before making your way out of the room, leaving a flustered jaemin behind.

you were bad news, your name only coming up in conversations about breaking the rules, hookups during parties with lots of alcohol involved and other rumours. he knew he wasn’t supposed to feel like this, all about you screamed ‘danger, beware’. and his friends had warned him, always making sure to constantly remind him not to get closer than needed or he would be doomed. but he couldn’t stop the fast beating of his heart nor the butterflies that erupted in his stomach. 

jaemin was certain this wasn’t going to end well, at least not for him.

and he was right.

~.~.~.~

a few hours later, jaemin and you were sat side by side on a slightly secluded table. he decided against sitting close to the entrance, as the internet connexion wasn’t so good and you were required to do internet research. he felt on edge every time your thigh brushed lightly against his, though he wasn’t sure if you knew what you were doing or if you were completely oblivious to the small touches.

but you sure weren’t oblivious of the way his body reacted with each of them, fingers gripping tightly the edges of the book he had opened in front of him. you on the other hand pretended to not notice, intently reading the thesis you had found in google scholars about multifactorial and complex diseases.

at some point, you figured it was time to make your move and shoot your shot. it seemed like he liked your proximity and lingering touches, as he had never –in all the time you’ve spent in the library– made an attempt to pull away or make you stop. also, by the look of the prominent tent forming inside his school pants, he appeared to actually be really fond of it. smiling to yourself, you continued as if nothing happened.

jaemin was internally panicking, he was aware that eventually you were going to notice his little –not so little– problem. he wanted to either bury himself underground or lock himself inside his room and wait until he passed away from inanition, starvation or dehydration, whatever happened first. he tried thinking about disgusting things to make it go away, like strawberries or the time when he was dared to lick his friend donghyuck’s sweaty foot, but nothing seemed to work.

you could make out the outline of his hard dick from the inside of his pants, biting your lips to contain the smirk making its way to your face. your hand snaked up his thigh until it was close to where he most needed you, making him shudder and squirm nervously under your touch. “w-what are you doing?”, he managed to ask, swallowing the lump in his throat. this was the first time a hand that wasn’t his own was touching him. because, of course, he wasn’t that innocent. he had needs like every guy his age, hormones all over the place and making him painfully aware of the pretty girl sitting so close to him. your scent intoxicating and addictive, almost making him lean closer.

you didn’t even care to respond, too fascinated by the feeling of his clothed member against your hand, hot and heavy. “s-stop, this isn’t right, w-we can’t do this here.” the panic present on his voice made a chuckle fall from your lips, making jaemin shrink in his seat. 

“someone’s gonna hear us, w-we’ll get caught.” he didn’t know what else to tell you to make you stop, how could he convince you to stop when he didn’t want you to? you ignored his words and kept going, the idea of getting caught causing wetness to gather inside your panties. “then you’ll have to keep quiet,” the moan that slipped from his lips made you rub your thighs together to ease some of the tension.

you freed his member from the confines of his pants and briefs, pulling them down just enough for you to have easy access to it, but not so much to make it too obvious. he was big; thick enough to stretch you out nicely. you hummed in approval, spitting in the palm of your hand, going to grab ahold of his cock and slowly start to pump him. jaemin threw his head back, eyebrows furrowed, eyes closed shut and mouth agape in a silent moan. “does it feel good baby?” he hummed quietly, not trusting his voice. he leaned his body closer to yours, chest against your side while his head rested on your shoulder. “so needy”, you mumbled mockingly, to which his hips bucked slightly.

jaemin felt in cloud 9 having your soft hand wrapped tightly around his sensitive dick. he knew all of this was wrong, but it felt so good. he opened his eyes enough to be able to see you work on his shaft. your thumb flicked against his slit as it spread the leaking precum from the tip to the base. he was trying his best to avoid letting out any sound, afraid of drawing unwanted attention.

you could feel he was getting close by the stuttering of his hips, desperately thrusting back against your fist. and, as much as you wanted to see his face while cumming, you weren’t going to let him just yet. you needed him and you needed him now, your slick arousal starting to run down your inner thighs. you’ve had enough.

your hand stopped its ministrations, making him whine softly at the loss of friction. moving to straddle his thighs, you threw your leg over his until you were comfortably sitting on his lap, skirt riding up from your new position. your thin arms snaked around his neck, one going to tangle in his hair and the other to caress his jaw. his hands positioned themselves instantly in your hips, holding onto you for dear life. his eyes nervously wandered over your shoulder, making sure nobody was paying attention to what you both were doing.

you pulled his chin to get him to look at you, eyes hooded and filled with lust. you looked so hot, face flushed a pretty tone of red, eyes sparkling with mischief. he knew he would be jacking off to the thought of you for the rest of the year, if not for the rest of his life.

his thoughts were interrupted, heavy lids almost closing once again and mind going blank, as he felt you roll your hips against his hard cock, which was standing tall in between your bodies. biting your lip, you leaned in to kiss his, feeling for the first time his plump, soft pink lips against yours. a moan escaped your mouth at the sweet taste of his tongue, fighting against your desperately as if he would never be able to savour you again.

rising from his lap slightly, you used one of your hands to position the tip of his cock against your entrance and the other to push your panties aside. a soft groan left jaemin’s lips as he felt the wetness of your core. as you were about to lower yourself on him, he stopped you, fingers digging against your sides. “i-i have never done anything like this with anyone.” if you were being honest, you found his nervous stutter quite endearing. “then let me ruin you.” that was all it took for him to give in to you.

you pumped him a few more times, making sure to completely coat his shaft with both of your arousals. as you lowered yourself on him, you pulled him in for a heated kiss, swallowing his sounds of pleasure. when you had finally engulfed the entirety of his cock, you began moving your hips in circular motions, waiting for the both of you to get used to the feeling. the friction made him pull you closer, face buried in the crook of your neck while small whimpers left his lips, going straight to your core. your walls clenched around him tightly, drawing a loud groan from his chest, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

you kept kissing him, swallowing his groans and moans. he felt so good filling you up with his hard cock, he fit perfectly inside of you, as if he was made just for you; like a puzzle piece. “you feel so good, baby, stretching me out, so so good,” you praised him sweetly, hand running through his soft locks.

jaemin seemed to be unable to get enough of you. he didn’t want this to end, he wanted to stay with you –preferably inside of you–, be able to feel you so close and know he is the one who is making you feel so good.

“wait, fuck,” he gasped trying to catch his breath, “wait, i’m g-gonna cum if you keep going.” it hadn’t been long, but he was already worked up since you started touching him earlier. “is that so? remember we’re not using a condom, baby. if you cum inside me i could get pregnant.” you hummed, trying to get a reaction to your words out of him. and you got it as a higher pitched moan fell from his lips, feeling his grip on your waist tighten.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, huh?” you quirked an eyebrow, smirking to yourself when you felt him twitch inside of you. “yes”, he whimpered, vision blurred, the pleasure overpowering the fear of being caught. he found himself enjoying the thrill more than he should, almost embarrassed with how easily you could make him lose all his self-control. he knew you were playing with his mind, pushing him just enough to make him risk everything; his reputation, his image. exactly how you managed to get him to lose his innocence.

“what a filthy little boy, who would have guessed perfect student na jaemin was so much of a slut”, you whispered in his ear while raking your nails down his chest. jaemin could only buck his hips to meet yours, desperate to feel more, thighs burning from the effort. he was getting restless, unable to keep quiet as moans rolled off of his tongue with every roll of your hips. your mouth attached itself to his neck, biting harshly to leave pretty red marks that were soon to become purple. the sound of pages turning and typing on the library’s computers reminding you of where you were.

“please, i’m so close,” he didn’t even know what he was pleading for anymore, the only thing he knew was that he needed you, all of you, in every way possible; in every way you were willing to let him have you. “wanna cum inside my tight little pussy, baby? wanna fill me up with your hot cum and put your baby inside of me?” with glassy eyes and hot tears threatening to fall down his crimson cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure which was almost making him dizzy, he let out a string of ‘yes, yes, yes’. his hands clutched your hips to bring you closer, digging his nails on the flesh and leaving crescent moon shaped marks. a moan slipped from your lips, only increasing his desperation.

you picked up your pace, your naked thighs slapping lightly against his clothed ones. the both of you could hear the wet mewls your cunt made every time you lowered yourself on him until he was balls deep inside of you. his hips raised to meet yours, hitting your most sensitive spot with the tip of his cock, as he tried to match your fast rhythm.

jaemin didn’t know what to do with himself. he knew he had to be quiet or else someone was going to realize what was going on, but he physically couldn’t hold the sounds in. in fact, he could almost taste the faint taste of copper from biting too harshly on the flesh of his lips. on the other hand, you didn’t seem to have as much trouble to keep your cool, as only a couple of sighs of pleasure left your lips from time to time. little did jaemin know you were struggling to keep your mouth shut. every thrust of his hips causing him to hit deeper, the fucked out look in his face motivating you to go faster.

though you weren’t as close to cumming as he was, you knew this was his first time and it seemed like he was about to combust. it wouldn’t be so nice of you to make him wait longer, would it? “cum for me baby boy,” and that’s all it took for jaemin to reach his high, hips stuttering and hands trembling. feeling his seed paint your velvet walls, your hand went down your body to find your clit, starting to rub circles against your sensitive bud. a wave of pleasure shot through your body and made your hips jerk roughly against him. the sob jaemin let out went straight to your core making your climax approach faster than you would have thought.

taking advantage of the slippery mess he had made of the both of you, you slid up and down on him faster and with more strength. jaemin, seeing as you weren’t going to stop anytime soon, started growing impatient. “t-to much, p–ah, please, it’s too much”, but you didn’t stop, gripping his strong arms and grinding harder against him. “no, no, please, it hurts” he cried out desperately, begging you to stop bouncing on his oversensitive cock. you shook your head and pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt. you smacked your mouths together, diving in for another sloppy kiss that had jaemin weak on the knees and a moaning mess.

when you tore away from him, jaemin brought his fist to his face and bit it hard, trying equally as hard to control himself. his second orgasm of the day was coming closer and oh was it going to be strong. when it finally happened, his eyes rolled to the back, head dropping back. that was the last straw as you felt yourself coming, walls tightening and clenching around him to milk him dry, the movements of your hand becoming sloppy. he felt light-headed, slightly blacking out for a few seconds until he managed to recover his consciousness.

using his shoulders to help yourself off of him, you let him slip out of you. jaemin winced from the oversensitivity, hands quickly tucking himself inside his pants. as you fixed your ruined panties and messy hair, properly tidying up your clothes, you once again threw your bag over your shoulder. he eyed you with a disoriented look in his face, confused as to what you were doing.

he saw you turn around on your heels before walking out of the library, only your panties preventing his cum from running down your thighs. you left him there, without a single word, not even spared him a glance. you walked away from him as if you didn’t just fuck the life out of him, as if he hadn’t just gifted you his virginity, or more like as if you hadn’t just stolen it. as if all the kisses you shared and loving pet names you used on him meant nothing.

and the worst part of it all was the pang of hurt jaemin felt in his heart when realization fell down on him like a bucket of cold water.

to you, that moment meant nothing. because to you, he didn’t mean anything.

–lia:)

✨OPEN CURTAINS PART II – h.r.j.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – huang renjun x female!reader

genre – fluff, smut | non-idol!au, neighbours!au

warnings – voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, fingering, penetration, protected sex

word count – 3.150 words

summary – after being caught jerking off to his neighbour, things only got better for renjun.

note – writing this was so frkng difficult and i’m still not completely convinced, but i hope it lives up to your expectations, tho! i’m sorry if it doesn’t :’) but i tried my best. also, i finished it earlier than i thought lol. enjoy and now, just you wait for part iii soon!

taglist – @junguwuuu​ , @prvncejxon​

part i ; part 2 ; part 3

to say that renjun was mortified was an understatement.

after the incident of you catching him red-handed, he started avoiding you like the plague. he even started keeping his bedroom curtains closed, afraid of being seen inside and you deciding to confront him about it.

the poor boy couldn’t even sleep properly. he kept waking up almost every night with sweat coating his forehead, dark hair sticking to it, while heavy breaths filled the room.

the times when renjun was lucky, the cause of his insomnia was a wet dream, in which the both of you did everything but innocent things. every time it happened, he woke up in the middle of the night or early in the morning with a painful boner, precum staining the crotch of his boxers. either way, it always ended up with his hand down his pants, desperate for some kind of relief. never, not even during his teenage years, had he experienced so many wet dreams in such a short amount of time.

though when he wasn’t, nightmares tormented his slumber, messing up his sleep schedule even more. he was terrified of the idea of facing you after what happened, as he expected you to think the worse out of him. and to be fair, you had every reason to.

the sleepless nights he spent turning and rolling around in his bed plus the time he spent studying and working on his school assignments had deep dark circles forming under his eyes. it also had become part of renjun’s routine to fall asleep on his desk at school, too tired to pay attention to what was happening during class. and he was getting out of excuses for his exhausted state.

you were driving him crazy and he didn’t know how much time he was going to last until he broke down.

~.~.~.~

the day renjun most dreaded eventually came when he accidentally bumped into you while going to the nearby store.

it was supposed to be a quick and easy task. he just needed to buy some groceries his mother needed to make dinner later that day and the only person he would be required to talk to was the cashier. so he thought he was safe. that’s why, for the first time after the incident –as he had named it–, he decided to go out of his house for other than school and take a break from everything.

“ouch,” renjun didn’t look up at first, so he didn’t notice it was you who he had bumped into, his attention focused on the place where his arm was hit. “i’m sorry, i wasn’t paying attention,” he mumbled, ready to continue his path to the store.

“it’s fine, i noticed,” he froze in his spot as realization fell on him that it was you, the last person he wanted to see. his head shot up, eyes wide in panic and breath turning uneven as his mind raced with thoughts of how to get away from you as fast as he could.

maybe he should go back to china, after all, change his name and erase all traces of ever being alive.

“renjun, right? your name is huang renjun?” you slightly tilted your head and renjun thought he had never seen someone look so effortlessly pretty, his heart felt like it was about to combust. curiosity about your good looking neighbour –who you’ve been wanting to get to know so bad for a while– grew inside of you as you observed him nervously moving around. and had to admit you were especially intrigued after seeing him so unashamedly touching himself with his eyes locked on your body.

a completely different side of him from what you were currently seeing.

gathering the little courage he could find within his body, he spoke up, “uhm, yeah… i guess that’s me?” the sound of his awkward laugh made a smile form on your face.

“so…” renjun awkwardly scratched the back of his head, “i’m sorry for, you know… snooping around and nutting off to you like that, you know, a few days ago.” his hands started getting clammy as he felt his body heat up. “i know it wasn’t nice of me and it was so wrong… i just…” you almost let out a small chuckle at his flustered state.

as he stopped talking and just stared ashamedly at the floor, you decided to tease him just a little bit. “you just…?” you raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response before continuing, “you just happened to have your hand on your dick while looking out of your window the moment i caught you?” you jokingly questioned.

when his eyes opened wide with shock and the tip of his ears turned red out of pure embarrassment, you knew you’d hit the right button.

“fuck, i-i’m really freaking sorry, alright?” his hands came up to cover his face, voice wavering. “i don’t know what else to tell you or how to make it up to you?” he spoke quietly, unsure of what he was saying. your smaller hands took his out of his face, forcing him to look at you once again.

“oh, don’t worry about it, renjun,” you took a step closer without letting go of his hands, your chests almost touching, “you’ll have an opportunity to show me how sorry you are and make it up to me.” with a breathy whisper in his ear, you let go of him, turned around and walked away.

renjun stood there, dumbfounded, not knowing at all how to react.

you were so confusing to him. always so mysterious, staying locked inside your room instead of going out with your friends –and he knew for a fact you had quite a lot–. he had never seen you bring people to your house, let alone your room. he could tell you weren’t exactly shy, but more on the quiet side. you liked keeping to yourself and being a spectator rather than the main character, but either way, you were captivating. so much so that you didn’t need to be in the spotlight to be the center of attention.

since the first time he laid eyes on you when your family was moving in next door, he couldn’t take them away. it was like an invisible force pulled him towards you, making him want to get closer.

but you were out of his reach. and out of his league.

he could never catch up to you after class ended, as you always left as soon as your teacher bid goodbye. so he rarely got to see you due to being in different classrooms and hanging out with different friend groups.

that frustrated renjun to no end.

it felt like the universe just didn’t want you two to happen. like it despised the idea of something sparking between you. like it wanted you apart and as far away as possible.

that’s one of the reasons why he ended giving up on trying to get to know you. apart of you apparently not being interested in him anyway.

~.~.~.~

the one day renjun decided to open his curtains to let natural light and fresh air in, you happened to be at home. just like the first time. he felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as this was the first time in a while he was looking past his window and into your room.

through the also open curtains, he could see you, looking prettier than ever. your hair was messy as if you had just woken up from a nap. your oversized clothes made you look even smaller than you were. biting back a smile, renjun thought about how you would look like wearing his clothes. he was a few inches taller than you, so one of his shirts would probably fit you like a short dress.

he was scared of how much he had been thinking of you lately, especially of the way his heart fluttered against his chest whenever he did. the two of you hadn’t even held a proper conversation, he knew how slim the possibility of something happening with you was and yet he was crushing on you.

renjun didn’t notice he had been staring until he felt your intense gaze burning back at him. his eyes moved away from you as heat rose to colour his cheeks, tongue poking the inside of it. his hand ran through his hair, softly messing it up, to distract himself and prevent him from looking back at you.

he had been caught staring by you, again.

renjun tried to control himself, nails biting into the skin of his palm. he knew you were watching his every move the exact same way he was watching you. you had already confronted him one time about it and it was pretty awkward. he didn’t want to go through something similar again.

once was enough.

his eyes darted back towards you when you moved, successfully getting his attention back to you. neither of you broke eye contact as you positioned yourself so he could see you perfectly from where he was standing up. you laid on your bed, back pressed against your mattress as your head sunk into your pillows. he gasped when your legs opened, allowing him to look at both your face and hand as it slid down to the crotch of the leggings you were wearing, lightly rubbing your clothed bundle of nerves. 

renjun forced himself to stay still and not give in so easily. his jaw clenched tightly as ragged breaths filled his room. he could feel his hardening member throb from the confines of his pants.

he wasn’t sure if you were just testing him, trying to see how much you could push him until he finally snapped, or if you were making a move on him, putting on a show to hint your interest.

and he was scared he was mistakenly reading your signs.

he knew he couldn’t afford fucking up his nearly non-existing chance of getting closer.

tugging your pants down your legs, you threw the cloth next to your bed. the revelation of you lacy panties made a groan fall from his lips, his own hand betraying him and making its way to the tent forming in his pants. fingers squeezing his bulge, he chewed on his lip.

you had him just where you wanted him, hot and bothered, hand rubbing himself through his clothes. he looked so good and you couldn’t wait to see him cumming again. truth is you couldn’t stop thinking about the fucked out state he was in a couple of days ago since he left you to get yourself off to the memory of the sinful things he had done.

you pushed the cloth aside, too eager to touch yourself to properly undress. gently massaging your folds to spread your slick arousal, you sighed in content. you would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the way renjun was eyeing you hungrily, hands aching to touch you.

seeing your parted lips, red and swollen from biting into them, he wished he was able to hear you and listen to the sound of your moans and whimpers. all of the times he had fantasized about it flashed before his eyes as he tried to pretend they were coming from you.

“f–fuck,” mouth agape as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, hand sliding up and down faster when he saw your lips move into what seemed to be a moan of his name.

he hoped he was right and you were actually calling out his name while touching yourself.

soon enough, your fingers were plunging themselves as deep as they could go inside your pulsating core; renjun’s hips fucking his fist as fast as his body allowed him. loud moans and groans filled both of your rooms, neither of you bothering to keep quiet inside your empty homes.

both your orgasms came faster than you thought, thighs shaking as you both threw your heads back, crying out each other's names. renjun shot his load, his seed dripping down his hand, eyes focused on you as your walls clenched around your fingers, juices running down and staining your bedsheets.

your chests heaved with every pant you let out as you tried to control your uneven breathing, neither of you moving a muscle as you stared into each other's eyes.

~.~.~.~

the second time renjun got to see you put on a private show for him was slightly different. 

this time, you weren’t exactly alone.

bitterness filled renjun’s body as he saw a guy, who he thinks looks an awful lot like one of his classmates, entering your room, hands intertwined with yours. his mouth fell agape when you closed your door and made your way towards the guy, who was sitting on the edge of your bed. he saw you straddle him, hands going to his cheeks before leaning in for a kiss.

renjun couldn’t see the guy, as his back was facing the window, but he didn’t need to, he could tell where his hands had travelled and it made him feel sick to the stomach. he didn’t like one bit of it, standing there by his window with a clenched jaw.

he wanted to be the one there with you, sitting on your bed with you perched on his lap while the two of you kissed. he wanted to run his hands along your body, softly caressing your sides. hold your smaller hands in his bigger ones, comparing them and laughing happily at the difference. tell you how beautiful you were and how he thought you were a work of art that blessed his eyes every time he looked at you.

it hurt his heart to see you with someone else that wasn’t him, but at the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to look away. not with the way your eyes had wandered out of your window until they locked with his. he was about to yeet himself out of this world, hand reaching to close his curtains until you smiled at him.

you just smiled. at him. after catching him staring, again. while you were with another guy.

renjun stood frozen, hand mid-air, not knowing, again, what to do with himself. seeming to notice his internal conflict, you resolved you could be a nice neighbour and put on a show, just for his eyes to witness.

it was like a switch had been flipped inside of you.

he saw how your expression changed and he didn’t know if he should have been afraid.

with one of your hands, you pushed daehyun’s chest –the guy you were with– so he was laying down. the new position was perfect for renjun to see everything; he could see your hands pressed against his chest, hips hovering over his and hair covering your pretty face.

he tried to ignore the way the guy’s hands explored your body, feeling every part of you.

without breaking eye contact with renjun, you pulled daehyun by the collar and connected, once again, your lips. he propped himself in a more comfortable position, resting on his forearms. you pressed yourself down on him, rutting against his groin and earning a groan.

the bulge in renjun’s pants was getting more noticeable as time passed, but this time he didn’t restrain himself from touching himself.

two could play this game.

clothes flew all around the room as you both undressed. you pushed daehyun so he was laying on the bed. after rolling a condom on his shaft, you straddled him again, his hands coming to rest on your hips and help you grind on his length pressed against his stomach. a sigh fell from your lips as his hip bone came in contact with your sensitive clit.

with one of your hands holding onto his shoulder, you positioned yourself right above his dick. and as much as renjun despised the idea of someone else being so intimate with you, he was still curious about how you looked like when being pleasured. he wanted to see how your face contorted in ecstasy when cumming undone.

as he saw the guy’s cock ease into you, he tried to ignore the burning feeling in his throat.

lower lip caught between your teeth to prevent blurting out renjun’s name instead of daehyun’s, you couldn’t help yourself but imagine him instead of the man currently thrusting up into you.

you wanted him, not daehyun. as hot as you thought the latter was, something in the way renjun looked at you as his hand moved, trying to replicate the rhythm of your hips, turned you on to no end. you wished you were gripping into renjun’s shoulders instead, tugging at his hair, while he pounded into you and his fingers played with your clit.

and oh, how he wished he was that asshole.

definitely, you behaving so dirty under his intense gaze without a trace of shame, eyes never leaving him instead of looking at the guy you were with, was such a turn on for him. it made him think that, hopefully, you craved him just as much as he craved you.

daehyun kept ramming into you, both hands resting against the mattress and leaving your clit unattended. you internally scoffed, reaching out to get the job done by yourself. renjun seemed to understand your upset state as he visibly scowled, glaring at daehyun.

the asshole was only focused on chasing after his own orgasm, without thinking the smallest bit of the beautiful girl sitting on top of him.

renjun huffed angrily, he surely could treat you better. he would prioritize your pleasure before his, stay hard for a whole day without complaining if it meant he could make you feel good.

if only he could take care of you just how you deserve.

he could sense the change in your demeanour as soon as your fingers got to work, and he took a mental note to treasure this piece of information and make good use of it if he ever got the chance.

soon, the tightening knot in your lower tummy snapped and just like that you were cumming, squeezing around daehyun as he groaned, thrusting harder. your eyes closed, head tilting to the side and hands gripping the sheets while sloppily grinding down on him.

“so pretty, fuck,” renjun’s hips stuttered while his hot seed dripped down to stain his pants, a guttural groan leaving his chest. 

and yet another pair of pants ruined.

but he wouldn’t mind dirtying more if it was because of you.

he reached for some tissues from his nightstand as he looked away, sudenly feeling ashamed.

renjun usually prided himself on thinking objectively before acting, but he was aware that letting all this happen wasn’t one of his wisest decisions.

or was it?

–lia:)

✨ADRENALINE RUSH PART II – n.j.m.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – na jaemin x female!reader

genre – fluff, smut, angst | non-idol!au, school!au

warnings – good boy!soft dom!jaemin, bad girl!reader, heartbreak, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap your willies), creampie, dirty talk, pet names

word count – 4.731 words

summary – after leaving jaemin alone in the school’s library, there wasn’t only one heart broken.

note – it’s finally here! i hope it isn’t too bad, though, i don’t think i’m too good at writing stuff like this lmao. either way, enjoy! also, the gif isn’t mine, i found it on google, so credit to its owner! 

taglist – @junguwuuu , @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername, @carelessshootanonymous 

part i ; part ii

the next few days after you left jaemin all alone in the school’s library, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him.

you weren’t supposed to feel guilty, after all, that’s what you usually did; hookup with guys you found attractive and then never reach out for them again, pretending to not know them. and you have never had a problem with it before, you never got attached and they were aware of your reputation, so they knew what they were getting into.

but for some reason, jaemin was… different.

you weren’t really sure why, but something about him just made you feel things, things you have never felt with anyone else. you have never felt so good with any of the guys you had hooked up with. and by that, you didn’t only mean how good his touch felt on you, but also the sweet way he reacted to your loving pet names and caresses. 

your heartless attitude only earned you what you had never thought you, a self-proclaimed cold-hearted bad girl would ever experience. 

heartbreak.

now, jaemin tried everything to avoid you. he got out of his way so you wouldn’t bump into each other, leaving class as fast as humanly possible just so you wouldn’t be able to approach him.  though he doubted you would ever get near him again, so he was actually doing you a favour, right?

after all, why else would you have left the way you did after your little rendezvous?

every time you happened to be in a room he had just stepped into, he turned around and left without giving you a second glance, face expressionless. but even when he tried to act tough in front of everyone else, you could see the pain in his eyes and it was slowly killing you. 

truth is, you felt like a complete jerk.

scratch that, you knew you were.

but how could you comprehend the effect your actions had on jaemin if you didn’t even care?

as he had realized when you decided to walk away from him that awful day in the library, he meant nothing to you. and even though it hurt him to no end, that’s how life is.

cruel.

his friends knew something had happened to him. they could see how the usual spark in jaemin’s eyes was completely gone after you two got together to work on your genetics project. he usually kept to himself, which wasn’t really out of the ordinary coming from him, but lately he barely talked, only answering with monosyllables. he stopped taking part in their conversations, not even intervening when renjun and donghyuck’s bickering got out of hand.

“hey, nana, are you coming to chenle’s place later today? we’ll probably stay over and play games in his huge ass tv.” jeno’s cheerful voice made jaemin look up from his untouched lunch. he just nodded slightly before looking back down to his food.

he didn’t feel like talking or hanging out with anyone, but noticing the worried expression that had replaced jeno’s usual bright smile, he tried to put on his best smile. “sure,” he tried to reassure him. jeno didn’t seem so convinced, though he didn’t say anything about it.

his friends also noticed how he seemed to disappear whenever you were nearby, which confirmed their suspicions of something happening between you two. he usually took his time to get ready for his next class and was fairly organized, but from that day on, he didn’t even try, throwing all his belongings inside his back before rushing out of the door. 

they were determined to find out what had happened with you to make jaemin stop being his usual self. the only problem was, how were they going to get it out of him?

~.~.~.~

“hyuck, go open the door, it must be jaemin.” jaemin could hear renjun’s voice yell from somewhere inside the house.

“ugh, you’re so annoying,” donghyuck rolled his eyes as he opened the door before going back upstairs to what he assumed was chenle’s room.

“dang, not even a hello,” shaking his head in disapproval, jaemin made his way inside, closing the door after himself.

noise –or more like screams– could be heard coming from upstairs as his friends were most likely already playing some game. he walked towards the kitchen where he found renjun and jeno preparing sandwiches and other snacks for all of them. when they saw jaemin walking in, they stopped what they were doing to look at him.

“hey, you came,” renjun smiled, happy to see his friend coming out of his newfound shell. just like the other guys, he was concerned about his sudden change of demeanor. he honestly missed his presence and dumb comments. not that he would ever tell him, though.

“can you help us with the drinks please?” jeno asked, hands full of snacks. 

jaemin just nodded his head before taking six cups to fill with any drink he could find in chenle’s fridge. after they had emptied half of the cabinets, the three boys made their way to his friend’s bedroom in silence.

none of them knew what to say, or more like how to say it. renjun and jeno were dying to ask jaemin what was going on, why did he decide to stop hanging out as much with them, if they were right about you being involved in whatever happened. and jaemin could tell. he wasn’t blind to not notice the weird looks they constantly threw at each other, the way they quieted down every time he approached them. but he didn’t want to admit the mistake he had made. he couldn’t look them in the face after spoiling all their efforts to prevent this very situation from happening.

what would they think of him?

he was supposed to be the cautious one of them all, the one who wouldn’t get fooled so easily, the responsible one. but even if he knew for a fact you didn’t have good intentions, he still let himself fall and ended up hurt. how could he take care of his friends if he couldn’t even take care of himself. 

“what took you so long?” jisung asked once they made it to their destination, snatching a few bags of chips from renjun’s arms.

“next time you’ll go get food, then,” the older boy clicked his tongue in annoyance, going to sit next to chenle on the bed.

nobody was surprised when jaemin sat by himself in a corner of the room, quietly staring at the floor. he didn’t even try to take part in their conversations, just nodding from time to time to assure them he was still listening. no one knew how to approach the situation, so chenle, tired of the weird ambiance the group of boys had been engulfed in for some time now, decided to take the initiative.

“what’s going on, jaemin? why can’t you tell us?” jaemin felt cold, mouth ajar in shock. he wasn’t expecting the topic to be brought up so soon and neither chenle to be the first one to confront him about it. “don’t even try to deny something’s up, we’re not dumb.”  

“we want to help you, but we can’t do anything if you don’t trust us enough to tell us.”

and in that moment, jaemin finally broke.

“i fucked up,” his voice cracked, tears welling in his eyes, making his vision blurry.

“what? what do you mean?” donghyuck intervened. he wasn’t one to usually show concern but seeing his friend so distressed made his heart hurt.

“i hooked up with y/n that day we were supposed to work on our project.” 

“we t-.”

“i know, alright! i know it was a mistake and i shouldn’t have let it happen, but now i don’t know what to do,” jaemin thought that venting to someone else about what happened would maybe make him feel better, but it didn’t, if something it actually made him feel worse. he was sure his friends though he was the biggest idiot in the whole world.

“shh, it’s okay, come here,” jeno opened his arms for jaemin, so the broken boy hugged him tightly, hiding the pained expression on his face in the elder’s shoulder.

“i don’t get it, how did this all happen?” a confused jisung asked, not understanding how the hell a simple project in pairs ended up in a hookup.

“i told her to meet me at the library so we wouldn’t be alone. i thought nothing could happen because there would be a lot of people around us, but things didn’t work out the way i thought they would,” and as jaemin told them the whole story, they couldn’t help but pity their friend.

“i thought maybe this time it would be different, you know? she talked to me as if she cared about me,” the dry chuckle he let out made the boys feel uneasy, “and i believed it.”

none of them doubted jaemin had at least a crush on you. yeah, sure, what you did was certainly not nice, but you weren’t together in any way. And that’s how hookups work, right? you fuck and then you leave. no feelings attached.

right?

“so you like her?” renjun asked, although it sounded more like a statement. 

“i think i do.”

~.~.~.~

as much anxiety the thought of having to face you again sparked in jaemin, you both still needed to finish the project and you only had two days left. even if he didn’t feel ready to talk to you yet –though he doubted he would ever be–, he had to man up for the sake of his grades.

seeing as his strategy of working on it in a crowded place didn’t work, there wasn’t another option but to section the project and get it done each on its own.

so that’s what he intended when he waited for you in your locker, practicing his next move over and over again. the only thought in his head was getting out of the situation as soon as he could to avoid any kind of unnecessary interaction.

he was scared of his heart controlling his body and his actions rather than his head, as it would inevitably end in him falling for you once again and only more pain. it would be the perfect formula for yet another heartbreak.

and you were completely shocked when you saw him standing next to your locker, apparently waiting for you. 

“you can finish the first half, i’ll do what’s left,” his eyes stayed trained on the floor as he spoke. he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of seeing him so affected, so as soon as the words left his mouth, he was on his way, trying to flee the scene before you could react. 

“jaemin, wait!” he stopped dead in his tracks, not bothering to turn around and look at you. “look, i-i’m really sor-.”

but he didn’t stay to hear the end of it.

he walked away just like you had done not even a week ago.

feeling a lump in your throat that made it harder for you to breathe, your heart shattered into tiny pieces you didn’t care to pick up as you stood frozen in place.

but yours wasn’t the only heart broken.

jaemin walked home with a heavy heart, eyes stinging from tears that threatened to run down his cheeks. his friends had warned him and yet there he was, sulking over you.

he felt like a fool. how could he have fallen into your trap? he knew the type of girl you were; a heartbreaker, a player, the bad girl. but either way, his heart betrayed him, pumping furiously whenever you smiled at him, whenever you got close enough for him to inhale your sweet perfume and feel your minty breath fan over his face.

anger boiled in his veins, why did you have to play with him like that? what did he ever do wrong to deserve it? he had never bothered you, always staying in his lane and out of your way. he didn’t like confrontations so he stayed away from them, and being near you always included some kind of trouble.

but what hurt him the most was that he actually believed your sweet words, soft touches and loving kisses meant something. that he was stupid enough to think they meant the same to you as to him.

as you watched his figure disappear in the distance, you realized you had fucked up big time and you weren’t sure there was any way you could fix it.

~.~.~.~

the very next day you found yourself walking as fast as your legs allowed you around the campus to find jaemin. you probably looked like you had gone crazy to everyone you walked past, hair messy and tired face. you pulled an all-nighter the night before, determined to finish your part of the project. you really weren’t that interested in your grade. actually, your only motivation was finding an excuse to talk to him.

half an hour later, you still hadn’t been able to find jaemin. you were utterly and completely frustrated, it felt like you had just wasted your time. but just as you were about to give up on your search, you found him.

he was walking down the hallway towards the opposite direction and away from you. you could only see the back of his head, but you could tell he wasn’t looking ahead but at the floor, like he had been doing ever since that day. your feet started moving on their own, directing you to him. 

“jaemin, please, listen to me,” your fingers wrapped themselves around his wrist in an attempt to make him stay. he didn’t want to turn around, he didn’t want to see you or be anywhere near you.

the memory of you leaving the library after using him for your own pleasure hunted him. it may sound dramatic, but jaemin was tired of the pain you brought him. he hated the way your voice still made him feel all giddy and warm inside, he wanted to forget you for good and go on with his life as it was before.

“why should i?”

“because i want to apologize, just hear me out for a second,” you pleaded, not being able to find one good reason for him to stay.

“why would you even be sorry, anyway? you’ve never cared about others, why now and why me?” a bitter, full of hurt chuckle left his lips, eyes rolling in irony. his words felt like a punch to the stomach, the cold tone of his voice making your heart crack.

he was right, you had never cared about anyone else but yourself.

the cold-hearted behaviour jaemin witnessed in that library was what got you your infamous reputation at school; you did whatever you needed to do without looking back to see how it affected others.

that’s why it hurt so much now that you also cared about him.

“because you’re different,” you whispered, eyes closed in distress and white knuckles from how hard you were clenching your fists.

“w-what do you mean? stop playing around, i’m tired of getting hurt.”

“jaemin,” your expression softened, voice coming out in a sigh and helping him relax a little. “i’m not playing with you,” you took a deep breath before proceeding to spill your guts.

“i know i made a huge mistake acting the way i did, and when i say i’m sorry i really, truly mean it. i’m aware that the wound has already been done, but it makes my heart feel heavy to see you avoiding me. it’s selfish, i know, but i don’t want you to be away from me. i-i’m not sure what these feelings are or where they came from, the only thing i know is that i don’t want them to go away.”

what in the world was happening?

“i think i like you, na jaemin.”

“you like… m-me?” confusion was written all over his face, he couldn’t tell if you were being honest or not.

“yes, i like you, and if you’d give me a second opportunity i promise i’d make it worth it.”

and as much pain you had been causing him for the last few days, he couldn’t contain the butterflies that erupted in the pit of his stomach when he saw the sincerity your eyes held. 

his body moved without him realizing, walking towards you until he could smell your sweet scent. you didn’t back down, staying still with eyes locked in his even when you were sure he could hear the crazy beating of your heart. you hoped he believed you, but even if he didn’t, you were determined to prove it to him, regardless of the price. 

a surprised gasp fell from your lips when he leaned in with eyes closed, lips locking in a mind-blowing kiss. he tasted the same as last time, but the moment felt different. this kiss was less rushed, filled with strong feelings that you hoped were reciprocated.

had he accepted your apology and was willing to take you back after all you had done?

“does this mea-,” you broke away from the kiss to ask, but he cut you off quickly before going back to attack your mouth.

“i like you too,” your heart felt like it was about to explode, something you had never felt before.  

your arms snaked around his neck as his hands positioned themselves on the small of your back, both trying to bring the other closer. your fingers went to his soft, fluffy hair to tug on it and jaemin groaned into your mouth. 

for a moment, both of you forgot you were still in school’s grounds and anyone walking to their locker or next class could find you, but at that moment, nothing mattered.

his body felt like it was on fire, the burn almost addictive as he unconsciously pressed his hips into yours, letting you feel his growing boner. he was so into the kiss he didn’t notice at first how his body was reacting to your closeness, your scent filling his senses and plump lips moving against his. but when you responded with a roll of your hips, he gasped in surprise.

“come on, baby,” his heart pumped harder as you intertwined your fingers with his and dragged him to the teacher’s bathroom. after making sure no one was nearby, you got in and locked yourselves inside. you didn’t waste any time smashing your lips together, the kiss eventually turning rougher and full of lust.

when jaemin’s back touched the wall, he broke away from the kiss to regain his breath. 

he wasn’t a resentful person, but he was determined to give you a taste of your own medicine. you were going to regret what you had done.

oh, sweet revenge.

the tables turned as he pushed you against the wall, pressing his body flush into yours. a surprised moan left your lips, hands going to his chest in a failed attempt of pushing him away and re-establishing your dominance.

“no, it’s my turn,” the new found confidence that was taking over his body made jaemin feel great. you were wordless because of the sudden change of attitude so he took the opportunity to pin both of your wrists above your head with only one of his hands and with the other, he grabbed your thigh and lifted it, holding it to his hip. with a roll of his hips, his hard cock grinded against your clothed core in such a way your legs almost buckled.

“look at you now, where did the mean girl attitude go?” 

you could only moan, already feeling your damp panties stick to your folds uncomfortably, and he smirked at your lack of response. you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you and now knew how desperate jaemin must have felt that day at the library with all your teasing.

“what do you want? tell me baby,” when you tried to free yourself from his grip, he tsked, only tightening it more. “i’m not letting you go, so stop being a brat. i asked you a question, tell me what you want.”

jaemin was enjoying every single second of having you so under his control. you had pegged him as someone who liked being dominated, but apparently you were wrong. by the looks of it, he was having the time of his life, not even caring about how long it's been since everything started, engraving in his brain every sound you made and the way your face contorted in pleasure when he pressed himself against you. he didn’t care about his reputation anymore either, after ruining you just the way you had done with him he would have had enough to make it worth it.

“i want to see you,” your hands twitched in his grip, fingers wanting nothing more than to tug on his shirt and undress him. last time you didn’t get to see him due to being in a public space, but now, locked inside the teacher’s bathroom, you could finally see him in his full glory. jaemin would normally feel shy about showing his body to someone else, especially a girl, but he couldn’t let his whole confident facade fall down, so he set you free, “unbutton it then, babygirl.”

you worked on unbuttoning his shirt as fast as you could and pussy clenched around nothing when you saw his toned abdomen and chest. he was stunning. your hands trailed down his body, caressing the soft skin, drinking in all the little details. in return, jaemin lifted yours above your chest to have easy access to your breasts. the hand that was previously holding you still now came to knead your soft boobs, groaning at the way your hips bucked against his cock.

“fuck me,” you managed to let out in a whimper.

“uhm, is that what you want?” you shook your head ‘yes’ as soon as the question came out of his mouth, eager to feel him inside once again. “then beg for it.” 

you weren’t used to being the one to beg and as much as you hated following orders, you were willing to swallow your dignity if it meant he was going to touch you just how you needed. 

“please, jaemin,” he shook his head, not satisfied by your response, “i’m so wet and it’s all just for you, i need you to fuck me, please” you felt your face heat up in embarrassment but you opted to ignore it. he hummed, letting go of your leg for a moment to slide your panties off your body and pull down his pants before gripping your thigh once again.

“your wish is my command,” you giggled at his cute antics, but the laughter soon got stuck in your throat when he slid his cock inside you. your eyes closed, head falling to the crook of his neck and hands gripping his biceps to hold yourself up, as jaemin groaned. you felt as tight as he could remember, but he still couldn’t get used to it. his legs trembled slightly as your walls squeezed around him, “f-fuck, still so tight.”

“move, please,” the stretch felt nice, but you needed more. and so he did as he was told, starting to slowly buck his hips into you before eventually building up a steady pace.

you felt so full with him snuggled deep inside of you, reaching places you didn’t know he could with the new position. his hips angled so he could hit your g-spot with every thrust, loud moans leaving your lips. 

“if you keep being loud we’ll get caught baby,” his teeth nibbled on the skin of your neck, mouth sucking softly as to not leave marks, “or maybe that’s what you want? for someone to catch us fucking in school property?” your moans got louder so jaemin put his hand over your lips to shush you.

“uhm, that’d make so much more sense as to why you suddenly decided to risk my reputation and fuck me in the library where anybody could have seen us just with a turn of their heads.” his words came out so bluntly your eyes widened, body convulsing against his and high getting closer.

“f-faster, please, fuck me faster,” he obliged, lifting your skirt so it hung just above your waist to uncover your lower half. his hips snapped rougher than before as his thumb played with your sensitive clit, pressing harshly and circling furiously on it.

“oh my god, jaemin!” your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth falling open as muffled moans fell from your lips. jaemin’s pace got sloppy as your walls clamped down on him. he was finding it hard to move, both from the strong grip of your pussy and his nearing orgasm.

“that’s it, baby, come for me,” and with a particular flick of his fingers you were cumming hard, juices running down the inside of your thighs. jaemin fucked you through your orgasm and followed soon after, thick cum filling you up nicely. heavy pants could be heard all over the room, fogging the bathroom’s mirror. 

after your breathing had evened, he pulled out and dropped your leg to let you stand up comfortably. neither of you made an effort to move away from the other, eyes staying locked in the other’s, sharing a last kiss before fixing your clothes as best as you could in the shortest period of time you could manage. you were most likely already running late for class so you didn’t have time to lose.

noticing the only piece of clothing you were missing were your panties, you started searching everywhere for it. you couldn’t get caught or else you would be in big trouble. two teenagers spending a considerable amount of time locked together in the teacher’s bathroom without the supervision of any adult wouldn’t look good to anyone.

at some point you began panicking, you couldn’t just leave your underwear in there, somebody was going to find it and you both would be fucked. for real this time.

“jaemin, have you seen my pant-.”

“your what?” you hadn’t noticed the big ass smirk jaemin was carrying as he looked at you, enjoying your misery. “my panties,” but that wasn’t the only thing you noticed, you could see the pink cloth hanging from his finger. 

“give them back,” you pouted cutely, making jaemin smile teasingly. “nope, now they’re mine,” he shoved the piece of clothing inside his pocket and left you to deal with his cum dripping down your legs by yourself.

“but it’s leaking, i can’t go out like this.”

you probably sounded like a whiny child throwing a tantrum, but you really needed your underwear back or else you wouldn’t be able to keep it all in. 

“you can and you will, sweetie,” jaemin smirked, taking your hand in his before opening the bathroom door to leave. you didn’t want to leave like that, so you leaned your whole weight back so he wouldn’t be able to pull you with him, but he managed. with a hard tug on your hand, he forced you out of the room and into his back.

just as you were mumbling about how strong he was, a voice made you both freeze in your spots.

“did you guys just leave the teacher’s bathroom? what the heck?” donghyuck gasped, mouth agape in shock. he couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing; na jaemin and y/l y/n, school’s good boy and bad girl, walking out of the teacher’s bathroom hand in hand. jaemin’s eyes opened wide in panic. someone –or more like the worst person who could have found you– caught you in a very compromising situation. the erratic beating of his heart made his body feel numb, cheeks flushing a deep tone of red.

he noticed jaemin’s messy hair, blushing cheeks and not properly buttoned shirt as well as your untucked one and skirt way too high up your legs that revealed a fair portion of your thighs.

and then it clicked.

donghyuck’s own eyes shot open as he connected the dots.

“oh my fucking god, you fucked in there.”

–lia:)

𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

 featuring nct dream’s ‘00 line

– a guide to the crushing abyss that is dating

summary: there are many fish in the sea but you never learned how to swim. also, sharks. a guide to the crushing abyss that is dating.

genre: nevertheless!themed, college!au, romance, and angst

playlist: teaser.

release date: coming soon!

– a guide to navigating the home life

summary: love, plastic, sharp knives and other harmful essentials. a guide to navigating the home life.

genre: college!au, neighbours!au, romance, and angst

playlist: TBA.

release date: coming soon!

– a guide to understanding the side effects of falling

summary: the side effects of falling in love: read carefully. a guide to understanding the side effects of falling.

genre: college!au, fratboy!haechan, romance, comedy, and angst

playlist: TBA.

release date: coming soon!

– a guide to the marvels of plot twists

summary: the way he says hello and then ignores you the whole day as you die inside (or as you die smiling). a guide to the marvels of plot twists.

genre: college!au, romance, and angst (more to be determined).

playlist: TBA.

release date: coming soon!

author’s note:

so here’s a way to pressure me into writing more. these are subjected to change btw (esp pics) but i’m pretty satisfied at the moment. teasers to come when i’ve made more progress but i’ve fleshed out the ideas for jaemin’s fic currently! i’m really excited about it ngl but the goal is like 10k+ for each fic so let’s see how it goes. also let me know what you think and which one you’re excited for!

candy! a miniseries featuring nct dream’s ‘00 liners + a collection of short oneshots.

huang renjun, lee jeno, lee donghyuck, and na jaemin are a couple of buds in their senior year of high school. not a single one of them is taken and all of them probably have questionable rizz. but that’s alright, because love is love and having good rizz does not correlate with scoring a romantic relationship. (that’s why all four of them were able to find a girlfriend by the summer after graduating.)

alternatively, just a bunch high school romance aus that i mourn because i wish i was a teenage girl again instead of a tired adult.

inspired by nct dream’s mini album, candy.

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— SIMPLIFY ROMANCE *̥ nct dream 00 line [series]

You can try to simplify romance— reduce it to a touch, call it odd attraction, a pull of a magnet... but what if you're in love?

Everyone's story is different. One starts with a last resort decision, another one sparks from a petty argument, while some find the one by a total accident and the most lucky ones find love in their best friend... What do all of the boys in those stories have in common? They're completely, utterly smitten with their special someone, and while some are more casual about it, some go above and beyond to impress the girl of their dreams.

Sprawled across the couch of Liu Yangyang’s basement, passing along bottles of beer and laughing to themselves, there’s a group of people enjoying their Friday evening. The low melody of the music playing in the background is loud enough to make you move your head to the beat of the drums, yet still quiet enough to not disturb the conversation going on as the friend group decides to play a round of every college student’s dream game– Truth or dare.

“Renjun! Truth or dare,” Yangyang perks up from his place, occupying the bean bag in the very corner of the room. 

“Truth,” the latter hums, too lazy to actually stand up from his place on the old, cigarette-smelling sofa in case of getting a dare that requires being active.

“What’s the most over the top thing you’ve done to get a girl?” 

The boy chuckles, rolling his eyes as his gaze drifts to the girl sitting on his right, the feeling of being exposed creeping up his cheeks in embarrassment; he wonders if he can play off his flushed cheeks as being too drunk and not at all flustered. Sighing, he shakes his head as he prepares to answer, already getting ready for the amount of teasing that will surely come next, knowing how his friends are, grabbing every possible opportunity to laugh at someone.

And while they all have every right to tease and poke fun at him for his love story, the knowledge that one day, they were just as down bad as he was back then brings him courage as he tells the truth; because as long as he’s aware, there are people in this circle who have acted way more dramatic than him in the process of getting the girl of their dreams to like them…

Everyone’s story is different, but you know what they all have in common? 

They’ve all been utter simps for a special someone before. 

✲ 01. blondes are done with fun — huang renjun.

a rumor has it that the popular couple in town broke up after years of being together. having to share your favorite seat in class with the male part of said relationship, you try to find out how to make your heartbroken project partner warm up to you— or— huang renjun goes blonde when he's sad.

journalism student! renjun x fem! journalism student! reader

genre. college au, acquaintances to lovers. fluff, comedy, angst, smut.

wc. 30k

✲ 02. take the stairs — na jaemin.

after having an unexpected guest witness the neverending quarrels with your roommate, na jaemin starts to practically live at your place— or— where yizhuo's flegmatic project partner starts to put a suspicious amout of effort into their assignment.

neurophysiology student! na jaemin x fem! literature student! reader

genre. college au, strangers to lovers. fluff, comedy, suggestive.

wc. 18k

✲ 03. dancing in my backseat — lee donghyuck.

there are only a few things in which men value their social status; one of them being the number of girls in their bed, the next one their rank in league of legends, and lastly, their cars— or— where you would never fuck a guy without a driver's licence.

film student! lee donghyuck x fem! film student! reader

genre. college au, acquaintances to lovers. fluff, comedy, suggestive.

wc. 24k

✲ 04. language of averted eyes — lee jeno.

an anonymous love confession appears on your university confession page one day and you drag your best friend along to help you find the person behind it— or— where lee jeno aimlessly pretends to look for an answer he already knows.

computer science student! lee jeno x fem! music student! reader

genre. college au, best friends to lovers. fluff, angst, comedy.

wc. tba! [est. 15k]

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moonlight cafe | m.list

pairing: nct 00 line x reader  genre: coffee shop au, bulleted au | fluff, some parts will include slight angst or suggestive content directions: read the preface, then choose which 00 line member you would like to read about!

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preface: In the heart of a large university stands a small coffee shop. The building is nestled between two dormitories, across the street is a park and the university’s library, creating the perfect environment for a student hotspot. Moonlight Cafe was founded by Moon Taeil and Lee Taeyong after they graduated from that very same university; during their student days, they were upset by the lack of good coffee places on campus, and decided to build a 24/7 coffee shop in the busiest intersection of the university.

Despite the coffee shop’s small size, inside lives a well-oiled morning crew that pumps out hundreds of cups of coffee just between the hours of 6 to 9am. Throughout the rest of the day, students, professors, and even people who have nothing to do with the university come into the cafe to try some of its delicious menu options, stare in awe at the great interior design, and live in the amazing ambience of the cafe. 

However, from the hours of 10pm to 5am, the coffee shop dwindles down in customers, only the most exhausted and desperate students coming in to order their 8-shot americanos and take advantage of the free wifi. Still, Taeil and Taeyong are determined to serve everyone a good cup of coffee at any time of day… or night. Which is why they hired you. Your experience in making coffee pleased Taeyong, and Taeil is sure that your personality fits in with the store. They hired you, gave you a short training session to make sure you’re ready, and then gave you the keys to the store for every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night.

You love your job and your bosses; it proves easier than you thought to manage a whole cafe for a night, and you’re a night owl anyway. It’s like your own special paradise: making coffee, studying in your free time, and getting to know your regulars, until a particular customer walks through the door one night….

… renjun is your customer | … jeno is your customer | … haechan is your customer | … jaemin is your customer | … yangyang is your customer

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Hot Sauce: Can You Handle It? (M)

Preview: 3000 follower request/Hot Sauce series continuation-

“Dude you won’t believe this. Guess who just figured out how Jeno’s paying for that nice apartment without daddy’s money. He’s fucking his step sister on stream for cash!” Renjun shouts on the three-way call with Jaemin and Haechan. Over excitement evident in how he can’t even wait for his friends to reply.

“What?!” Haechan and Jaemin respond in unison, jinxing each other before further questioning. Haechan clearing his throat- “Why do you think it’s them??”

“I kinda fucked her a couple times you know? I’d recognize that ass anywhere.” Renjun scoffs. Copying and pasting the onlyfans linked in the platforms description to his two friends.

“Jeno’s too.” Jaemin cringes, scurrying to get the link open. “Holy shit..it is them!”

Pairing: NCT Dream 00’line x female reader

Word Count: 12.5k+

Genre: Step Brother Jeno AU, Jeno-centric, PWP, less enemies/but still fucking, M/F, highly explicit smut, a bit dubious, mean Jeno™️

Warning: explicit language, obsessive/possessive behavior, sex work, some angst😅

Smut Warning: webcam sex, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, voyeur, masturbation, squirting, fingering, so much cum, subspace, slight somno, anal, blindfolds, gagging, spanking, pussy slapping, hair pulling, gangbang, it’s Hot Sauce…you know what’s up.

Intro | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Deeply Dip That

“Where are we gonna go?” You asks frantically. Worry etching your brows watching Jeno’s frazzled figure scattering about. Clothes tossed in the air and shoved into suitcases haphazardly in a rush. His father screaming until his face turned beat red in fury, shouting for him to leave his house, now.

Finger waving in anger adding- ‘and don’t fucking try to use any of those credit cards! I’m cutting you off!’

Blaring you with a stern look before turning away, muttering under his breath he’d let your mother deal with you. He stomps off, phone clutched to death in hand. Sounds of ringing as he called your mom up, exiting back to the garage.

“You don’t have a job Jeno…I don’t make enough to support us! I have to pay for tuition!” You anxiously follow him around. Tears threatening the backs of your eyes worrying over what your mom would end up doing to you. Would she kick you out too? What about Jeno??

Jeno halts abruptly, sending you crashing into his chest. His shoulders roll back, cracking his neck, eyes disappearing into slits. A firm hold on your shoulders keeping you in place before you stumble down to your ass.

“Why aren’t you packing? You’re wasting time.”

“What?! Jeno!” You slip out of his grip, creating a divide between your bodies. “I have to wait for my mom and see what she says! I can’t afford to mov…”

Jeno lifts his hand signifying for you to stop. His lips purse together, already flustered and upset after his dad yelled at him. Evident anger building up in the irritated pink speckles rising up his neck. Your pestering questions only fueling his emotions to sky-rocket faster.

“You aren’t going to leave with me then?” Jeno bites out scornfully. Tone laced in underlying thoughts he always puts aside for you. Prepared to berate himself for easily trusting you, again. Wondering if he’ll ever actually fucking understand what you want from him.

“I…I can’t Jeno..” you whine sorrowfully. Scratching your head, contemplating the most logical way to explain yourself. “It’s just tha…”

“No.” Jeno interrupts, stepping right up to your face. His breaths puffing across your forehead. Too close, using his size over you to intimidate you. As if he needed to try. “If you don’t leave with me now, I am done with you. You can’t keep fucking doing this to me.”

“Doing what?!” You ask, befuddled. Wrapping your arms around yourself. Jeno’s stare intense enough to leave your skin marred and hot. Painful to the touch under the power of his gaze.

“Don’t.” He grunts, annoyance clear. “I hate how you act stupid and get your way every time.”

“Jeno…” you snap, offended. “I’m not stupid.”

He glares at you, turning around to continue packing. Eyes locked on yours over his shoulder, snarling- “Only when you want to be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You persists, following after him. Picking up the items he tosses to the side. Helping to pack away his things despite the argument.

“Exactly what I said.” He doesn’t look at you. The mirror hung in his closet reflecting tense brows. His nose twitching, nostrils flaring, expressing things he won’t say out loud.

“…..Jeno..” you pause, lost in thought. Replaying the events, an echo in the back of your mind repeating his cut off words. A hopeful sad dream that may never come to be. Lost in the span of seconds, for once out of your control. “Earlier..”

Jeno’s eyes roll, zipping up one of his bags. Turning to face you with a nod to go on, spit it out already.

“Before your dad walked in..” your eyes flitter nervously. Sighing indignantly, you trudge on. Quietly hauling yourself to the finish line. If you didn’t ask, you’d never know. “Were you gonna say..anything?”

His brows lift, tongue sweeping between his lips. The mockery subsiding his steaming anger momentarily. Top rows of teeth shown as he scoffs out a laugh.

“Why don’t you say it?” Jeno challenges you. His arms crossing over his chest. Stepping forward pressing you to the wall. “What was I going to say? You think I’d still say it now? Now that I know..”

“What? Know what?”

Jeno’s teeth dig into his lower lip, glancing away. Mouth tweaking to the side, ignoring how much this actually bothers him. Ignoring how you always get under his skin. Crawling by each vein, sucking blood from time to time. Leaving him drained and hungry, prepared to fall to his knees at your command.

He turns back to you, the wheels in his head spinning so loud. You can practically hear each thought. See the way he dodges anything that could leave him vulnerable.

Jeno cups your face, rubbing thumbs across your warm cheeks. Taking you in like it may just be one of the last times. Every pronounced bone, from your brow to cheeks, the pout of your lips. The look of excitement, despair, and greed saved only for him. It could be so simple, but you never made it easy. “You wanted this, knowing damn well you’d sacrifice me. That’s not how it works, you know that right? You can’t just have me when it’s convenient.”

“That’s not true Jeno. I’m trying to be logical..” he doesn’t care. Stopping you with a palm splayed over your mouth. Trapping any rationalization you attempt. Head tilted, noting the panic blinking across your expression.

“Are you mine.” It’s not a question. It’s never a question. You suck a deep breath in as much as you can beneath his heavy hand. Wetness springing to the rims of your eyes under his cruel stare. You nod, wrapping a grip around his wrists. Appearing defined and dainty, but still too strong to break.

“That’s right. Now go pack a bag. I’ll send for the rest of your belongings later. We have to go.”

Was it smart? Did your gut instinct believe this was the best decision? Of course not.

You had to wonder how full of air your head had become. Sitting in the passenger seat of his car. Jeno snatching your phone away when your mom’s contact appeared. Shutting it off, insisting you could deal with her badgering later.

People do crazy things for love right? Your forehead taps the glass window. A fog of moisture from the cool night air giving your skin a slight slide on contact.

Is this love? Probably not. Losing Jeno once was miserable enough.

Who could have predicted you’d both grow tense with stress. Rent and bills were nothing either of you could handle on your own. Your mom cutting you off without hesitation, ‘disappointed but not surprised’.

“It’s been a month, after the down payment…we have about half of next month’s rent..” Jeno’s hair is a mess. T-shirt clinging to his body after his shift at the gym. His hand running through the greasy strands over and over, sat hunched at a dingy plastic kitchen table. Calculating numbers, anxious ridden trying to figure out how exactly you were going to be able to afford this. “Maybe I can…”

Jeno looks around, deep in thought, reaching for ideas. “Sell some stuff. Ask one of my friends to let me borrow some money..”

“I can.. try to pick up some more hours? Maybe look for a better paying job..”

“No.” Jeno grumbles. Forcing a smile on for your sake. “You need to focus on school. I’ll figure it out.”

He stands up, rubbing your arms up and down to soothe away any worry. Planting a reassuring kiss to your forehead. Eyebags more prominent these days after long hours spent back and forth between two jobs.

“You trust me right?” His cheeks round up, the backs of his teeth gritting together out of sight. The smile too perfect to come off genuine none the less. With a nod, you circle his waist. Rubbing down the tired muscles in his rigid exhausted back.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything for you. For us.”

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“Dude you won’t believe this. Guess who just figured out how Jeno’s paying for that nice apartment without daddy’s money. He’s fucking his step sister on stream for cash!” Renjun shouts on the three-way call with Jaemin and Haechan. Over excitement evident in how he can’t even wait for his friends to reply.

“What?!” Haechan and Jaemin respond in unison, jinxing each other before further questioning. Haechan clearing his throat- “Why do you think it’s them??”

“I kinda fucked her a couple times you know? I’d recognize that ass anywhere.” Renjun scoffs. Copying and pasting the onlyfans linked in the platforms description to his two friends.

“Jeno’s too.” Jaemin cringes, scurrying to get the link open. “Holy shit..it is them!”

Haechan clicks the link open on his laptop. Eyes large and widening as a preview video automatically plays. The three watching it play at different times. Masks covering the majority of both yours and Jeno’s faces to hide only your eyes and noses.

Jeno’s filming you, giving a real POV experience for the audience. Pretty sparkly eyes starring up in a blurred haze. Jeno’s thumb swiping cum off your chin, pushing past your swollen abused lips. Groaning behind the camera about how good his step-sister takes his cum.

“Dude. Holy shit.” Renjun exclaims. Heavy breathing passing through the phone, fixating on different shots of your body through Jeno’s vision. Arousal and hints of jealousy itching at the three men. Tongues lapping the roofs of their mouths, an audible swallow passing through the line as the video ends for one of them.

“That’s…I mean..” Jaemin huffs. Scrolling through the page in search of another video. “That..that was them right?”

“It has to be.”

“You saw that smile. Can picture that little whore with my eyes shut.”

“Fuck you have to pay to view more!” Jaemin shouts. Slapping his fist down annoyed, scoffing, only then realizing he should calm down. “I mean…woah they have a fuck ton of subscribers..”

Renjun pipes up, reading down the categories and lists of videos- “Wow they only made this account like three weeks ago. They’re so popular already? I mean…I’d pay. I guess.” He admits defeatedly.

“Should we?” Haechan pulls out his credit card. Flipping it back and forth between two fingers. “I mean..”

He hovers over the list of enticing video titles, reading them outloud.

‘Showering with my stepsis and fucking her in the ass.’

‘Big dick emo boy gets cockwarmed by step-sister while playing Overwatch.’

‘Lucky step-bro gets woken up by step-sis sucking cock.’

‘Bratty step-sis gets pussy destroyed by angry step-bro.’

‘Horny step-bro controls whores vibrating panties while in public.’

“They don’t have too much content yet. A lot for three weeks I guess. Lowest membership is $50 per month.” Haechan swallows. Quietly typing in his credit card number with one hand.

“Ah.. that’s a little out of my price range right now.” Renjun replies. Jaemin agreeing, whining about his dad bitching at him to get a part-time job. Some shit about ‘be a man, make your own money already.’

“Listen. I’ll handle it, sound good?” Haechan submits his information. Entering his fathers name to use the card they shared. Not as if he paid the bill anyway.

“You’re gonna let us watch too right?” Jaemin questions, lowering his tone to hide urgency.

“Yea, we can do some screen sharing.” Haechan laughs. Opening up a chatroom with his friends, Jeno’s recent missing in action suddenly explained.

“Oh man.” Renjun practically squeals. Rubbing his hands together, unsure if it’s from learning a secret he shouldn’t know or what they were about to dive into. “Where should we start?! I vote for pussy destroying…”

Jaemin jumps in, adding a disagreeing sound. Letting out a long whine in protests- “Shower ass fuck, pleaseeeee.”

“Wait. Hold on.” Haechan’s eyes light up. Connecting their devices to all watch. Returning to the homepage where a ‘Live Now!’ Blinks bright red. “Oh my God, they’re streaming right now.”

“What??” Renjun and Jaemin sit up on their ends. Hearts racing faster, eyes glued to their screens.

Haechan hovers the link. Title reading as ‘How many times can I make my slutty step-sister squirt? Watch and find out!’

“Wait!” Renjun pipes up, thrumming his fingers along his desk. Focus jumping all over the screen, ignoring the coiling rush heating up his stomach. “Should we…I mean, we shouldn’t be doing this right? Jeno said last time..”

“Dude, don’t be such a fucking prude.” Haechan snaps. Opening up the stream, a chat already exploding with messages popping up next to a black video. Counting down seconds to 9pm.

“He has a point, we told Jeno we’d stop. I mean, if he wanted us to know about this..” Jaemin trails off. Blinking as a shot of a large bedroom comes into view. “Damn, is that their place?!”

“They must be making a pretty penny off of this..” Haechan scoffs. Licking his upper lip as he comes up with a username.

‘Cumming4StepSis’ has enterted the chat.

“Don’t those metal bed frames cost like $500? Jeno still hasn’t even paid me back for the groceries I bought him a few weeks ago.” It’s Jaemins turn to get annoyed now. Huffing like a bratty baby, taking in details of the scene before him. Not much to see other than a king sized bed and dark shadows.

“Nice username..” Renjun snorts. Glancing around his room before slipping a hand under his sweats. Cock chubbing up off the memory of the last time you were all in a similar situation. Shamefully pulling up that image whenever he reached the desperate need to cum inside of his fist.

“Let’s not act coy now boys.” Haechan leans back, easing his half hardened length out from his boxers. “We’ve been here before. Can already tell Jaemin’s tenderizing that meat by the way he’s panting like a horny dog.”

“Man, fuck off.” Jaemin grunts. Unabashedly smearing the pre-cum leaking from his slit around. Fat cockhead gleaming in excitement in his mostly darkened room. Maybe jealousy turned him on more than he was willing to accept.

“You guys jerking off too?” Renjun sighs, squeezing around the base of his cock. “Good, cause…”

“It’s cool dude, no homo. I’ve watched your perky little ass bounce too many times for this to be gay anymore.” Haechan cuts him off. Focusing on the chat again.

Cumming4StepSis- ‘COME ON. I’M FUCKING HORNY! MAKE HER SQUIRTTT!’

“Dude come on, don’t talk about my ass like that.” Renjun whines. Ignoring the little jerk his cock gives.

“It’s a nice ass.” Jaemin mumbles, coughing after. Falling into laughter watching as Haechan hits send on his screen.

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Jeno tightens the ties of his mask off camera. Securing the knot as he reaches around, shaking his head to ensure it won’t budge. He checks in on you, noting the trickles of sweat pooling down your throat.

“You ready?” He asks, standing off to your side somewhere. Reacting with a surprised jolt, you nod rapidly.

“Please. I can’t wait anymore.”

Jeno smiles, turning the main camera to your exposed body. An explosion of coins chiming letting you know you’re being watched now. Jeno admires your jittering figure on the screen. The camera panned perfect to capture you from neck to upper thigh. Your bare curves made even more delectable under shadows of lights set up in your shared room.

He picks up a hand held camera often used to give the real ‘point of view’ experience. A highly requested comment you’d both caught on to after a week of streaming. Jeno films up from your toes pressed to the floor in painstaking anticipation. Thighs trembling squished together hiding your center. Stomach convulsing with deep nerve racking breaths. Slowly arousing himself watching you suffer through the tiny camera screen.

He leans forward, angling the recording up close to your lower half. Throaty rasp breaking your thoughts- “Show me what’s mine.”

Releasing a breath shaking its way down between your core, you slowly fall open. Turned on all the more as loud alerts of money donations sound. Pussy throbbing in need, shown off for thousands upon thousands of perverse viewers. Some you had no clue would ever end up figuring out yours and Jeno’s secret.

“That’s it baby.” Jeno growls, reaching forward spreading your folds open with two fingers. Behind the camera as the true viewer. Sharing an hedonistic experience with everyone only wishing to be in his place. The control and power surges down to his balls, dick bouncing between his thighs. Confined inside of his snug boxers. Watching you slut yourself out for him enough to push drops of pre-cum out. “Nasty little slut. Like everyone watching you fuck your step brother don’t you?”

“Yes! Please…please..” you whimper. Wanton and needy only from Jeno stripping you down off camera. Forcing you to sit and stay quiet with a palm over your mouth. His other hand grasping around your throat. Reminding you who’s in charge here.

“So cute when you get all stupid like this.” The smile in Jeno’s tone reaches your ears. Making you smile at the camera in response. Nodding, lifting your hips up with a sad whimper.

An index and middle finger swipe between your folds. Tapping your excited entrance, circling around. Trembling legs lock around his biceps. He films himself breeching your entrance up close, gliding in with no resistance. Whispering on how a real whore like you needs no prep. Always ready to be used and taken.

“Gonna squirt for me baby? Want it down my throat.” Jeno’s tone has turned gruff. His horny desire adding to the viewer experience. For any pretending to be in his place right now. Back in the privacy of their bedrooms jerking off, cumming abruptly. Ignoring the shame that consumes them for seconds after the high.

“Yes.. make me. Wa-wanna g-give..” you wail. Neck dropping back, unable to resist the urge to ride his fingers. Jeno pushing in a third, cunt clinging around his thrusting digits drawing him deeper.

“You can do it angel. Cum for me.” Jeno’s too lost in the moment falling into a sweet pet name. Focusing on the way you tug around him with every pull out. He sucks in a deep breath adjusting the camera. Shifting his weight to the one side, his speed quickens. Digits shaking pointedly inside of you.

The clean tips of his fingers tickling each sensitive sweet spot. A cascade of voluminous cried moans exit your lips. Lifting off the chair chasing his touch. Wetness shooting out aggressively smacking his face. Landing on the camera lense. Soaking down Jeno’s chest and stomach. Noisy dribbles hitting the hard floor loud enough for the microphones to catch.

Jeno pulls out hitting harsh slaps down on your cunt. Sending you throttling forward, bundle of nerves stinging with each evil hit.

“You’re so mean to me..” you sniffle. Tears congesting your breathing, a pool of salty driblets trickles, gathering on your upper lip. Jeno laughs, he fucking laughs. A deep vibrating laugh echoing around you, the sick pleasure he gains whenever you succumb to him clear.

“Look how wet you are for me.” Jeno pans languidly across the expanse of your gleaming thighs. Entrance winking under the camera, giving the viewers exactly what they want. “Tell everyone you’re a dumb slut. Tell everyone you’re my dumb slut.”

“I’m..I’m your d-dumb slut.” You stutter, breaking off into whimpers. Jeno’s palm making contact with your soaked up center cutting off your cries.

“You know better.” Jeno growls, squeezing around your mound. Coating his hand in all of the wetness that’s covered you. Stroking up your abdomen to your hung open mouth. Slapping down wet and loud, obscenely smearing your own release over the exposed part of your face. “Say it.”

“Sir!” Tears spill, blurring your vision even more behind the veil. Eyelashes clumping together, making each blink heavy. Jeno presented like a monster, looming above you forcing you to cough. His heavy hand wraps around your throat constricting you tightly. Leaving you choking with your tongue hung out. The perfect visual on camera, opening at both ends like a real slut.

Jeno collects his spit, ducking down closer recording all of it gradually trickle down to back of your mouth. The audience more than pleased, extra loud coins pouring in.

“Look at you covered in your own cum. So slutty and fucking disgusting. My dirty girl.” Jeno sneers. Adding to the mess on your wet face. Tears, snot, saliva, his spit, your arousal, glossy like a freshly done work of art.

“Want more baby? Need more don’t you?” He asks, just for the viewers. In private he could do anything he wanted to you. ‘Made just for me.’ He always reminded you.

“Please, please sir. Please I’ll do anything. Make me cum again please. Wan-wanna cum more.” You whine, leaving your mouth left open for more. Jeno spitting inside, forcing your jaw to shut. Slapping the center of your neck commanding you to swallow. Throat bobbing up and down on screen.

“Of course you do, needy whores like you always need more.” Jeno straightens out. Pushing your shoulder roughly until you tip over falling to the floor. Knees hitting the hardwood impactfully making you scream. Your back twists arching in as Jeno slaps you right down the middle of your ass.

He squats down aiming four fingers inside of you. His triceps bulge on camera, a perfect back shot shown off. Jeno fucking his fingers inside of you brutally. Lewd wet sounds explode around the room. Screams muffled into the ground as you attempt to crawl away. Another rough slap stinging down on your ass. Digits furiously fucking inside your pussy leaving you fluttering around him. Jeno jackhammers even faster working up a sweat.

“Je…sir!” You shout falling forward. Trembling and crying, man handled down by the power of his thrusting fingers. Lower half bouncing up as another shocking climax hits. Splashing wet slick all around his hand, leaving your ass and the floor soaked in the aftermath. “No!”

Jeno doesn’t stop, has you clawing at the ground trying to pull away. Large hand pushing your lower back down until you stay put. Relentless in his pointed thrusts. Urgently fucking fingers inside of you until you have no choice but to cum, again and again. You grab at the skirt on your matress, tugging the ends weakly between your fingers to drag yourself away from him. Overstimulated and swollen between your legs, slumped lifelessly on the floor.

“Fuck. You’re so wet and sloppy. Look at this filthy mess you’ve made. Whose gonna clean that up huh?” Jeno pulls out. Slapping your ass, gripping you in an unforgiving squeeze. He hauls up your lower half getting you back to your pained knees. Pussy glistening on full display back to front. Shining rim leaving him licking over his lips in temptation.

“S-sir..please..no more..” you scoot forward pathetically. Lifting yourself up onto the bed. The struggle only makes Jeno’s cock throb harder. Dying to get you fucked full until you can’t even walk.

“What was that?” Your head snaps up. Jeno yanking a clump of your hair back. Shooting painful shots through each follicle with the question. You hiss, losing your will to argue. He doesn’t give you time anyway. Returning four fingers to your swelling hole. Even if he fucked you everyday you could never get used to it. “Still so tight. Perfect slut stays tight for me doesn’t she?”

You nod weakly landing against the bedding, trying to wipe away some of the bodily liquid congesting your breathing. Lower half gone numb, spurting out only tiny bits of arousal. Another orgasm leaving you loose like jelly. Almost losing your footing and falling back to the floor. Jeno grips your hips pushing you up onto the bed. “Don’t move baby.”

He picks up the hand-held, giving everyone one last look at your run down body. Shooting over the stains of wetness left behind on the bed and floor. Showing off his beautiful damp veiny forearm and hand. Ending with an all too up close humiliating shot of your destroyed cunt.

“I think that was about five times. Make sure to send a lot of donations. My step-sisters gonna need it after this.”

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“Man..fuck.” Jaemin pants, breathless. Cock still twitching on his ruined t-shirt . His brows furrow together, half pained half aroused. Watching the stream cut to a black screen again. Thankful it’s over despite the urge to go again.

“This is so fucked up.” Renjun drags his hands over his face. Disgusted with himself for not even bothering to wash up before doing so. Wiping off the pool of white liquid from his stomach with discarded tissues. Sure enough to find them later and recall every embarrassing moment. “Why’s this always so good.”

Haechan grunts in response. Turning off the screen sharing before continuing to open up an archived video.

‘Step sister fingering solo while moaning out for step bro to fuck her.’

“Yea. Always so good..”

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Jeno lays you flat on your back kissing down your stomach, slurping up some of the wet arousal that won’t stop oozing out of your core. A cocky smile painting his lips as he shuts off the camera. Shoving the sheer blackened cloth off his eyes, he gets comfortable. Gently untying the mask keeping your identity safe. Absorbing your wrecked features. Skin hot to the touch where he grazes down your face. Tracing over your lips, emitting soft exasperated sounds. Jeno’s hips meet yours, a heated flush racing between your bodies.

“Baby noo….no more.” You cry. Jeno’s large palms slide over the backs of your thighs. Pushing your lower half forward, leaving you pressed down under his weight. Ankles loosely crossing behind his neck. His hard length swallowed up between your folds, sliding through with ease. Walls dripping wet denying your exhaustion.

“Shhh shh, cameras off.” He grunts, smiling. The tip of his cock kissing your sore entrance. Fat cockhead pushing inside, stretching you apart in a familiar yet painful way.

“I..I can’t baby..” you go on whining. Nothing he’s saying fully registering anymore. Cumming too many times for brain power to function any longer.

“Of course you can.” Jeno groans, easing his length in. Every inch pushing you open, growing thicker around the middle where he fattens up delectably. Size leaving you rendered idiotic, gasping and choking on air. “My dumb little slut can always take it. Take everything I give you.”

You nod, biting down the pitiful noises rising up your chest. Jeno gliding fully inside. Every pulsating vein on his cock throbbing. Pushing your walls to accommodate around him. Wrapped skin to skin, like a glove made just for him.

“You gonna cum for me sweet baby?” Jeno looks dreamy. His eyes hooded heavily, drooping at the corners more than usual. Pussy gripping around him tight even with your denial. Spinning his head around to a dizzying point. The way you could never say no to him really. It was addicting. The thought clawing down his spine ferociously. A desire to be inside of you, watch you suffer for his cock, completely consuming him.

Jeno thrusts forward, hips angling up. Pushing the backs of your knees leaving you pressed around your head. Your ass lifting up lewdly from the bed you share leaving you entirely exposed. His eyes trailing down to where your lower halves connect. Circling his hips slow and meticulous, giving you every inch in a nearly tedious mind numbing way.

“My perfect little cock slut.” Jeno sighs breathily. Catching his bottom lip under his teeth with a bite. His mouth glistening, pinker than usual, gnawed at repeatedly. Filling with blood, leaving a white cast around them. Everything about him looked like a wet dream. Glazed over eyes, nose wrinkling. Cheek bones protruding with every deep inhale bringing to light the pretty beauty mark under his eye. Mouth plumped up, a glow of sweat lighting up his near flawless skin. His beauty only adding to every filthy rasp spewing out.

“Why aren’t you saying anything huh?” Jeno lands a hard smack on your ass. Done with stretching you out, he draws back. Slamming forward falling into a brutal pace of endless thrusting. “Fucked so stupid, answer me baby.”

Jeno slaps you again, following with a succession of mean hits on the side of your thigh. Your body pushed up the bed under each merciless thrusts that only seem to go faster and faster.

“Fuck..” your eyes roll back. Limp and lacking control. Splayed out like a doll to be used and abused. Only able to feel your pussy spasming around his length.

“That’s all you got for me?” Jeno tsks, hiking your bottom up even more. Stomach bending in, leaving you folded in half. Coughing and choking, air cutting off all the more in this position. His merciless thrusts never faltering. Jeno’s knees lift off the bed. Throwing the entirety of his body weight down against you. Cock coated in creamy wetness, easing every penetrating slide in.

You cough out again, barely. Eyes rolling up into your sockets, everything spinning. The pleasure overwhelming leaving you brainless. Jeno going on about how stupid you are for him. How good you take his cock. Balls slapping against your ass noisily behind each garbled word.

“Pussy so good for me. Always so good for me.” He grunts. Pounding into your half-passed out body. His bottom lip ruined practically breaking skin the more he chews over it. Sweat falling off tendrils of hair with each impactful slam of his hips. Growing further turned on when your cunt squeezes around him. A soft pattern of ‘ugh uh uhh’ spilling out from between his gritted teeth.

“Babies gonna cum for me, give me more of that nasty cum.” Jeno mumbles. Fanning exerted breaths across your face. Smirking when your eyes fall shut, mouth hung open sucking down shallow breaths. “Ugh…fuck.. my pretty baby. Good girl, say you can’t anymore but your pussy still begs for me.”

The possessive desire eats away at him. Stamina switching to overdrive pounding you into a broken sloppy mess. Your empty body under his control, his to fuck and detroy whenever he wants.

Pussy sucking him down despite your overly lax passed out state. Jeno fucked you until you cried, begged, clawed at him desperately. Filling every hole with cum until all you knew anymore was his name. Tainting you too much for anyone else to ever want you.

“Greedy pussy only wants me. Always me.” Jeno groans. His movements turning messier, thrusts slowing down. Jerking motions angling his cock to hit every tantalizing spot.

“Make you stay with me forever.” Jeno lets out a cry, crinkling his eyes shut. “Only mine.”

Cum flows out, shooting deep inside. Intent to mark you from inside out. A sickening twists in his gut stirring up his pleasured climax picturing you in the shower. Fingers holding yourself apart moaning with each push you make to release his cum. Turning you into nothing but a useless cum dump. Existing only for him to get off.

Collapsing, he pecks slow and tired over your warmed cheek. Soft moans breathlessly play from your lips, capturing them to shut you up. Swallow down the wanton crave only for him. His forehead drags down to your jaw. Lips planting firm kisses up and down your throat, nibbling up to your earlobe.

“Mine.”

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only 00z chat

🐻- Jeno, when are you gonna invite us over?

🐰- Jeno suddenly gains independence and forgets the little people who helped him along the way.

🦊- You mean me right?

🐻- Jenoooooo? Earth to Jenooooo????

🐶- Just woke up.

🦊- Long night working?

🐰- Yea how are those two jobs treating you?

🐶- Yea

🐻- 🙄

🐻- Invite us over to see your place dude. Come on! It’s been over a month now.

🦊- I second this, we’ll bring snacks.

🐰- I won’t, send me money for those groceries you ass.

🐶- Fine.

Jeno rolls his eyes, attaching the address to his new living quarters.

“Babe…” tossing aside his phone he turns over. Propped up on his elbow, smiling watching you continue to sleep. Last night must have really taken it out of you.

Jeno contemplates ordering some breakfast from your favorite spot. Maybe he could impress you with his cappuccino making skills, having yet to put your new espresso machine to use. Fluffing up the blanket around your shoulders, Jeno decides to surprise you with a nice breakfast.

A notification popping up on his phone screen pique’s his curiosity. Unlocking the device to read the message attached.

Cumming4StepSis has added $1000 to your account.

‘I’d like to request a gangbang of sorts? I have gone through your content and while watching the two of you fuck has been enjoyable, I can’t help but imagine what a little slut your step-sister could turn into. I mentioned it in the chat last night. Many other subscribers were keen on the idea. Please consider, big fan of your content!’

Jeno clicks his tongue, finishing up with reading the message. Most subscribers had sent in half that amount, if not less when requesting different kinks and scenarios.

“Gangbang…pft..” Jeno shoves aside his phone. Ignoring the thought after depositing the money into his bank account. You insisted on creating a joint one, only for Jeno to imply you use his card anyway.

“Mmm is that coffee for me?” You smile, half-asleep. Curling around his broad back, burying your face into the dip of his spine. “Hate waking up alone. If that’s for me I’ll forgive you though.”

Jeno turns, raising a steaming mug to your nose. Fresh coffee ground twists through the air around you. Puffy eyes full of adoration bunch together upon his smile.

“Someone slept in.” Jeno finishes with kisses down your cheek. Everything was perfect. “My friends are coming over, you might wanna shower. I’m gonna make them help me set up that living room table we got from ikea.”

“Your friends? Hmm..” you step away, nursing the mug of hot coffee. Liquid passing down your throat, soothing your groggy voice. Too many screams from the prior night tearing down your vocal chords. “Haven’t seen them in a bit.”

“Yea, they finally called me out on it.” Jeno shrugs. Turning to face you before heading back to your bedroom. Eyebrows wiggling suggestively- “We could save some water? And time?”

“Mmm-mmmnn” you pout. Declining the offer. “You’re not allowed anywhere near my lower regions today.”

Sticking out your tongue, you scurry out to the balcony to finish your coffee before Jeno can trap you. His hand swatting your ass on the way out, mumbling on about how that’s not up to you.

“Meanie!”

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“Damn..” Haechan whistles, taking in the expanse of the living room. Sunlight shining in through the glass doors leading out to the balcony. A kitchen fully stocked with all types of high-end appliances. “Now this is some luxurious shit.”

“Why am I helping you pay for groceries again dude?” Jaemin asks. Sliding his fingers across shelves full of Jeno’s games. Noting his brand new playstation, still on the waitlist for one himself. “Christ Jeno, how are you affording all of this? Can’t be just from that po..”

“Those two jobs you’re working!” Haechan interrupts him, cooly. Shooting his friend daggers before facing Jeno with a smile. “Man, you must be exhausted. Two jobs.. does she even work?”

Jeno’s lips purse together annoyed. Folding his arms across his chest, gaze bouncing back and forth between his three friends spread out. “It’s called being an adult. Was going to have to happen eventually.”

Haechan softly snorts, ducking to roll his eyes. Nodding and patting Jeno on the shoulder. “Really proud of ya dude. Look at you, all grown up and shit.”

“An air fryer?! A ninja!” Renjun points at the appliance from the kitchen. Setting down the two bags of snacks they’d purchased on the way over. Sporting an amazed smile with widening eyes. “Dude! A two basket one? These are niceeee.”

Jaemin jogs over, looking through the snacks for his favorite chips. “And a Nespresso machine. This is some expensive shit Jeno.”

“Who knew you were such a simp.” Haechan throws him a wink. Following in Jaemin’s foot steps to grab a drink.

Jeno comes to a halt as you enter. Immediately glowering, taking in your appearance. “What the fuck are you wearing?”

It’s snarky, condescending, talking to you like you’re dumb. You give him a confused glance, re-evaluating your choice in clothes. Opting to wear shorts and a tank top since you’d be setting up furniture.

“What do you mean?” You question. The air suddenly tight, everyone pausing their actions behind him. Haechan shooting his two friends stood in the kitchen a knowing look. The three of them holding their breath, listening with both eyes and ears.

Jeno stomps forward grasping a hold around your arm, lowering his tone- “Go change. Right now.”

“But why?!” You mutter under your breath. A flush of heat spreads way across your chest, quickly rising to your cheeks. The face before you near demented, glossy eyes full of some emotion you couldn’t quite pin-point..

“What is this? A free fucking show? Go put some real clothes on. Right now is not the time to strut around like some slut working a corner.” Jeno repeats with no more explanation. Adding a gentle push to your weight upon releasing you. Chin nodding back to the hallway you’d just came from.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Your eyes widen, murmuring an apology. Stepping feet back until you’re out of sight. Taking note of your choice of outfit had you questioning yourself. Maybe this was only appropriate when you were alone. Jeno had a point, this was too revealing to wear around a bunch of men.. right? Some thigh and shoulder, never seemed to be such a problem before.

“Dude..” Haechan breaks the awkward silence first. Licking the backs of his teeth, breaking into a grin. “It’s not like we haven’t all seen..”

“Haechan, don’t.” Jaemin panicks. Head stiffly shaking, palm up like a warning sign. Renjun bouncing from foot to foot beside him feeling uncomfortable.

“It’s none of your business.” Jeno clips. The fierce stare enough to imply ‘Drop it.’

“So uhm..” Renjun pads over to a box portraying a large image of a stainless steel desk. “We should start working on this right?”

“Yea.” Jeno mutters, blinking away the lasting bits of emotions that’d bursted out. Choosing to pretend these random temperamental outbursts were nothing to be concerned over. It was only sensible. You clearly lacked some type of tact, common sense. He’d only avoided his friends this long because of you.

Often times Jeno found himself awake at night. Watching you pressed to the bed, half of your face hidden buried deep into a pillow. Snoozing away without a damn worry in the world. While he fucked up everything. No more education, no more money to fuck around carelessly. You’d really messed everything up for him. Did he really need friends who so easily betrayed him? Didn’t they understand?

No. Why would they.

Jeno envisions chains attached to each corner of the bed. Buckling you down, wrists and ankles struggling to break free. Marks of flesh cutting and aching the more you try. Giving in only once you realize he’d do anything for you. You’re his, you belong to him and nobody else.

It near disrespectful, the way you showed up. Freshly showered, smelling sweet and enticing. Smooth legs and arms for anyone to eat up. As if his asshole friends wouldn’t attempt to bury their grimy fingers into the meat of your thigh. Feigning stupidity, innocence, foolish to think they’re slick enough for him to not catch on.

You should know better by now. A few more weeks and he’d have you trained well. Maybe even order a name plate to proudly wear around you neck. Letting even a stranger know you’re taken, you’re his. You belong to him.

You step back in feebly, body completely hidden under one of Jeno’s larger sweaters. The tips of your fingers barely visible under the long sleeves puffed around your arms. The sweats must be his too, fitting you loose and baggy. Having to hike them up your thighs as you re-enter. Sock clad feet dancing forward until you stand in front of him with a hopeful gaze.

Jeno stands up, slow, savoring how delicate and soft you look in his clothes. Catching a waft of his scent surrounding you once he’s back on his feet. He taps your chin, thumbing your bottom lip.

“Good girl.” Jeno smiles. A full set of teeth beam back at him, now knowing you did well. Renjun stays crouched near the now open box of furniture, ignoring the gnawing feeling at his chest. Smart enough to know this couldn’t be.. healthy. Ignorance was bliss though.

“I could use some water baby.” Jeno implies. He hardly ever asks anything of you anymore, expecting his needs to always be met.

“I’ll get you some!” You perk up. Solemn mood instantly dissipating. You pass by Haechan and Jaemin, greeting them with a nonchalant wave. Nothing too formal or polite, Jeno wouldn’t like that.

“Hey..” Haechan clears his throat. Stepping in after you, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Jeno’s attention is consumed.

“I’d like some water too.” Haechan leans against the kitchen counter. Throwing a thumb back in Jaemin’s direction- “Maybe a glass for all of us yea?”

“Sure..” you smile nervously, with pursed lips. Grabbing 4 glass cups from a higher shelf. Haechan moves behind you, reaching around you to free two of the glasses from your hands.

“You’ll drop all those, let me help.” He mumbles, lower half pressed to your bottom. Your breath staggers, tension aching down your spine to where your heated bodies meet. “Nothing to be scared about, we’re friends. Aren’t we?”

Jaemin rolls his eyes, sliding down the counter closer to where you’re both stood. You nod instead of saying anything, not trying to gain Jeno’s attention with any conversation. Loud clinking of tools and steel sounds from the living room. Faded commands from Jeno instructing Renjun what to pass him next following.

“I got that.” Jaemin snatches the pitcher of iced water as you reach for it. “Friends help each other out like this.”

“Friends tell each other secrets too.” Haechan takes a sip of water. Licking his moistened lips. “I’d sure love to know the secret to this success you and Jeno have found.”

“Ah, yea..” you gulp down water, cautiously. Treading lightly with anything you say. They weren’t really your friends right? They were Jeno’s friends..

“To think, this could have been one of us right now Haechan.” Jaemin sighs dreamily. Admiring the sleek advanced kitchen. “Do you guys even cook? I’m a great cook you know, my ramen is unmatched.”

“Oh please. No one makes a better ramen than me and you know it.” Haechan scoffs. He settles down along your side not taken up by Jaemin. Leaving you sandwiched between their broad larger frames. The two going on about how Jeno’s really living the dream now.

“I don’t..” you finish up your water. Licking over your somehow still dry lips. Anxiety getting the better of you, feeling trapped amongst them. “Don’t really know what you guys mean.”

“I mean, we technically were a thing first.” Haechan quips. Directing a finger toward Jaemin and himself. “Like, I thought you wanted to actually…you know, I mean the vibe when we first met. You sent me naked pictures..”

Your eyes nearly pop out, standing up straight. Making sure to double check Jeno was still none the wiser.

“Yea..” Jaemin throws an arm around your shoulder. “You came on really strong in the garage that one time. I mean, like I said.. should have been me first. Wouldn’t have to worry about parents approving of shit ya know?”

You slip out easily, heading to move away from them. Haechan moving fast on his feet like a ballerina twirling about. Blocking your way to exit, he smirks. Reaching for the strings on Jeno’s hoodie you wear. He pulls them in tight, forcing the back of your neck in. String burning where it digs into your skin under the cotton.

“I’m never really wrong, ya know? About these things.” He lets go, lifting three long fingers to push hair behind your ear. Jaemin coming up behind you, planting his hands on your hips. “Jeno probably hates thinking about it. That his step-sister maybe, just maybe wanted a little more than just a quick fuck with his friends.”

“That’s not true.” You pivot around him. Waving them off, lightly jogging out of the kitchen, slowing as you near Jeno. Tapping his shoulder to hand him water. Renjun mumbling about how he could use some too.

“The tables coming together good babe.” You cheer Jeno on. Taking a seat on the couch to respond to messages and emails. Jeno let you handle the community end of your onlyfans account. He dealt with the more technical- cameras, streaming quality, lighting. None of that was necessarily your forte and most of your subscribers seemed to prefer hearing from you.

The message from Cumming4StepSis catches your eye. Money sent with it already initiated to be transferred into your account. Meaning Jeno had already opened it, taken the fee and left no response. Maybe he got busy, usually he’d bring it up for you to handle.

‘A gangbang?’ You wonder, bouncing your gaze around the room. The amount of subscribers and viewers you could gain with content like that would be astronomical. Perverts loved shit like that.

It’s not as if you hadn’t been there done that already, right?

Clearing your throat you pat Jeno’s back. Jerking your head to the side to let him know you needed to discuss something in private. His eyes open up in question, hoisting himself to stand and follow you to the entrance of the hallway.

“What’s up baby?”

“Jeno..did you see the recent request?” You whisper, near a corner. Occasionally checking in to make sure his friends are busy. Jeno looks annoyed you even bring this up. It wasn’t abnormal, you’d always received requests from subscribers along with extra money for encouragement. Typically including whatever it may be in the next stream. Jeno never had an issue with it before..

“We’re not gonna do that one.”

“But, we have before? They’re all here.. it wouldn’t hurt to ask?”

“I already told you the last time.”

“But the money! Look, I’ll ask our subscribers what they think about the idea. You know they’re going to eat that shit up like hungry dogs.”

Jeno’s nose scrunches, resting his forearm against the wall. The money.

The money was all you cared about. Clearly.

“So what? You want me to just tell them..”

“I’ll tell them!” You respond, smiling ear to ear as if you’d just come up with a great plan.

“Tell us what?” It’s Renjun. Approaching you both with Jaemin and Haechan at his heels. The three men all dawning expressions of interests and intrigue.

Jeno sighs, cracking his knuckles. Turning on the balls of his feet to face them. He rolls his eyes, nodding to himself.

“We do porn.”

“Jeno!” You slap his shoulder. A shrug all he gives you before continuing.

“Well, there’s no light way to put it. My dad kicked me out on my ass. Those two jobs weren’t cutting it. We started fucking on stream, it’s not a big deal.” Jeno finishes. Arms lifting as if implying ‘give me your best’

His three friends break into approving smiles. Jaemin rubbing his palms together stepping in closer. Eyebrows wiggling eagerly, he asks-

“So, how much are you two making doing this?”

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“I can’t believe we’re doing this again..” Jeno’s head shakes. Annoyance evident in the way his jaw locks. Thick neck flexing sucking down a tight swallow.

“It’s gonna be such good money babe.. and we need it.. neither of us have real jobs. Look at how many subscribers have already liked the post hinting at it.” You voice casually, scratching your elbow. Pretending this isn’t exciting you in any way. It’s not as if you and Jeno had a boring sex life. Adding cameras and an audience only aiding the thrill.

“Besides!” Haechan pipes up, hands rubbing together plotting. “Who better to fuck your girlfriend than your best friends?!”

Jaemin slouched to his side lifts a finger adding- “and we already have.”

Jeno’s fist ball up, your hands embrace his bicep pulling him to your chest. Whispering between teeth for him to calm down. His chin dips, mumbling something too quietly to himself. “Fine, but we have rules this time. So listen up you bunch of shrimp dicks.”

“Excuse me?” Jaemin’s brow lifts. “Whose dick was that in reference to? Last I checked we have photos..”

“Enough.” Jeno halts holding a hand up. Reaching for a notebook set on newly built table. “Don’t follow the rules. Don’t fucking get paid.”

“Well now that we have rules to follow 10% pay doesn’t seem so fair.” Renjun bends forward. Elbows rest on his knees, nodding along with Jaemin and Haechan.

“Make your own content then.” Jeno snaps quickly, shooting a glare at the trio. In unison they fall back, slumping together on the couch. Haechan throws a leg across Jaemin’s lap, faintly catching a ‘no homo’ thrown out as he buries into his broad shoulder. Arm’s lift open, inviting Renjun to join the cuddle pile earning a smack across his chest from the smaller.

“Why are they my best friends again?” Jeno asks you.

“You’re all idiots and deserve each other babe.” Smiling, you wrap around his back. Nudging his head to focus on the list of rules in his hands.

“Right.” Jeno smirks, going on clearing his throat. “Rule number one, no kissing.”

“What!” Haechan’s head shoots up interrupting.

“..on the lips.” Jeno continues. Smirk faltering when Haechan mouths ‘O’ relaxing into Jaemin’s side.

Jeno proceeds- “Rule number 2, no one comes in through the backdoor. I will handle that.”

“Aw man…this is gonna be so boring Jeno!” Renjun protests. Your mouth falling open surprised, shooting him a mean look.

“Excuse me? What’s so boring about fucking me?”

“…nothing..” He curls in, face hiding, lowly murmuring- “Just not fair I never got to hit it from the back.”

Jaemin’s brows wiggle, whispering “Can’t relate.”

Jeno rolls his eyes, neck cracking like a brute. His friends whining as he goes on- “Rule number 3, everyone wears a mask. To protect our identities. Pretty simple, I’m not asking for too much.”

The trio glance at each other, discussing over numbers. Bringing up late rent fee’s, car payments, bills that needed to be handled. Haechan mumbling something about how he can’t relate on this one. The first to answer despite it- “Fine. We’re in.”

“Hey! I just thought of something!” Jaemin sits up, shoving Haechan’s weight off. “You should be blind folded!”

“Me!?” You asks, surprised. His hand wiggling to indicate he’s not finished yet.

“We’ll fuck you, and you have to guess whose who! I mean.. you should know the difference by now. No one’s like me.” He winks at you. Jeno jerking up under your hold. Cooing and shushing into his soft hair to ease his nerves.

“BUT-“ Haechan adds. “If you, ya know DO happen to get it wrong, let’s say we gag you! Who doesn’t love a good punishment right?”

“Sounds like a great idea to me.” Renjun nods. Lifting two thumbs Jeno’s way. The other smiting them all quietly with a cold gaze.

“I already hate this.” Jeno bites. Throwing the notebook flying his friends way to sign the mock-up contract. The only purpose to make sure rules stay followed. Any rule broken ending in a lack of payment.

“You’re all clean right?” Jeno questions lifting a brow. They all used to get routinely checked out often together, mostly due to sports. Falling out of the routine after dropping out, getting checked out only with you once since. You had no reason to, until now.

“Yea of course dude, we’re senseless, not stupid.” Renjun answers. Signing and dating the fake contract. Hearing money entering his account in the back of his mind. Maybe he could finally invest in that drone he’d been eyeing.

“Is everyone free tomorrow?“ Haechan asks, looking through his phone. As if he has some schedule set on it to follow. Doing it really for the extra dramatization of the situation.

“Even if I wasn’t already, I’d clear my schedule.” Jaemin smiles. Stealing a glance at you, meeting eyes momentarily. A shining thrill Jeno would absolutely loathe to see filling the brown pools.

“Tomorrow it is then.”

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Jeno has you propped on your bed on all fours. Lubed up hand passing between your ass, prepping and stretching your rim open for the past 10 minutes. Core on fire between your legs under each slow scissoring thrust of digits filling you.

His friends instructed to wait in your guest bedroom. Only really used to hide camera equipment, costumes and sex toys now. The three of them chattering nervously, having to hype each other up. Reminding themselves of the money they’d make. The masks would keep their identities safe anyway.

“We’re doing nicknames based off these masks right?” Renjun asks. Checking himself out in the mirror. Eyes blinking behind the fox mask covering everything but his lips and chin.

“So…am I rabbit or bunny?” Jaemin ponders. Rubbing oil down his chest. His muscles would no doubt reflect on camera much more defined this way.

“Bunny. Obviously..” Haechan smirks, tweaking his friend's nipple. Jaemin slapping him away, leaving a shining trace on his arm. “You want them perked and hard on camera don’t you?!”

“I don’t need your help, cub.”

“Cub..I like that.” Haechan’s brows wiggle, hidden under the half-bear mask. “I’ll stick with Bear for today though. Renjun, you’re definitely Foxy.

Haechan slaps his smaller friend’s underwear clad ass. The three of them standing around in tight black underwear. Jeno throwing a fresh new pack at them when they arrived along with the masks.

“That’s the last time I jerk off on the phone with you guys. Leave my ass alone!” Renjun whines, rubbing over his stinging buttcheek. Noticing the digital clock ticking down to 8:58pm.

“Oh shit, we should probably head in now. Jeno said the stream starts at 9.” Renjun opens up the door. Crossing the hallway together, swallowing down shallow anxious breath’s.

Your bedroom door clicks open. Jeno standing there wearing his puppy mask. His jaw flexes taking in his friend’s anxious ridden appearance’s . Their nerves blending into the chilled air conditioned breeze. With his chin he directs them to come on in.

The rooms dimly lit, already carrying an aroma of lust and sex. They take quiet steps in, barefoot and cautious with the darkness mostly around the corners of the room. Jaemin gasps first when he spots you on all fours. Wrists tied up at your lower back, eyes completely covered leaving you blinded.

Jeno jerks his chin again. Having already explained to the viewers while prepping your rim the rules of the game. Every time you made a wrong guess, you’d be abused and gagged. A shit eating grin as he says ‘A slut like this would answer wrong on purpose.’

With a quick rock, paper, scissors off to the side Jeno goes first. He knew he’d have you last anyway.

With a finger shushing over his lips he climbs onto the bed. Stroking up and down your ass, setting off tremors up your stomach. He tugs on the plug nestled between your mounds teasingly. Everything about it already reminded you of him. Scared to guess wrong if it wasn’t actually him. The other three stood near the bed watching in anticipation resisting the urge to touch themselves.

Jeno circles your waist, chest pressed to your back. Turning you to face the three of them, angled for the cameras to perfectly capture your body in all its glory. He snaps to Jaemin, pointing to the hand-held on the tripod for his friend to adjust. The multiple views were Jeno’s idea, a great one that garnished you with many pleased fans.

A hot length breeches your thighs, swiping the wetness spilling out of your heat. Cock coating in the horny sloppiness drenching your inner thighs. Hands clamp your waist, size sliding back out. Tip kissing your hole, seething inside your winking entrance.

The first thrusts has you babbling already. Spreading your walls open over his length in a way you dream of every night. Your mouth hangs open, right in front of the camera Jaemin’s angled to catch you front on.

“That’s it. Already all stupid and incoherent for me.” You nod. The voice muffled from the scarf tightly wrapped around your eyes and ears. Everything felt like Jeno, being wrong about that did not seem like the smartest option.

“More more!” You huff out. The depraved brainless sensation already triggered having your ass plugged up. Taking and taking every thrust of cock like you deserve it. Demanding to get fucked harder and faster. Your fingers dig into the bedding, grunting with each plummeting thrust. Losing your balance under the endless slamming to your backside. Sore tenderness already aching your muscles.

“Giving you all this dick and you still want more? Fucking stupid slut.” Jeno shoves the back of your head. Pushing your back forward. Untying the string keeping your hands together. Arms flopping down by your sides. Knees splitting open shooting pain up your inner thighs. He fucks into your faster. Body behind you curled up tense. Hatred he saved only for fucking you into submission when you really piss him off filling your core with each thrust.

“Yes! Yes p-plea..” your breaths cut off. Choking for air, Jeno punishing you with a hold on the back of your head. Keeping your face pressed into the bed as he jackhammers into you faster. Unforgiving and fast just how you liked. Asking for more cock like a fiend addicted, obsessed.

“That’s what you need hmm?” Jeno’s teeth grit. Biting out his words. Nose twitching as his hips jerk. Your heat sucking him down, head nodding rapidly. Mumbling screams into the bed as you climax.

He cums, throatily grunting. Pumping you a few more times before sliding free. Slapping your ass for an answer.

Jeno wouldn’t go first right? You try to reason, he wouldn’t.. but Jaemin? It’d been a few months, it was possible you’d stretched to Jeno’s size more than you’d realized.

“Rabbit?” You asks warily. Jeno growls picking you up, body slamming you onto your back.

“Stupid whore. Wrong.” He shoves your face, reaching for the gag.

Jaemin moves in, his turn next. Large hands cupping your thighs. A low mummered whisper with the new presence- “My turn, slut.”

Renjun grabs your chin, smushing your cheeks in until your mouth falls open. A wad of spit hitting your tongue after. Jeno forcefully shoving a ball gag inside. Tying the strap around you with expert speed. Jaemin hoists your lower half up, cock pushing in deep before you can get out a scream. Full size filling you up, setting off a light bulb- this was Jaemin.

“Fuck!” Jaemin groans. Adjusting your thighs over his, pelvic bone beating against you hard and rough. Fucking with a fierce pace right off. Fat cock forcing out all of Jeno’s cum, dribbling down to his balls. Noisy wet sounds flow out between your connected bodies. “Too tight for a whore. Need my cock to show you how a real slut should be.”

Jeno rolls his eyes behind the camera. Capturing the pornographic image of your tear stained jaw, the massive amounts of drool seeping down your chin. Chest bouncing and shining where it lands. Jerked and fucked up the bed. Jaemin fucking you with an intent to hurt, no time to adjust around his thick cock.

“Meant to be nothing but a hole.” Jaemin mumbles. A feeble attempt to keep his thoughts to himself. Too turned on after watching Jeno fuck you. Craving to leave you ruined and gaped, spread open showing everyone the cum painting your insides like a proud whore.

He holds himself up above you, meaty built arms flexing on camera. Hips digging you deeper and deeper into the matress.

“Who am I hmm? Don’t act stupid. You already know.” Jaemin groans chasing his release. The gag muffling you too much, screams making a mess of anything you may say.

Jaemin falls forward rolling his hips in demanding circles. Your chest rising under him in arch, milking his overbearing length as you cum again. Screaming like someone begging to be put out their misery. He rips the gag down, slapping your face to the side roughly. Cock thrumming inside of you, finishing off his load.

“Fuck me, ugh.” Pulling on the wet gag he spits down your mouth. Throwing in an extra thrust just to make you cry harder. Renjun climbing on shoving him off.

“Did she even guess?” He chuckles. Pushing on your shoulder until you roll over. Renjun straddles the backs of your thighs. Dick aching between his legs from waiting. What felt like minutes dragging on like hours. Jaemin helps him when you protests, starting to writhe around. Taking your arms holding them crossed down on your back.

“Try to last longer than me.” Jaemin winks, hardly visible with the silly mask on. Renjun scoffs, easing in slowly. A lot nicer than the prior, taking time to stretch you open. Not that it was needed at this point anymore.

You sigh, pressed down like an easy fuck doll ready to be taken by all.

“You’re so wet. How do you seriously stay so wet.” He cracks out a moan. Neck falling back, eyebrows tightening. Rubbing gentle circles on the side of your back. He pulls out to the tip, dropping his weight forward. Leaving you dizzy and cock drunk as he finds his rhythm.

“All she’s good for is taking cum.” Jaemin laughs. Assisting in the punishing thrusts with his muscles. Pushing you down to meet each glide of Renjun’s cock.

Renjun shakes his head laughing off whatever his friend’s saying anymore. Too consumed by how good you feel. Ass bouncing back against him making graphic sounds of skin slapping skin echo around the room.

He reaches for the back of your neck, rolling down his hips. Cock thrumming inside your walls. Moans breaking off with each pistoning glide in. Knowing in the back of his mind he won’t last as long as Jaemin had. Taking too much enjoyment in the way you cover his cock in wet heat and white cum.

“Fuck..ah fuck..” his grip on your neck tightens. Pussy clenching around his length, thrusting sloppier. Balls curling up begging him to let go. He breaks into a cry reaching for your shoulders. Manically fucking you for a minute longer. Pained cock screaming as he releases. Your hand smacking on the bed tapping repeatedly.

“Fox!! Fox!!” You whine. Circling back into him. Spent, as if you could fall asleep for an entire week after this.

Jaemin lets Renjun finish off on his own, your body gone beyond pliant. Moving on his knees to get off the bed, howling out as he climbs off.

“Ah, fuck dude! My toe!” Jaemin screams. Disrupting the horny viewers on the stream. Jabbing his foot into the metal bed frame on his way off. Mask slipping down covering his eyelids hindering his eye sight for a second. His footing missing, landing smack dab into the bed frame. Thumbnail pooling up with blood, foot throbbing.

“Shh!” Jeno shoves him off camera out to the hallway. Annoyed sparing another glance back into the room where Haechan’s getting up on the bed now.

“Dude! It hurts! Help me!” Jaemin cries. Bouncing on one foot. Jeno smacks the back of his friends head, pushing him into the bathroom down the hall.

“God, you’re such an idiot!” He rips out a first-aid kit you luckily had insisted on having. ‘In case of emergency’, what a stupid emergency.

“Good job baby. You have one guess left.” Haechan’s husky voice fills your ears. A dead give away it’s him, turning your exhausted body over. “Foxy, get the camera. You’re gonna wanna get a good shot of this.”

Renjun looks around confused, none of them had been talking this much. It wasn’t really a rule, but logical. He nods picking up the camera anyway, recording as Haechan lifts one of your legs up onto his shoulder.

He cups your face, skimming his fingers up shoving the mask off your eyes. Gasping for air, you stare up lost and disoriented. The bear mask coming into sight only for a second before he tosses it off to be forgotten.

His cock smears the cum seeping from your hole. Length drenched in the oozing loads you just took. Reaching down further below pulling at the plug meant to keep your ass unused. Like some type of guard hiding a princess in a castle from a beast. The beast would always figure out his way in.

“Want it?” Haechan smirks, leaning in with a soft kiss on your lower lip. Plug easing out in a loud pop.

“Haech-…uhh…Bear….dude this..” Renjun squeaks, swallowing down the bile saliva rising up. “I think you should…stop now..”

He doesn’t, ignoring the man standing there still hidden in a mask. Haechan asks you, again, kissing your upper lip. The flamed up cheeks around your nose, under your eyes.

“Tell me you want it. I know you do.”

You nod, clearing your throat. Lower half gaping from the loss of the plug. Desperation getting the better of you, itching to feel cock fill up every hole.

“Please, w-want.” You kiss back. Haechan’s smirk grows, his arrogant attitude only turning you on more. His fingertips tickle up up your sides, lifting your hands above your head. Holding you down in place, tip of his length circling your awaiting rim. He grunts, cum coated length inching in. The vice like grip wrapping around him sweeter than any. Like a forbidden fruit he was told to never take a bite of. Locking him out of heaven, left to scheme for his way in.

“Fuck, love fucking you so much.” He whimpers. Gliding in half-way. Brows wriggling together in pleasure. “Should be mine, could be mine.”

Only sound of panted drawn out breaths fill the room. A softness you hadn’t felt all night surrounding every thrust he gives you. Leaving no space of skin unmarked by his lips. Haechan continuously whispering how good you feel. How tight you get for him, how much you must want him.

“I want you too.” He puffs out. Renjun behind the camera shaking more. Flicking his eyes between the door and your bodies. Weighted doom looming the longer this goes on.

“Haechan…you…you should stop..” Renjun pleads. Ignored, the bodies before him too caught up in their own ministrations.

“You want me baby? Wanna be my baby?” Haechan questions, tongue wiggling inside your parted lips laving around together with yours. Moans playing between your mouths behind lack of air. Cock fully seated inside your ass circling his hips letting you feel every throbbing centimeter.

He squeezes your hands, dragging one down the bed pushing it between your bodies. Fingers tapping your sensitive bundle of nerves. Thrusting in time with the easy flicks and rubs on your clit. Orgasm persisting despite the last three. A new sensation paired with this one, clamping down on his cock with your ass as you whimper, exhausted. He slips down between your folds circling the release around your cunt. Thrusting in past your grip. Mind out of control as white hot liquid shoots out. Planting you with another kiss to hold his scream back.

“What..” Jeno returns, stumbling into the dark room reaking of sex. His eyes squinting taking in the sight before him. Flickering between the computer screen reflecting everything, Renjun stood with camera in hand. His face full of regret, fear, panic. Your lower half locked together with Haechan’s, both lost in yourselves.

Oblivious to his return, moaning breathlessly together. Haechan’s fingers pass through your sweat soaked hair. Puffed upper lip dragging between yours, pecking you softly. Jeno’s blinks rapidly, head shaking bringing himself back to reality. Rage immediately coursing through his fists, balling up as he stomps forward.

“Jeno…no!” Renjun squeaks. Wide gaze filled with fright. Familiar with Jeno’s temper, setting off sounds of an ambulance siren in his ears. Just imagining the blood bath he would leave Haechan in.

“Turn that fucking camera off right now!” Jeno snaps. A tight grip hauling Haechan’s shoulders back. Cock jostling, causing you both to hiss as he’s tossed down to the floor. Jeno mounting him in seconds. Fist in the air prepared to destroy his face.

Renjun throws the camera aside, left recording. Live stream continuing, the chat exploding with curious questions. Some betting money on who would win. Sounds of coins flooding through the more rowdy the audience gets. Jaemin steps in glancing back and forth. A water bottle dropping from his grip when Renjun pleads for help.

A loud crack sounds throughout the room, Jeno’s fist colliding into Haechan’s jaw. Shooting pain and taste of metal all around the other man’s mouth. Earth shattering screams behind him drowned out by the blocks of pure fury filling Jeno’s ears. Everything gone blurry, as if he could really beat his friend to a bloody pulp. Leave him to die within an inch of his life.

Jaemin and Renjun having to use all of their force to haul him away. Holding Jeno back with the weight of their bodies wrapped around his shoulders. Leaving the three men in a naked mess of a pile. Haechan’s head turning side to side groaning, poking his swelling jaw with the most gentle touch.

You fall from the bed, crawling on your knees to lift his head onto your lap. Heart thudding out of your chest as you try to stroke sweaty locks of hair off his forehead.

“It’s never enough for you..” Jeno’s appears deep in thought. Head slowly shaking, pulling free from his friends hold. “I’m never enough for you..”

Sighing you prop Haechan against your bed. Jeno had to come first, he’s your..boyfriend after all.

“Baby..” inching closer, you reach for his forearm. Jeno snatching away as if you burn to the touch. Taking steps back until he meets the wall, his head droops. Arms covering his chest as he grips his neck. As if he’s trying to ground himself, losing a battle with reality. “Jeno come on..”

“No!” Jeno screams. Standing up straight sporting huge unblinking eyes. “Don’t!”

“Hey hey, Jeno come on dude..” Jaemin steps in sharing a wide eyed gaze between where the two of you stand. Hand held up in Jeno’s direction as a silent plea. Jeno’s neck cracking loudly with the powerful snap of his head. Upper lip curling in threat toward his friend.

“Why am I even friends with any of you still?! What is this shit!” Jeno’s full blown yelling. Motioning to where you’ve retreated, doing your best to help Haechan up. His limp weight turning out to be a challenge. The fist Jeno attacked him with knocking him senseless and weak.

“Dude…it’s..I don’t think..” Renjun tries to reason. Knowing in the back of his mind Haechan wasn’t innocent. The idea of defending his friend evading him suddenly. Recalling the way Haechan had always..always been behind the events that took place.

Encouraging them to all hook up with you. Planting the idea to seduce you back at the beach house. Even jumping at the chance to purchase your onlyfans. Renjun blinks slowly, the shock ruining his composure. His lips part open, unveiling his disbelief. Watching you sit Haechan up on the edge of yours and Jeno’s bed.

“Did you..” Renjun gulps. Head shaking, having to straighten himself back out. Rolling back his shoulders before continuing on- “Haechan, did you want this?! You…you..”

“You like her don’t you.” Jeno interrupts his friend, stepping closer dawning a look of hatred. Disgusts tickling his tonsils, his fists raising. Only coming to a stop with Jaemin continuing to block his way.

Haechan’s head lifts, staring up at Jeno. A smirk creeping to the side of his lip not busted after his aim. Licking away the liquid metallic aftermath left behind on the other side.

“If I do?” Haechan asks. The ever pompous tone returning to his tone. Your gaze widening, perking up to move away. He stops you, circling your wrist firmly. Eyes softening as he meets yours. “I always have. Even after you used me.”

“What..”

“That’s enough.” Jeno snarls. His teeth bared like some crazed animal. Chest rippling demonstrating the pure rage shooting throughout his limbs. “Get the fuck out! All of you! GET THE FUCK OUT.”

Haechan stands, stretching his neck side to side. Dropping the hold on you, he moves easily. Grabbing his belongings.

“You’ve always been a fucking asshole Jeno.” He spits out. Venom leaking with each word, glancing at your lost expression before stepping out. It was too fast, it was all happening too fast.

His friends back away, holding out their palms. Asking for forgiveness without asking. Gathering up clothes shoved into piles off-camera. Renjun grimacing when he notices the red blinking light still recording everything. Smoothly shutting the camera off before exiting like he should have before. Leaving the streams chat a mess of fans screaming, claiming false accusations. Betting this would be a skit that would end in fucking their favorite step-sister unconscious.

“Why are you just sitting there.” Jeno barks, startling you. Looking up to find his eyes blaring into you.

“What?..what do you mean?! Jeno I didn’t..”

“Are you fucking serious right now?!” Jeno shouts. Reaching for hair, gathering clumps in a painful pull. He looks deranged. Every vein tracing his figure nearly throbbing.

“Jeno!” You stand to stop him. Only to be met with nothing as you reach for him. Jeno too quick, rushing to back away from you.

“Don’t fucking touch me! Just leave! I can’t..” he chokes out. Water filling his broken stare. “I can’t..I can’t stand looking at you. I can’t fucking stand you existing right now. Just leave.”

“This isn’t fair!” You panic. Wrapping around yourself, terrified. Jeno never cried..not in front of you.

“I can’t do this with you anymore.” Jeno glares at you. An emotional and cold look speaking volumes setting off bombs in your ears. “You..”

Jeno sighs, a heavy sigh. The will to fight and try leaving him with it. His neck falling back, hands shaking away any feeling left. The skin over his knuckles tender after clenching them for so long.

“You don’t love me.” Jeno whispers, huffing a breath of air from his nose. Cutting you off before you can protests the accusation. “You never have. Just leave.”

He steps out, bedroom door slamming shut behind him. Leaving you alone, again.

——————————————————————

The phone rings three times, leaving you biting your nails in panic. Each ring sounding longer than the last.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me..”

“Yea. I know.”

“Can I come over?”

“..okay.”

a/n: as usual, not really proofed😅💙

I wish we’d never fucked and I mean that—>

@seuomo @unknown5tar @sunoosi @ahsshilee-me @nabi-nono @nc-teen @if-i-like-i-reblog @johnjaespeach @nohyuckieduckie @gomjohnny @xxhoseoksie

rainy day (m.)

pairing: 00 line + mark x female reader

genre: filthy, dirty, shameless smut, some mxm, literally a sixsome, idk what else you expect from me at this point

words: 4.5k

The rain pelting against the window only serves as more of an excuse for you to press yourself closer to Jaemin. He winds his arm around your waist and drags you closer to him on the sofa, smiling softly when you throw your leg over his and rest your head on his shoulder. Jeno whines and presses himself closer to you in turn, complaining about being left out. You lean into the touch and hum softly.

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