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RULE NUMBER 1: DON’T FALL IN LOVE

PAIRING: jeno × fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, fake dating, fluff, slight angst, unprotected sex, drunk sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, penetration, usage of nicknames, themes of jealousy, mentions of jaemin and other dreamies, mentions of karina and yunjin, lmk if i missed anything!

WORD COUNT: 16.2k words

SYNOPSIS: your ex getting a girlfriend after just two weeks of breakup was enough to infuriate you to the point where you had to step up and make him regret breaking your heart. solution? fake date his best friend and make him jealous!

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, my loves <3 i couldn’t get lee jeno out of my head and here we are now :3 i hope you guys enjoy it! i wanna thank my loves @ddeonuism and @celeste-hoon for helping me with the ideas and dialogues <3 all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all and happy reading <33

Drink and forget. 

That was your plan for the night, and what’s a better way to achieve it than attending a party with your friends? 

“Woah! Girl, slow down,” Yunjin scolded you, taking the shot glass out of your hand, “it’s been half an hour, Y/n. If you take another shot then you’re going back to the dorm.”

You groaned, “you know why I’m doing this Yun. I should’ve listened to you and Rina.”

Hyuck whined, “what’s the point anymore? You didn’t listen to them and still fell for him instead of me which resulted in him breaking your heart.” 

That earned him a smack on his head by Ningning, who now turned to you with a smile to lighten up your mood, “it’s been two weeks already, babe! Let’s forget about him and dance—” she said, her last word trailed off as she stared at the party entrance, the same time the music got loud. 

“I can’t believe he left so easily,” you whispered to yourself, gulping down your sentiments before paying attention to where your friends were staring, turning around to look at the entrance gate. 

There he was, the reason why you had been cooped up in your room, crying your heart out. The reason why you were drinking to numb your feelings, yet it all went downhill the second your eyes fell on him. 

Na Jaemin. 

His walk was confident, his sculpted face looked more charming than ever as he sported his ever so gradient smile looking indifferent to what had happened between you both. 

Topping it all, he had a girl clinging on to his arm, giggling as she pulled his arm to be pressed between her tits. She was clad in a mini dress which barely hid her ass and your friends glanced back at you with a nervous expression on their faces. 

Your face, however, remained stoic as you exhibited no sign of emotions despite feeling the anger burning up inside you, your fist clenching as you saw them walk towards your group. 

You couldn’t believe how Jaemin was the same guy who used to give you shy smiles whenever your groups used to sit together as he was a close friend of Mark and Hyuck. 

Your friends had warned you, they did, but you were so blinded by his innocent face and pure smile which held secret promises of sincerity and a hope of something more. You took your time to notice that he cared for you, even waiting outside your classes with a bouquet at times. 

He had you swooning, ignoring the warnings and signs you should have seen coming. His sweet talk lured you right into his trap, and you found yourself saying yes to him in a heartbeat, marking the onset of your honeymoon phase. It was dreamy, to the point even your friends were convinced he had changed his ways and finally decided to settle down. 

Yet, deep inside you could feel your gut telling you that it won’t last, and he proved it just right when he forgot your one month anniversary, when he forgot the flavour of your favourite ice cream, when he didn’t bother calling you or taking you out on dates. 

When he admitted that he was bored and wanted out. 

It lasted for two months before he decided to break up, leaving you standing by yourself in your dorm, tears cascading down your face before your roommates heard a broken cry leave your mouth. Yunjin and Karina never left your side after that. 

Others tried to talk some sense into Jaemin but it was as useful as a chocolate teapot. 

The hope of him regretting his decision went downhill when you saw him with this new girl, barely two weeks after your break up, the corner of his lips turned up into his usual smirk as he stood in front of you all, getting no smile or greetings yet he didn’t mind. 

It was a rare sight to see his best friend frowning, nonetheless a frown of disappointment settled on Jeno’s lips. 

Despite the loud music and the array of sweaty bodies dancing all over the room, you could feel the deafening silence in the circle of your group until a small whine came out of Jaemin’s new girl toy, who pouted and whispered something in his ear, giving you the opportunity to look at Yunjin, who looked equally disgusted at the exchange. 

The girl must have asked him to introduce her because he nodded with his usual smile, turning around to face everyone as he spoke up, “hey guys! Meet my new girlfriend.” He motioned at her to speak up. 

Her fake giggle made you want to throw up, and you noticed how you weren’t the only one who felt this way as Hyuck excused himself from the conversation, rolling his eyes, which made you smile. 

That didn’t stop her, “hi guys!” She exclaimed, dragging out the hi, “I’m Linda.”

A series of snorts and coughed up laughs emerged as she proceeded to introduce herself, which included you who tried your best not to laugh at her oblivious state, completely disregarding the fact that she was not welcomed here. 

No matter how heartbroken you were, feeling like a fool as Jaemin’s eyes took your outfit in wasn’t something you’d allow to happen. You didn’t bother excusing yourself as you left the circle, Yunjin following you in a beat as you just missed the whine Linda let out at your disrespectful actions. 

“The fucking audacity?” Yunjin was furious, your inner turmoil matching her expression, “I can’t believe he’s got the nerve to bring that bimbo here.”

You wasted no time in gulping down your fourth shot, no one bothered to stop you this time, knowing well you needed it as you tried to keep your tears at bay, it was too late to say you regretted saying yes to the player. 

Your body felt hot as your mind clouded into a hazier state, the confidence overpowered your painful state, your legs taking you to your friends who knew you were drunk beyond your capacity as you danced with them, rolling your body and letting yourself free. 

Yet the one thing that never left your mind was revenge. 

You wanted revenge. 

The booming voice of your alarm clock was successful in contributing to your raging headache as you opened your eyes with a deep groan, feeling disoriented and your hangover building up. 

“Fuck—” you muttered, shutting up your alarm. 

You were surprised to notice the medicines and a bottle of water that was kept on your nightstand, and you didn’t waste a second before gulping it down to help your headache as well as your parched throat. 

Being grateful that it was a Sunday, you slumped back down, trying to recall the night but the only memory that stayed in your head was the one of Linda squishing Jaemin’s arm on her boobs. Your jaw clenched at how easily he moved on. 

Just then, Karina entered the room with a small smile. She was the only one who looked normal as she wasn’t at the party yesterday. 

“Oh! I was just coming to wake you up. We’re all going out for brunch since no one is in their right mind to cook,” she informed you with an amused look, noticing how you were still wearing your dress from last night.  

A shower was exactly what you needed at the given point as you tried your best to get ready in fifteen minutes, your mind filled with ideas to take revenge, no matter how childish it sounded. But how? Well, searching the net didn’t help much. You weren’t going to post a bad picture of him in the name of revenge.  

It also wouldn’t work because it was impossible for him to have a bad picture. 

You sighed, linking your arms with Yunjin and Karina as you got out of the car which the latter drove as you walked inside your usual diner to see everyone sitting together after aligning the tables. 

Hyuck pulled you to sit with him, he barely had his eyes open as Mark went on telling everyone how Hyuck got pissed drunk last night and made out with his knee while crying. 

The scene was easy to imagine which made you all burst into laughter at the poor boy who could only whine, “your knee tastes like mustard!” 

The laughter died down when you felt a repeat of yesterday happening yet again. It was a friends only brunch, but apparently, Jaemin’s Linda didn’t get the memo. 

You could see his best friend trailing behind him yet again and you wondered how Jeno handled Jaemin despite his actions which now made everyone uncomfortable to some extent. 

“Should I punch that asshole?” Hyuck asked, whispering in your ear and you sighed for the tenth time today, shaking your head as you completely ignored the two people and focused on eating and chatting with the ones who made you feel better, however, you could feel Jaemin’s eyes staring at you. 

You just wanted to go back, already tired of the couple who couldn’t keep their public display of affection at bay. Now you were sure it wasn’t just the hangover that made you wanna puke. 

“I think I just lost my appetite,” you commented, causing the guy in front of you to snigger. 

You looked up for the first time to see Jeno sitting opposite to you, sending you a smile once he saw you looking his way, which you returned easily. 

He usually kept to himself and he wasn’t the talkative one in the group. You had only talked to him while greeting him whenever your groups met, and once when Jaemin got drunk beyond control at a party and so you had to call Jeno to pick him up. Your interactions were limited to him because of one person. 

Your smile dropped the second you heard that annoying giggle again, Jeno only looked your way with a small frown after as you averted your gaze back to your lap, gulping down your anger. 

The sound of a message notification from your phone grabbed your attention, and you opened it to find your group chat being active. 

Uni haters 🤬👊🏼 (minus Jaemin)

mOrk: uhh yo guys this is awkward 😬

hyuckie: can’t believe i lost my title of annoying king to jaemin’s gf??? 🤬

ningx2: she’s not even a guy

yunjinnie: but she’s annoying

ningx2: can’t argue w that 🤪

rinaa: let’s just eat and leave as soon as we can, the air is suffocating me 🤕

you: too late i can’t eat anymore 🤡

injun: im leaving i can’t w this bullshit, she didn’t even wear her wig properly 

mOrk: holy shit? she’s got a wig on?!?! 😨

You laughed as you noticed Renjun calling the waiter for the bill, which you all split as soon as you can and made your way out of the suffocating place, leaving the two in there as Jeno too decided to leave early. 

The drive back home was barely five minutes long, which soothed your nerves as you sang along to old songs Yunjin played on the speakers. 

They could notice how you looked exhausted, but it was more than that, they knew you had something in your mind and it was related to none other than your ex. 

“Okay, what’s going on?” Yunjin asked once you entered your shared dorm room. 

“What do you mean? I’m perfectly fine!” You tried laughing but it came out fake, causing Karina to raise her brows. 

“Spill. Right now,” she ordered, making you sit in between them as you clicked your tongue in annoyance, which wasn’t directed to them. 

“Fine. I want revenge,” you confessed, “he looks so happy and unbothered as if nothing happened? How can he say hi to me as if it’s the most casual thing in this world after he broke up with me saying he got bored? Ugh I hate his guts!” You ranted. 

“So, do you have any plans for that?” Yunjin asked. 

“Not really,” you muttered, “safari really recommended me to flirt with other guys in front of him,” you laughed, picking at the pillow cover of your couch. 

Yunjin refrained herself from snorting, “would he be jealous of a random guy though?” 

Karina laughed along, “yeah it’s not like you can date his best friend to make him jealous?” 

Your eyes widened, your head turning slowly as your lips curled into a devilish grin, immediately causing your friends to exchange nervous glances and speak up. 

“Don’t fucking tell me you’re considering this,” Karina blinked, incredulous. 

“Listen—” you started, only to be cut off midway. 

“No way,” a breathy laugh left Yunjin as she tried to contain her words and make you understand without any cussing. 

“It’s not a bad idea, okay?” You tried to convince her. 

“So what? Are you gonna seduce Jeno?” She asked. 

You laughed which sounded more like a pfft, “of course not, silly! We’ll fake date each other!” You said, face shining as if you had presented the greatest idea known to mankind. 

“Be so for real right now,” Karina deadpanned. 

“Lord, Y/n think straight. This is real life, you’re not in a cheesy rom-com movie or a book,” Yunjin provided her input. 

“I know! But I just have to make him jealous for what? A month before he gets bored of that Linda girlie, and maybe Jeno would agree to it too!” You nodded at the possibilities. 

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Yunjin rubbed her eyes, “me either,” Karina said as they both looked at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher. 

Your smile only got wider, “this is the best way to make it work!” You announced before looking at Karina sheepishly, “please send me Jeno’s number Rina,” you said in a sweet voice, knowing she was the social butterfly of the university before you waved a goodbye at them, walking into your room, formulating a plan alongside. 

“This is gonna be a disaster, right?” Karina asked Yunjin, sighing. 

“Oh definitely, it’ll be a show.”

You walked in your room, contemplating if it would be alright to discuss this on text or if you should meet up with him, the latter option was more plausible yet scary because what if Jeno laughed at you? What if he didn’t agree to work with you for the sake of his friendship. 

With such a stupefied idea, the possibilities were endless. Besides, you weren’t gonna ask for a lot, just a little hand holding, maybe hugging but nothing beyond that. You have to play pretend and smile a lot around each other. That would sell your drama and that would make Jaemin jealous and realize that he lost a gem. 

You waited and thought about it for a few days before finally giving in. 

You took a deep breath, giving yourself a last nod of encouragement before you picked up your phone, saving the number Karina had forwarded you and clicking on his profile before sending a text. 

To: Jeno🐾

You: heyy jeno! 🥰 it’s Y/n, can we meet up? 

You wondered if that emoji was too much, but you did not get enough time to ponder upon it as Jeno texted you back in a minute. 

Jeno🐾:  Hey, Y/n :) sure, is everything okay?

You: yess! i just need to talk to you about something :3

Jeno🐾: How about Starbucks at 5? 

You: perfect, i’ll be there ^^

Jeno🐾: See you <3

Your mouth widened at the heart at the end of the text, before you brushed it off, thinking that he sent it by mistake. You kept your phone on the nightstand, standing in front of your closet to select an outfit for your meeting. 

The plan was made, you just had to discuss it with Jeno but you had never talked to him before, maybe that is why your heartbeat rose up. He was a good looking guy, there’s no denying that and you’ve heard that he was one of the smart ones too. 

You bit your lip as you straightened out your top, rethinking your life decisions. There was no backing out now. You looked in the mirror again, satisfied with your outfit and makeup. You knew you looked stunning as you grabbed your phone and bag before driving Karina’s car to your desired destination. 

The place was almost empty except for a few people who sat and worked on their laptops. It was easy to spot Jeno, his dark hair shone under the dim lights of the cafe, he pushed his specs up for it to rest on his perfectly pointy nose, his lips parted ever so slightly as he focused on reading a book which you had never heard the name of. 

His aura looked calming, which boosted your confidence as you made your way towards the table he was sitting at. It was near the window, at the end of the cafe, which gave you enough privacy. Somehow the seating choice felt very Jeno to you. 

Clearing your throat, you mustered up your courage, smiling slightly. “Hey, Jeno!” You spoke, looking him in the eye. 

That was enough to capture his attention, he looked up at you with a smile that reached his eyes. 

He looked adorable. 

“Y/n! Hey, come sit please,” he said, gesturing at the seat on the opposite side of him. 

His eyes were soft as they looked at you sitting down, noticing a strand of hair which you tucked behind your ear, finally looking up at him, trying to find the right words to start the conversation. 

“Isn’t it weird how we’ve never talked before?” You chuckled, causing him to nod with a small laugh. 

“That’s true. How can I help you today?” He asked, keeping the book aside, carefully placing a bookmark before doing so. 

You kept your confident smile on, “I needed your help with this hypothesis I have,” you nodded as you explained it to him, and he was sure that the meet up was for academic purposes now, “so I need to take a little survey. Can you answer some questions for me?” You asked.

He nodded as you took out a notepad and pen from the bag you were carrying. 

“Sure, I’d be glad to help,” he smiled, eyes turning into soft crescents, which you stopped to stare for a second too long before realizing that he was waiting for your questions. 

You snapped out of your daze as you started scribbling on your notepad, “your full name?” 

“Don’t you know it?” He asked, confused. 

“Shh just answer, it’s the official protocol.” You huffed. 

“Lee Jeno.”

“Gender?” 

“Seriously—” 

“Just say it!” 

“Okay, fine. Male.”

“What’s your age?”

“I’m 23.”

“Introvert, extrovert or ambivert?”

“Introverted.”

“Marital status?”

“What?”

“Single? Okay. So on a scale of one to ten, how willing are you to help me get back at your best friend by being my fake boyfriend?” You asked, your smile never faltering. 

Jeno blinked once, then twice. “You lost me on that one,” he spoke up. 

His eyes displayed a mixture of shock and amusement, and maybe it was your figment of imagination that you saw him snigger but you weren’t the one to give up. 

Your lips jutted out in a pout, eyes shiny as you looked up at him, “c’mon! You won't let a girl beg for a little help, right? Especially when she was hurt so very deeply by the said ex, right?” 

Jeno looked at you, your pout only deepening in the hopes of him accepting your idea. He only leaned on his arm, coming closer with an enthralled smile. 

“So what you’re suggesting here is that I fake date you to get back at my best friend for hurting you?” He confirmed and you nodded enthusiastically, “how’s it going to work?”

“Easy! Jaemin isn’t the one who gets affected by a lot of things but if I date his best friend, that’s you, then he would get jealous and would regret breaking up with me,” you explained, “then I won’t take him back,” you announced, triumphant. 

Jeno nodded, as if contemplating whether the offer was worth it, “what do I get out of it?” He asks. 

“A fake and pretty girlfriend of course,” you smiled, “and a chance to teach your best friend some manners,” you shrugged as if it was a win-win situation. 

Jeno’s expression didn’t give out what he was thinking and you were patiently looking at him for some sort of answer, hopefully a positive one. 

“Do I have time to think?” He asks. 

“I would give you some but then I’m an anxious being,” you stated which elicited a laugh out of him as he never expected that coming out of you. 

But he had seen it all, the way Jaemin behaved with you. He forgot all important dates, gave priority to his parties and the friend group which was potentially harmful for him, not to mention that his reason for breaking up was worse than the worst excuse, saying he got bored, only to find a girl two weeks later. Jeno truly hated Linda as she accidentally broke his favourite vase while he made out with Jaemin in their shared apartment. 

“Fine. How are we going to go about this?” Jeno sighed, giving in finally as he saw your face practically lighting up with excitement. 

“Wait! Does this mean you’re in?” You asked just to be sure. 

“I don’t think I have any other option,” he teases but you don’t mind, you were simply enjoying the feel of victory already, “so, now what?” He asks, finally realizing what he had gotten himself into. 

Fake dating. 

“Now, we’re going to set some ground rules, which of course, we’ll write down and sign as a contract,” you say, getting a page out of your notepad. 

“Like that one movie by Jenny Han?” He raised his brows. 

You stopped to think for a second, “yeah but it’s not like we’ll fall in love or something,” you shrugged with a laugh and he nodded. 

Y/n and Jeno’s rules of fake dating! <3

Don’t fall in love 

Hand holding is okay

Drive to the uni together 

Nicknames are a must!

Kissing is not allowed!!

Don’t tell anyone except for Yunjin and Karina 

Break up once the goal is reached. 

Goal: make Jaemin regret breaking up!! (Additional: get rid of Linda)

Signatures

You passed the sheet to Jeno, “anything you’d like to change?” You asked as he read it all, and you noticed his brows slightly scrunching as he did so, exactly how they were scrunched when he was reading his book earlier. 

“I’m assuming you told your friends already,” he pointed out rule number six, to which you nodded sheepishly. 

“No kissing?” He asked, “you know no one’s gonna buy it if we don’t kiss, right? But of course, if you’re not comfortable then it’s fine.”

You bit your lower lip, wondering if you should consider it since he was right. Kissing is the easiest way to show affection, “I think you’re right, we’ll do it only when it’s required,” you said, and he nodded. 

You wondered how he was so calm with all of this, and you liked that he was asking questions about it all. 

“What’s with the nicknames?” He read rule number four. 

“Jaemin is big on nicknames, I bet he calls you some too. He used to call me princess,” you sighed, remembering how it used to be. It hurt but the current hatred overtook that feeling. 

“Alright, sweetheart,” he whispered. 

Your eyes widened at his deep tone, but he only smiled, “just practising,” he said and you nodded, gulping down. 

“Okay, so is the list done?” You inquired. 

“Yeah, I just have to add one thing,” he said, scribbling down another rule while you asked him random questions. 

“Have you ever dated before?” 

He shook his head, “you’re my first,” he winked, and you wondered how he was so good at flirting. 

“So—” you were going to ask another question but it seems like he knew what it was. 

“I know I’m silent but it doesn’t mean I’m inexperienced,” he stated, and you were amused as it was the first time he saw him being this way, “besides, this deal of ours would benefit me by driving the girls away.”

“Right,” you snickered, looking at what he had written, “why PDA?” you asked. 

“Because that’s the key to irritate Jaemin, especially with Linda around who sees no other seat but Jaem’s lap,” he explained as your face scrunched at the image. 

“You really are smart,” you muttered, signing the contract before handing it to him, who was quick to sign it too before you extended your hand. 

His big hand encased yours in a handshake and you couldn’t help, but notice how his fingers were slender, veins visible on his hands as his grip was firm on your hand. 

You had sealed the deal. 

Y/n and Jeno’s rules of fake dating! <3

Don’t fall in love 

Hand holding is okay

Drive to the uni together 

Nicknames are a must!

Kissing is not allowed!!

Don’t tell anyone except for Yunjin and Karina 

Break up once the goal is reached. 

PDA whenever the target is around!

Goal: make Jaemin regret breaking up!! (Additional: get rid of Linda)

Y/n       Jeno 

Signatures

“Listen, I know plans don’t work at times, there’s no reason to be sad over it—wait why are you smiling? There’s no way—” Yunjin asked as soon as you entered your dorm after your meeting with Jeno. 

“He agreed,” you squealed. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Jeno? The scholar guy who’s silent for the majority of the time, the guy who’s never had a girlfriend before, he agreed to fake date you?” Karina’s mouth was hung open and you only nodded excitedly. 

They both looked at each other before nodding, “now, you need a day out. We’re talking waxing, getting your hair done, and preferably your nails too since you’ve had that colour for too long and new clothes—” they made a list as they successfully dragged you out for all of it the next day, saying it’s a little something they’d want to contribute to your fake dating strategy. 

You didn’t mind a bit of it, being pampered was something you loved and it was long due as you had devoted all your time to crying after your breakup. 

It was when Monday rolled by when it finally settled in. You were going to pretend to date Lee Jeno, in front of everyone. Your friends gave you last minute pep talks and you were more than glad that they had decided to help you dress up too. Just then your phone rang with a notification. 

Jeno🐾: Morning, sunshine <3 Ready to sell our show? 

You: good morning!! i'm more than ready! are you tho? 👀

Jeno🐾: I’m already waiting for you outside, love ;)

You almost choked on the water you were drinking as you remembered the rules. You had to go to the university with him, “bye guys! He’s here,” you said to your roommates, getting up and grabbing your bag as you made your way out in a hurry. 

Jeno was standing by his car as he lived in the apartments and not the dorms, which was ten minutes away from your university campus. As for your dorms, they were a solid five minutes walk from your room. 

He looked up from your phone as he heard you walking closer to him, “hey,” he smiled. 

“So punctual, you’re right on time,” you said, “seems like you’re excited.”

He chuckled, opening the passenger seat door for you, “I can’t say I’m not excited to see other’s reactions,” he admitted as you sat down inside, thanking him softly. 

Jaemin had never once opened the door for you. 

He got in the car, focusing on the road, “what’s the goal for today, princess?” He asked in his deep tone. 

You blamed your overly sensitive skin for the tingling you felt due to his voice, also sitting to notice how his face looked like a sculpture.  

“Soft launching our relationship,” you answered, clicking his picture. 

“In the cafeteria, during lunch then?” 

“Exactly! You just have to sit next to me and smile, that’ll be enough for Hyuck to suspect something,” you explained the basic plan just in time as you reached the university parking lot. 

“Why? Do I never smile?” He asked, getting his seatbelt off. 

“You do, but only to our group. Others get a neutral expression only,” you pointed out as if you had analysed him fully. 

“Wait,” he stopped you from opening the car door, getting out and opening it for you with a tiny smile. 

Well that worked since people were nosy enough to notice a girl coming out of Jeno’s car, which is a scene that never occurs. 

He politely offered you his hand as he helped you stand up. His hand was warm juxtaposing your cold ones, as he pulled you towards him, your shoulder pressed against his chest, which you could feel was chiselled, he definitely had pecks. 

“Smile, princess,” he whispered, and you overcame your state of hyper focus on him before putting on your best smile. 

“What are we doing?” You asked, your smile never faltering. 

Jeno was somehow really good at looking at you with fondness in his eyes, he’d be a nice theatre guy if he takes up acting. 

“Dropping my girlfriend to her class, of course,” he said smoothly, and you started walking, hand in hand. 

“You’re pretty good at this. Are you sure it’s your first time?” You teased, noticing others staring at your hands. 

“Why? Do you think I’m a good boyfriend?” He asked back and you were truly amazed to see him retorting to your questions, given that you had barely seen him talk before. 

He felt your hand slipping and quickly intertwined your fingers. The gesture made sure to send a shiver down your spine. 

Jaemin never held your hand while walking. 

“We’re just getting started, we’ll see how it goes,” you suggested, causing him to nod and continue the conversation you had left off. 

“So what you were saying back in the car is that people perceive me as someone who’s mean?” He tilted his head in question. 

“Of course not! They perceive you as someone who’s unapproachable.” You say seriously, you both stopped walking as you had reached the class. 

He blinked at you once. You blinked back. 

And you both burst out into soft laughter before he ruffled your hair slightly, bending down to your level, “study well, princess.” He winked, walking away to attend his own lecture. 

You tried your best to focus on the lecture as you jotted down the notes alongside, however the feeling of thrill kept your leg bouncing the entire time, your mind working out possible scenarios with everyone’s reactions. 

Soon, the classes were over and it was the time for your lunch break, which also meant that it was the time for you and Jeno to act in front of everyone else. 

“We’ll cheer for you,” Karina said and you could only laugh at her expression. She still couldn’t believe that you were going through with this. 

From the entrance of the big cafeteria, you could easily spot the table where everyone had already assembled. 

“Ready?” A deep voice whispered in your ear, successfully causing you to jump back. 

But Jeno was quick to grab your waist and pull you closer before you could trip, his eyes equally widened as yours, “god! You scared me,” you said, breathing in deeply to calm your heart. 

You could feel his scent infiltrating your senses, it was a perfect blend of woody and citrus, which was also paired with slight musk and mandarin. He smelled really good. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he said, letting go so you could stand straight. 

His eyes were full of worry, mouth slightly agape and you smiled to let him know you were okay. “Now, smile and talk,” you said as you both walked into the cafeteria. 

“Do I really never smile?” He asked you, “because people are staring.”

“I told you already! You smile only with our friends and we have never really talked before, at least in front of others,” you laughed. 

The whole group went silent as the two of you approached. Haechan was the first one to raise his eyebrows as you sat down with him, but Jeno didn’t sit next to Jaemin. Instead, he sat down next to you. 

Linda, as usual, was sitting on his lap, but that didn’t stop Jaemin from staring at you and Jeno. 

“Something is fishy,” Hyuck pointed out. 

“What is?” You asked, feigning innocence. 

Jeno was silent when he wrapped his strong arm around your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him. You could feel your stomach tingling, and he simply smiled your way. 

“Firstly, I saw you getting out of Jeno’s car in the morning,” Hyuck noted, “secondly, he was holding your hand and he walked you to the class. Thirdly, he’s been smiling nonstop.”

“Dude, no way!” Mark simply laughed, thinking it’s another one of Hyuck’s joke. 

Ningning looked lost while Renjun seemed to be focusing on your expression, “I don’t think it’s one of his jokes this time,” he said. 

“It’s really not!” Hyuck whined, glad that Renjun was agreeing. 

“Does this mean—” Mark’s eyes widened. 

“—that they’re dating,” Yunjin said, acting her best as she widened her eyes, almost standing up at the confession. 

A series of gasps left their mouths, “what?” They collectively exclaimed. 

You tried your best to hold in your laugh as Jeno turned to look at you, and from the side of your eyes, you could notice Jaemin staring at you deeply with his jaw clenched. 

“They are! Look! He’s got his arm around her waist,” Hyuck exclaimed in an overdramatic way. 

“Guys—” you tried to say but Jeno stopped you. 

“It’s fine, princess. They know now,” he smiled, pulling you even closer in a side hug. 

That caused Ningning, Mark and Haechan to scream while Linda squealed, jumping on Jaem’s lap. 

Jeno caressed the corner of your lip adoringly, “no need to hide it from our friends, baby,” he said before looking up, “Hyuck is right, we are dating.”

“What the fuck?”

“Since when?”

“Excuse me?”

“Did you fuck?”

All eyes turned to Ningning in disbelief as she asked the question, “what? I’m curious,” she shrugged, everyone looking at Jaemin subtly to observe his reaction. 

You leaned into Jeno’s chest, making yourself comfortable as you saw everyone chatting excitedly, your eyes settling on your ex for just a moment to see his furrowed brows and hardened eyes, a vein popping out from his neck. 

Day one, successful. 

“So you’re dating now, huh?” Jaemin’s voice asked Jeno as he entered their shared apartment. 

Jaemin was sitting on the couch, face devoid of expressions as he asked the question. 

Jeno chuckled softly, gripping his bag tighter as he walked into the room, standing in front of Jaemin, “yeah. Who would’ve seen that coming?”

That caused the other boy to chuckle along, but it sounded strained, almost ending with a scoff, “I certainly didn’t see it coming.”

“You don’t sound happy for me,” Jeno said, his tone teasing. 

Jaemin was trying hard to keep his smile up, “What makes you think so?”

“Your smile. It’s strained,” Jeno pointed out, grabbing the bottle of beer in front of Jaemin and taking a sip out of it. 

Jaemin clicked his tongue, looking Jeno dead in the eye, “how can you date her? What happened to the bro code?” 

Jeno remained calm, “why? Weren’t you the one who was done with her?”

“She’s my fucking ex, Jeno,” he snapped. 

“That’s right, she’s your ex. She’s not yours anymore, she’s my girl.” Jeno smiled, keeping the beer back on the table before walking away. 

“Oh! And, try to be happy for us now, I don’t want my princess to be sad because of us, yeah?” Jeno gave him his infamous eye smile before returning to his room.

The plan was working. 

You didn’t have morning classes the next day, which is why you had to walk to the main campus instead of getting a ride with your fake boyfriend. Yet you left your dorm an hour before your lecture to meet up with Jeno as he had something to tell you. 

The one thing you liked about your University was its beauty, the gardens and fresh flowers only heightened up your spirits as you tried to find Jeno in the garden of the STEM faculty, which was mostly empty. 

You spotted Jeno waiting for you by a tree. He was reading the same book he had in the cafe the other day, you had also noticed how frequently he used to go to libraries during your relationship with Jaemin. He loved to read. 

“Hey,” you said, standing in front of him with a smile. 

“Hey there, princess,” he replied, making you tilt your head. 

“Why are you calling me that? We’re alone right now,” you laughed. 

“For practice, of course,” he said in a beat before he handed you a cup of coffee, the exact one which you get from your favourite cafe nearby. 

“How’d you know?” You blink, surprised at his sweet gesture, also thanking him for it. 

He shrugged, “I’m known to be attentive,” he said. 

Jaemin never knew your favourite drink. 

“Jaemin talked to me yesterday,” he told you as you took a sip of your coffee. 

“Yeah?” You asked, stepping closer to hear what he had to say. 

“Yeah, he truly hates this setting. He asked me how I could date you.”

“Oh my god, he didn’t even hesitate? What did you say back then?” You asked. 

“Hold on—” he said, grabbing your waist and turning you around, his hand resting on the back of your head as he pushed you against the tree. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked, eyes widening as he leaned closer, making your heart beat out of your chest as you looked into his honey brown eyes which were surrounded by little specks of gold. 

“Jaemin,” he breathed out, “he’s here and he’s looking our way.”  

To Jaemin, it might look as if Jeno and you are kissing but his lips are still inches away from yours, his scent pleasing your olfactory receptors as your ex only scoffed and walked away. 

“Oh,” you said in understanding. 

Jeno only chuckled, “so, he went on saying how you are his ex and I shouldn’t be dating you,” he continued to tell you the story. 

Only Lee Jeno can talk so calmly in such a compromising position. You wondered if Jaemin had left already. 

“What did you reply?” You asked, voice coming out in a whisper as your body became aware of his hand which rested on your waist. 

“That you’re not his anymore,” he claimed, “that you’re mine now.” He said, breathily. 

You gulped down your nervousness. You knew it was a part of the act yet you couldn’t help but feel your skin tingling ever so slightly as you nodded. 

“Is he gone?” You asked, referring to Jaemin. 

Jeno blinked twice, finally looking up to see no sign of your ex anymore as he stepped back and you breathed in deeply. 

“The plan is working perfectly then,” you let out softly. 

He nodded, eyes crinkling. 

“I almost forgot,” you gasped, “Yunjin gave me this idea that we should go on a date!” 

“A date?” He asked, knowing that it’ll just be the two of you there. 

“Yes. It’s honestly just to make it believable. We can go out, click pictures and have a good time by eating good food,” you said, looking in his eyes for confirmation. 

“Sure, let’s do that,” he agreed, making you smile as you said you’d text him the details before rushing to your lecture. 

Jeno simply leaned back, staring at your rushing figure with tender eyes. 

Another week had gone by swiftly and the only thing that bothered you were the girls who came up to you, asking if you were truly in a relationship with Jeno, to which you said yes with the sweetest smile you could muster, crushing all their hopes of having a future with your fake boyfriend. 

Hyuck was hellbent on knowing more about this newfound relationship of yours, Ningning simply wanted to know if the calm and silent guy was good in bed, Yunjin and Karina were amazing at acting as if they didn’t know it was fake. Mark approached Jeno as he tried to get a few tips out of him since Mark wanted to man up and confess to his crush. 

As for Jaemin, you haven't seen him for the past two days. He didn’t sit with your group during lunch, nor was in any of your shared lectures. Even his girlfriend came to ask you guys if you had seen him. Only Jeno knew that Jaemin had spent the past two days drinking at their apartment. 

That was the least of your concerns as Ningning kept asking you random questions. 

“Favourite hair colour on guys?” She asked. 

“Black looks heavenly,” you admitted. 

“And haircut?” She asked Karina.

“Anything as long as it’s not a bowl cut,” she winced, distaste for that haircut clear on her face. 

“But guys, undercut looks so fucking hot, you have to admit that,” you pointed out and everyone seemed to agree with you. 

The conversation was casual but Jeno decided to take it up a notch and surprise you with something you had decided upon, yet never executed. 

“Let’s go on a date today, baby,” Jeno suggested, again making everyone stop and stare at you both. 

“Dude, how are you so cool?” Mark whined, wanting to do the same with his crush. 

“I thought you were shy, but I guess the silent ones are the freakiest,” Ningning commented. 

“He’s literally talking about a date, Ning,” you sighed. 

“I can't believe he took you away from me,” Hyuck shook his head as you gave him a look. 

“You guys were never together in the first place,” Karina reminded Hyuck, and he sobbed dramatically. 

Jeno looked at you expectantly, his eyes seemed bigger than usual and you could swear they were shining just the perfect amount. It somehow made you look away, biting your lower lip in the process before you nodded. 

“I’d love to,” you admitted. 

“Perfect, I’ll pick you up at five,” he said, grabbing his bag and swinging it on his right shoulder. 

He noticed how you looked happy this particular day, your face had a certain kind of glow to it and your smile was brighter. It seemed as if you were doing better now, and your friends really loved to see you this way. 

He bent down, touching your cheek tenderly, pressing his lips on your forehead ever so gently, making your eyes flutter close at the soothing sensation. 

“See you then, princess,” he whispered, looking at you one last time before going to attend his next lecture. 

“Did he just?” Hyuck covered his mouth. 

You were just as shocked as the others, not expecting any kind of PDA at all, especially when Jaemin wasn’t around. That was the first time he had done it. You bit your lip yet again, looking down at your lap, trying to contain your smile. 

Yunjin and Karina looked at you before looking at each other with a knowing look. 

Then they smiled, wishing for the best.  

“What do I even wear?” You huff in distress, looking at your roommates who looked like statues seeing your bed full of random clothes tossed around. 

“You can simply ask him where you guys are gonna go, it’s not like you’re actually dating and it’s a surprise,” Karina pointed out. 

You stopped, saying, “you’re right actually,” but then you whined, “I don’t wanna ask him such simple things, help me out guys.”

Yunjin sighed, mustering her stylist expression as she gave your wardrobe and your bed a once over, quickly getting all articles of clothing she wanted before handing them over to you, solving your problem in two minutes maximum. 

“Don’t you think this dress is a little fancy? I mean, we’re probably going to a local cafe,” You asked, cocking your brow. 

“Just trust me and wear this babygirl,” Yunjin said, using her usual nicknames. 

You had just finished applying your lip oil, concluding your makeup as you got a notification from Jeno saying he was outside your dorm. 

You smiled unknowingly at the text, a feeling of excitement, or rather, giddiness creeping up your stomach as you bid your roommates goodbye, grabbing your purse and not forgetting to thank them for tolerating your tantrums. 

Walking out of the dorm and towards the exit, you stopped as you saw Jeno leaning against his car, which wasn’t an unusual sight for you, however, you had never expected to see him in a black jacket, thinking that he’d be clad in his usual hoodies. 

His hair was neatly trimmed as he sported an undercut, which he didn’t have in the morning, meaning he got it cut right after your classes. 

Right after you revealed your liking for the particular haircut. 

“Jeno,” you whispered, walking closer to him, noticing how he wasn’t wearing his usual specs either, probably opting for the lenses instead. 

He was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes fixated on the flower he held in his hand, completely immersed in his thoughts before he looked up to see you standing right in front of him. 

“Y/n,” he murmured, his heart pounding slightly as he noticed the light breeze gently swaying the hem of your dress, “you look beautiful,” he smiled, dissipating your jittering nerves and sending a wave of warmth through your chest. 

“You look so—” you tried to find the right word, eyes never leaving his face as you had never seen him look so bold before, “captivating.”

He laughed at your statement, “here,” he said, extending his arm and passing you the flower he had gotten for you, the tips of your fingers brushed against his ever so slightly, “glad I could captivate you, sweetheart,” he whispered, winking at you. 

You were left stunned, wondering where did he get his sudden boost of confidence from as you sat inside his car, watching him start the car, gripping the steering wheel normally, yet it made the veins of his hands pop out. 

You cleared your throat, “so, where are you taking me today?” You asked him. 

“Well, that’s something you’ll have to wait and see,” he teased, building up your anticipation. 

“Okay, is it far though?” You asked, falling into a conversation with him so easily, and he told you it would be an hour long drive, making you wonder where you were off to. 

There was something so endearing about others sharing their favourite things and talking about them, you loved to hear all of it and you felt even better seeing Jeno comfortable around you as he went on telling you about the books he’d been reading and recommending the ones you’d like. 

One hour felt like a few minutes with him, time passing by effortlessly. Your lips parted in surprise once you saw where you were.

It was the fancy restaurant you’d been wishing to visit from the past year, but never got a chance to do so, “oh my god, I really wanted to come here to eat,” you told him, smile brightening and you were glad you had dressed up for it. 

“I know,” he said, extending his arm for you to hold. 

You looked at him, incredulous, “how?” 

“I asked Karina,” he admitted as you held on to his arm softly. 

You were thoroughly surprised at his revelation, knowing that he could’ve taken you to any normal place nearby but he chose this. You were in awe at how beautiful the interior was as you focused on the little details here and there. 

“You didn’t have to do so much, Jeno,” you whispered, loving how his skin shone under the light of the chandelier. 

He shook his head softly, eyes never leaving your face, “I know it’s a fake date but it doesn’t mean that I’ll take you to our usual cafés, you deserve more than that.”

You breathed in softly, breaking eye contact and looking at your fiddling fingers. You felt as if your heart was beating out of your chest. Everything he did felt so genuine and well thought of. He cared about your likes and dislikes, he always took a note of your preferences. 

Jaemin never did that. 

“You’re too fucking sweet,” you muttered under your breath so he can’t hear it. 

“Hm?” He asked, menu in his hands as he scanned it thoroughly for all possible options. 

“Nothing,” you smiled, getting your phone out and clicking a few candid pictures of him, which did capture his attention. 

“What’s that for?” He looked at you with big eyes, his face giving out the cutest expressions despite him looking tough in his undercut and newfound style. 

“Why not? Can’t post my boyfriend on my story now?” You asked cheekily. 

It was something you both had decided you’d do, the likes and replies flooded in soon as your friends were flabbergasted at the fact that Jeno had cut his hair and dressed up so well. 

You both decided upon the dishes you wished to have and the waiter noted it down kindly, leaving you two alone to talk after. 

“Won't you post me too?” You asked. 

“I will, you just have to wait for a while. I promise it’ll be the prettiest picture ever,” he said, full of confidence. 

“Well, that’s a challenge then because I don’t usually like my photos,” you smirked and he leaned in. 

“We’ll see how that goes,” he challenged. 

It was great that you could share any kind of emotions with him, whether it was you being goofy, him being silent, or you being nervous as he turns to be confident. It was a mix of everything. 

Soon, your food was served to you and even the scent of the scrumptious meal was enough to make your mouth water as you hummed with delight with just one bite, saying it melted just perfectly in your mouth. 

You didn’t notice him watching your eager face, loving your reaction as he felt like he did the right thing bringing you here. Until you catch him watching you. 

“Is there something on my face?” You asked cluelessly, pouting as you ate another bite. 

“Actually, yeah there is,” he said, leaning closer to caress the corner of your lip with his thumb, brushing away the crumbs gently as you simply sat with your heart pounding at his gesture. Even more so when he smiled, licking his thumb, “all done.” 

“You’re really so good at it,” you muttered, and this time he heard it. 

“At what?”

“If you do this,” you said, gesturing at your lip, “to any girl then she’ll definitely swoon over you.”

He raised his brow, “why? Did you like it that much?” 

An awkward chuckle left your mouth as you tried to dismiss his question, “I’m just saying,” you state, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. 

He only laughed, “alright, sweetheart.”

You whined, and the other families around looked at you both with soft eyes, thinking you both were cute together as his eyes turned into crescents at your behaviour. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so at ease being out with someone. That wasn’t just all, Jeno insisted on taking you to another place for a little walk. Night had fallen as you walked together on a rather empty bridge, yet it was a pretty sight—water reflecting the glistening stars along with the crescent moon. 

“How’s Jaemin?” You asked all of a sudden, not noticing Jeno’s smile faltering for a fraction of a second. 

“He’s coping in his own way. I bet he’ll be back to uni tomorrow. But he definitely regrets it,” Jeno lets out slowly, “isn’t that your goal?” 

You stop walking, trying to find the right words, “yeah,” you whispered,  “but it’s not over until he confronts me himself. I need some closure,” you said, looking at him with a teasing smile now, “why? Don’t wanna be with me anymore?” 

He licked his lips, biting his tongue as he smiled, which you noticed was another habit of his, “of course not. It’s good to have someone to talk to.”

“Yeah? Then tell me more about you,” you said, looking at the water as you folded your arms over the railing. 

He was silent for a few seconds, joining you to lean on the railing, “I’ve always been the shy kid I guess. I was the one who always used to read sitting in the corner of a class and so, I never really had friends.”

You didn’t glance at him, letting him speak freely. Jeno was one of the kindest souls you had ever met and it was obvious even in the little time you had known him. You wanted him to be happy. 

“Jaemin was my friend ever since we were kids, our families are really close so he was forced to befriend me. He didn’t mind it, he was the kindest child and helped me talk to others, he was also the reason why I met you guys,” he sighed, “Jaem was always first when it came to everything, he led the way for me and I let him do that each time.” He turned his head, looking your way as he whispered, “until I realized I should’ve been the first this one time.”

You couldn’t understand what he was referring to, yet you understood that Jaemin was dear to him, however his recent actions caused him to drift apart from Jeno. 

A flash of light took you out of your trance. Jeno had clicked your picture, “show!” You said, almost jumping closer to him and his shoulders rose up as he laughed when you tried to get his phone from his hands. 

“You’ll see when I post it,” he said. 

You whined again, “but what if I look bad in the picture?”

“You can’t ever look bad, sweetheart,” he said earnestly and you could feel your cheeks heating up as you closed your mouth shut, biting your lip as you looked away shyly. 

He chuckled, “let’s get you home now.”

You checked the time on your wristwatch, “oh, yeah. It’s late.”

You both started walking towards his car, getting off the bridge as Jeno saw you shiver with the sudden gust of chilly air hitting you. 

He wasted no time in getting his jacket off and passing it to you, “here, it’s cold.”

Your eyes widened to see him wearing nothing but a white tank underneath which displayed his muscles as the moonlight accentuated it further. You never knew he worked out, your eyes travelling to his arms which were veiny. 

Jeno looked unreal, almost like the bad boys you’d see in a movie but his well sculpted face made him look like a Greek god. He really had it all. 

You didn’t even notice you had stopped walking as Jeno wrapped his jacket around your figure, smiling slightly as you reached the car, his scent enveloped you aa you hugged the jacket closer to you.  

“T—thank you,” you spoke, mentally slapping yourself for stuttering. 

“Can’t let my girlfriend freeze now, can I?” He stated more than asked. 

He helped you get in the car by opening the door, which he always did. It was another habit of his which you found endearing. He got in the car soon, looking your way before he leaned in all of a sudden, his face inches away from yours, causing you to stop breathing for a few seconds. 

The shape of his lips was beautiful. 

He leaned back soon, dragging the seatbelt with him as he secured you in your seat. The proximity reminded you of how he kissed your forehead in the morning, and your mouth worked before your mind could as you asked him about it. 

“Uh, so—why did you kiss my forehead in the morning?” You inquired. 

He most certainly was not expecting that question, and his expression gave it away, “your friends were watching,” he stated, licking his lips, “and Mark was suspicious as we never kissed before or did anything other than hand holding,” he explained. 

“Did he ask you about it?” You questioned, hugging the jacket closer to your body. 

Jeno hummed as a reply, seeing you get comfortable on the seat with droopy eyelids, he knew you were going to fall asleep soon and he let you. 

His heart could only take so much for one day. 

He made sure to drive safe, glancing at your sleeping figure from time to time and he swore you looked like a baby when you slept. 

You reached back safely and he stopped the car, he didn’t wish to wake you up when you looked so at peace. He called out your name softly, coming closer to pat your shoulder. 

You stirred in your sleep, opening your eyes slowly to find Jeno close to you. 

“We’re here,” he spoke, voice low. 

“Oh,” you blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the street lights as you got out of the car, not expecting Jeno to get out along with you. 

You looked at him in question and he just shrugged, his muscles flexing in the process, “let me walk you to your door,” he said. 

Jaemin never walked you to your door. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of being a gentleman?” You asked with an amused smile. 

“Not when it comes to you,” he uttered quietly. 

Heat rushed up the tip of your ears now that you stood in front of him, “Jeno—” you whispered, “thank you so much for today. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun on a date.”

A fake date, you reminded yourself. 

“It’s good to see you happy,” he took a step closer, “good night, princess.”

He was gentle as he slowly brushed his fingers on your forehead to tuck your hair behind your ear, he leaned in closer, his lips grazing your forehead in a featherlight kiss. You closed your eyes, the warmth of his kiss lingering on your skin as he bid goodbye to you. 

He was walking away by the time you could open your eyes and breathe again, not even bothering to ask for his jacket back from you. 

You looked around your place once to see if your friends were watching this time. 

They weren’t. 

Your room had a tranquil atmosphere as the moonlight coming from the window lit it up. Your roommates were already asleep in their respective rooms as you got changed into your sleepwear and took your makeup off, carefully keeping Jeno’s jacket on the bed, not once thinking that your pillow would exude a scent like him too. 

It was hard to sleep, as if you had a feeling of giddiness bubbling up inside of you. Even after tossing and turning, you couldn’t find a perfect position to sleep, not to mention how your mind had created a montage of today’s date, replaying it over and over. 

You sighed, staring at the ceiling before closing your eyes shut, hoping you’d get some sleep before waking up for Uni in the morning. And slowly, you drifted to dreamland with Jeno’s scent lingering in the air. 

Your alarm clock was your enemy. You really needed a few more minutes to catch up on your sleep, grabbing your phone to see if there’s something that could drive your sleepiness away. 

There was. 

Your picture was the first thing you saw when you opened Instagram, it was posted by Jeno instead of being put up as a story, which was unusual since he only had two pictures on his account—one of him and the other one of his cats. 

A soft gasp left your mouth, heart thumping out of your chest as you saw the picture. The flash made you glow and you had the tiniest hint of a smile on your face as you looked at the night sky. 

It was indeed your prettiest picture anyone had ever captured, it was exactly what Jeno had promised. 

The caption, however, made you turn around and grab your pillow as you screamed into it, kicking your feet. 

My girl, that’s what he wrote in his caption, paired with a red heart. 

You knew it was for show but that didn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach from going feral. It felt too real, the gestures, the little things. It felt more real than your previous real relationship and you weren’t sure how you felt about it. 

It was another day where you had afternoon classes, and so you did not go to the uni with Jeno. You had not liked or commented on the picture yet, pondering about how to go on about this. 

Jeno had texted you twice, wishing you a good morning first and then asking if you had your lunch yet. You were tempted to reply but first, you gained a slight amount of courage and liked his post. 

You typed a comment with the first thing that came to your mind. 

You’re mine forever ❤️

Your cheeks burned up as you kept your phone down on one of the picnic benches kept around the campus, as that was the exact place you were sitting at after your classes had ended. 

A very whiny and feminine voice called out your name, and you looked up to see Linda along with your ex and your fake boyfriend. The smile on her face was sickening and you wondered what they were doing together. 

Yet again, you did not think twice before getting up and burying your face in Jeno’s chest, wrapping your arms around him in an embrace. This shocked Jeno, you could feel him go still for a negligible second before a deep laugh boomed up his chest, you could feel him vibrate as he wrapped his arms around your frame. 

“Missed me that much, baby?” He asked, patting your head. 

Jaemin watched the scene unfold with dark eyes. 

“I missed you so much, baby,” you whispered. 

It was the first time you had used a nickname on anyone, heck you never even called Jaemin that. 

A cough separated you both and now you couldn’t muster up enough courage to look at Jeno while he couldn’t stop looking your way. 

“Linda wants to have lunch together, like a double date,” Jeno told you and you saw Linda nod excitedly. 

“It’s so romantic! We even got the lunch packed, see!” She raised her hand to show you two bags which probably had the lunch she was talking about. 

This day couldn’t have gotten more weird. 

“That sounds great!” You tried to sound cheerful but it only came out awkward. 

Good for you, Linda didn’t pick up your tone and clapped excitedly, “we only have thirty minutes because I have my salon appointment after so let’s be fast,” she spoke in a go. 

You noticed Jeno sporting the same look of confusion as you, it was an awkward situation indeed. Jaemin didn’t say a word, only observing you and Jeno. 

Jeno took the paper bag and got the packed lunches out. He had gotten you your favourite salad with grilled chicken as he opted to get the same dish for himself, not forgetting to get you coke, which you preferred to drink while eating. 

He really paid a lot of attention to your likes and dislikes. 

Linda really couldn’t read the room as she never once stopped talking about this new lingerie set she got for herself, “Nana liked it too,” she giggled and you tried to focus on eating, not having it in you to picture it in your mind.  

“I’ve told you not to call me that,” he spoke, his words harsh. 

That was the first time he opened his mouth ever since you started eating. Linda didn’t care, pouting slightly as she started talking again, “let’s play couples quiz!” She squealed. 

You could feel your headache growing with her high pitched voice. 

“Jeno, when’s Y/no’s birthday?” She asked. 

He fixed his gaze on you, answering the question correctly. You tried not to be shocked, displaying your sweet smile for them. He actually knew a lot about you, the eye contact made you bite your lower lip before you asked. 

“Jaemin, when’s Linda’s birthday?” You asked now, questioning him directly, which he did not expect. 

“Third of February,” he said and Linda gasped, offended. 

“That’s not my birthday!” She almost screamed, bickering with him for a solid minute as Jeno passed you a few tissues, seeing the salad get on your fingers. 

“Okay, next question,” she said and she kept on asking him questions as if it was a rapid fire round and Jeno answered each of them correctly. Your heart was thumping out of your chest, he knew your favourite colour, your favourite tv show and singer, your favourite cake and song. 

Jaemin knew nothing. 

Linda didn’t know a thing about Jaemin either, just like he never knew a thing about Linda. 

Jaemin slammed his fist on the table, getting up and walking away without any second glance, you almost jumped with how loud the sound was, your hand resting on top of your chest to soothe your nerves. 

Linda ran after him, or rather she tried to run after him in her heels. 

“Are you okay?” Jeno asked you softly, his fingers caressing your cheek as he searched your face for any kind of discomfort. 

You nodded, gulping and looking away. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Your skin wouldn’t stop tingling where he had touched you, it was almost impossible for you to breathe when he was so close to you. 

“Y—yeah, I’m okay. I think I should go and get my assignments done now, yeah,” you said, fumbling over your words as Jeno frowned, wondering if he did something wrong. 

“Y/n—”

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” You waved at him, almost running away, leaving him with a dejected sigh. 

Of course, you didn’t have to answer his questions, he reminded himself. It was a fake relationship after all. 

So, while you laid in your bed with your pillow clutched close to your chest, Jeno stood in front of Jaemin at their apartment. 

“Since when do you eat salad?” Jaemin asked, tone somewhat disappointing laced with a hint of jealousy. 

“Y/n likes it,” Jeno smiled softly, “It was hard not to like it after.”

“You hated coffee,” Jaemin almost accused. 

“I like it now, it’s normal to develop your taste,” Jeno replied calmly. 

“You’ve never gone on a date before, you’ve never had this kind of hairstyle before. You’re changing yourself and for what?” Jaemin sighed, shoulders dropping when he accused him again. 

Jeno only bit his lip, “love does things to you and I think I'm changing for the better.”

Love. 

That’s all Jaemin had to hear before leaving the room. 

“Why are you sulking, babygirl?” Yunjin asked you the next day, seeing you sitting with your blanket wrapped around you, a piece of chip in your mouth as you lazily snacked on it. 

“Nothing,” you mumbled, hiding your face. 

Yunjin rolled her eyes, “you were squealing in the morning yesterday, what changed?” 

You sighed deeply, “I guess I’m just feeling a bit down today,” you shrugged. 

She sat down on the bed, right in front of you before pulling you in the most warm and comfortable hug. It was something you appreciated even more this particular day. You felt conflicted with your feelings. 

It’s the little things, it’s always the little things when it comes to Jeno, it creates a bigger picture for him. But for Jaemin, it was only the larger picture with no elements supporting it. 

“That’s the problem, babygirl. I’m not gonna let you drown in your own blanket all evening. You’re coming with me to the party,” Yunjin stated, opening your closet to select an outfit for you already. 

Turns out that Yunjin can be a great manipulator because there was no way you’d be standing in the middle of a party with a vodka shot in your hand otherwise. 

Maybe drinking would help you, it always does. It’s almost pathetic how you’re ready to get shitfaced for a whole night just to get rid of intrusive thoughts, the thoughts which consisted of Jeno and Jeno only. 

You drank that shot in a go, getting another one as Hyuck tried to stop you but to no avail. Once you had taken three shots, all in a row, you turned around to find Karina, who looked as if she spent a while trying to find you. 

“Y/n! Where have you been?” She asked, grabbing your hand, “come, we’re gonna play upstairs.” Without much fighting, she dragged you upstairs and Hyuck followed behind. 

You wondered what Jeno would be doing right now. 

The multicoloured lights were shining bright as they covered the expanse of the whole staircase, which you had trouble walking up, courtesy of your heels and a very short dress. 

Karina opened the door to a room and your eyes immediately scanned the surroundings to understand who you were going to deal with tonight. 

It was your whole friend group and some of their mutual friends too, however that wasn’t why you stood frozen in your spot at the given moment. 

Lee Jeno, the guy you had been avoiding since yesterday, was sitting in the same circle, the bean bags, sofas and chairs were arranged to be that way, as he sipped on a can of beer which he held in his slender fingers. 

Seeing him at the party was shocking enough as he rarely attended any, but to add on to it, he was all dressed up as well. 

He sipped on the drink, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gulped. The side angle gave you the best view of his undercut and defined jawline, your eyes travelling down to his chest, which was exposed as the top few buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned, a black leather jacket covering him up as he also sported a few rings on his long, veiny fingers, a necklace gracing his slender neck. 

You almost forgot how to breathe until Karina pushed you forward, which gained the attention of Jeno, who smiled your way as he expected you to come over to him. 

Karina and Yunjin high fived in the background, meaning; it was their plan for you both to meet at the party. 

Your heels clicked as you walked towards him, it was as if you both were the only ones in the room at the given moment. He wasn’t being subtle as he stared at you, especially how he looked up when you stood next to him. 

“Baby,” he whispered, pulling you to him—which was something you never expected. 

You landed straight on his lap, his arm wrapped around you securely as the other one rested on your thigh, covering up your skin which was showing, courtesy of your short dress. 

Your mind blanked, you couldn’t think anymore as goosebumps rose up your arms when he spoke in his deep voice, the others also stopped to stare at you both as he was not the one to show affection in public. 

Hyuck and Yunjin teased you both, yet that wasn’t something you paid much attention to. You didn’t even see Jaemin sitting in the same room, as if he wasn’t anyone to you anymore. 

“I missed you so fucking much,” he whispered, making you sit close to him, your hand working on its own as it held on to his broad shoulder for support. 

You should have been used to this whole fake dating plan of yours, yet you couldn’t ever get used to Jeno’s constant surprises. It didn’t feel like it was fake when it came to him and it most certainly wasn’t a help how you could feel the alcohol kicking in, his hand felt warm on your cold skin. 

“Jeno,” you whispered, looking at him with hooded eyes. 

However, you never got to say anything further as others had decided on playing a classic game of twenty one dares. 

The first dare went to Mark, who was given the dare to kiss his crush who sat right next to him. 

“Why were you avoiding me all day?” Jeno asked in a whisper when everyone else was busy cheering for Mark. 

You had no answer for it, nor did you have any way to control your heart which was thumping out of your rib cage with the proximity. 

You breathed out with a chuckle which sounded forced, grabbing a beer can which was on the table in front of you, “avoiding you? Why would I?” You asked, looking away. 

That wasn’t much help as he was quick to grab your chin, making you look his way again, “did I do something wrong?” 

His actions were bold, yet his voice was sweet and full of concern. You shook your head, resting it on his shoulder, “of course not,” you whispered, not having it in you to look at him, “you’re really perfect, Jeno.”

He wasn’t given any time to react as others cheered. 

Apparently, it was your turn to get a dare and the evil smile on Renjun’s face gave it all away, as if he knew exactly what was going on between you two. 

“I dare you to kiss Jeno,” he smirked as everyone minus Jaemin clapped, Mark nodding, still red from the kiss. 

“True, we’ve never seen you kiss,” Hyuck muttered in realization. 

You stopped breathing, seeing everyone cheering for you. You had fake kissed him when Jaemin was watching that one day in the lawns, yet this was a whole different story when they were demanding an actual kiss from you both. 

Jeno’s hand tightened around your waist, your dazed eyes taking in his expression as he raised his hand to cup your cheek, caressing the corner of your lips gently, as if he was asking for your permission. 

You knew you were drunk, yet all your senses made you feel as thought you were the sanest person alive. The anticipation felt so painful and you could feel Jaemin’s stare on you both. 

With a tender sigh, your eyes closed shut as you grabbed the collar of his jacket, pulling him into you. 

Your lips collided in a fervent kiss, your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging it ever so slightly, causing him to groan into your mouth as his hand supported the back of your head, tilting it slightly as your desire and passion fused together, transcending your surroundings. 

You couldn’t hear the whistling or screaming around your surroundings, your mind completely gave in to the pretty boy, who was kissing you like his life depended upon it. 

His lips were soft, perfectly moulding against yours as you moved them in harmony, letting the sheer pleasure take over your senses to the point you couldn’t differentiate between whether you were drunk which made you feel as if you were in the state of unadulterated ecstasy or it was simply Jeno’s effect on your body. 

You didn’t pay attention to Jaemin, who threw the beer can on the floor, walking away from the room, nor did you care about Linda who ran after him. 

All you knew was that Lee Jeno was kissing you and he was exceptionally amazing at it. 

He squeezes your waist as you gasped, letting him bite your lower lip, lacking his usual self control as he mentally claimed you to be too intoxicating for him. 

“Hey! Get a fucking room!” Renjun shouted. 

That was enough for you to break the kiss, your eyes still closed as your chest heaved up and down, blood rushing to your cheeks as you felt tingly all over, the shiver going down your spine all the way to your abdomen. 

Jeno was already staring at you by the time your eyes fluttered open. His lips looked plump, slightly swollen from how you had kissed him, the veins on his neck seemed even more prominent but his eyes—they were dark, laced with lust. 

He didn’t wish to stop. 

You didn’t want him to stop. 

He got up from the chair, making you stand up along with him, his fingers quick to intertwine with yours as he pulled you with him, your wide eyes drifting to look at Karina who only winked at you, giving a thumbs up alongside it. 

“Jeno,” you breathed, following him out and into an empty room, which he locked before pushing you against the wooden door. 

You could barely stand given how weak your knees felt at that exact moment. It most certainly didn’t help that Jeno bent down to your level, the dim lights of the room making his skin shine as he asked you again. 

“Why were you avoiding me, Y/n?” His tone gave you goosebumps when you heard your name roll out of his tongue. 

Forming sentences felt like a tough job when his lips were borderline touching yours, “because,” you whispered mindlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Your voice was quiet, just like the room, which made it sound louder than intended as you looked him up through your lashes. 

His jaw was clenched, you could notice him breathing deep, his hold on you tight and you chuckled deeply, alcohol taking over your senses, “I can’t stop thinking of you, Jeno.”

You didn’t let him reply before you pressed your lips onto his, your bodies pressed against each other, mouths moving as your lips melded and parted, his hands all over your body, every touch igniting a spark in you. 

He tapped your thigh twice and you got the memo, jumping into his arms as he picked you up with ease, muscles flexing in the process but his lips never left yours while he walked towards the bed, helping you lie down as he got on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist as your dress started riding up your thigh. 

He leaned back, eyes fixated on yours but you only continued to pepper kisses along his jawline, and down his neck, making him growl as he stopped you from unbuttoning his shirt. 

“You’re drunk, baby. I don’t want you to regret anything in the morning,” he says softly, breathing in your scent as he inhales deeply. 

“I’m not,” you whined, switching your positions to be sitting in front of him, trying to remove his jacket, before he stops you with his fingers wrapping around your wrist. 

He cupped your cheek as you looked at him sadly, “tell me, do you not want me?” You’d ask, playing with his necklace. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. He couldn’t hold himself back, not when your eyes sparkled with innocence and undeniable glimmer of need, “you have no idea, darling,” he chuckles, running his thumb on your lower lip, which was still wet from your kiss, “I want you so fucking much.”

That was enough for you to smile at him, eyes hazy as you slid off the bed and got on your knees, unbuckling his belt as you fumbled with the button of his jeans while Jeno couldn’t believe this was happening. 

The strap of your dress slid down, revealing more of your cleavage, that’s exactly when you helped him get out of his jeans, revealing his boxers. Your fingers grazed his clothed cock, your lips tugging up as you saw him groan, even more so when you kissed his semi-hardened cock. 

His eyes never left yours during the entire time you teased him, getting his leather jacket off, leaving him in his white button up and boxers, which you pulled down in a go. 

A shiver went down your abdomen, making you close your thighs with how big he was. His cock was hard, leaking with precum that made your mouth water. He had the biggest cock you had ever witnessed in your life, girth and veiny too. 

He sucks in a sharp breath when you take him in your small hand, squeezing it a smidge before planting featherlight kisses all over his length, swirling your tongue around his head, he bit his lip as he took the scene in front of him. You licked big stripes of his length before taking his head into your mouth. 

That snapped him out of his daze, he couldn’t take your teasing any longer. Pushing himself up slightly, he spread his legs to accommodate your body between it as he grabbed your nape, gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you took him in, your hands stroking the base where your lips couldn’t reach. 

“Just like that, sweetheart,” he growled, pushing your head to hold his cock in you even deeper. 

You can’t help but think how he looks nothing like his sweet self in the given moment, he looks like a devil who’s thirsting for lust, his eyes dark and so immersed in your activities. 

His length throbs in your mouth as you continue your ministrations, quickening your pace as you sucked him off with all you had, hearing him growl made you realize how your panties were soaking wet when you release him with a satisfying pop sound, looking up at him again.

He sat straighter, his thumb wiping the saliva that was all over your chin and lips before pulling you up on the bed, spreading your legs to see a wet patch on your panties as you struggled to take your dress off. 

He chuckled deeply, “Oh, bunny. Let me help you with that,” he says cursing once he sees you without any bra, his fingers tracing your neck, your clavicle and goes down all the way to play with your tits. 

However, that’s not all he does. Your toes curl when he yanks your panties to the side, immersing his tongue to tease your clit before he licks and sucks you thoroughly, humming against your folds as he gets drunk on the taste of your juices. 

His tongue prods on your entrance, pushing it in as your fingers grabbed his roots, tugging on his hair which also elicited a deep groan from him, your eyes rolling back with how ecstatic you felt. 

He fucked your cunt, pushing his tongue in while his thumb worked wonders on your sensitive bundle of nerves, making you squirm around, finally moaning out, “Jeno, oh god!” You cried out. 

“That’s it baby, scream my name,” he whispers against you, the moist squelching noises filling up the room as you arched your back, your body shaking with how you could feel your high approaching, as he yearned for your pussy, not stopping once, as if he had completely plunged his body to focus on your pleasure and your pleasure only. 

You chanted his name as if it was a mantra you had to recite, and that’s exactly when you felt your stomach tightening, a teardrop leaving the corner of your eye, cascading down your neck as you allowed yourself to feel the unadulterated bliss Jeno provided you with. 

It wasn’t the alcohol, you admitted. 

You were drunk on Jeno. 

You breathed in deeply as he licked you up, finally getting up as he rolled your nipples between the rough pads of his fingers before he also removed his last article of clothing, leaving you to see the shadow of his abs and pecs clearly. 

“Tell me you won’t regret this in the morning, baby,” he breathes out, searching your eyes as his length brushes against your sensitive cunt. 

“I won’t,” you promised, “I want you, I need you, Jeno,” you cried out as his eyes turned hooded. 

He silenced your loud moan with his lips on yours, your nails digging into his back as he gave a sharp thrust, filling you up till he bottomed out easily with how wet you were, kissing your tears away and giving you a minimum of two seconds before he grabbed your wrists, holding them above your head. 

“Do you know how pretty you look right now, bunny?” He asks, giving you another sharp thrust, this particular one hitting your g-spot, which had you whimpering out his name, “all mine, yeah?” He asks, thrusting harder, his hips slapping your ass. 

“Y—yours!” You managed to speak, eyes closing shut with pleasure. 

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me when I fuck your pretty little cunt,” he whispers as your wail out when his cock hits your cervix. 

He takes his time to kiss and mark your neck, his teeth digging in as he sucks on your sensitive skin harsh enough to leave marks. 

It was effortless how he moved in and out of you so easily despite groaning about how tight your little hole was and you felt dumb, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t speak. You just knew one thing and that was Jeno. 

He manhandled you easily, turning you around and lifting your ass up, your face buried into the pillow as your mascara smudged, just how your lipstick was smudged all over your cheeks. 

He thrusted into you yet again, smacking your ass as he saw it jiggle with the impact, another moan reverberated the room, which made him spank you twice more before he started fucking you again, your walls clenching around him with need as he gave you almost brutal backshots. 

“I’m—Fuck!” You cried out, almost passing out as you breathed in deeply. 

You both were so close, his cock twitched in you as his thrusts got sharper, “go on, bunny. Cream my cock like a good fucking girl,” he growled. 

You withered beneath him as you screamed out his name with sheer pleasure as you reached your high, coating his cock with your juices before he also moaned deeply, fucking his cum into your glistening pussy. 

He breathed in deeply as he pulled out, staring at your cunt which was dripping with your juices mixed together. 

He sighed softly, holding you in his arms, “baby,” he whispered softly as you initiated a soft kiss, getting on his lap again as your heart beat rose up to the point you could hear it in your ears while Jeno felt the same way. 

He could see how exhausted you were by how you started dozing off in his arms. He didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, he didn’t want to know. All he wanted was to have you in his arms now and freeze the time. 

It took him time to get up as he helped you get dressed up again, before he picked you up in his arms, getting down to see the party winding up. You were asleep and cuddling into him, his heart still racing as he saw Yunjin smiling at you two, “take her home with you,” she said, “and you better take care of her,” she added as a genuine warning, which made Jeno nod earnestly. 

He would never hurt you.  

He really was perfect with how he took you to his room safely, with how he tried to remove your makeup even though he had no idea what he was doing, yet he was gentle as you slept with how drunk and exhausted you were. He made sure to change your clothes to his loose ones, just so you would sleep comfortably. 

He had fucked you, however he still was respectful and tried to not look your way while he changed your clothes. 

You looked so peaceful as you snuggled close to his pillow in his bed, he couldn’t help but stare at you with a soft smile as he kissed your forehead, “sleep well, baby.” He whispered as he slid under the covers next to you, holding you as if he was scared he’d lose you, his body shivering ever so slightly at the thought as he cradled you in his arms. 

Jeno really was perfect. 

Your body was sore, the sunlight almost blinding you, adding on to the throbbing pain in your head as you shifted around the covers, opening your eyes with a groan to find yourself in unfamiliar surroundings. 

A low cry left your lips as the memories of the past night flooded into your mind, the graphic details of Jeno and you, the way he had asked you if you’d regret it. 

You didn’t regret a thing. 

And neither did you know how you’d face him after this. Yes, everything that started off as a fake relationship but even you couldn’t deny that none of it felt fake to you. 

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you saw a little note on the nightstand saying—

Good morning, sweetheart <3 Please take this medicine when you wake up and also drink the hangover soup! I’ll be at Uni and will be back by the time you wake up, love. 

“Why do you have to be so perfect?” You whined to yourself, kicking your feet, “why do you have to make me feel this way?” You whispered to yourself, gulping and looking at the medicines and a bowl of soup on the nightstand. 

You didn’t realize that you were wearing Jeno’s clothes till you spilled a little drop of soup on it, eyes widening for the nth time today as you gasped. 

You couldn’t stay anymore, you got up and rushed to grab your clothes, which were folded neatly before you changed into them with a rush, getting out of his room while you checked your phone, bumping into a hard chest. 

You winced, looking up as your expression dropped. 

Na Jaemin stood there, his eyes sad as he searched your face for some kind of emotion, any kind of emotion, however you didn’t give him anything, choosing to walk away but he was quick to grab your wrist. 

“Y/n,” he spoke your name in desperation and you tried your best not to turn around, yet you did, looking at his regret stricken face as he spoke further, “I broke up with Linda,” he started and you almost snorted. 

“Well, good for you,” you said, turning around yet again, only to be stopped. 

“Don’t fucking do this, Y/n,” he breathes, eyes watery, “I know you and Jeno aren’t dating. Come back to me, baby, I regret everything I did to you, please?” He almost begs. 

“Don’t call me that,” you seethed out, “you know nothing about us and it’s too late, Jaemin. I don’t want you.”

He didn’t let you leave, pulling you into a hug as you struggled to get away, “I know you’re angry and you don’t mean it. Let’s be together again, we used to be so happy,” he whispered. 

“And you fucking ruined it,” you cried out, pushing him away, “you ruined everything and you never cared about us! But y’know what? Jeno isn’t like you. He’s kind, caring and he’s genuine about everything,” you let out, stepping away, “I love him.” 

Saying that out loud felt like you had lifted a boulder off your chest. Your face was equally surprised as Jaemin, but you didn’t stay any longer, shaking your head as you rushed out of the apartment and got into the safety of your own dorm. 

You loved Jeno. 

And you were sure he didn’t feel the same, it was all fake for him. You sat in your bathtub for hours, pondering and mentally slapping yourself for letting this happen but it was beyond you. Jeno was so easy to love. 

What scared you the most that he hadn’t called you once, nor did he reply to any of your texts throughout the day. Your heart broke into pieces when he didn’t show up in front of your dorm to pick you up. 

You were sure he hated you for drunkenly acting up that night, maybe that’s why he kept avoiding you. You had ruined everything. 

The plan for the day wasn’t to attend the classes, but to find Jeno. Every second that passed by without him talking to you felt like a punishment, as if your anxiety would eat you up through and through. 

He wasn’t by the lawns, he wasn’t in the cafeteria and you could feel your eyes welling up with tears of frustration when you couldn’t find Jeno. Yet you didn’t lose hope as you thought that he’d be in his lectures. 

A big smile etched your face when you found him standing in front of his locker and you sprinted his way, which startled him. It was as if he didn’t expect to see you in front of him, his eyes leaving yours for a second before he smiled at you. 

It was forced. 

“Jeno,” you breathed out as you felt fidgety, “can we talk?” 

He bit his lower lip, not answering for a few seconds before he nodded, guiding you towards the rooftop for privacy, not uttering a word throughout the way. 

You stood side by side, watching the cloudy sky as he finally looked your way, “congratulations,” he let out, trying to smile. 

You looked at him, confused which only made him speak further. 

“I saw you and Jaemin hugging,” his voice broke but he gained his composure, “I know you’re probably back together now and you don’t need me—”

“Jeno,” you whispered, shaking your head as you stepped closer to stop him, yet he continued. 

“We don’t have to fake date anymore,” he nodded, looking at his feet, “I’m glad I could help you forget about him for some time and also with your revenge—”

You were on the verge of crying by now as you whispered his name again. 

“I’m so stupid to have thought that maybe it won’t be fake, but I know you want Jaemin—”

“Don’t you fucking see that I want you? Jaemin and I talked, yes we did and I told him I don’t want him. I don’t fucking want him, Jeno. You’re not a rebound to me, This isn’t fake to me anymore, I don’t think it ever felt fake to me,” you let out your frustrations, shutting him up fully. 

“My heart feels like it would beat out of my chest every fucking time I’m near you, this longing intensifies each day and it scares me so much,” a crystalline tear escaped your eyes and Jeno was quick to cup your face, as if on instinct and wipe it away, “you do this sweet things no one ever did for me, you remember the smallest details about me and I feel restless when we don’t talk. I’ve grown so used to being around you, it’s not fucking fake. I think—I’m falling in love with you Jeno,” you finally let out. 

“You—you love me?” He asks, voice barely a whisper as he finds it hard to breathe and you nod, his slender fingers still cupping your cheek, “you hugged Jaemin—”

“I pushed him away,” you said in a beat, “he hugged me, I didn’t,” you assured him, grabbing his hand which rested on your cheek, “I told him I love you.”

Jeno pulled you in his embrace, his body shook slightly which broke your heart thinking how he had it all wrong, you never wanted to see him hurt, just like how he always wished for you to be happy. 

He held you tighter, making you feel safe as warmth bloomed up your chest, “I liked you ever since I saw you painting with Renjun on the day we met, but Jaemin was faster to reach out to you,” he confesses and you part your mouth with surprise as he leaned back to look at you, chuckling ever so lightly, “I hated how he treated you but when you came to me for help, I got selfish and used this to get closer to you, even if it meant that I’d have to fake date you,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours, “but I fell harder each day, even more so when I had to hold your hand and it felt so small against mine yet it fit perfectly, when you dressed up so beautifully for a fake date with me, when you looked so adorable in my jacket, when you remembered my birthday and my likes which even I hadn’t noticed before. I fell in love with you, baby,” he smiled through the tears as you pulled him in for a kiss, both of you smiling uncontrollably as it full of tenderness and affection, your hearts beating together as you shared unspoken promises through it. 

You weren’t fake dating anymore as you looked at him with a silly smile, taking the document of your agreement out before scratching out a line. 

Rule number one: Don’t fall in love. 

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↳ He's been your best friend since college, and you've been in love with him just as long. Procrastination can only get you so far; now he has a girlfriend, and she's so very, very wrong.

↳ Renjun x female reader

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! Strong language, friends to lovers, bestie vs. gf, themes of rivalry, gaslighting, insecurities poked at, gf is an unpleasant individual beware, mutual pining, tension and angst, explicit sexual content, so much making out, dirty talk, angst w a happy ending, adult themes throughout !

「suitable for 18+ readers only」  「© April 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」

Today, the city is grey.

The sky is a blanket of heavy, dark cloud, the winter rainfall is dense and unforgiving. Gathered puddles on the pavements spill over to the roadside drains, collecting in dips and cracks of concrete. Passing cars kick up waves of surface spray, their windscreen wipers frantic. Pedestrians huddle under their umbrellas—the only sight of colour around—rushed in their paces and keen to get out of the cruel weather.

Staring listlessly through the rain-streaked window of the second-floor café, you try to recall what the city looked like basking in the warmth of sunshine. You miss it; this winter has felt especially endless. Two months until spring comes.

Renjun snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Hello?”

Pulled from your daze, you blink back to clarity. Renjun frowns at you from across the table, his pout a tempting swell of glossy pink. His two-tone black and blonde is swept back from his forehead, his white jacket finished with the blue beads around his neck.

“Might as well have come here by my damn self,” he grumbles.

“Sorry,” you sigh. “I’m so out of it today. Hate this weather.”

He hums, stirring his cappuccino with a dainty teaspoon. You know he agrees; he’s a sunshine bug too.

“We should go on a trip,” you suggest.

Renjun pauses his stirring; he looks at you incredulously over his silver rimmed glasses.

“Like we used to,” you press. “Remember the hot springs? God, they were so fun. It’s been too long.”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

“Your enthusiasm is staggering, Jun. I can go by myself.”

“No, sorry. I didn’t mean to be a downer. It’s just... things are complicated now.”

Complicated. You wonder if he knows that’s not how most guys refer to the existence of their girlfriends.

“Right,” you nod, looking back out the window, heart sinking.

Renjun’s finding of a girlfriend was as unexpected as it was painful; when he’d announced he was getting on the dating apps, you’d put no real stock in it, knowing from experience how difficult it was to form any tangible connection amongst a sea of people simply looking for short-term thrills. That was never Renjun’s thing. He’d get bored and move on eventually. Yet if anyone could find and catch a coveted rainbow fish, it would be him, and he’d done just that. Hence the unexpected.

As for the painful...?

“I, uh, actually have something to tell you on that front,” he says.

You quirk a brow at him, none too keen to hear anything related to his relationship, yet resigned to the fact that you’ll have to if you wish stay in his life.

“Zara’s coming here.”

Your throat constricts amidst a surge of dread.

“Like, any minute now,” he adds.

“You’re ambushing me?”

He shakes his head. “I’m not, I swear—”

“Jun—”

“I just want you meet her, is that so bad? I’ve been trying for weeks! I talk so much about you and she’s curious, you know? I’d love for the two of you to get on—”

“You should have told me,” you seethe.

“So you could make another last-minute excuse to get out of it?” he challenges, dark eyes determined, and in that, you suppose he’s not so wrong. His attempts to introduce you have so far failed at every turn, and if you really look to reason you can see why desperation might drive him to such a pincer movement as this. His intentions are good; he wants the people he cherishes to come together, and any sensible individual couldn’t possibly resent him that. Indeed, you don’t. You simply resent how much it all hurts.

Moments pass suspended in tension, and when Zara eventually arrives, she does so looking every inch the early ‘Gen Z hot girl’ that she is. A cropped white tee reveals tan skin and the makings of abs, fitted flares accentuate her hips and thighs. Her blonde mane is tamed by a silk scrunchie, her makeup minimal, but still somehow statemented. She turns heads—literally—and you go about making rapid, unhealthy comparisons as you rise and greet her, the hug you offer turned handshake by her subtle recoil.

Renjun glows as she settles beside him; you feel not unlike an alien specimen being examined by the very standard of beauty itself, male and female, perfect and untouchable. It strikes you that, at least aesthetically, they appear made for each other. Couple goals; is that what they call it?

“Want something to drink, baby?” Renjun asks her.

Your gut churns uncomfortably. Zara looks around the café, at its quaint, rustic décor and charming ornaments.

“No, thanks.”

“Hungry?”

She shakes her head, linking her arm through Renjun’s. Yet more churning.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” you say after a beat of silence, keen to fill it. “Jun talks about you a lot.”

Zara smiles; it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Ren-ren talks about you, too.”

Ren-ren...?

“You both mean a lot to me,” Renjun says innocently. “It’d be cool if we could do more stuff together.”

“Totally,” Zara appears to agree. “Do you work out? We could go to the gym.”

“Oh, well, no,” you reply, suddenly self-conscious. “Not so much. With work and everything—”

“Yeah. Thought not. You should totally start.”

Oh.

“That’s actually how Ren-ren and I met,” she turns to him, closing into his side. “It was love at first squat.”

Renjun scoffs, a blush rising over his cheeks; you’ve never seen him blush before.

“That’s sweet,” you force.

Renjun looks at you sheepishly; you wonder if he detects anything outside his bubble of apparent bliss. If he does, he doesn’t give it away.

“You and I met in college, right?” he then says to you. “Feels like forever ago.”

“Yeah. It really does.”

Zara’s nose scrunches; she looks around aimlessly.

“She actually works in publishing,” Renjun tells her, oblivious to her waning attentions. “Worked her way up from an internship to assistant editor. Awesome, right?”

“Sure,” Zara smiles, pulling her phone from her pocket. “If books are your thing.”

“Books are my thing, actually,” you exclaim, stewing in disbelief. Snide quips on your physical state aside, your profession is not for belittling. For everything else about your life that might be vague, work explicitly isn’t. You did get the dream job, and you’ll die on the hill that is protecting it.

Zara stares vacantly, then unlocks her phone. “Cool.”

And she spends the remainder of the time on it, scrolling through whatever social media platforms she no doubt reigns supreme over. You detect Renjun’s consistent discomfort; he scratches his nape, his leg bounces beneath the table, he surreptitiously slances at her phone and attempts to engage her in the conversation. It’s painful to watch.

Parting ways from the café comes as a relief; you bid them goodbye and decide that the manuscript you weren’t going to look over today suddenly doesn’t seem as daunting a task as it did two hours ago. Some time after the event, a text from your best friend comes through.

>> what do u think?

Never being one to abstain from honesty with him, you reply to that end.

<< Not what I expected.

The response comes instantly:

>> meaning?

<< She’s just not who I thought you’d end up with.

>> who did u think i'd end up with?

And it seems that being irrevocably in love with your best friend has a way of filtering every thought and word to cautious extremes. It overshadows everything, drives your decisions and your actions. Your hitherto avoidance of his girlfriend, your reluctance to accept that she is it for him, your inability to find love elsewhere. Part of you miserably concedes that if anything romantic were to occur between you, it surely would have by now, after so many years spent together. Another part—irritatingly naïve—clings to hope that things may yet change. There are moments; fleeting occurrences where gazes linger and a weight of anticipation shimmers, where his hand hovers in stillness over yours, and you’re so sure that if you tried to cross the boundary of friendship, you wouldn’t suffer rejection. It would be your name on the tip of his tongue, your arm linked through his.

But timing is a fickle mistress that suffers no procrastinators, and now he has a girlfriend.

***

Renjun and Zara are a package deal.

That’s what you’ve learned over the last four weeks. Getting him alone is an impossibility, for wherever he is, there Zara lingers. Impromptu dinners and last-minute coffee catchups are a thing of the past; Renjun needs notice now, and ample of it. On the occasions you do see him, invitations are naturally extended to his girlfriend; he says she has a ‘thing’ about best friends of the opposite sex, to which you’re too dumbfounded to argue. Equally as dumbfounding is the suddenness with which he’s become so unavailable; prior to your meeting, his girlfriend was never a problem. Now, she seems to be the obstacle central to everything.

So: Renjun and Zara are a package deal. Fine. You can tolerate it, if it means making Renjun happy. You most certainly prefer having him like this than not at all, which is the only other alternative save for his ending of the relationship, and as things stand, you think Hell is likelier to freeze over before that.

Still, you feel his absence. It’s worse at night, when memories of time spent huddled over popcorn and in the company of a Netflix thriller encroach on your loneliness. A glutton for punishment, you find yourself scrolling through his Instagram; a once sparse but artistic affair turned a hub of grand romantic gestures and #couplegoals monochrome reels; his arms around her, his hands on her, their love edited to perfection. Your follow request to Zara still pends approval.

First impressions count for everything, and yours of Zara was far from rosy. Ever the optimist you sought to give her the benefit of the doubt; first meeting nerves can taint one’s character, a lack of confidence may manifest obnoxiously. It soon became clear that your doubt was misplaced; Renjun is kind and conscientious. Zara is not. She’s wrong for him.

She’s wrong for him, but he doesn’t see it. He’s in love, you muse silently, watching as the pair stroll ahead down the street, gathered close under a black umbrella. He talks to her with a gentile tone that makes your stomach twist; she giggles and stays close. Occasionally, when Renjun looks elsewhere with attention diverted, she’ll glance back at you, the eye contact pointed. She does the same to others that pass by, every one of their stares injects her ego, and still, he doesn’t see it. If you were being kind, you might draw her nature up to a symptom of her generation; she craves the attention, wants to be wanted, is only validated by the longing gazes of others, and by that reasoning can’t help the way she seeks it out. If you weren’t being kind; well, you’d get in trouble for that.

The destination is the restaurant down the street; a newly opened vegan place that claims its food tastes ‘just like the real thing’, and really, you can’t help but think that’s doing vegan food an overall disservice. Still, when Renjun texted you two nights prior suggesting dinner, you jumped at the chance. It’s been over a week since you last saw him. You have yet to say much more than ‘hello’ to him; Zara hanging from his side makes it difficult, as is customary now.

 Approaching the restaurant, umbrellas are drawn down and Renjun holds the door open, firstly for Zara, then for you (to her pouting disapproval).

“Thanks,” you offer him a timid smile, unable to meet his gaze.

“Sure.”

Inside, you’re shown to a table near the rear of the venue. The whole place smells distinctly herby, though not unpleasant, the décor colourful without being too garish. Adequately hipster, you suppose. When seated, it’s the same affair as usual: Renjun and Zara versus you. You realise now that she waits for you to sit before positioning herself directly opposite; you’d thought it was coincidence.

Renjun picks up a menu and hands it to you; Zara takes it. He smiles awkwardly. A pierced and tattooed waiter takes everyone’s orders (you rush to choose the first thing you really see thanks to Zara’s menu-hogging), and all that remains is to wait.

Silence falls over the table.

“How have you been?” you eventually ask, chipping away at the iceberg. Your question is directed at Renjun.

“Great, thanks for asking,” Zara replies.

Renjun clears his throat. He puts a hand on Zara’s, which seems to placate her. “Good, yeah. You?”

“Good,” you lie.

“How are things at work?” he asks, dark eyes trained to you. In risking a glance up at him, you realise the gauntness to his cheeks, his sallow complexion. Alarm sweeps through you in a hot wave; you reign in the urge to hug him.

“Fine,” you mumble. “Busy, you know. As always.”

Renjun smiles. “Right.”

“I, uh... I actually read a manuscript the other day that made me think of you. You’d have liked it. It was about this—”

“Oh my gosh, where is this food?” Zara suddenly complains in a huff.

Irritation ticks your jaw. You take a slow inhale and continue, “It was about this artist that's been having a recurring nightmare since childhood. He decides to try and understand it, and paints it, and basically gets—”

“I am starving.”

Renjun cringes, but does a good job of hiding it. He pats Zara’s hand. “It won’t be much longer, baby.”

He turns back to you. “Go on.”

Gathering the fragments of your worn patience, you try to collect your thoughts again. “Uh, so, he’s been having a nightmare, and he paints it hoping it’ll help him figure out why he’s having it. It becomes this massive work, spanning over several canvases, and he can’t control it. He can’t stop painting. It ends with him—”

“Ren-ren, could you get me a water?”

And you snap.

“Do you not hear me talking?”

Zara blinks at you nonchalantly, thick black lashes fanning over her cheeks. “Excuse me?”

“I’m talking,” you repeat sternly, “you keep interrupting me.”

She scoffs and shrugs. “Well, damn. I’m just out here emoting, honey. You don’t have to get so—”

“Could you maybe emote in silence?”

Renjun looks frantically between you.

“I’m sensing some aggression that I’m not enjoying,” Zara states patronisingly. She turns to Renjun. “You need to get her under control.”

“Okay,” you rise from the table, collecting your bag as the chair skids across the tiled floor. “I’m done.”

Renjun calls your name. “Wait!”

But you’re already halfway across the restaurant, and it’s surely a mercy that you don’t see the dainty wave Zara affords after you or the smugness on her face.

Outside the venue, it’s pouring down; in your eagerness to leave, you’d left your umbrella behind. Looking up at the grey sky, you once again lament the sunshine. One month until spring comes.

Starting down the street at a rage-fuelled pace, you hope to walk it off if the downpour doesn’t dampen it first.

A voice from behind calls your name again, and in the next moment, a breathless Renjun catches up to appear before you, umbrella raised over your head. You expect the shrill cry of his girlfriend to follow mere seconds after, yet it doesn’t.

“I’m so sorry about her,” he pants, rain cascading from the rim of the umbrella. Patches of damp stain his white shirt. “She can be a little feisty sometimes.”

You balk at him. “Feisty?”

Renjun blinks cluelessly, and you suppose so many weeks of withholding is long enough.

“You really don’t see it, do you?”

His brow furrows. “What?”

“Her,” you point back in the direction of the restaurant, “the way she is. She’s a bad person, Jun.”

He rolls his eyes. “I know you’ve had a falling out, but isn’t that a bit extreme? You can come back from it—”

“Come back from it?! Don’t you see the way she treats people? The way she treats me? Like I’m dirt on her shoe?”

Renjun stares, seemingly dumbfounded.

“I have tried to be amicable for your sake,” you continue, “but I can’t anymore, Jun. She’s the most self-absorbed person I’ve ever met. She’s the total opposite of you in every way that matters, which makes me wonder what it is you even see in her past the obvious.”

“I... I’m with her because I love her.”

“I refuse to believe that.”

“It’s the truth.”

“It can’t be, Jun, because your being in love with her would mean you’re a bad person too, and that’s simply not true.”

Renjun’s jaw locks; he drops his gaze to the puddles at your feet.

“You are my best friend,” you speak over the din of rainfall, “but she doesn’t respect that. She doesn’t respect either of us. Maybe I should have told you all this before she drove a wedge between us, but I wanted you to be happy. I thought you were.”

“I am—”

“Don’t lie to me. I have eyes, I see the state of you. Even if I didn’t know you, I’d think you looked like warmed up shit.”

He scoffs, but it’s far from amused.

“It’s not my place to tell you what to do, but I’ll still call it as I see it. She’s so wrong for you.”

Renjun tips his head back, his breath condensing on the chill air. He looks at you, the ends of his two-tone black and blonde dripping water.

“And you’re right for me?” he says.

Your heart seizes. You try to say something when he steps forward, concealed from the world under the umbrella that he lowers over you.

“Is that what you’re implying?” he presses, his voice an octave lower. Something warm and heavy swoops through your gut; he reaches to your chin, gentle thumb and forefinger tipping your head back to his view. It gets harder to breathe.

“After all this time?”

Gaze flicking from your eyes to parted lips, it defies all sense that this should be happening now. Even in moments past where you thought something could have happened, it’s never been like this; so heated and apparent. He’s never been so—

“Ren-ren!”

And the fragile knitting of the standoff is shattered.

Returned to self, you shove him by the chest, snatch the umbrella from his grasp, and take off down the street.

You can't discern the tears from the rainfall.

***

Watching the slow-moving bicycle icon trail across the tracking map with a concerning intensity, your stomach growls impatiently.

“Cycle faster, you shit,” you grumble.

Ultimately conceding that staring at the delivery driver probably won’t make food come any quicker, you toss your phone to the sofa. Immediate problems are a decent enough distraction from the events of the day, especially when easily solved: you didn’t get to eat earlier, thus are wasting away, therefore require sustenance in the form of the saving grace that is Deliveroo. Easy.

The problem of your best friend, however, requires rather more thought. If before there had been uncertainty surrounding his feelings for you, you suppose there isn’t now. It’s crossed your mind that his earlier advance may well have been a product of the momentary turmoil; that wouldn’t be out of the realms of possibility, if a little harder to swallow than the pleasant, preferred alternative.

Either way, you suppose the ball rests in his court. Whatever happens next should be down to him; you’ve said you piece and made your feelings on his girlfriend clear. When he ends it, that’ll at least be a weight removed from your shoulders.

A sharp buzz resounds from your side; you scramble for your phone. It’s not the delivery driver.

You answer the call, tapping loudspeaker. “Hello?”

“Hi.”

His voice always deepens when he’s tired. You wait for him to speak.

“Did you, uh... make it home alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. That’s good.”

Silence passes; anxious anticipation curls around you.

“I wanted to apologise. Like, properly.”

“For what?”

“For... what happened earlier. For trying it on with you like that. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Oh.

“So, yeah. I’m sorry.”

“Okay,” is all you can manage with the lump solidifying in your throat. Renjun clears his and speaks again.

“Zara wants to apologise too.”

The anxiety warps to sickness.

“We talked things through. She didn’t see what an asshole she was being. I know you have your... reservations about her, but I really think if you just hear her out, you’ll change your mind.”

Tears prick and streak down your cheeks; there’s no reasoning with him now, you realise.

“I gave her your number. She said she’d call so... heads up.”

“Okay.”

“I hope that was okay to do.”

“It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Jun, I have to go. Food’s here.”

“Alright. Well, I’m sorry, again. See you soon?”

“Sure.”

It’s the first time you’ve ever actively sought to get off the phone to your best friend; the first time you’ve ever been relieved to do so.

Food arrives twenty minutes later, which is time enough for you to regain a sliver of composure. You pay the cyclist, and tip him well.

A shame that it goes cold on the table.

***

The next day, you’re so buried in work you don’t have a spare cell capable of affording thought to anything else.

Meetings with authors first thing and manuscript approvals mid-morning, lunchtime is worked through responding to emails and early afternoon is spent reviewing submitted redrafts. Late afternoon is yet another meeting with a partner publishing house, and as early evening ticks over, you’re brutally reminded by a dizzy spell and mercifully brief spate of double vision that you’ve yet to consume anything other than coffee in more than sixteen hours.

Checking your phone on the way the café down the street brings a dose of reality: seven missed calls from an unknown number, two from Renjun, and a text from the unknown number that reads:

>> hihi, it’s Z, call me x

Better to do it before there’s food in your stomach, you suppose. You’d rather not have to see it again. Dialling the unknown number, it rings only twice.

“I have been calling you, like, literally all day.”

Your gut twists uncomfortably; even the sound of her voice manages it.

“Yeah. I work.”

She makes an obnoxious sound of realisation. “Right! The magazine?”

“If by that you mean the publishing house, then yes.”

“Hey, so, Ren-ren wanted me to call and say sorry for yesterday or whatever but I figured it’d be cooler for us to meet up.”

“Zara, this is all kind of pointless. You don’t actually want to apologise and I’m not—”

“Awesome, I’ll text you the deets. You’re free tonight, right?”

“I actually have quite a bit of work to do—”

“Cool! TTFN honey!”

And just like that, the line dies.

Simmering in irritation all the way to the café, not even the sweet delight of a chocolate muffin can lift the funk. Back at work, you reschedule everything you’d planned to do that evening, supposing there’ll be overtime tomorrow instead.

You begrudgingly google ‘TTFN’.

Do people just say acronyms now?

***

The bar Zara instructed you to meet at is further from your part of the city than you really like to venture; you’re far too jaded by now to believe the inconvenience isn’t deliberate.

An hour-long taxi ride later and nursing sufficient anxiety for being in unfamiliar territory, you send her a text:

&lt;;&lt; I'm here.

The message reads as delivered and seen, but no response comes. Scrolling up the sparse messages to check the name of the bar she sent you beforehand, you’re sure you’re in the right place; the slick stainless-steel sign above the door reads ‘Hub 069’. Supposing that loitering outside won’t do you any good, you gather the scraps of your courage and head in.

It’s immediately apparent that this isn’t a place in which you belong. If money had a tangible aesthetic, the décor of Hub 069 would be the epitome of it; glass and sleek metal curves into furniture, the low lighting is deep blue and white to compliment the sultry atmosphere. Tall poles stretch from floor to spot lit ceiling, several with empty, open cages built around them. There’s no obvious dancefloor, but there is an elevated stage of sorts, its curtains drawn over and floor dark. The consistent hum of a low track plays over the space; it’s too anonymous for you to make out anything other than the occasional bass drop, but it fits the vibe regardless.

You spot a back bar that’s quiet save for two others propping it, the shelf behind it mirrored and lined with vintage liquors on opaque shelving; it gives the illusion of going on endlessly. Heading over to it, you attempt to carry yourself with the self-assurance you know you would have if you were anywhere else, striding through the mix of beautiful people both stood and seated.

Approaching the bar, it takes a moment before you’re noticed; even ordering a double vodka and tonic makes one feel inferior. With no sign of Zara anywhere, you check your phone again and send her another message.

&lt;;< I’m at the bar. Where are you?

Twenty minutes later, a familiar voice spikes your already shot nerves. Glancing over your shoulder, you see Zara entering with two others; a man and a woman, both dripping glamour. Zara herself is wearing the shortest little black dress you’ve ever seen, finished with thigh-high platform boots and a thick chain choker. She looks around, spots you, says something to the man who affords you the most judgemental thousand-yard stare you’ve ever been subjected to before ushering the other woman off across the floor. Zara approaches you; you knock back the rest of your vodka tonic.

“Hi, honey,” she breezes, smelling as expensive as she looks.

“You’re late.”

She pouts dramatically. “I know.”

Rooted in disbelief, watching as she orders a drink, it strikes you just how deeply you don’t want to do this. Nothing about Zara is likeable or relatable; at least not from where you’re standing. You’re chalk and cheese, oil and water. The best friend and the girlfriend.

“So, I’ll keep this short, because, like, my friends are waiting,” she says, “but I’m not here to apologise to you.”

You resist the urge to laugh—as though you hadn’t known that—and instead manage a stilted, “Okay.”

“You and me don’t vibe, like, at all,” she continues. “I know you’re Ren-ren's bestie or whatever—”

“No,” you interrupt her, “not ‘whatever’. I am his best friend, Zara. I have been for a long time, and I’ll continue to be whether you’re in his life or not.”

She blinks, her thick, fake lashes fluttering. “Right. Whatever. But, like, the thing is, we don’t vibe, and so I’m going to need you to leave him alone.”

This time, you don’t resist the urge to laugh. Zara—for the first time—falters, her face dropping.

“I don’t know why that’s, like, funny to you—”

“Funny? It’s fucking hysterical.”

“I’m not joking. You really need to stay away from him.”

“Okay,” you try to compose yourself, “let me just make this clear, because you obviously didn’t hear me the first time. I will be in Renjun’s life whether you like it or not, as his best friend, as his support, as whatever he needs me to be. Nothing is going to change that. The sooner you make your peace with it, the better.”

Zara huffs, her overly glossed lips pressing to a thin line. “People shouldn’t have friends of the opposite sex. It’s weird.”

You gesture across the bar. “Didn’t you just come in here with a man?”

“Doesn’t count. He’s gay.”

“Right,” you laugh, thoroughly exasperated. “Sure. Are we done here?”

You move as though to leave, retrieving your bag from the bar. Zara grabs your arm, stopping you in place.

“Get your damn hand off me—”

“You’re in love with him,” she deadpans.

Momentarily stunned, your face must give away the truth of things when your heart plummets. Zara sneers, her lips curling back over white teeth.

“Knew it.”

 You snatch your arm out of her grasp. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re really going to pretend?” she presses. “It’s, like, so obvious, the way you pine after him.”

Defensiveness rears its ugly head. “My feelings for Renjun are my business, Zara. They’re not for you to poke fun at.”

“They totally are though.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, like, what else am I supposed to use against you?” she shrugs.

You stare at her, horrified.

“I mean, imagine hanging onto someone since college hoping they’ll notice you one day,” she giggles, “it’s totally pathetic.”

A lump of emotion solidifies in your throat. You’d known she was a bad person, but this? Zara leans in, her voice dripping vitriol.

“News flash, honey. If he didn’t want to fuck you then, he doesn’t want to now. He never will. It’s giving super desperate.”

“How dare you—”

“Aw,” she coos, “does the truth hurt? It must, right? Because, like, you’ve been so delulu all this time.”

Upset warps to seething rage, and before you do something you know you’ll regret, you’re storming out of the bar, leaving the high-pitched cackles of Zara behind.

Outside Hub 069 is when you remember you’re an hour away from anywhere familiar; too tightly strung to even entertain despair, you simply start walking. Through darkened city streets until your feet begin to blister and your soles ache; until you start to feel the downpour, already soaked through to the skin. Until the heat of anger has subsided so that it gives way to hopeless weakness; until you finally start crying, taking refuge under the striped canopy of a brightly lit convenience store.

What hurts the most about it is that nothing she said is too off the mark; none of it you haven’t considered yourself. There was a time when you were certain your feelings would be perpetually unrequited, in fact. That you and Renjun would never be more than just good friends. Now, however? Things are different. You’re different.

Dragging your sleeve over your tear-streaked cheeks, you fumble for your phone, pulling it from your bag. Dialling Renjun’s number comes easily; it’s muscle memory by now.

After a few rings, he answers.

“Hello?”

“Can you come and get me?”

“Wh—” there’s ruffling from the end of the phone. Was he in bed? “Weren’t you meeting Zara?”

“Yeah. I did.”

Silence; he takes a breath.

“And?”

“And I need you to come get me. Please.”

You wonder if he hears the torrential patter of cascading rain, or the distant sounding of a car horn. Does he hear the billowing of wintry breeze that inspires you to a shiver?

“Drop me a pin. I’m on my way.”

***

Renjun’s car is warm.

It’s also a chaotic mess of empty bottles and aged art supplies; but it’s warm.

Holding your hands by the dashboard vents that blast out hot air thaws the winter chill from your bones; your sodden clothes still stick uncomfortably to your skin. Renjun hasn’t said much aside from instructing you to get in and throwing a blanket from the backseat over your legs; he drives now in stoic silence, his face drawn sombre.

Through the car window, the nightscape passes by in wet streaks of red, white and amber. The steady swish of the windscreen wipers fills the silence; they squeak against the dry glass when he passes under a bridge. The engine hums when in motion and rattles when at a stop, indicative of a problem he ought to look at, perhaps. It wouldn’t be the only one.

After half an hour of silence, you can’t take anymore.

“Thank you for coming all this way,” you say quietly.

Renjun hums. “Sure.”

“I appreciate it.”

He nods, eyes trained to the road. “I know.”

Stuck for something else to say, you’re grateful when he finally sighs.

“Why would she drag you right the way out here?”

You only realise he’s not looking for a genuine answer when he speaks again.

“It’s like she’s trying to be awkward,” he huffs.

Despair curls around you. Why must you be forced to be the bad guy?

“Pull over, Jun.”

He glances at you. “What?”

“Stop the car.”

“O— Okay.”

He pulls into a side street, then around again into a small car park fenced off by thin chain-link; there’s only one streetlamp that burns brightly in the centre of it, several other dark, empty cars are parked up.

He switches off the ignition, stares down at the wheel. Part of him must know what’s coming.

“Zara didn’t meet me because she wanted to apologise,” you sigh. “She warned me off you.”

Renjun’s brow furrows, his already tired eyes narrowing. “Warned you?”

“She told me to stay away from you. To get out of your life.”

He shakes his head.

“You don’t believe me?” you press.

“No, I do. I mean, I know you wouldn’t lie.”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t.”

He rakes his hands down his face, his exasperation rife. “I don’t know why she’s being like this.”

“She’s a bad person, Jun. I told you this.”

“Is that really it?” he mumbles, hands dropping to his lap. “Why don’t I see it?”

“Because bad people are good at manipulating others,” you confess.

“You think I’m being manipulated?”

You shrug. “I think you love her, and it’s hard to see past that.”

Renjun’s head falls back to the rest of his seat. He stares through the windscreen that’s just beginning to fog over.

“Do I love her?” he mutters.

Another question he doesn’t want an answer to, you suppose, but the opportunity seems as good as any you’re going to get. A diversion, perhaps.

“Can I... ask you something?”

Renjun’s head lolls towards you; he nods.

“The other day, outside the vegan place...” you assess his reaction on mention of the event. He doesn’t look away from you. “What was that?”

He puffs a small laugh. “Who knows? Another one of our moments, probably.”

Your chest seizes with the ache of hope.

“Moments?” you press.

“What, you’ve never noticed? We have moments.”

He turns towards you slightly, angling so he can stretch his left arm over the back of your seat, his shirt pulling tight across his broad chest. Heat rises up your nape, blooms in your cheeks.

“I’ve noticed.”

He quirks a brow. “Yeah?”

You nod. “I thought it was just me.”

“It wasn’t. It’s not, I mean.”

Misty condensation crawls over the windscreen, the eerie glow of the streetlamp casting strong shadows down the planes of Renjun’s face, the smooth length of his neck.

“Have you ever thought about us? In that way?” you ask.

Renjun swallows. He wets his bottom lip, gaze drifting to your mouth. “What way?” he rasps.

“In the way that friends shouldn’t.”

He smirks gently. “Yeah.”

A heavy swoop of wanting renders you somewhat lightheaded.

“But you never made a move,” you breathe.

“I was never sure. Had a lot to lose.”

“Are you sure now?”

It’s stunted, the realisation that during this whole exchange, he’s been gradually closing in on you. When the next words roll from his lips, they’re inches from yours.

“So sure,” he whispers.

And the connection you’ve been longing for is made; Renjun kisses you, softly and with a tenderness that clutches the fibre of your being and forever tethers you to the man. When he breaks off carefully, it’s a mere second to allow for acceptance; you clutch his shirt and drag him back.

The rain bounces off the hood of the car, relentless in its tinny rhythm. The blanket of darkness outside, the tangible weight of heat in the car makes this a secret so far removed from what you had hitherto believed; that your best friend was never a realistic option. Now, with your lips on his and your groans on his tongue, it feels pretty damn real.

He breaks away again, flushed across cheek and chest. “We should stop.”

“No—”

You kiss him again, a clashing of lips and momentum that Renjun counters with his weight, leaning over you to press back against the creaky seat. His hand closing around your throat, gentle and clammy, sends a wave of voracious wanting straight to your core; you hold his wrist, urging him closer, licking into his mouth.

“Jesus,” he pants breathlessly, “you taste even better than I imagined—”

You groan softly. “You can’t say things like that to me, Jun.”

“Why not?”

“Because it makes me crazy.”

He grins against your mouth. “I don’t mind a little crazy, baby.”

***

Back at your apartment, things move quickly, and perhaps that’s for the best.

In the dim of your living room, Renjun strips the wet clothes from your skin, the sliver of moonlight bleeding through the curtains bathing your complexion. Every hitch of breath and wanton sigh feels deafening in the silence; it’s vulnerable, to be so open and bare like this, but all the more natural.

There’s a conversation to be had, you know, and were you not the victim of years’ worth of crushing longing you might pause to entertain it. As it stands, you’re far from able to tear yourself away from the man. Better then, that it appears to be mutual.

He likes the way you taste; he’s told you as much. He likes the way your lips feel, an apparent glutton for kissing every inch of your mouth. His are swollen now, temptingly plush. They travel down the column of your throat, a tingling trail left on your skin. The nearest hard surface is a chest of drawers tucked near the television unit; you’re backed to it, lifted to it, legs spread for him to stand between. His shirt discarded to reveal broad chest and a gentle wave of abs brings you to near frantic delight; your hands roam over him, appreciating every curve and blemish.

“It’s so weird,” you mumble quietly.

Renjun watches you. “Weird?”

“To touch you like this; like I've always wanted to. I feel like I should be reprimanded or something.”

He curls a grip around your wrist, bringing your arm around his neck. His lips close on yours as he whispers, “That can be arranged, baby.”

Arousal pools silken in your core; with one hand he lifts your right thigh up and apart, with the other he traces a teasing touch over your naked centre, the expanse of his palm cupping you warmly. You grind instinctively against him, the desire for friction demanding it.

Renjun grins and says on a staggered breath, “So pretty right here.” He isolates his middle finger, dragging it through your folds. “So wet.”

 “Jun, fuck—”

“Want my big cock, baby?” He palms over the swell in his jeans, guides your hand to do the same. The thick impression under your fingers sends butterflies in your gut to soar; you make quick work of his belt buckle and zipper, tugging the clothing down his thighs until he takes over. When free, he strokes himself slowly, tightly. Gripping the lip of the furniture you’re perched on, your core throbs with wanting on the suggestion of being filled, for Renjun’s lengthy appendage promises such satisfaction.

“Well?” he quirks a brow. “Do you want it?”

You nod weakly.

“Can’t hear you.”

“Yes, Jun. I want it. God.”

“Better,” he rasps, a step forward connecting your bodies for him to angle just so. By the curve of your ass, he drags you sharply to the edge of the furniture, his blushed head catching on your entrance when he aligns. You hold your breath, arms thrown around his neck, so much more than prepared for this.

He locks your lips when a gentle ease of his hips guides him inside; every nerve ending fires off and white static descends over your consciousness, your whimper of delight in taking him so deliciously dying out on his tongue. Renjun draws tight, holds so until the relief of being sheathed inside you allows him to relax. Connected on most every level two people may be, he breaks away to lift your chin with thumb and forefinger, attaching his mouth to the underside of your jaw as he whispers, “Hold on tight.”

And his warning is not unfounded; Renjun fucks you with a vivacity you thought him incapable of, the rhythmic drive of his hips strong and pointed on every thrust. The thump of the drawers against the wall accompanies the litany of expletives falling from your lips, bruised and bitten from his enthusiasm. Held spread by his hands hooked under your knees, Renjun moves with a steady fluidity that sees you stimulated in the deepest reaches.

Over his shoulder, the darkened window of your living room reflects the moonlit scene back at you; the toned muscles of his back and thighs that wave like an artform, the rigidity of his stance that speaks to his seemingly endless stamina, the thin coat of sweat that renders him almost iridescent.

“Jun,” you whimper hopelessly, “I can’t—”

“You can,” he hisses, “you can, baby. You’re doing so well.”

Slinking from him to rest against the wall, Renjun releases your knee to drag an appreciative touch down your clammy chest, to your navel.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, then guides your thighs up and spreads wide, exposing your tender centre for his viewing pleasure. He watches with smouldering intensity as he disappears inside you, coated in your arousal, the repeated entry slick and easy. He manages what length of his throbbing cock is given to you; sometimes the inches of his tip and one more, sometimes the full seven.

“J— Jun,” you claw at his chest, “I’m coming—”

“Yeah, fuck... good girl.”

When your orgasm hits, it brings his. Removed from physical constraints of the body, you float boneless through the euphoria that is having the most incredible sex of your life. The sight of Renjun falling apart amidst praises of your name is one you won’t soon forget; hopefully won’t have to.

Swaddled in bed with him after the clean-up, (he insisted on showering with you), it strikes you that this is how it must feel to cross a line you’ve been tiptoeing along for so many years; like fulfilment. Uncertain, but somehow complete. Your best friend naked at your side, you turn to him and take him in. His plush lips relaxed in content, his eyes closed as sleep crawls over him. His black and blonde hair freshly washed and towel dried, the gentle rising and falling of his still blushed chest.

“Jun?”

He opens his eyes slowly.

“We did a thing,” you whisper.

He smiles lazily. “Yeah. We did. A good thing?”

“It feels like a good thing.”

He hums his agreement. “It does.”

“You’re a talker though, huh?”

“You knew that about me.”

“I guess. I didn’t think it extended to everything though.”

He eyes you dubiously. “You don’t like it?”

You shake your head. “Didn’t say that.”

“Good. Because there’s still scope for that reprimanding you wanted.”

Silken warmth blooms in your core; this is certainly a side of him that’ll take some getting used to where your sanity is concerned.

“So... you’d want this to happen again?” you ask, somewhat timidly.

His brow furrows. “Would I want to have the best sex I’ve ever had, again? Are you kidding?”

“I mean—”

“I know what you mean. Yes, I do. I’d like it to happen a lot, actually.”

You swallow over the lump in your throat. Renjun taps his chest, opening his arm for you to snuggle beneath. In doing so, you’re almost as confused as you are thoroughly delighted; this is all so new.

He kisses your crown softly. “I’ll get things straightened out with Zara in the morning,” he speaks into your hair. “I know this wasn’t the right way to do things, but I’m glad it happened all the same.”

“You are?”

“Yeah. If it didn’t happen now, it might never have.”

“It would have,” you whisper. “I’d have made sure of it.”

Renjun laughs gently, the vibrations in his chest under your ear.

“You were always supposed to end up with me, Jun.”

He sighs listlessly, his fingers soothing through your hair.

“I know.”

***

Five weeks ago, in this very café, you met someone who had everything you wanted.

Now, you sit opposite that same person, and her countenance is just as icy as it was back then. Yours, however, is decidedly lighter. You don’t look at Zara and see all the things she has that you don’t; you look at her and simply see her for what she pretends to be.

And in the spirit of pretence, you place your phone to the table.

“What is it that you wanted, exactly?” Zara huffs, arms wrapped around herself as though fearing she might catch a disease from the rustic venue.

“I wanted to thank you.”

Zara scoffs. “What?”

“I wanted to say thank you,” you repeat.

“I don’t get it.”

You smile sweetly. “If it wasn’t for you, I never would have had the courage to go through with telling Jun how I felt.” You pause, pleased with the vacant gloss that crosses Zara’s face. “Or, I suppose, showing him how I felt.”

Her mouth opens, then promptly closes. It reminds you of a pufferfish.

“You gave me an epiphany, Zara.”

“A what?”

“After your attempt at blackmailing me yesterday, I figured I had nothing to lose. Why was I keeping my feelings to myself? I mean, I’d always had an inkling that if Jun and I ever tried to cross that line of friendship into something more, we’d hit it off big time. I guess I was super right.”

Zara leans across the table. “What the hell are you saying to me? What happened?”

“Well,” you speak thoughtfully, “after I left the plastic club, I called Jun. He picked me up, and we talked, and then...” you look around sheepishly, then pull down the collar of your sweater just enough that the mark of Renjun’s passion is exposed; perhaps you exacerbated it with some brown eyeshadow.

Zara’s cheeks turn a strange, beetroot colour. “You’re trying to tell me you screwed my boyfriend? Like, you?”

You nod triumphantly.

“There’s no fucking way,” Zara laughs, “like, look at you. Look at me. He’d give up prime fucking steak for a mouldy old hamburger? Be serious right now—”

“Best sex of his life, I think he said.”

“You’re a fucking liar!” she rises from her chair. “I’ll totally destroy you, bitch. You think Ren-ren would even look at you? That he would cheat on me!? I knew you were delulu but this is giving psych ward—”

And at that moment, the venue door opens, inviting the street chill inside. Still sitting calmly, you glance over your shoulder. Renjun, having just entered, holds his phone to his ear, his expression sombre. The colour drains from Zara’s face.

“Ren-ren...?”

He lowers his phone, holding the screen to her. Your caller ID dances across it; you tap the screen of your phone, still positioned face-up on the table, and promptly end the call. For Zara, the pieces click into place relatively quickly.

“You... heard all that?” she mutters.

“She told me you were a bad person,” Renjun says coolly. “I didn’t want to believe it.”

Zara starts across the café towards him; you rise quickly from your chair, stepping into her path. She falters but doesn’t push it.

“You blackmailed my best friend,” he continues, “belittled her. Dismissed her at every turn. Made her feel like she was worth nothing; like her feelings were worth nothing. What has to be fundamentally broken in a person to make them capable of doing that?”

“You’ve got it totally wrong, Ren-ren—”

“Enough!” he hisses. “Just stop pretending, Zara. For once, be real.”

And something in her demeanour appears to snap; like the mask falls away to reveal the rot beneath.

“You know I have, like, three other dudes hanging off me, right?” she sneers. “I’m not short on attention. Guys trip over themselves trying to get to know me. My DM’s are so packed it’s like the fucking Superbowl in there.”

You breathe out a laugh, unable to withhold it.

“What? That’s funny to you? You wouldn’t even know what attention feels like, how good it feels to be wanted—”

“Oh, I know how good it feels to be wanted,” you smile saccharine.

“You’re nothing,” she continues.

Renjun takes your hand, seemingly done with the display. “Come on.”

You nod at him, turning away from the first person you’ve ever seen spiral into their own built-up delusions in real time.

“You’re a pair of fucking nobodies!” she cries.

You wonder if there might have been another way to do this. Not so publicly, perhaps. Does a bad, brutal person call for a bad, brutal comedown in every case?

“You think you got one over on me!? I don’t get cheated on; I do not get dumped!”

You turn back to her as Renjun opens the door for you. A snide wave and a smile of genuine delight, you simply say:

“TTFN.”

***

“Oh, fuck, Jun—”

Among your plans for this Sunday afternoon, getting your back blown out wasn’t quite on the list. Having said that, it’s a welcome addition.

Renjun holds you at the curve of your hips, the rhythmic smack of skin timing to his brutal thrusts. He groans your name and curses aloud, the thick length of his cock driving every staggered breath clean from you in a litany of whines and moans.

Five weeks since the incident you’re mutually calling ‘the great breakdown’; spring is finally here.

Life is a level of blissful you hadn’t thought was achievable. You’re not sure there’s such a thing as moving too fast when you’ve both suffered such longing; there’s been talk of him moving in with you, talk of meeting parents, talk of future plans that—while somewhat daunting for the most obvious reasons pertaining to change—are inexplicably exciting.

“God, you’re so good baby. So good at taking me—”

And as Renjun still talks, your susceptibility to his filth has only grown.

“Want it,” you whimper, “want all of it, Jun, please—”

Blonde strands fall into his eyes amongst the black as he doubles over you, close to crisis. Hands and knees imprinting the mattress that creaks steadily beneath you, Renjun’s appreciation for your body manifests in the handprints on your ass, the soft teeth marks over your shoulders, the dainty blooming of colour on your throat. He flips you over—a somewhat clumsy affair until limbs are situated and he’s back inside you—and the final drives of his hips bring him to release.

When he comes, he does so while consuming your lips, for that’s yet another thing you’ve discovered of his nature; Renjun feels never more connected than by a kiss, the need to feel your lips a crutch on which his pleasure rests.

Good thing you’re more than happy to oblige.

Amidst post-coital content, strewn out naked under the sunny spring rays that cast through your bedroom window, Renjun sighs softly.

“Still want to take that hot springs trip?”

𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙠 ♡

player | jung sungchan [M]

SYNOPSIS: You considered yourself an average, but you are nowhere near that. And surprisingly, after liking the handsome soccer player, Jung Sungchan secretly, he never looks at your way. Will you succeed to get his attention?

words: 4.8k (omfg, i never thought i could write this much for sungchan lmao)

pairing: soccerplayer!jung sungchan x fem!reader

content: university setting! heartrob sungchan, smart and talented Y/N, slight angst if you flinch, smut, contains profanities, junior year with dreamies and sungchan, 127 hyungs are seniors, stray kids members cameo, established relationship at the end, locker room make out, public sex

author's note: the title "player" isn't really that connected to sungchan's attitude or whatever. and i don't have any idea what to call this so he's literally a soccer player kdfjsjfdfjadfh. i like sungchan so much that i wrote till 4k. any kinds of feedback is appreciated!

"Y/N! Have you received the email that i sent?" Haechan rushes to you, hair a bit messy and his crumpled sports uniform.

You nod and continue to take some notes as you scan your iPad for more information to take in. "Come on, Y/N. Loosen up! Watch us play." He whines and sloppily sits down beside you.

Glancing at him, you cant help but laugh of the state he's in. "Donghyuck, for christ sake. I can't watch you play so awfully. The secondhand embarrassment as your friend is enough."

Haechan makes a face as he stands up again, "Jung Sungchan. I heard he's gonna teach us basic soccer. Damn, he'd pass as a coach, i guess?" Now completely ignoring your notes as you look at him properly, curiousity evident in your eyes. "Really? When does it start?"

Haechan's brows furrowed and tilted his head, "You know what, i've had enough of this little crush of yours. You've been obvious for two fucking years, why don't you send him a letter or something?"

"Haech, i've been obvious to you and to our friends about him but not to anyone." You said as your bright face drops as well as your tone.

"Oh god, stress-bada. Whatever, do what you want. I'll go back to class." He walks his way out and you have no choice but to focus on the documents that you were reading.

You're really grateful that you and Sungchan weren't blockmates or else you can't think of anything but him.

This little affection for him started since you were freshmen, you exactly remembered how you felt like the first time you interacted.

"Kick it!" A voice from the soccer field that's loud enough to make everyone pay attention. It was your second week of college, and you couldn't fathom the joy you felt when you entered the university. With new people and new goals to achieve.

You sat down at one of the benches under the tree, seeing the view of soccer players who are trying out to get in the team.

Before you knew it, you felt a slight of pain, the soccer ball hitting the side of your head.

"Ah!" You winced as the ball hit you, Haechan letting out a loud, "Oh my god." The laugh he supressed comes out from his mouth.

You opened your eyes and rubbed the part that was hit as you see someone approaching you, getting the ball with his hands. "You okay?" He asks you with his low voice making you look up and stare at him, unable to speak.

"The other student strongly kicked the ball, sorry for that."  He apologizes as he walks back to the field. And you, still unable to talk because of how beautiful the man is.

That's when you started to know him by his name. You start to pass by his room just to get a glimpse of him, and those two years of stealing glances, he never looked back.

When it was sports day, or be it foundation day, you always rooted for him. But he...never saw you. That you didn't exist in his, and you accepted that. Admiring him from afar is enough.

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" You snap back to reality when Chenle waved his hand harshly in front of you.

"Yeah?" You replied as you stretched your arms, looking around in the room only to realize your block mates are changing into their uniforms.

"Won't you wear your sports uni?" He queries as he states the obvious. You stood up getting your bag and proceeds to change into your uniform.

The university sports wear knew exactly what they were doing. A black shirt with the university logo and a cycling shorts which definitely look good on you.

As you walked out of the girls changing room, you immediately heard whistles from your friends who are waiting for you.

"Looking good, Y/N." Jeno says as he places an arm around your shoulder, "Shut up, Jeno. What do you want?" He didn't answer but he clinged onto you instead, with Donghyuck complaining how tired he is.

With Jeno's arms around you and your friends walking to the hall, you didn't realize that your blockmates were already ligned up inside the gym and Jung Sungchan was saying something to them.

You quickly positioned yourself on the last row, thinking that you can go unnoticed since you never really mattered anyway.

But so much for a smart brain and pretty face, you can't go unnoticed.

Sungchan harshly walks infront of everyone, his shoes making a sound as he scanned the boys first.

"From now on, i'll be teaching basic soccer. I hope you'll pay attention even if we're in the same year. Coach will be expecting for your excellent knowledge after our meets."

You used to think that people can't be that tall but he proved it wrong. You unconciously fixed your top when you saw a pair of cleats on the gym floor.

"Can i get a name?" You couldn't believe it that he was infront of you, asking your name. You looked up to see him towering over you, completely unfazed while you're getting dizzy over how good he smells.

It took Winter to poke you for you to answer your name. While you were blinking a couple of times, Sungchan nodded. "I don't want you to take your time strolling the halls. I want everyone on time, we'll be on the field next class." He said as he walks to the front.

"Is he kidding? I can't believe he doesn't know you!" Jisung chimes in as he sat down on your table with his tray.

"Right? Unbelievable, that just means he doesn't really notice your crush for him at all." Chenle comments after he sips his afternoon coffee.

"Whatever, i was just starstruck to finally be able to have a conversation with him again."

"Y/N, you can't call that conversation. You just said your name to him." Says Jeno.

"It's time for you to meet someone. Go on dates, nerd." Renjun who was apparently behind you, with a stack of books in his hands.

"I could say the same for you. You seem very busy." You said as you scanned Jun with his form, he looks exhausted.

The cafe near the university had no effort in keeping you on time in running classes. It was always a place where you guys hang out, despite of being the only girl in the group.

"Where's Jaem by the way?" Jeno asks after chewing a big bite of sandwich.

"That's suspicious. You are always together." Donghyuck squints his eyes to Jeno Lee only to have a shrug answer in the end.

"What's that, Y/N?" Jisung queries as he points at the folded shirt on your lap. Oh shit. You forgot to give it to Chan.

"Fucking shit. I gotta go!" You grabbed your things including the shirt and ran towards the university's entrance, going to the locker room of the athletes.

"Chan! Shit! Sorry, Oh my God." You shout in front of the room but no one answers. Checking the time, it's 2:20. There's no one inside, right? So i can just leave it in his locker. Right.

You twisted the knob, peeking inside. You saw nothing and that's where you fucked up.

You entered the room, looking for Bang Chan's name in the locker when the door on the side opened revealing Sungchan topless with only a towel on his waist.

You raked your eyes over his form, the water droplets from his hair to his chest, his abs that's perfectly sculpted and his lower...

Looking away after checking him out obviously was the worst thing you've ever done in your whole life. But you don't regret it.

"What are you doing here?" His voice resonates in the room.

You let out an exhale, trying to form some words as he takes a step towards you.

"I--- just wanted to give this to Chan. It's his." You raised the shirt, slightly waving it.

Sungchan stepped closer until he was just inches far from you and you had no choice but to lean on the locker. "Your boyfriend?" Your eyes widened on the sudden question. "N-no! Definitely not. We're just friends."

You looked up at him and a smirk is plastered on his face, he leans in closer to your face until you can smell his minty breath.

"You know how dangerous this room is?" Every time he says a word, you can feel his hot breath on the side of your lips.

Biting your lower lip, you meet his gaze. "I was just really---"

Sungchan cursed under his breath and before you can continue what you were saying, his lips captured yours.

You kept your eyes open, not processing what he's doing. He snaked his hand on your back, the other resting on your cheek to kiss you properly.

Closing your eyes, you wrapped your arms on his neck, responding to his kisses. He bit your lower lip and slides his hot tongue inside your mouth.

"Fuck." Sungchan says in between your kisses, he bites and sucks your tongue until you were whimpering below him.

He cuts the kiss, both of you panting heavily. He steps backward, giving you some space. A glance was all it took for you to ask what just happened but the door slammed open, revealing Chan who doesnt know anything.

"Hey, Y/N! Thought you were never gonna give that back." Chan lays his eyes on Sungchan who was now opening his locker like nothing happened.

You fixed yourself, facing Chan. "Yeah, sorry for being late. I waited for you, i didn't know someone was in here but it's okay. Not that long. I gotta go!" You gave Chan his shirt and sprinted out from the room.

Walking back to your building, you touched your lips as you sigh. What now?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. You cant even write a thing on your paper.

"What's wrong with you?" Mark asks as he looks at your papers scattered on the living room.

"Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing? Bitch, you haven't written a thing and look at these papers." You look up and threw Mark daggers with your eyes.

"Shut the fuck up, Mark. Where were you, by the way?" You placed your hand on the table as you closed your eyes hoping to find peace.

"Oh, i was taking the classes i missed last term. You know, kinda late." So much for having a cousin and roomate at the same time.

"I actually saw you running at the athletes building this afternoon. Who were you after?"

You opened your eyes and your body froze. The defeaning silence was enough for Mark to burst in laughter. "Shit, something happened huh? Well, glad there's some action in your life. I heard Hyunjin talking about you last time, he's in soccer too, right? What a gorgeous man." He walks over to the kitchen.

Am i doomed? Did he badmouth me for the kiss? Did he tell his whole team? Shit.

You weren't supposed to go. But you never missed any class and that's...horrible. You strut your way to the field now with your friends usually following you.

Everyone of you lined up, waiting for your "coach" to show up.

"Alright, is everyone here? We'll be practicing the defense and the attack." There are noises from afar, you all look back only to see the rest of the players walking to the soccer field.

You were surprised to see Mark Lee with the bunch, he found you on the line and you mouth "what the fuck" but he just rolled his eyes.

Some of my team mates will be the defense, and everyone of you can try the attack. In simpler words, you will all be kicking the ball."

"Well, shit." Haechan says loudly and shamelessly that made everyone laugh.

"Ladies first." Jaemin says, not noticing he was also there lining up with the boys.

There was a protest but the majority of the girls agreed so you walk forward one by one to kick the ball. The players switching to be the defense.

You see Felix going to the middle ready to defend as your blockmates kick the ball. There was one girl who got points for the first 10 of them.

They switched to another player, this time it's Hwang Hyunjin on the defense.

You are fourth to the last of the girls to kick the ball. And when it was your turn, you felt concious like all of your confidence was gone with all the eyes on you.

"I know she's good at kicking balls." Chenle says earning a slap in the arm by Jisung. "Don't put it like that! Well, she is really a hard hitter, by the way."

You focus your eyes on Hyunjin in the middle, the ball in front of your feet. You never really looked at him that much but he looks amazing with blonde hair. God.

He spreaded his legs and his arms, like a bull ready to run to his prey, but this time, he defends it.

You step back a bit, readying your right foot to kick on the side where there is space where he can't reach but that's fucking impossible since he has long arms and legs.

You kicked the ball on the side, and it...went in. Cheers erupts due to your friends.

You see Hyunjin smirk, he let you...win. You were sure that he can reach that but he didn't. It wasn't obvious enough for everyone because he dramatically missed it.

You look at him, earning a wink as he positions again getting ready for the next attacker.

You supressed a smile as you walk back to the position where other students has kicked the ball. You traveled your eyes to the field only to meet a pair of piercing eyes, Jung Sungchan's eyes.

You never backed down on your staring, you gained confidence on how he was unable to restrain himself from kissing you. You're implying what-is-wrong-with-you-look.

He was the first one to break the eye contact to signal that it was the boys turn.

"Hey, i heard Giselle's dating Sungchan." You raised your brow to the information you heard behind you.

"Really? I thought they were just close friends. They are in the same block and Giselle's smart and pretty too. They'll look good if that's true!" Another girl says.

Well, shit. Why did he kissed me then?

You feel your stomach churn, feeling uneasy. You look at the boys who are doing the activity as you sat down on the grassy field, observing them as Winter sits beside you.

"Hey," She says as she looks at you while you responded with a nod. "You okay?" You nodded yet again, "Sorry, Wint. Not in the mood to make a conversation." You glanced at her and let out a small smile.

"Tired already?" Hyunjin walks towards you, holding a bottle of cold water. He offers it to you as you keep your eyes on him. You received the bottle without a doubt, letting out a small "thanks" while he walks back to his team.

"This man's getting brave!" Bang Chan's voice can be heard when Hyunjin returned to their bunch. You just shook your head.

It's been two weeks. Two weeks of fucking avoiding him. You wanted an explanation, sure. But is it even important when in those two weeks you keep on seeing Giselle and Sungchan even in your favorite spot in a coffee shop, studying or whatever the fuck they were doing.

In your sports class, you did your best to participate but you wouldnt go near him or even try to interact. You understood why he kissed you. He knows you're attracted to him. So he took advantage because you would never say no.

"Y/N?" Renjun shouts your name inside your apartment with Mark only to find you slouching on the couch.

"What the hell, why are you looking like a piece of shit?" He says directly, pertaining to your messy hair, the dark bags under your eyes and your loose clothes.

"There's party at 127's building, across from here. You did not forget that, didn't you?"

You raised your head up, feeling listless because of all the reading that you did. "You did, you forgot about it. God, do you even sleep?"

"I'll come with you. I will go get changed." You stood up, feeling dizzy while you walk to your room.

You supposed your decision was right, you are now inside the party of your seniors building with booming sounds, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes and the flickering lights.

You wore a bralette and a pair of high-waisted red skirt just above your knee. You felt excited as you see your friends walking towards you.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jaemin asks, placing his palm on your forehead to check your temperature.

You let out a laugh, "Come on, Jaem. I'm fine. You all go have fun, i'll be right after you." Jaem looks at you with concern as he follows Jisung and the rest of your friends to the crowd.

You went to the kitchen that ended up being a place when intimate people do things away from the crowd. You had your way in, filling your cup with water as you hear someone shout, "Alright, people! Doyoung said he'll haunt you if he sees anything on their kitchen, out!" Sungchan says as he walks towards you and you were ready to walk out of it but he held your wrist.

"Except you, we need to talk."

"Talk about what?" You look at his hand holding your wrist, he gently pulls his hand out.

"Sorry, i just really wanted to talk to you about what happened in the room." He said, leaning on the kitchen counter.

"I understand. It was impulsive, no big deal." You said as you looked at him, you saw a hint of shock painted his face.

"No big deal?" Sungchan repeats your word. You nodded and shrugged, "We're both adults, aren't we?"

He scoffs, "It was a ruse, i guess? Your friend Haechan said you like me. I overheard it, and i was a jerk for kissing you like that knowing your feelings. It was a big deal after hearing the girl i liked, is attracted to me. But i guess i was wrong, it meant nothing. So i'm sorry for trying." He lifted his face, showing a smile without any other emotion. "I sincerely apologize, excuse me."

You were too stunned to even speak as he makes his way out of the kitchen. It was a big deal after hearing the girl i liked, is attracted to me.

Holy shit. Doesn't he have a girlfriend already?

You stood there, frozen. You don't know how many minutes you wasted just to space out.

"Hey!" You darted your eyes to Giselle who just opened the large refrigerator to get a bottle of milk...

"Are you enjoying the party? God, it's noisy back there!" She looks at you, "You're really pretty by the way, no wonder my best friend likes you!" She says unconciously as she walks back to her company who was waiting for her.

Well, shit.

The party ended without you seeing Sungchan again. You were disappointed with yourself, he wanted to talk to you and express his feelings but you crossed him out.

After the day of the party, everyone seems to be so weak. Hangover caving in, but for you, you didn't even drink but you still feel drunk on the words that Sungchan said.

You anticipated for your sports class just to see him and of course, talk to him about it.

You hurriedly got changed and follow your blockmates to the field only to see him playing the other players as he kicks the ball hard, hitting the net.

"Find a pair. Play with the ball and practice kicking it and vice versa with a partner." Sungchan states, an uninteresting look on his face as he walks over to sit on the bench.

You and Chenle decided to be partners, kicking the ball with your feet without vigor. "Oh my God, Y/N!" Chenle shouts as he harshly kicks the ball that lands on your knee, "Hey! What?" He just laughs in responds and you repeated the same action after the bell rings.

You see Sungchan heading over to the Athletes building, following him as you look around. He glances at you, stopping infront of the locker room. "What now, Y/N?"

You didn't say anything, he just sighed and opened the door for him to enter.

You exhaled exaggerately, i can do this.

You opened the door, seeing him sitting down on the plastic stool in front of his locker replacing his sports shoes with a different one.

"I thought Giselle was your girlfriend that's why i avoided you," He stopped tying his shoe laces, his head still lowered down so you continued to speak. "I like you, i still do. It's unbelievably crazy why you liked me back!" You said as you take a step forward but just enough to have the distance that you want.

He quickly finished his laces and he raised his head, looking at you intently. "Come here," He pats his thigh signaling you to sit on it.

You reclutantly stepped forward and placed your hand on his shoulder and slowly sit down on his thigh sideways. "Good girl." He whispers and holds your hand, "Do you know i liked you ever since i saw you on that field smiling and laughing gracefully with your friend?"

He lets his nose touch on your cheek, "You don't know how hard it was for me to see you surrounded by such guys that was completely better than me. You are unreachable." He placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "That's why i took the chance to kiss you right then and there."

"Would you let me kiss you again?" Sungchan asks as you face him properly letting out a small, "Yes."

He smiles as he crouches to catch your lips, his kiss was slow and sensual. Lips so soft and plump that you could kiss him forever.

It was not like that for long, his kisses turned wild. He confidently bit your lip as he slides his tongue on your mouth, dominating you.

You moan in response as his hand caresses your thighs. He pulls away from the kiss making you groan, "Sungchan, please." You cling onto his neck, your legs are now wrapped on his waist, completely straddling him.

"You are so naughty." He comments as he looks at you. "Give me more." You said as you felt his poking erection at your cycling shorts.

"Damn it," He whispers as he places his hand on your ass, pushing you on the crotch of his jersey shorts. "Feel that? If you want more then i'll give you what you want."

You're delirious. You nodded and grinded on his clothed erection to find friction.

"Fuck." He runs his hand on the side of your waist, holding the hem of your shirt to take it off for you and throwing it on the side. He unhooked your bra, marveling at the sight of your perked nipples.

He lowered his head to lick and suck on your nipples alternately, his tongue circling the bud while he plays with the other with his thumb. "Oh, God. Sungchan, fuck me." You let out a loud moan, "Shhh, baby. Someone might hear you."

He stood up while carrying you, he was heading for the door. "What are you----" He pins you on the wall beside the door, his other hand reaches for the lock. "For safety." He puts your legs down, you took the cue to take off your shorts to be left with your panties.

He kneels down, lifting your other leg to see the wet patch of your panties. You leaned on the wall, closing your eyes as you felt Sungchan setting the fabric aside using his fingers. You looked down to see his face nearing on your cunt, his fingers doing slow strokes on your clit.

He placed your leg on his shoulder, your glistening cunt only for him to see. "So wet for me." He holds your legs as he licks a stripe of your pussy.

"Ah!" You covered your mouth with your palm and the other grabbing his hair, shutting your eyes as Sungchan started lapping on your cunt. His tongue penetrating your entrance. He eats like a mad man.

The supressed sexual desire and the image of Jung Sungchan eating you out madly made you reach your high as your legs shake and pupils dilate.

"Shit." Sungchan's curse vibrates on your clit as he grips your legs and lets your rub your pussy on his tongue. As he stood up wiping his lips using his forearms, he quickly wrapped his arms on your waist. He chuckles at your state.

"I'm not done with you yet," He lowers his jersey shorts as well as his boxers, his cock springing free, leaking with precum. You gasped at the sight as you look up at him.

"It's okay, baby. It'll feel good. Or do you need some prepping?" He says as he lifts your legs again for you to wrap it around his waist.

"No, i can take it." You responded weakly, your hide your face on his neck.

"Such a good girl for me." He makes you raise your chin, "I want to see you."

You leaned on the wall, arms wrapped around his neck as you felt him aligning the tip of his cock on your entrance. He pushes an inch of him that made your face contort with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"You're fucking gorgeous." He grunts as you tried to push more of him, "Take it easy, baby."

You shook your head, craving for more of him. His patience were growing thin as you keep squirming before him.

He harshly slams his cock fully inside of you, "Sungchan!" You screamed at how he stretched your out, your walls clenching on him already.

"Shit, feels so good. Stop clenching on me or i'll fucking wreck you." He whispers on you making you feel a tight knot in your stomach.

He bottoms out only to thrust back in harshly, you were sliding higher on the wall as he fucks the shit out of you. His cock hit wonders of your pussy, the way he holds your waist as he fucks you standing up.

"C-can't! I'm coming!" You felt your orgasm caving in as Sungchan speeds up with his thrusts, the skin slapping sound resonates in the room.

Your mouth hangs open as he detached your from the wall, holding your back as he thrusts into you while standing up, your breasts bouncing at his harsh thrusts.

"Yes, just like that. Ah!" You moaned as your legs shake again and you felt Sungchan's cock twitch inside you, shooting his milk on your walls.

Your legs were weak and cannot able to wrap on his waist but he quickly supported you as you let him carry you, "Hey," He says after a long seconds of silence, "I'm on pills." You said and he chuckles at your remarks as he detaches himself from you.

He puts you down letting you sit on the stool as he fixes his jersey shorts. "I can't believe you fucked me with your shirt on."

He bursts in laughter, "Sorry, baby." He opens his locker and gets his sweatpants and some wipes to clean you up. He wiped your inner thighs as you watch him reach for your shirt and bra, the cycling shorts going inside his locker.

"Hey!" He helped you put on your clothes, "You think you can walk?" He asks genuinely.

"I can, i just need a minute." He kneels infront of you, his hand reaches for yours to play with your fingers.

"This means we're dating, right?" He asks, earning a smile and a nod from you.

"Oh, and don't worry. The other athletes have classes at this hour. No one comes in here in the morning."

"That's why you confidently fucked me in here." You snicker as his ears got all red. "Don't you have class after sports?"

"I have. I gotta catch up. Thanks for this." You point at his sweatpants as you both headed to the door. He unlocks it and you both got out, "I'll fetch you after class. Wait for me." He says as you smiled brightly, you tiptoed and kissed his cheek.

"Bye!" You walk to the direction back into your building but you were shocked to see Haechan on the hallway seeing the whole scene.

"Oh my fucking God!" He shrieks as he runs to your building as you followed him.

Jung Sungchan only chuckled at how you chased over your friend. There's definitely a lot of explaining to do.

player | jung sungchan by idyllicallycharming.

I have eyes everywhere-yuta

Paring: Nakamoto Yuta x fem!reader

Warnings: mafia! Yuta x sly and innocent reader smut, giving head(m receiving), hair pulling, face fcking degration, overstimulation, orgasm, pet names (princess reader gets called slut 3 times blah blah that all folks

Summary: you went out with your friends without telling your mafia boyfriend Yuta or sharing your location because you guys got into a argument but that’s ok cause he has eye’s everywhere so it doesn’t take that long for him to find you dancing with some random guy 🫣

A/N: I think i had to much fun with this story I might make a series about this one I think but I like Yuta mafia stories they are just so…ENTERTAINING😏 and I really hope I did a good job on this one and I’ll be doing tag lists if you guys want too:)

ENJOYYYYY😏😏😏

It all started when you and Yuta got into a fight on the phone because he said he couldn’t make it to movie night and he was sorry, this was the fourth time he canceled on you and you were sick of so while he was talking you hanged up in his face “asshole” you mumbled under your breath you walk into you guys closet to find you a dress until you came across yutas favorite dress that you wore on you guys first night it was short and it showed a lot of cleavage you had told your friends you changed your mind about going with them, you grabbed your purse and made your way to your friends car that was parked outside you and Yuta house, “OMG Y/N YOU LOOK SO GOOD” one of your friends said “thank you” you say, once you guys made into the club it was kinda loud and you liked it, you started dancing on the dance floor with some guy he had his hands on your waist if Yuta was here and he this he woulda killed the guy and oh boy he was, he was watching the whole scene unfold right in front of him

He was literally seeing red he started to walk up to you and the guy and grabbed your wrist and pulled you beside him he was squeezing your wrist so hard that you swear it would leave a mark tomorrow “ow Yuta” you said to him looking up at him “don’t fucking ow me you slut” Yuta said “let go of her man” the rando said to Yuta, but Yuta didn’t instead he punched the dude and walked out of the club pulling you by your wrist he pushed you into the car and walked over to the driver seat and started the car, he was still seeing red, you knew that dancing with some other guy would piss him off and get his attention but you kinda felt bad do the dude that got punched and you really wanted to say sorry but Yuta pulled you out the club before you could say anything else

“Your in big trouble slut” Yuta said to you as he’s pulling into the driveway you look at him with innocent eyes “why?” You said you knew why and you wanted this to happen you liked when he did you rough until you had tears coming down your you’re face “don’t fucking act innocent” you both go out the car and when you do hes already pulling you by your wrist again, he sits on the couch while your standing in front of him “take it off” you didn’t waste no time taking your dress of course you liked how he demanded you take it off “sit on your knees” he spreads his legs and you don’t take no time doing that either, you put your hand on his bulge and starts rubbing bulge through his pants you look up at him with those sweet innocent eyes

“Fuck” he curses you pulled his pants and briefs down enough to release his fully hard cock out you felt arousal pooling in your stomach you were already wet from the start and he knew that, you started sucking his tip your about touch your wet cunt until he slaps your hand away and you hiss at the contact, you start taking him all the way in your mouth he grunts when you do you slowly go up and down until he bucks his hips up and grips your hair and starts fucking your face as he does this tears are brimming your eyes and you mascara is messy but you like it he fucks your face a few more times until he cums in your mouth “sallow” he says you sallow is cum and shows him how your mouth has no cum in it “get up” you get up from off the floor your knees red and hurting you knew it would leave some kind of mark tomorrow

He pulls you down on his dick without any kind of practice, he holds your hips in and starts fucking into he grips your hips tightly as you moan his name “y-Yuta” you said your brain was turning into mush as he was fucking into your cunt “you like that slut?” He said instead of answering you nodded quickly he slaps your ass “use your words” he says “y-yes” you say as your trying your best not to cum then and there “I-I’m going to cum” that earns you a slap to your cunt, you moan his name at the contact “don’t you dare cum yet” you trying your best, tears coming down your cheeks (face) after a few minutes “can I cum Yuta” you say in half moan and he smirks “cum for me princess” so you cummed he starts to slow down to let you ride out your high he was almost there and after a few fucks he cums inside of you “have you learned your lesson y/n?” He says raising a eyebrow at you “y-yes Yuta” you mumbled “wanna take a bath and then watch a movie?” He says you two happily go into the bath and watched that movie

At least you got a good fuck and a movie after

END OF STORYYY

I hoped you liked it 😏

By: kpopcafeeee

Who’s the boss?- Johnny

Pairing: dilf! Married! Johnny x model! fem! Reader

Warnings: dilf! And married Johnny and young y/n but is a legal age , cheating, smut, degration, chocking, hair pulling, messy sloppy kissing, moaning, size kink, car sex. That’s all you guys😉

Summary: your an intern that just started working at a popular modeling agency and your CEO is the hottest guy there and he knows it everyone knows it, he is the talk of the company and every woman’s after him but he only wants one person and it’s not his wife it’s you

A/N: since you guys wanted kinktober I will be doing them all week and all weekend if I can I I’m sorry if I don’t do all but at least and so-hee is Johnnys wife IM SORRY but karina is your model buddy it’s not the best BUT yeah enjoy the story

Enjoy the story ^u^

it’s you 1st day and you already made a model buddy you guys are in break room with two other models that is talking about you guys boss/CEO

“He’s so fine” your coworker said while smiling and putting lipstick on “i want to be the mother of his children” your other coworker said then Karina joined in “I would give that man eight children if I could” she said while biting her lip, then donghyuck and yuta walked “ too bad ladies he’s married to the beautifulest woman I ever seen” donghyuck said while making his coffee “ but I’m single” he winked “ugh as if Lee donghyuck” your coworker said while scoffing and walking out heels clacking on the floor “rather be with Yuta than you sorry” your other coworker said while walking out after “how about you ladies?, wanna go out to the bar with us after the photo shoots?” Yuta said while raising a eyebrow “sure you in?” Karina said looking at you smiling and winking “s-sure i guess” you said nervously “ok see you at the bar then” Yuta said while winking and walking away with jealous donghyuck.

While walking out you bow and greet everyone until your stopped by a certain person “ you must be new?” Johnny said “yes sir” you said while looking down “ I thought so because If you weren’t i think I would remember a pretty face like that” he said while winking and walking away with people following after him leaving you flustered , is he really married and if he is why is he flirting with you? You just stopped thinking about it and got bakc to your photo shoot.

You wore a black dress that showed a little bit of cleavage but it was appropriate when you arrived at the bar you looked around for them and your eyes landed on them but there was more people at the table that you couldn’t see that well so when you sat down there were people you did the a photo shoot with and some of the staff but the one you were really shocked to see was your ceo being what is a married man doing here doesn’t he has a child to look after for? You stopped thinking about when Karina handed you a beer for whole entire night Johnny was staring at you from across the table you guys were sitting at, the night ended when haechan was to drunk that he couldn’t take his self home so Karina and Yuta had to take him home and Karina was your only ride back to your house since you drove here in cab instead of your car incase you got too drunk that you couldn’t drive home she would drive you home since she didn’t drink that much, so when she left with Yuta and haechan you were surprised and betrayed

So when Johnny offered you a ride home you couldn’t say no cause you couldn’t sleep at a bar, you only live a few minutes away from his house so it wouldn’t take that long so you said yes

When you got in the car and he started driving it felt like it’s been an hour and the tension was comfortable and awkward “Pretty dress” he said while looking at the road then you for a quick second “thank you sir” you said quietly, when you arrived in your drive way you about to get out when Johnny locked the car door on you “um s-sir” you said looking at him with nervous eyes “could meet me in my office tomorrow?” He said looking at you with one eyebrow raised “sir can I ask why?” You said curious on why and kinda thought it was for something else “your gonna do a photo shoot with haechan next week, is that ok?” He said looking concerned cause he knew what haechan was like “it’s fine sir” you said with a smile to tell let him know that your fine “oh well see you tomorrow” he said with a wink “see you tomorrow sir” you said flustered

At first it was just mindless flirting until it turned into you staying late after photo shoots because Johnny wanted to let you look at the pictures to see if they were ok and Johnny sometimes watching you while you do your photo shoots til after a certain photo shoot

“Hey y/n Johnny said he needs you to stay little longer for you to pick the pictures from the photo shoot we should use” one of the staffs said to you “oh ok” you said smiling at the staff and waving goodbye, why did Johnny wanted you to stay after all the pictures were great did you have something in you teeth?, or did you pose at the wrong time, whatever it was had you worrying and sweating bullets until you calmed yourself down

so after some staffs left while some were still in the building working on other’s pictures, you went to his office to see what was wrong and when you got there you were welcomed in by his assistant “sir y/n is here” the assistant said with a smile “thank you, you can leave know” he said with a serious and not serious tone, after his assistant left you asked “if you don’t mind where’s the pictures you wanted me to see?” You said with your head leaning right a little like a confused expression “they’re are no pictures but there is something I want you to do” he said getting out of his chair and walking up to you faces only inches away “could you be a good girl and help me out” he said towering over you with a smirk on his face, you nodded “I need a answer doll” he said in a serious tone he looked like he was going to devour right then and there “y-yes sir” you said looking up at him “good girl” he said with a smirk while putting your legs around his waist and picking you up and moving papers and flies to get you sited on his desk and when you got his desk you met by a kiss he then pushed you closer to him on his desk and putting your legs back on his waist, while you let his tongue roam your mouth until he pulled away from the kiss and started to rip your clothes off one by one until you were in your underwear

He then started to devour you again but he went for neck this time, your clothed cunt was rubbing against his erection, he sucked on every weak spot on your neck until It was bruised, he then moved your panties to the side and stuck one finger into your wet cunt “s-sir” you moaned out “shh baby don’t get to loud now there’s still people here be a good girl and be quiet for me” he said with a smirk he then went back to sucking in your neck and plunging his finger in and out of you “fuck I love it when you call me sir baby” he said against your neck, he then stuck another in your sopping cunt he then picked up the pace and you were almost at your climax until he stopped and removed his finger from out of you, you whined

“sorry baby but I want you to cum on my cock” he said while unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down along with his boxers

WOW he was bigger than anyone you slept with before you wanted to taste him but he had other plans, he then slowly and cautiously out his cock in your tight cunt after he was balls deep he looked at you to see if you were ok “fuck your so tight for me” he said while groaning, you were biting back a moan from coming out he then started to go slow until he sped his pace hips hitting your thighs while he groaned he then placed his thumb on your clit and that got you going crazy he sped up his pace to a inhuman pace that you could hear skin to skin and broken moans and groans coming from his office, “s-sir I’m gonna cum” you said eyes rolling to the back of your skull he being started to rub your clit faster and rutting into you faster and that sent you over board making you cum and clenched around his cock “s-shit” he says while cumming he then pulled out of making half of his cum spill out of you and he goes to grab tissues to clean you up that was in his desk drawer he then lifts you off the desk and it takes you a few minutes to stand and walk to get your scattered clothes every

“doll I just got one more question” he said to you after you pulled up your pencil skirt “yes sir” you said “who’s the boss?”

THE END

It’s not the best IM SORRY:(

By:kpopcafeeee

Which one 🤔

I’m still questioning my health😀😭😭😂

It’s for kinktober by the way

UGH, AS IF!

Pairing: frat boy! jaehyun x fem! Reader

Genre: college au, smut, crack

Warnings: frat boy AND f boy jaehyun! + bitchy popular girl reader!, smut, hair pulling, unprotected sex (y/n is on birth control), cussing LOTS, kissing, degration, ass slapping , doggy style ig 🤔

A/N: this is coming out after do wanna make a movie? Featuring Yuta so y’all better buckle up and hang on tight!!

Take out

Pairing: rockstar boyfriend haechan x fem! Reader

Genre: rockstar au, smut

Warnings: rockstar haechan, smut, hair pulling, doggy style kinda, haechan marking reader to let people that his, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people!!!), aftercare, dom haechan if you squint. I think that’s it!!

Summary: your at the after party with boyfriend that is apart of a band until something unexpected happens

A/N: this is a request and I didn’t see it until today so I’m sorry babes and I hope you’re satisfied with this 🤧

MDNI 🔞

You’re at the after party with your boyfriend who was talking with his bandmates at the time but still keeping a close eye on you.

Your talking with your friend on the couch until a guy comes up “hey baby wanna dance with me” the rando says looking in your eyes with a smug smirk on his face “no thank you” you say in the most polite way you can tell him “awww come one just one dance and I’ll leave you alone ba-“ and before he can his words out haechan is standing behind “ i think she said no buddy” he says looking the guy dead in his eyes “ who they are you” slurring at the end of his words “I’m her boyfriend that’s who I am” he says putting his hand in his pockets “y/n get up and let’s go” he says looking at you.

You give your friend a farewell and walk away with your Boyfriend until a the guy tries to grab your hand but haechan grabs your hand and speeds up the pace, until your in the bathroom, he pulls you in the bathroom lock the door behind him and going straight for your neck “h-hycuck” you say when he bites a sensitive part of your neck, he bites and suck on the sensitive parts on your neck so hard that your covered in purple hickeys. He growls in your ear “relax baby just let me take care of you” he says wrapping your legs around his waist to carry you to the sink.

He lifts up your skirt moving your pantys to the side and sliding two fingers into your cunt easily cause your already soaking for him by his touch.

“So wet for me” he says against your ear, moving his fingers in and out of your cunt. You bite your lip to contain the noise so hard that you can taste your blood from your lip. After he’s down prepping you he pull down his black jeans along with his briefs.

he pulls you off the sink and turns you around so you are facing the mirror and your chest laying on the cold surface, he teases your entrance with his cock so much that you can’t hold your moans in anymore “h-hyuck s’to much” you say your Laying your done on the cold surface “don’t put your head look at the mirror” he says grasping you hair and making you look up “I’m gonna fuck you and your gonna look in the mirror or else you don’t get to cum princess” he says with a mischief smirk on his face.

He pushes his cock into making both of you moan in unison at how tight your walls clench around him “f-fuck baby I prepped you for my cock and your still tight” he says growling, he lets you adjust until he starts thrusting into you hard making you yelp at the sudden intrusion “f-fuck” you say keeping your eyes on your boyfriend behind you.

“F-faster p-please” you say your climax coming he then leans down onto you his chest against your back, his hand that not occupied with your slides under you and starts rubbing your bud fiercely “m’gonna c-cum” you say legs beginning to weaken. Biting down on your collarbone so hard that he was sure it was going to leave a mark “cum for me baby” he says thrusting into you more harder and rough then before “f-fuck” you say as your eyes roll to the back of your head and after a few more thrusts haechan cums into your gummy walls some leaking out of you cunt.

That’s when he comes back to reality and cleans you up “since I fucked you so hard that your legs hurt I think I should buy you some food” he says chuckling at how your limping towards the door “let me help you” he says wrapping your arm around him and walking out of the party, helping you get into the car “want some take out?” He says giving that beautiful smile you loved so much “sure”

THE END

©kpopcafeeee

Hi!!

Could you do a smut oneshot of Johnny been a tutor of any subject to help yn(if you could do her as chubby/curvy would be great, but if not is ok), and they have moments of a lot of sexual tension so one day johnny just says “if you do it correctly i’ll buy you a sofa but it you get it incorrect i can give you a kiss”, and yn does it incorrectly so they kiss and they start making out.

Sorry about all the details

Thanks

New sofa

Paring: tutor!Johnny suh x chubby fem! Reader

Genre: tutoring au, smut, fluff, one shot

Warnings: smut, kissing, cussing, biting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people!), one sex scene, degration, oral sex (fem receiving), Johnny loves ass in this story! (No anal tho sorry!), dumbfication, pet names for y/n= baby, y/n calls him sir

Summary: you and your tutor have some sexual tension and need to you get rid of it so Johnny came up with the best idea in his brain.

A/N: when I saw this I was so shocked and I was so happy too I love when people request things but this is a one shot so have fun and enjoy this!!! (Don’t shoot me if it’s bad pls😅)

MDNI 18+ only

You and your tutor have had a lot of tension in the room since the last incident that ended up with an awkward Johnny and you making a c+ on your math test. So when Johnny decided to help you again it was a relief from what happened.

“I’m on way with the textbook now” he says as he hops in the and starts to drive to your apartment complex, “okay see you later” you say smiling like a puppy in love.

When he arrived at your place with a textbooks in his hand, you smiled “hey” you said “hi” he said as he walked past you to your living room, placing his textbooks down on the coffee table and sitting on your sofa that you desperately needed to get out of the apartment.

“So what did you make on the test?” He asks “I made c+ if that’s okay” you say nervously “that’s perfectly fine at least you didn’t make F” he says reassuring you that it was okay. “Well let’s get started shall we?” He said rubbing his Hand Together “right” you say chuckling.

20 minutes into studying you almost gave up “y/n that is not” he says smirking and erasing your mistakes and redoing it correctly, “this is how you do it” he says seeing how you wasn’t paying attention.

“Well since you think you know everything Mr.suh how about you do my test then” you say sitting back on the couch and rolling your eyes “well Mrs.y/l/n I can’t now pay attention” he says making you roll your eyes again.

“I have an idea” he says looking at you “what is it?” You say raising your eyebrow at his now mischievous smile “if you get this answer right I will take you to buy the sofa you always wanted but you couldn’t get but-“ he says “but what?” You say confused “if you get it incorrectly I can give you a kiss” he says “su-“ you but before you can even get the word out he says “if you want too” he says like lightning. You chuckle at his suggestion “yeah” is all you say before you get to solving the problem.

You wanted to get it the question wrong for some reasoning and you couldn’t get the thought of Johnny on top of you making out with you.

You get done with the problem, Johnny grabs the paper to check to see if it’s right or wrong and when he’s done checking the paper he tells you it’s wrong.

“You answered incorrectly baby” Johnny says before pulling you into a kiss that eventually turns heated, with johnny on top of you “s-shit baby” he says pulling away from the kiss”s-sir” you say whimpering making you more wetter than you were before.

“Shhhh let me take care of you” he said while sliding down to your heat “dam baby you leaking through your shorts” he said smirking knowing he caused this to happen, pulling down your shorts along with your panties. you whimper when the cold air of your apartment hits your cunt, “mmm let’s see if your pussy sweeter than your perfume” he says looking up at you like a deprived man.

He dives into your heat eating you out like a starved man sucking on your clit, you were a whimpering mess “s-shit s-sir” you say whimpering, grabbing his hair making him groan sending vibrations to your clit, his tongue coming close to your pulsing heat, sticking his tongue in and out of your heat. “I-I’m gonna cum” you say squirming around.

“Cum on my tongue then baby” he says stuffing his face back into your heat sucking fast while rubbing his raging hard boner on your couch to get himself off “f-fuck I’m cumming” you say cumming around his tongue, while riding out your high and turning your brain into mush.

“F-fuck” he says sit upright on the couch your cum glistening on his chin, pulling down his jeans to let his rock hard cock out and jerking off tilting his head up and turning his head to you “wanna ride?” He says licking his lips “mhm sir” you say like a bitch in heat “then come sit on my lap baby” he said patting his lap.

Sitting on his lap and holding his cock above your soaking cunt and putting sliding it into your cunt “s-shit baby” he says tilting his head back against the couch “mmm f-fuck sir” you say rocking your hips against his pelvis. Slapping your ass and groping it “love this ass” he says against your neck, hair sticking to his forehead. Speeding up your pace “s-shit baby” he says biting the space between your neck.

whimpering so loud that anyone by the door can hear and can tell what’s going on. Johnny groans “I’m going to cum baby cum with me” he says rubbing the ball of nerves on your clit harshly “f-fuck sir mmm” you say whimpering kissing him harshly before feeling a familiar knot growing quickly in your lower stomach “d-dam baby I’m gonna cum” you say “cum on my cock then baby” he says fucking up into “s-shit” he says cumming painting your walls white cum mixing with your cum. while you fall limp against him.

You sigh “you’re still buying me a new sofa right?” You say tiredly against his neck he chuckles “sure baby” he say smiling at how cute you were

stoner!mark teaching you how to roll and he gets horny when you lick the paper wishing it was him AAAAH!!!

oh my gofdhbfkbd. ... ok this is short but owehowhejj

“so what do i do?” you ask, looking down at the nearly wrapped joint mark holds in his hands below you. 

thumbing the remaining centimeter or so of the paper wrap, he directs, “you wanna lick it? just one clean line, it’ll, like, help it stick and stuff.”

you look up at him, uncertain. “i might fuck it up.”

he laughs, tilting his head to the side slightly before tilting it back up again. “dude, you won’t. and if you do, we’ll just wrap it up again. i just want you to try.”

“okay, fine,” you concede, shifting on your crossed legs to lean down to where he holds the joint, awfully close to his lap on the edge of his knee. 

he doesn’t know what you do. perhaps it’s the way you rest your arms on either side of you, or the way your back arches when you lean down, or the way your tongue darts out, ever so gently to lick a clean line across the wrap. he swears he felt your tongue on his thumb. it might even be the way you look up at him through your lashes, desperate for reassurance that you’re on the right track.

mark takes a shaky breath before carefully wrapping the joint up. he tries to clear his throat as he searches for his lighter, and isn’t helped when you find it sitting on his side table and your fingers brush his when you hand it to him. 

he’s all nervous suddenly, feeling a concerning tightness grow in his pants. and when you confidently take the joint from him and hold it in your mouth for him to light, he feels as though he’s found himself in a dream — one he wouldn’t dare wake up from.

nct hard hours are open!

squirting for the first time w nct dream 00 line ft mark

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synopsis: nct dream 00 line ft mark reacting to you squirting for the first time

word count: 787

⚠ warnings: squirting, tummy bulge, fingering, smut

a/n: hiii this is literally my first fic ever so don't be mean 😭

── MARK LEE:

does it by accident, the first time you do it, he’d honestly be so confused and a little concerned. he stopped his movements, he didn’t know what to do. “hey baby, are you okay?” he looks at you concerned, gently rubbing your shaking thigh. all you could do was just breathe shakily and nod, “mark, please… do it again.” you open your eyes, “are you sure? we can stop if yoー” you grab ahold of his wrist, nodding once more “yes mark, please you make me feel so good.” you look at him with big doe eyes, and that was all you needed to say to make him strive to make you squirt again. he's happy to be making you feel good like this. how could he ever say no to you? :(

── JENO LEE:

he makes you do it on purpose, it is his mission in life to make you squirt on his cock. pulling out to rub his weeping head against your clit before sinking back in. he’s completely head over heels with how well you take him and he absolutely adores seeing your cute little tummy bulge from the sheer mass of his fat cock. he's drunk on the way your gummy walls part to accommodate his length, groaning when you clench down on him. his palm rubs circles into your clit, the juices from your previous orgasms stain his hands but he doesn't let up no matter how much you beg him or complain that something feels weird. he’s honestly so proud he got you to squirt for him on the first try.

── NA JAEMIN:

it’s no surprise this man knows how to make you squirt. he’d be cooing at you, “did i make you feel that good baby? you’re so cute” with a little pout on his lips before grinning after. all you could do was just nod and breathe out shakily. jaemin gave you a few seconds to relax, gently rubbing your sides before thrusting 2 fingers in you at a fast pace, “jaemin.. please,” you didn’t even know what you were begging for, your head was clouded by the pleasure washing over your body. “what is it, baby? you gonna cum again?” moans kept slipping out of your lips, your body was reacting more today. you felt your 3rd orgasm creeping up to you as the knot in your stomach tightens. you moaned out loud, you saw small white dots prickle at your vision while you cum in jaemin’s fingers once more. “you did so well for me baby.” oh to be babied by na jaemin himself

── HUANG RENJUN:

honestly, he and jaemin are probably the only ones who are able to make you squirt without inserting themselves into you. he always starts off slow, gently building up the passion and the love he feels for you. he's two fingers deep within your cunt, tongue heavily lapping at your folds flicking your clit back and forth. he's noisy when he eats, groaning and grunting into your flesh as he ruts himself against the bed. he knows your poor little pussy has to be sore, three times is a lot to cum. you try to warn him as the tightening in your tummy approaches, preparing for the worst as cum coats his face. he's starstruck for a moment before he dives back down, fingering you as fast as possible. “i just need one more baby, can you do that for me?” he looks at you with big doe eyes, i mean how could you ever say no to him?

── LEE HAECHAN:

oh the first time you do it, this boy would be sooooo cocky. “oh? did my baby just squirt?” he teases you with a smirk, faking his empathy. he would be also proud of himself too, he’s the only one who can make you squirt. “fuck baby,” he's ramming himself into you over and over, breathy moans right next to your ear as he whines out. did you just get tighter? hot cum floods your senses, haechan closing his eyes and groaning, too busy emptying out every last drop from his balls to notice the liquid staining his stomach. he slowly pulls himself away, cooing gently as his thumb circling at your clit allowing the last few drops to spray out. you did so well :(

taeyong wants to show off his tattoo ! <3 <3

(creds to @martysimone for the lingerie)

NCT DREAM in bed (18+)

this is a repost from my now inactive blog cloudyvisions. i am moving some of my old writing to this blog as i start adding stories for different groups. these headcanons are mine, do not copy .

warnings: mentions of dom/sub/switch dynamics, masturbation, oral, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, crying, degradation (use of the word slut), dumbification, free use, and pet play. chenle and jisung are included (they are the last two members mentioned).

this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes only.

M A R K

i think mark is a soft sub to be honest. he just gives me huge babyboy vibes, so eager to please and to be appreciated by a caring dom. he loves it when you take the lead and he can let go and fall into his submissive headspace under your guidance. i don’t think mark would want a lot of rough or intense sex, he mostly just needs you to take care of him.

i can see mark really being into oral, both giving and receiving. he might not want to admit it, but he likes it better than penetrative sex. he never lasts long when he gets the privilege to feel your mouth on him, your teasing tongue reducing him to a whimpering mess in a minute. if you were to make him pick, mark would probably pick giving you head over receiving it though. there’s nothing he loves more than you letting him bury his face between your legs, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm until you push him away. he actively has to stop himself from cumming in his pants every time you start grinding up against his face.

since mark wants you to be soft with him, receiving praise from you is a sure way to make him feel safe and appreciated. mark adores you telling him what a good boy he is, how much you love his dick, how nice his tongue feels on you. he might act bashful because of the praise, his ears tipping pink and his eyes averted from your intense gaze, but inside he is thriving off of every compliment you make.

R E N J U N

he gives me switch vibes, but with a sub lean. i feel like renjun could get overwhelmed easily during sex and if you were there as a dominant to guide him through it, it would be so much easier for him to let go and enjoy the mind-blowing experience.

renjun would love guided masturbation. he’s not sure if you conditioned him into feeling that way through the weeks you would have to rely on phone sex when he was away, but something about you telling him what to do while he’s the one touching himself makes him almost dizzy with arousal. he likes telling you what he wants you to do too, loving the way your body reacts for him because despite not being able to touch you, he still knows what you need.

i can also see him being into orgasm denial, both receiving and giving. he loves the buildup of it, the desperation that comes with not being allowed to let go just yet and the gratification that comes with finally getting the intense orgasm in the end.

not necessarily a kink, but something that’s very important to renjun is your scent. he loves burying his face in the crook of your neck when he fucks you, mumbling about how good you smell. might consider stealing some of your clothes so he can keep your scent with him when he’s away, just because it turns him on so much.

J E N O

jeno is such a sub in my eyes. despite (or maybe because) he could easily dominate most partners physically, he loves giving up control and letting you take him apart piece by piece. that doesn’t mean he can’t give it to you rough and without mercy; but you would probably have to order him to fuck you like that.

this goes into the same direction, but jeno would be a service top. to him nothing beats you letting him fuck you just the way you need it. he’s so eager to please, often asking you if he’s doing good and thriving off of every little sound you make. despite being one of the best lovers you’d ever had, jeno might not be aware of how much he’s actually wrecking you. that paired with his strength and incredible stamina would have him fucking you into overstimulation before he even came once - you’d have to ask him to slow down and let you take care of him for now.

i know it’s a popular trope, but i too think that jeno would go very well with puppy play. he might get embarrassed the first time you bring out a collar, but it would quickly become his favorite thing to wear. he loves it when you clip a leash into the ring of the collar, harshly tugging on it when he’s messily eating you out or you let him mount you from behind. jeno definitely gets more uncoordinated and excited when you play like this, but it would still be very rare that you would have to punish your good boy.

H A E C H A N

i see haechan as a switch. i think he can really go both ways, even switching around and challenging the pre-established roles in the middle of a scene if you were also into that. he would love to be able to explore as many different fantasies as possible with his partner, and the option of switching the dynamics around would be one of the things that would made your sexual exploration so interesting.

when haechan is domming he definitely likes to give - but that doesn’t mean he’s going to be nice about it. his favorite thing has to be overstimulating you. haechan thinks you’re the most beautiful when you orgasm, plus the way you say his name when you cum is so good for his ego; he’s going to make you cum for him again and again, to the point that you’re brought to tears with him being oh so mean about how overwhelmed and pathetic you are just because of him.

when you’re the one dominating him, haechan usually doesn’t want to be treated too gently either. he wants you to force him to his knees and make him take it while calling him a slut. the degradation of it turns him on so much that he can’t help but push all of your buttons to make you go hard on him.

J A E M I N

jaemin gives me soft dom vibes. most of all he just wants a subby baby he can take care of in the way he knows is best for them. he would probably be very relaxed and let their sub get away with a lot most of the time. it takes a bit of acting up to make him decide that he needs to remind you of your place. jaemin definitely prefers giving you praises to handing out punishments.

despite being so sweet, i think that one of his main kinks would be dumbification. he always knows just what to say with that certain edge in his tone, always knows how to touch you and exactly when to stop to leave you feeling like your mind was broken and the only thing you needed was jaemin’s cock. jaemin would like degrading you a bit when you got like that, but rather than just calling you names he would always be cooing at you, calling you his desperate and messy baby, chuckling at how whiney you got when you were begging for his cock - so sweet, but so condescending.

i can also see jaemin really being into face fucking; especially if you’re struggling with giving him head for the first couple of times. jaemin would love being your teacher in every aspect of you taking his dick. he would be so proud of you whenever you managed to take him further, whispering soft praises and wiping the tears escaping your eyes as he uses your mouth and throat for his pleasure. jaemin would be the type to repay the favor too, definitely willing to spend hours between your thighs after you’ve let him fuck your face like that.

C H E N L E

i think chenle has the potential to be a dom, but it takes some time for him to take on that role. the first couple of times you get intimate with each other he would let you take the lead – especially if you’re more experienced than him. you should be careful though, as soon as he has you all figured out, he’s mercilessly going to play with all your weaknesses. chenle might even be a bit of a hard dom. even though you would have to ask him to be rougher with you to make him explore this side of him, he would take on the domineering role very naturally.

for some reason i can see chenle biting you a lot. it’s not necessarily a kink of his, more of a subconscious way of being closer to you as he’s marking you up. whether he’s teasingly nipping at your skin while he’s littering kisses all over your body or sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his noises when he gets close - biting you just comes naturally to him. if you complain to him about you feeling like he’s acting like a dog with his favorite chew toy, chenle will laugh it off, not even thinking about being embarrassed. he knows how much you love the feeling anyway.

i’m not sure why, but i can see chenle getting off on free use. something about the thought of you letting him have you wherever and however he wants you makes him feel lightheaded with need. despite usually not being shy about what he wants, chenle would hold off on bringing up this secret kink of his as to not freak you out. if you stumbled upon his porn collection (or even better already had been harboring the same desire as him for a while) and ended up suggesting it to him, he would be ecstatic about his dirtiest fantasy came to life. he would really get into it, showing you a rougher side of him that hadn’t come out before, calling you his little toy and his filthy slut while taking you over every surface of his apartment. don’t make the mistake of thinking he is uncaring though - after being rough with you, chenle would make sure to pamper you as much as you needed it from him.

J I S U N G

i can’t really see jisung being into power play. he might like the idea of being a dom in theory, but i feel like putting on a dominant or submissive persona seems theatrical and over the top for him; it just makes him feel awkward. when you get more comfortable with each other he might be able to take the lead though – not necessarily as a strict dom, but more like using his growing confidence to be more assertive and shamelessly ask for what he wants.

jisung’s favorite things are probably your reactions. he loves the sounds you make, the way you say his name, but he’s especially fascinated by the way you push into his touch and try to get closer to him. it’s like your body is praising him without you having to form the words, reassuring him that he’s doing something right and that you’re enjoying this just as much as he is. the concentrated expression on his face would almost be too cute for you to handle when jisung is trying to commit every single sound and movement to memory – no doubt to use his newfound knowledge against you the next time he gets the chance.

Fuck.

— 01:29AM

cw. age gap, creampie.

jisung had been crushing on your since you both were kids. well, more like him being the kid, and you being a teenager. you’re 5 years older than him. if you think about it, it is kind of weird for a 12 year old to have a crush on a 17 year old.

the first time jisung laid his eyes on you, you were over at his house, on the couch of the living room, giggling with his older sister.

“is that your brother?” he heard you ask his sister. he found your voice so soft and sweet, the total opposite of his sister’s.

“yeah! sung come here and say hi,” she waved for jisung to walk over so you could take a better look at him.

it was love at first sight for jisung. you looked so different from the girls in his class. the way your hair falls when you brush them out of your face. the perfect smile you flashed at him when you introduced yourself, the soft pat on his head when you called him cute.

jisung thought his crush on you would be over after awhile, but it didn’t. he found himself wanting to be stuck around you 24/7 when you were over. when his sister held sleepovers, he always slept beside you, all cuddly on the king size bed with you slotted in between the two sibling. not that you minded, in your eyes, he’s just your best friend’s younger brother.

“sung get out! it’s supposed to be a girls night.”

you laughed, telling her it’s alright to have her younger brother in the room (again). jisung’s heart bloomed when you pulled him into your embrace, having him sat on top of your lap.

“you’ve gotta stop babying him all the time,” she rolled her eyes, glaring at jisung, “this is the last. time. you hear me?!”

when jisung reached the age of 16, he realised that it was no longer a simple crush. during his sister’s 21st birthday, their parents were out, which lead up to her throwing a house party. she allowed jisung to invite a couple of his friends over so he wouldn’t feel alone.

on that very day, jisung and his friends stayed in his room all night. he only saw you once, when you peeked into through the door of his room to say hi.

“fuck! i lost again,” jisung’s friend—jeno, cursed as he threw the controller on the ground lightly, “the game is fucking rigged.”

“i won jisung earlier so i’ll just say that you suck at the game,” haechan, another one of jisung’s friend chuckled, taking a gulp out of the giant coke bottle on the floor.

“whatever, i’m gonna go grab some snacks from the kitchen. y’all want anything?” jisung got up, dusting his pants.

“anything’s fine.”

“ice cream.”

as jisung turned around the end of the stairs, he was faced with your back leaning against the kitchen counter, with a guy chatting you up. jisung might be 16 but he’s not stupid. he saw the way the older guy eyed your body. jisung doesn’t know if he was being possessive over you or if he was just jealous, could be both. but he couldn’t do anything about it. he quickly rummaged through the fridge for ice cream. the sound of that might’ve been louder than the songs being played on the speaker, because you noticed his presence.

“ji!” you called out. he pretends not to hear you, with a tub of ice cream in his hand, he went back upstairs after shutting the door of the fridge with his foot.

“who’s he?” the guy in front of you questioned as he watched the kid disappear up the steps.

“birthday girl’s younger brother,” you answered.

jisung’s 18 when his body went through his second growth spurt. many girls fawn over him. he had grown much taller than before, his features are more defined now, and his muscles are super obvious too. not that you realised, you’re practically with him the entire time his body went through changes.

for some reason his sex hormones are shooting out the roof after turning 18. jisung had spent plenty of nights jerking off to dirty thoughts of you, to the point where he doesn’t know if he’s capable of holding himself back anymore. he’s not even slightly interested in the girls that practically throws themselves at him.

through multiple years of having a one sided crush on his older sister’s friend, he no longer knows what to do about it.

currently jisung is in his room, playing computer games with his friends.

“left! on the left!” jisung flinches when he hears haechan’s loud screams through his headset.

“fucking hell.” jeno utters, spamming the keys.

all three of them groan when the screen announces their loss. before jisung could say something about their last play, his door swings open as you walk into his room, flopping down on his bed. jisung takes his headset off, leaving it on the table.

“i’m bored ji,” you lay down on your side to face him when he turns his gaming chair to face you, “your sister went grocery shopping with her boyfriend.”

he hums, “why didn’t you tag along?” he doesn’t even care about his sister or her boyfriend, whatever it is, not when you’re on his bed with the tightest tank top and the shortest shorts he’s seen in his entire life. you’re not even wearing a bra. thats how comfortable you are with him. he bets you don’t even see him as a man.

“don’t wanna be a thirdwheel,” you sigh, but it came out sounding like a soft moan. jisung’s body tenses up seeing you flip over on his bed, your ass on display for him to gawk at. no way in hell you’re this naive he thought to himself.

he can feel himself getting harder underneath his sweats. “y-y/n, i just remembered that i have something important to work on, and i kind of need my privacy.. to focus.” jisung didn’t sound convincing at all, you quickly got up and sat on his lap, which causes jisung to bite on his bottom lip. it has become a normal thing for you to sit on jisung’s lap. the first time consisted of you telling him it was normal since he always sat on your lap when he was a child. you didn’t take it weirdly when you were sat comfortably on his lap.

“what’s so important?” you turn the chair to face his pc.

jisung grunts when you shift your ass closer to his crotch. he didn’t mean to stare down at your ass but, as a man, he couldn’t control himself. his heart starts to beat faster and he can feel his boner sticking uncomfortably on his sweats.

“ji is your phone in your pocket or something?” you ask, hands moving behind to grab his phone but you pull back when you realise that it’s something else.

“shit- sorry,” you quickly got up from his lap, excusing yourself, wondering why he had a hard on, “i think your sister might be back soon so i’ll wait for her downstairs.” you try to not sound too nervous, because why in the world would you be nervous and flustered?

your hands are already turning the doorknob, but before you could step out of him room, jisung slams the door shut. his tall figure hovering behind you, your back facing him.

“noona, i- i need you.” he admits as he grinds his cock against your ass, hands gripping your hips so tightly.

you gasp at the feeling of him rubbing his hard length on your core through your underwear. “fuck- ji.. we- we can’t do this, it’s w-wrong.”

“just once.. wanna feel you, please.”

you feel jisung’s hot breath hitting your neck, moments later he’s sucking and licking on your shoulders, nape, up to your ear.

you know you shouldn’t. you know. but you can’t help it. you know you’ll never be able to see your best friend without feeling guilty anymore, for wanting to fuck her younger brother. the little boy that you took care of all these years, grew up to be so.. alluring.

you whimper when jisung pushes your panties to the side, “wait ji- you’re gonna regret—”

he cuts you off, “no. wanted you for so long, wanted to fuck you since forever, wanted you all to myself, but of course you’d never see me that way, not back then, not now, and probably not ever. i’ll always be a little brother in your eyes. isn’t that right? i’m going to fuck you now, i’m going to make sure you’ll never forget it.. forget this. shit— never forget me, gonna ruin you for all the other guys out there, you’re mine. you’re mine noona, you hear me?”

his words are so intoxicating, so dirty, you wonder where he learnt how to talk like that. your breath gets slammed out of your lungs when he plunges into you, hard.

“fuck! ji!” you slap your palm over your mouth, trying your best to contain your noises. afraid of your best friend coming back early, and hearing your back being blown out by her younger brother.

“let me hear you noona.. let me hear how good im making you feel.”

to be honest, it’s impossible to not make a sound, not with the way he’s fucking into you. so good, so fucking good.

“pussy made for me, you’re made for me.. aren’t you?”

you nod, “y-yes.. yours, only yours ji.”

“shit- taking me in so well, fucking love you.”

jisung feels the way your walls flutter around him, “close?”

you nod again.

“cum for me.”

and you did.

so did jisung, painting your walls white.

you shiver, feeling full and warm.

—

“we’re home!!” your best friend announces when she walks through the front door with her boyfriend behind her, “y’all having that bonding time or something?” she says, noticing you and jisung by the counter.

“yeah.” you smile at her, thighs twitching as you sense jisung’s cum leaking out of your hole.

thankful that he allowed you to put on your underwear at the very least.

—

bonus

“holy shit. he really fucked her.” haechan chuckles in shock.

“didn’t know he had it in him,” jeno says, jaw dropping.

“i think i’m hard.”

“you think?” jeno laughs light heartedly, switching his tab to incognito mode.

Me after reading this

❛DON'T FUCK YOUR ROOMMATE❜ (h. renjun)

p. roommate!renjun x fem!reader w. 1.6k

warnings? kitchen sex , unprotected sex , pinning , masturbation , dirty talk ,

— 𖦹 ( you really shouldn't fuck your roomate , but he's making really hard ) !

"ow!" you hissed the butter from the pot , popping up , hitting your exposed skin. "stupid fucking butter." you cursed ,grabbing the pancake mix that you had already made , pouring it into the box.

normally you'd sleep in until about 12 on your day off , but you felt compelled to get up and be productive , so you decided to make breakfast for you and your roommate , who was still in his room sleeping.

you and renjun had came in contact with each other when your bestfriend told you he was looking for a roommate to help with the bills , and you were desperately trying to move out of your parents house. he was clean and he didn't ask for much , and all honesty you probably would've even if he was dirty and asked you to do everything — you were that desperate.

he was also nice , when he came home from work — which you weren't sure what he did , but you didn't question it , he'd bring you food , and he let you shower first so you'd get enough hot water , and he was overall a good person.

"maybe i should go wake him." you said , turning around , yelping in shock that he was standing in front of you , too close to be exact , his nose brushing up against him. "good morning princess."

one thing he did that you didn't necessarily hate , but it also didn't help your heart — he was flirty , not even a little , like to the point where he'd leave you breathless in some situations with the things he said. "are you cooking me breakfast?" you nodded. "f-for both of us."

you turned around , which didn't make it better because his frontside was now pressed against your backside , his morning wood pressed up against your ass , and you knew he was aware of it , you could see he's smirk out the corner of your eye.

"so sweet of you princess." he rested his chin on your shoulder blade — to anyone this would look like a couple sharing a sweet moment in the morning. "maybe i should give you a reward for being so good to me." but you and him weren't even dating , you haven't even hooked up.

he chuckled pulling away from you. "jesus (name) , you always get so flustered , im just joking." he sat down in the chair , while you gathered all the thoughts , taking the last pancake out , putting it on the plate.

"here." you placed in down in front of him. "thank you love." you sat down with your food , digging into the fluffy pancakes.

you were eating silently when he spoke up. "what are you doing today?" you shrugged. "it's my day off , so probably just stay home and clean , do some grocery shopping." you finished off your food , grabbing his empty plate. "that's cute." he smiled , toying with his lip ring that he one day came home with. "you're like my own cute little housewife." jesus he was on ten today.

"w-what are you doing today?" you said putting the dishes in the sink , turning the water on. "it's my day off too , some friends are coming over , we'll probably just drink and hang out , jaemin does smoke pot so i hope that doesn't bother you." you nodded. "it's fine , i'll pick up some beers and snacks at the market."

he stood up , making his way over to you , coming up to you like before , caging you in between his body and the sink. "here." he took the sponge out if your hand. "i'll do it , as a payback for breakfast princess , how about you just go get ready for the day." he released you from his trap , laughing as he watched you scurry away.

you closed the door , feeling like you could finally breathe. "why does he keep doing this." you whined , the feeling between your legs almost unbearable as you gathered your things for your shower , including your vibrator.

"oh fuck" you bit your lip , to contain your moans , moving the vibrator against your clit. this is how you often spent your showers , having renjun around all the time and him acting like this , you often got yourself off in the shower so he wouldn't hear you. "fuck im cumming!" you whispered , your body finally calming down.

you quickly finished up your shower , stepping out , wrapping your towel around your body. "shit." you cursed , you'd left your underwear sitting on the bed. "how does one do that?" you questioned , grabbing your clothes , opening the door , ready to make a run for it , your room was just down the hall.

you were too caught up in trying to get into your room , that you bumped straight into something — more like someone. "why are you in such a rush love?"

he lowered his eyes , taking in what you were wearing , smirking. "you wearing this for me princess?" you held on to your towel , holding your vibrator behind your back so he wouldn't notice , but that just made him even more curious. "whatcha hiding princess?"

"n-nothing." you tried to move forward , but he just blocked your way. "i know you're lying." he walked closer , so you stepped back. "i-i'm not , i swear." you cluthed the tool in your hand , backing up some more , letting out a oof as you hit the wall. "you've trapped yourself princess."

he went to reach for your hand , smirking. "you can try and stop me , but that just means you're towel will fall." he grabbed your wrist. "i would love to see what's under this towel , but we both know you don't want that." he pulled your hand from behind your back. "oh?"

your face burned with embarrassment , he was gonna bring this up every single day now , you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "i hope you had fun love." he let you go just like that , walking back to his room , you quickly finished the walk to your room.

"(name)?" you did dare turn around , scared of what he would say. "if you ever want to feel good the right way my room is right down the hall." your breath hitched. "i'm sure i can get you off way better than that stupid toy."

you quickly shut the door , quickly fanning yourself , before sitting down to get yourself ready for your day of errands.

renjun shut the door to his room , locking the door , groaning silently. "fuck." his cock straining against his pajama pants. "why'd she have to be wearing that?" he palmed himself , sighing. "fuck that's why she was taking so long?" he freed his cock from the prison of his pants , stroking himself. "oh fuck."

he imagined what you were doing in the shower , getting yourself off. he bit down on his fist , so you wouldn't hear him moaning , or so he wouldn't slip up and say your name like he'd done it before , but when you confronted him about it , he covered it up with a lie.

he squeezed the tip of his cock , his thighs shaking as white droplets spurted from his tip. "sh-shit." he sighed , cum covering his hand , he grimaced , grabbing a tissue. after discarding it , he grabbed his things , ready to do his daily routine for the day.

you heard the shower , quietly peeking out of the room , to make sure he really was in there , before grabbing your things , leaving out of the apartment.

after the emotionally draining trip to supermarket , you were finally home , putting the password to apartment door in , walking in sitting the bags down , not noticing the group of people sitting in your livingroom. "(name)?" you looked up , finally realizing.

"you're back?" renjun asked. "mmhm." you nodded picking up the bags. "do you need help?" a voice from behind you said , you turned around , facing the boy. "i'm mark." he was handsome , and helpful. "oh , thank you."

he helped you put everything away , you grabbed the beers and the snacks , making your way to the livingroom. "(name) , these are my friends i was telling you about , that's mark , jeno , jaemin and— donghyuck." the boy interjected. "but everyone calls me haechan."

"nice to meet everyone , i bought beer and snacks for you guys." you sat it on the table , opening the cand handing them out to everyone. "pretty and caring." renjun glared at the boy. "yah , lee haechan." he warned. "im just saying." you chuckled. "we're just about to watch the game." jaemin said. "you can stay watch if you want if you want."

"(name) , you staying?" renjun asked , he didn't want you to , he didn't even want them to look at you. "im sorry , not tonight." he smiled to himself. "i really just want to take a shower and take a nap." you said. "next time then." jeno said you nodded. "next time."

you turned to walk away , when renjun stopped you , surely he wouldn't do this in front of his friends. "don't take to long this time." he smirked , your eyes widened , before you scurried off to your room.

he chuckled , turning back to his friends. "you lucky fucking bastard." haechan said. "what are you talking about?" he rolled his eyes. "you're fucking her aren't you?" mark slapped his friend for his crudeness. "haechan stop."

"no im not fucking her." although he wish he was. "so you're just living with a girl that hot?" haechan kept going. "so she's single?" he took a sip of beer , sitting it back down. "cause if she's single , i need her number like now."

he didn't know why he was upset , you guys weren't dating , yet he was about to rip haechan's head off for even bringing it up. "i'll be damned if i come home to you fucking my roommate , knowing you it probably wouldn't even be in her room , more like the kitchen table." he grumbled , bitterly taking another sip of beer.

"alright everybody out." you heard renjun yell about 5 hours later. "all of you are sober enough to get home , and someone can drag haechan home , go." you heard a bunch of shuffling and whining. "(name) , bye bye!" you heard haechan slurring , making you laugh , he was seriously a character. "shut up and go."

you waiting for the door to close , making your way out of the room. "he's funny." he closed the door , sighing. "yeah , you say that now , you try know him for 7 years , that will change." you smiled , looking at the mess they left. "i'm sorry , i'll clean it."

"it's fine , i don't mind." you began to pick up all the can , taking them to the sink to wash them out so you can trash them. "so helpful." he said coming up behind you. "so pretty." he whispered , close enough to smell the beer he was drinking.

"re-renjun." you stuttered , the cold metal of his lip ring against your neck. "don't fight it love , you knew it was bound to happen soon." you sighed as he left little kisses down your neck , his hands roaming around your body. "i didn't forget about earlier." he darkly chuckled.

he lifted up to the shirt you were wearing , sneaking his hands into your sleep shorts. "did it feel good?" he rubbed your clit through your panties. "were you thinking about what happened during breakfast?"

you whimpered , you definitely shouldn't be doing this with him. "answer me love." he pressed down on your bud. "did you make yourself cum to the thought of me fucking you against the kitchen sink." you nodded , moaning. "fu-fuck renjun yes , please , i need more."

he pulled your panties to the side , stuffing you full of his fingers. "shit." you moaned as he thrusted his fingers in and of your hole. "f-feels so good." he hummed. "yeah?" flicking your clit. "told you i could make you feel so much better than that vibrator."

it felt so wrong , but at the same time so right , he was so skilled with his fingers , he had you cumming in no time , but you still wanted more. "fuck renjun , pl-please , need you to fuck me."

he pulled your short and underwear down , along with his pants , freeing his cock from his underwear , bending you over the sink "such a pretty little cunt." he rubbed himself against your folds. "can't wait to fill it with my seed." he pushed himself inside you. "fu-fuck such a tight cunt." he wasted no time , thrusting into your hole. "renjun!"

he was rough , but you liked it , panting in your ear. "so many times i thought about fucking you." he groaned. "jerking off to the thought of -fuck- you screaming my name."

you were gripping the sink , his name and a mixture of curse words flowing out of your mouth like a waterfall , your roommate was truly fucking you dumb. "you're mine now." he grunted , hitting that spot. "only i get to fuck you like this , my little slut."

you moaned , clenching around his length. "fuck keep clenching and im gonna cum." you did it again. "oh fuck." he stilled his hips , cumming inside of you , triggering your orgasm. "renjun!" you let a pornographic scream as you came , a white ring forming around the base of his cock as he fucked you both through your orgasms. "im gonna pull out now baby." he kissed your shoulder , slowly pulling out , you whimpered. "good girl." he praised. "you did so good."

"i couldn't have made it obvious enough that i wanted to fuck you." you both laid in his bed. "i don't just go around pressing my morning wood on random people." you laughed. "well you'd always played it as a joke." he nodded. "guess i shouldn't do that anymore." he climbing on top of you.

"i guess if i want to fuck you i should just go for it then huh?"

©️LUVYENI

Going insane. Bye.

Farmer!Yuta brain rot

kinda nsfw fluff w/smut

hates cutting his hair

very much a simple man who loves lying out in the fields with his head in your lap while you braid daisies into his hair

sells strawberries but saves the prettiest ones for you

has a goat that he would absolutely die for

has a special spot in the corner of the upper level of his barnhouse where he prettied it up so he can bring you up there to fuck for hours

always down to have dinner picnics over on the hill behind your farm when the weather is nice

will proceed to eat you out on said hill while you look up at the stars

then will proceed to fuck you from behind in said feel because there's something about fucking you doggy style in the glory that is nature

there's also something about laying you down in the grass and pounding you into the earth beneath you that makes him feral

loves moaning and whining in your ear

420 friendly Farmer who grows the Marijuana you put in your edibles

loves fucking you out on your bedroom balcony when it's harvest moon

also loves fucking you out in a field during harvest moon

has probably fucked you against every tree on his property

heavily encourages your use of farmer's dresses so he can just lift your dress and have his way with you anytime he wants

always thanks you for having dinner ready for him when he comes in after a long day

doesn't go to church with the rest of the farmer families nearby but always bakes with you and sends them something to enjoy

handy man who's lowkey turned on every time you brag about how good he is with his hands

handsy man too

will finger you on the porch swing

lowkey doesn't shut up about you

"my wife dressed this basket. isn't it pretty?"

made a deal with the kids in the area that if they behave themselves and do well in school that they can share your strawberry surplus

gives the local teens summer jobs and actually pays them

I just came while I finished reading this

❛BRUISES AND BALLET SHOES❜ ( l. jeno )

💬nia's notes: based on this drabble. is this late? absolutely but was hidden with all the other unfinished drafts.

p. badboy!jeno x goodgirl!reader w. 1.5k+

warnings? unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk , name calling.

— 𖦹 ( jeno gets into a fight and almost misses your preformance ) !

you peeked your head out the curtain — the reserved seat still empty as people began to fill up the stadium. you pouted , closing the curtains. 'where is he? he promised he'd make it'

"(name)?" your director tapped your shoulder. "you okay?" you nodded. "good , we need you ready , there are a lot of people here to see you." you smiled , shaking your head. "i'm alright." there were many people here to see you , but not the one you wanted.

"jesus you guys look like crap." renjun sat at the computer as the rest of them came limping back in. "yeah well we can't all stay behind the computer." haechan opened up the freezer , grabbing a frozen pack for his eye. "some of us have to fight."

normally jeno would've entertained them , but he looked at the clock and went into panic mode , he was gonna be so late. "shit." he hopped up , looking into the mirror. "what's your problem?" he ignored chenle , he had bigger problems — he had a black eye and multiple little cuts littered all over his face. "she's gonna kill me."

he grabbed his helmet , normally he didn't wear it , but he was going to see you and he knew you'd be upset if he didn't. "what are those?" haechan laughed , pointing to the pink glitter stickers scattered all over the helmet. 'so you'll know what one is yours.' he remembered your voice. "she put them on there , are you laughing at her?" mark jumped in before jeno beat haechan to pulp. "haechan stop it."

he really didn't have time anyway. "i'm leaving." he rushed out , he'll make it if he rushes , jumping on to his bike , putting his sparkly helmet on before speeding off.

"(name) , you have to go on now , the show is about to start." your director called , you sighed , nodding. "okay." you made your way to the side of the stage. "you can do this." you said to yourself. 'i just hope he's safe and not in any trouble.'

he made it just in time , handing the lady — who definitely thought he was in the wrong with all the bruises on his face the ticket. "thank you." he ran to the to concet hall , swinging the door open , just as the music started.

everyone gave you a standing ovation , you were incredible , so graceful. you took your final now , before making your way off the stage where everyone was waiting to give you hugs and congratulations. "thank you everyone." you said smiling.

"we're all gonna go out and celebrate." your director said , you really didn't want to , just wanting to go home and crawl into a ball. "honestly i just wa- baby." you turn around upon hearing his voice. "jeno!" you smiled , the first real one of the evening. "maybe next time , excuse me."

you ran over to him , running straight into his arms. "you made it!" he smiled as your eyes lit up. "of course i did you were amazing , you'd really think i'd miss your preformance?" you pouted. i thought you got caught up." you finally noticed his face. "you were out fighting again."

he frowned , "baby it's apart of the job." you touched his busted lip , he hissed in pain. "eh , i told you to be careful , let's get you home so i can fix you up." you grabbed his hand , guiding him to his bike. "put your helmet on." you said. "baby." he whined. "now , you don't need anymore bruises on your face."

"ow , baby that hurts." he hissed as you sat on his lap , applying the alcohol to his busted lip. "you should've thought about that when you were out fighting." you scolded. "you told me you'd calm down." he sighed. "i know princess , but you know it's not easy."

you finished him up , throwing the trash in the bed next to the bin. "renjun's girlfriend said he never comes home with bruises." jeno rolled his eyes. "that's because renjun sits behind a computer." he kissed your lips. "maybe you should do that then."

he laughed , kissing your pouty lips again. "i'll ask mark next time." you knew he wouldn't , he loves the thrill too much , but you decided not fight it. "now let me give you some love as a reward for a fantastic show." he kissed your neck , making sure to mark you up. "j-jeno , no marks , my director is gonna be pissed."

"good." he said , leaving a few more. "maybe he'll get the hint that you don't want to fuck him and that you're taken." he growled against your skin , your panties soaking , his jealousy was always a bit of a turn on.

he flipped your bodies around , hovering over yours. "you're getting jealous for nothing." he lifted the shirt you stole from him above your hips , revealing your pink panties. "such cute panties."

you whined , squirming around impatiently. "calm down." he stilled your hips. "so eager to have your little pussy stretched , i have go make sure you're ready for me." he said , pulling your panties down your leg. "look how wet you are."

he toyed with your clit , rubbing slow circles to annoy you. "j-jeno , please." you whined. "n-no teasing." he chuckled at how needy you could be. "okay baby , okay , i won't tease." he pushed a finger into your hole. "fu-fuck jeno."

he moved his finger , watching your cunt suck in his finger. "fuck princess , only one finger and you're barely taking it." you moaned. "a-another." you barley got out , he cooed. "you want another?" he added another , your juices soaking his hand. "so wet baby , you're making such a mess on my hands."

"j-jeno." you moaned out. "jeno , im gonna cum." he curled his fingers up. "fuck , im cumming!" you screamed out , he pulled his fingers out , bringing them to his lips , tasting your reminisce. "just as sweet princess."

he pulled his sweats down , his cock springing out , hitting his abdomen. "look at you drooling over my cock , you want it in your mouth?" you eagerly nodded , he chuckled. "maybe next time baby." he rubbed your folds with his hard cock. "i really need to split you open with my cock."

he slowly pushed his cock into your cunt , your hole clenching around his tip , squeezing him. "fu-fuck, no matter how many times i fuck you." he groaned. "you're always so fucking tight."

he finally bottom out , holding your legs around his waist , rocking into you. "s-so big." you moaned , jeno was on the bigger side , so it was always a tight fit when he was fucking you , but it felt good , the way he stretched your poor cunt out. "yeah , but you always take my cock like a good girl."

"f-faster." you stuttered , he listened , fucking into you faster , hitting your cervix. "j-jeno , fuck!" you screamed , he groaned , holding on to the headboard. "oh fuck , you feel so good , moaning my name like a slut." he growled.

"e-everyone thinks you're such a good girl -shit- they don't see it when you're screaming my name like a whore , letting me stretch your tiny cunt out on my cock." he moaned. "ngh fuck , gonna cum in this tight cunt." you felt it coming , your orgasm about to hit you like a ton of bricks. "gonna cum."

"you can cum princess , cum all over my cock , so i can breed you , fill you with my cum." he felt his orgasm , holding it , waiting for you to finish. "would you like that?" he grunted. "for me too breed you? make your stomach all round." you nodded dumbly. "p-please."

"fuck- then cum for me." on his comand , you came , tightening around so tight you almost pushed him out. "oh fuck , fuck im cumming." he grunted , his cum filling you up. "sh-shit jeno." you mewled. "t-too much." he kissed your lips. "you can take it , your a big girl." he whispered. "you can take it."

"fuck look at that." he slowly pulled out of , his cum leaking out. "your tummy all bulged because of my cunt." you whined. "such a good girl , taking all of me like that." he praised.

he helped you get cleaned up , he was really inattentive when it came to things like this , making sure to be softer , washing your skin with your favorite sent , putting a towel in the dryer so it can be warm for you when you get out , wrapping around you.

you laid in bad , tracing his tattoos as he play with your hair , your favorite movie playing on the tv , your laughter breaking him away from it. "what's so funny?" you shook your head. "nothing." you smiled. "it must be , you're so giggly princess , what is it?"

"it's just that , to everyone you look so scary , but in here you're like a little puppy." he whined. "stop that." you chuckled. "i already get made fun of because of those stickers you put on my helmet." he said and you pouted. "then take them off." he pulled you closer , kissing your forehead. "and why would i do that?"

"my favorite girl did that , im keeping them even when they fade."

©️LUVYENI

i just got on here y’all-

chenle fucking you stupid while you're wearing one of his many warriors merch,, after making you cum, he pulls out and jacks off over your wet pussy <33 he quickly snaps a few pics of the mess before he gets his favorite picture of you - you with half lidded eyes, lips parted and just barely holding yourself up on your elbows, your hands tangled in his shirt and your pussy glistening from the soft glow of the light, his cum dripping down your folds.

omg I love your writing😩😩😩😩😩 can I please request for a soft dom!jaehyun smut please? he’s in love but also really wants to fuck her you know? lmao idk what i’m saying but yeah😭

fond : jjh

PAIRING: romantic!jaehyun x fem!reader

GENRE: smut, fluff

WARNINGS!!!!! pwp, soft dom!jaehyun to hard dom!jaehyun, big dick!jaehyun, sub!reader, unprotected sex, doggy style, oral, fingering, praise kink, dumbification, morning sex, overstimulation, breeding kink, they’re so in love it’s sickening

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

SUMMARY: jaehyun treats you like a princess but fucks you like a pornstar

soft, you were so soft. jaehyun thinks this must be what heaven feels like as you snuggle closer, early morning light peeking through the blinds and rousing you from your sleep

“hey, pretty girl” his voice was low, almost a whisper “you awake?” the sound was deep, husky morning voice sending tingles throughout your body

you looked up at him, still cuddled to his chest and half-awake, barely understanding anything but still nodding and giving in a slight moan. jaehyun soaks up the sight of you, only his shirt that’s sizes way too big and cute lacy panties covering you up, sleepy eyes and soft skin making him fall deeper

“look at my baby, so cute” he coos, hand caressing your cute cheeks. he can smell your scent, vanilla and something warm that reminds him of spring, memories of you and him that he relives with every inhale

you closed your eyes, leaning in closer to his warm palm and sighing softly. everything about the moment was pure bliss, jung jaehyun was every bit warm and blissful and you love him for it

he pulled you closer, strong arms circling around your waist until you’re just centimetres apart, the soft warmth of your body enrapturing his mind and corrupting his thoughts. one of his hands went up to rest against your cheek, thumb sensually rubbing your lower lip while his eyes follow the movement until they were locking with yours

“kiss me” a whisper and your lips were touching his. soft, you were so soft. the feel of your lips was heavenly, angelic and holy, and suddenly he can’t think straight

“i love you” sweet confessions moaned into each other's mouth and his tongue was there. exploring lovingly and claiming territory

you pulled on his hair, tussling the soft locks as you got lost in his kiss, still lying on his chest with him on his back. his big hand were suddenly tracing your back, going down, down, down until your plump ass was on his fingers

grabbing and clenching the soft cheeks on his giant palms, you whined loudly. “yeah? you like me playing with your ass, pretty girl?” he asked softly pulling away from your lips, staring at you already looking cock drunk and fucked out, lips red and swollen

“love it jae, love it s’much” you whined feeling dazed “bet your pussy is already soaking, huh?” he murmured, a hand trailing down to your leaking cunt to cup the mound “fuck you’re soping wet, baby” he hissed feeling up your wet pussy, rubbing his index and middle finger up and down over your lace undies

“jae p-please” his ministration causing you to whine and wither, fingers feeling too good, too much “stay still, pretty girl. need to make this pussy cum” his buff arms held you down, making sure you don’t move too much as his fingers slipped your panties to the side, long digits rubbing your cunt raw

“jae wanna cum, please m-make me cum” your pleas sounds cute, angelic voice such a stark contrast from his stubborn fingers slowly dipping in your pussy “don’t worry, pretty girl. m’gonna make you cry for me” and suddenly his fingers are inside you, knuckles deep and thrusting in and out

you feel your legs twitch as you release a cry, overwhelmed from pleasure and head already dizzy with his strong arms still keeping you down, making you stay still and take it

“fuck jae feels s-so good” you breathed out, head nuzzled on his neck trying to hide away from the pleasure

“look at you, baby” his cooing sounds almost like a mock “my cock aint even inside you yet but you’re already crying” he chuckled, amused at your sensitive body

crying out, his fingers were hitting so deep you can’t help but tilt near the edge “oh god jae m’gonna cum” your eyes tearing up from ecstasy “let go, pretty girl. cum” he comforts you, other hand rubbing your back while the other ruins your pussy for anyone else “cum for me, pretty. it’s ok” and you see white, orgasm blinding your vision until you’re seeing stars

“there you, baby. did so good for me” dry hand pushing your hair back away from your pretty face “do you still want my cock?” his question making your red face even more flushed “yes please jae” your answer ended up muffled in his chest, too shy to look at him

he clicked his tongue, “baby look at me, you still want to get fucked right?” his words got even more lewd making you pout “yes please jae, don’t tease me” you feel tears pricking your eyes, overwhelmed from wanting too much

jaehyun responded by pushing you under him, broad shoulders engulfing your whole body and making you feel so small. “i’ll fuck you like how you deserved to be fucked princess, don’t worry” and he’s ripping of your panties

“JAE!” you shrieked from surprise, “you can’t keep doing that” your lips formed in a pout, feeling a little annoyed that he ruined another good pair of your panties “m’sorry baby, can’t help it” he whispers an apology and before you could answer back, his lips were suddenly on you. searing kiss making your body warm up, his soft lips making your forget about anything

“jae please fuck me, just want you to fuck me” you whined, arms around his neck and face flushed from the lack of air. the kiss making your breathless

“i will, pretty girl.you gotta be patient for me” the whisper across your lips sounds sensual and you can’t help but moan at the way he sits up to lower down his gray sweatpants that never fails to make his already huge bulge even bigger, not even bothering to take off his shirt

his pulls it down to reveal his aching cock, underwear nowhere in sight as he prefers going commando when sleeping, the tip looking red and angry with a prominent vein going under

“face down, ass up for me baby” he sigh as his hand starts stroking his member, giant hand looking tiny compared to his hard cock

you obeyed immediately, feeling desperate and wanton for his dick “fuck what a pretty cunt” he hisses, spreading your plump cheeks apart to peek at your wet cunt

jaehyun can’t help but curse while giving your pussy little kisses, your scent clouding his senses with lust and need. he can’t help himself when he licks your pussy, taste hitting his tastebuds and fuck, you’re the most delicious meal he’ll ever have

his arms lock you in your place as he eats you out from behind, busy tongue and mouth working wonders on your pussy lips. you feel like flying from the sensations he’s giving you “jaehyun please s-stop, can’t t-take it” your voice sound pornographic, shaky and overwhelmed as you try to pull away from his touch, already close to another orgasm

“stay still, pretty. gonna make you cum for me again” and he was back to eating you out, slick mouth against your pussy. licking and thrusting deep inside you until you feel like you were floating, orgasm crashing in so abruptly you were left shaking and sobbing

“what a good girl, baby. giving me so much” jaehyun muttered while trailing kisses up your back, warm hands rubbing your body trying to soothe the shaking until you were back down to earth, left daze and breathless

“you ready for my cock, pretty? hm?” you can feel his hard cock from behind, hard and monstrous while his bulbous tip rubs against your leaking cunt. jaehyun uses your slick as lube, running his mushroom head up and down your entrance and letting the tip catch against your clit while carefully dipping in, not letting it fully enter you

“p-please jae. fuck me please i want it” you can’t help but cry out, exhausted from your orgasms but still left wanting more. “i got you baby” he whispers “would do anything ugh- for you” he grunted out as he thrusted into you, huge dick splitting your tight walls apart and stretching you out “slowly baby, slowly” he mutters while rubbing a comforting hand up and down your back, his size making it hard to fully slip into you but he felt so good, you take him in anyway

“what a tight, wet cunt. god, your pussy was made just for me baby” jaehyun’s moans sound erotic, drowning on pleasure from your tight cunt clenching around his hard dick “s-so big jae. so deep inside me” you sound drunk, his length slowly thrusting in and feeding you every delicious inch

“yeah? can you take it, pretty? too much?” all you could let out was a loud whine before he was slamming in and out of you. thrusting his hard dick from behind like a jackhammer

he pounds your pussy while using your hips as leverage. warms hands pulling your bouncing body towards his sinful hips everytime he slams inside you, not minding your desperate attempts at running away, crawling forward to lessen the strength of his thrusts and the way he was hitting your spot so perfectly

“oh god jae so d-deep, please don’t stop” your hands were gripping the bed sheets, pleas and whines falling out your lips like a prayer “i’m so deep in you, huh? you like my big cock fucking you this deep?” he growled out, tugging your hips and slamming balls deep in your pussy then staying completely still, cock tip kissing the entrance to your cervix. reaching behind him, he pulled on the collar of his white shirt and took off the clothing

you wailed out, feeling him so hard and deep in your pussy, claiming and owning “love it so much jae, please it’s so good” you’re slurring out the words, completely fucked out and drooling, at this point you’re not thinking straight. thoughts only filled with jaehyun and his dick fucking you so good

jaehyun thinks you look the best like this, drunk on his cock and only thinking of him. can’t help but love you even like this, moans loud and desperate and as his hips start picking up the pace again, he wants to make you even louder

pulling your hair in hand, jaehyun lifts up your head and circles his other hand on your throat pulling you up. now you’re sitting up with his chest pressed to your back, hips still thrusting hard and fast

he was fucking you so good you can’t help but throw your head back against his shoulder, eyes rolling back and tongue coming out with drool slipping past your plump lips

“look at you, baby” he coos “fucked dumb by my big cock, you’re loving this aren’t you, pretty girl?” he noses your cheeks, pressing loving little pecks at your throat and face

he loves it when you’re in this state, soft and pliant for him. completely melting in his arms as he kisses you, swirling his tongue around your cavern and exploring every cervices while maintaining his animalistic pace

“love it s’much jae. love you” you were clearly out of it, words barely registering in your head as jaehyun continues to pound your pussy from behind. ass cheeks clapping with every thrust, the sound echoing off the room with the squelching of your dripping cunt

“love you too pretty girl” he coos “are you gonna cum for me again? i can feel you clenching, baby” he grunted, pushing you down until you were flat on your stomach. pulling your legs, he manhandles you to lay down sideways, taking one of your thighs against his chest and slamming back inside you “god jae please don’t stop, please please please” gripping onto the pillows tightly, you can feel yourself starting to edge closer “never gonna stop fucking you, pretty. cunt to good for me” jaehyun was pounding your pussy even harder, determined to make you cum on his cock

“jae m’gonna cum m’gonna cum” “yeah? cum for me baby. cum for me so i can fill up this tight little cunt with my cum” pinning one of your legs down to the mattress, his thrusts suddenly turned even deeper “yes please jae wanna have your babies, wanna be yours” you were delirious from pleasure, starting to feel the familiar warmth on your pelvis “that’s it baby. cum for me-“ he’s cut off with a scream, your orgasm feeling like you were hit by a 10-wheeler truck.

you were sobbing and crying, overwhelmed with too much pleasure while jaehyun’s pace continued “fucking hell, take it baby” he groaned out, your clenching walls pushing him near his end

“jae t’much please s-stop” your pleas were ignored, too focused on his oncoming orgasm and intent on finally filling you up “m’gonna cum, pretty. shit, are you gonna take my cum for me? keep them nice and warm ‘nside you?” he’s rambling now, your pussy making him delirious and dizzy

his thrusts started turning sloppy, a sign that his near is close. jaehyun’s hips are sinful, fucking you so good even when he’s close to his end. pounding in.out.in.out.in.out then suddenly he started faltering, thrusting once, twice, thrice then harshly slamming inside your pussy. cockhead completely kissing your womb as his warmth fills you up

“pretty girl taking my cum. so proud of you” he whispers, leaning down to press kisses across your face, still locked inside you. and as your lips meet for a breathtaking kiss, he wouldn’t want it in any other way

Wow 😦

# stepbrother!hyuck… nsfw !!

# nsfw + minors dni !! haechan is kind of a loser, mentioned reader situationship w jaemin, creampies and less than polite language. don’t like it, don’t read it.

bet that loser,,, jaemin doesn’t fuck you this good, huh? stepbrother!hyuck smirks smugly, if anything, the sheets torn off the corners of his bed say more than enough, as if the bruises on your hips and teary streaks down your cheeks can hide a lie. and as you attempt to cry some kind of reply, his hand shoves your face into his sheets, gray and black blurring your tear filled vision, haven’t fucked your dumb enough yet? shouldn’t even say shit, his grin only growing as he thrusts hard, hands gripping your hips up like a cute cunt to use when he fucks you, his oh so sweet stepsister, who’s supposedly in some kind of “in between not quite” relationship with jaemin or something, not like it fucking matters to him though.

but fuck, when you lean over your desk without the door closed, ass peeking out from beneath a short skirt, gaze so focused on dolling up for a date with jaemin, irritation seethes beneath his skin as he stares so shamelessly, your top dipping low enough to give him a generous view of yoir cleavage, outfit begging to be fucked in his backseat after a shitty date that jaemin gets because he’s charming, charismatic, some shit like that. and god, it makes him annoyed. so what else to do but fuck you up before your date, make you late, make you dumb on your stepbrother’s cock instead of jaemin’s, who fucking deserves to be left hanging for a bit anyways, doesn’t he.

and what a dumb stepsister you are, acting like you don’t want it when you’ve soaked your panties visibly, telling him ‘s not a good time, have a d-date! when you’re the one letting him spread your thighs, whining and begging him with doll eyes when he slaps and spits on your pussy, not even trying to hide the way you push your cute ass into his obvious bulge, like you want to get fucked by your stepbrother, some date you’ve got.

so what? your skirt flipped up as you whine and moan into his sheets, begging his name, h-hyuck, ‘so good ‘m gonna cum! drool on your lips as you peek up at him from over your shoulder, fingers clenching his comforter as he roughly thrusts into the lewd, soaked mess of your cunt, wet slaps of skin on skin as his glasses fog with heavy, panting breaths, your date night makeup running down with tears and outfit disheveled, gonna fuckin show up to your date like this, slut? sit on his lap when you’re stuffed with my cum? god, shouldn’t it be so embarrassing as heat flushes your skin, his taunts only making you moan his name, too dumb on his cock? wailing his name, h-hyuck— h-hyuck! you stupidly sob as your high is overridden by his, sensation of hot cum pouring into your used cunt as he creampies your pussy, leaking creamy white as you moan, stuffed full n filled up with your stepbrother’s seed, mascara stains and your drool on his comforter as hyuck can only scoff and roughly hit your ass. and the chime of your phone notifications going off, as he grabs your phone and unlocks it with your obvious 1111 passcode.

jaem (8:09): hey baby, coming soon?

jaem (8:23): been waiting for you, need your pussy, princess

jaem (9:17): really leaving me like this? i won’t be so nice next time.

and stepbrother!hyuck who snaps a photo of your spent pussy, leaking his cum, as his finger hovers over the send, his eyes dark with a taunt as he meets your desperate, teary gaze.