–

as usual, the event went great. dreamies did their part; some more awkwardly than others. jaemin sat cross-legged across the room pretending to sip plastic tea from a dollhouse set. haechan had somehow acquired a cape and was “flying” a squealing boy across the room. while, renjun was in the middle of being hunted by foam-sword-wielding twins and losing spectacularly.

but it was you who caught jeno’s eyes. he stood under a mobile of paper clouds, arms crossed, back against the wall, taking a break from the noise. yet his gaze never left you. similar to how a hunter would watch its prey. he probably didn’t even realize how sharp his stare had gotten, but the longer he looked, the quieter he went.

you were magnetic, but not in the way you were on stage. this wasn’t charisma. this was something else. a capacity for care.

jeno saw how your body curled instinctively around the little girl dozing against your chest. the way your hands moved without hesitation. wiping, adjusting, and holding children like you’ve already done it before. and your bright smile shining at a toddler like nothing else in the world mattered, as if you were made to be needed.

he furrowed his brow without realizing it as a flicker of thought hit him.

you'd make such a good father.

–

that brought jeno at this moment, wide awake on his bed, and couldn’t sleep. his sheets were too warm, and his pillows were stiffer than usual, but none of that was why he was restless. it was you.

you, earlier that day, seated on the corner of the daycare with children around you like they were born to fit there. the way you held one little girl with one hand supporting her tiny back and the other smoothing her flyaway hairs, humming some tune you probably made up on the spot. she stopped crying after thirty seconds. thirty fucking seconds. he thought maybe you were some kind of child whisperer, and then you fed her, cooed at her, even laughed when she tried to grab your lip while burbling nonsense.

he saw your face softened as she blinked up at you, carrying her like she wasn’t heavy or loud or fussy. she was precious. how you calmed her down by saying something dumb and sweet, “you sleepy, tiny human, huh? yeah, i get it. tell me about it later.” as if the two of you were having a deep conversation, and she giggled. letting out this full-bellied little laugh and smacked your chest with her chubby fist.

and hours later, jeno was hard as fuck under the covers, fist curled around his cock, teeth gritted to keep himself quiet as imaginations looped in his head.

not just you holding a baby. you holding his baby.

you wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts, hair messy, and a sleepy look in your eyes as you bounced a fussy newborn on your shoulder. your voice is soft, and gentle. you’d rock her gently, whisper, “shh, daddy’s sleeping. let’s not wake him up.”

but jeno wouldn’t be asleep.

he’d be on the bed, sheets pushed down, hard and already leaking just watching you sway barefoot in the middle of the room. he’d drag his eyes down your thighs, the slight curve of your ass outlined beneath the fabric, and he’d growl, “put the baby down. come here.”

fuck. jeno bit his lip, hips lifting off the bed as his grip tightened. his mind blurred between reality and his delusions. you’d whisper back, smirking, “she just fell asleep…”

“i don’t give a fuck,” he growl at his imagination. “put her in the crib now. i need you.”

he’d grab you the second you were close enough, push you down on the bed, right there next to your baby girl’s stuffed giraffe and baby monitor, and shove your thighs apart, while his mouth was hot at your neck.

“this is why i fuck you full every time, yeah? look at you. fucking made to be a dad.”

the wet sounds of him jerking himself off filled the room. he stroked over the tip, feeling precum slick his fingers, breathing ragged, and a layer of sweat dampening his chest.

“you were made to carry my babies,” he muttered aloud needily, “even if you fucking can’t— fuck—i don’t care. i’ll fuck you like you can. again. and again. until it sticks.”

he imagined you glowing and needy, wearing nothing but soft cotton briefs and an oversized shirt you always wore, walking toward him in the kitchen, saying you were craving something bizzare. he’d pin you to the counter, fuck you right there, with his hand on your stomach, “so fucking full of me. god, look at you.”

his cock twitched hard in his fist, letting out a shaky breath, sweat dripping down his neck, while his knuckles turned white from how tight he was gripping his cock.

“you’d be the best fucking dad,” he murmured, clenching his teeth. “the way you hold her—fuck—you were made to be bred.” his balls tightened. the image of you, flushed and panting, moaning his name as he spilled inside you for the third time that night flashed in his brain. and that was it.

he came with a rough groan, cum painting his stomach, the sheets, anywhere, really, his hand couldn’t catch. his thighs trembled, breath stuttering in his chest, squeezing his eyes shut, and riding out the filth of his baby fever.

he didn’t move for a while. just lay there, chest rising and falling, brain still swimming in the images of you cradling a baby, moaning under him, mouth whispering “jeno, give me more.”

and when his breath evened out, the last thing he said before sleep finally came was muttered into the dark. “i don’t care if i can’t get you pregnant. we’ll just have to try and try again. i’ll fuck you like i can anyway.”

–

jeno thought maybe blowing a load last night would clear his head, but it didn't. if anything, it just made the image in his head worse. all day, he caught himself looking at you, still a little too long. the way you were bent over the couch arm to grab the remote. humming softly while scrolling your phone. your hair sticking to your neck after a shower. stupid shit that shouldn’t have turned him on but it still did. 

he was across the kitchen when you leaned over the kitchen counter in a thin shirt, laughing at something jaemin joked about kids.

“bet you’d be the strict one,” jaemin said, poking at the fruit bowl. “the dad with all the rules.”

you snorted. “nah. i’d be the one they run to when they get in trouble. spoil them rotten, then pretend i didn’t.”

“that’s worse,” jaemin laughed. “you’d have a house full of sugar-high toddlers.”

you just shrugged. “better than them being scared of me.”

jeno didn’t hear the rest. just that word—dad—and it was enough to flip something in him. that night, it felt like his skin didn’t fit.

–

it was late when he stumbled into your room, reeking of whiskey mark had pushed him to drink earlier, thinking it’d take the edge off. but the burn only settled deeper into his skin.

you were already there, the light of your bedside lamp casting warm shadows. jeno barely registered how you looked, just his eyes flickering up to meet yours before his knees buckled, and collapsed onto the bed. you sat up from where you were laying, looking concerned at your boyfriend who was fucking wrecked. “hyung…”

he didn’t even bother acting like he wasn't far enough gone to stop pretending he had self-control. “‘m sorry, baby… been thinking ‘bout you so much.. ‘bout having babies with you—” god, he was slurring.

and before you could even process his words, he was already on you. it wasn’t even really romantic. he just grabbed your face, kissed you hard, deep, wet while his tongue was already in your mouth before you could gasp.

his hands gripped under your thighs. he shoved your sweatpants and boxers down roughly, letting them fall around your thighs before hoisting you up like you weighed nothing, and straddled you on his lap, chest to chest.

you squirmed a little, trying to keep up, legs wrapping around his waist automatically as his hips rocked up against you. you could feel it. his cock was rock hard, grinding into your ass through layers of fabric, and leaking already.

“you jus’ don’t get it,” he muttered against your lips. “you don’t get it, hm?” you barely had time to respond before his hands slid under your shirt, palms splaying flat over your bare back, and he dragged you closer.

“you’re drunk—” you tried to speak, but it came out breathy, more of a moan.

“drunk on you,” he pecked your lips. “fucking waited all night—all fucking night to get home to this tight little hole and now you’re gonna tell me not now?”

“i see you with kids and i lose m’fucking mind,” he rasped. “i jerked off last night to the image of you holding that baby.”

“jeno—”

“i came so fucking hard just imagining you dripping,” he hissed, while his hands were sliding lower to grip your ass, “and stuffed full.”

you whimpered, and he just grinned. “fuck, you want that too, baby? ” then he slurred against your neck, “i think ya do..”

a gasp escaped your lips as he rolled his hips up, his cock grinding up against your ass through your clothes. “fuck,” you breathed, biting your lip.

“you’re gonna let me put it in raw, baby?” he murmured, mouth at your jaw now, licking and kissing down your neck. “please? really really wan’ it…”

he didn’t wait for an answer, he didn’t need one, because your body was already leaning into it, giving in to every word he was sputtering.

he hurriedly stripped himself off of his clothes, then spat into his palm and jerked his cock out. it was thick, veiny, and red at the tip, which slapped wet against his abdomen.

his hand tightened on your waist, fingers digging as he held you still. you hovered for a moment, breath catching, heat pooling low and slow. “sit,” he said, voice rough, “fucking sit on it, baby. let me fill you.”

you sank down slowly, both of you gasping as the stretch hit. he grabbed your waist tighter, helping you slide down inch by inch as his head dropped back when you fully sat down to the hilt. it was enough for his voice to crack.

it was a painful stretch. jeno’s always been big, and sure, you’ve already taken him a few times before, but the way he fucks you open always leaves your mouth hanging from how girthy he was.

you were about to moan when he cut you off with a rather desperate kiss. it’s not sweet. it’s every unsaid word he’s choked down all day, ever since he saw you cradle someone else’s kid. and he kisses you like he wants to make one with you. right here, right now.

you whimper into the kiss, back arching as jeno thrusts slow and low. his hands slide under your shirt, tracing your bare skin before he peels it off, all breath and heat.

“don’t think we can’t have one, please,” he murmurs, lips messing around your neck.

you breathe out, dizzy. “jeno…”

he bites—just enough to leave you gasping. “daddy—fuck, call me daddy—wanna be a daddy,”

“and don’t look at me like that, baby, please,” he continued hissing, “like we couldn’t try.”

“you’d take it so well, i know you would. you’re my good boy. see? you’re letting me fuck you slow. wanna fuck you over and over until you’re dripping.” he groaned as he pushed his cock even deeper. 

“you’d let me breed you, right?” he pants, voice low and desperate. “even if you can’t get pregnant. you’d let me pretend. you’d let me own your body like that.”

“say it,” he demanded, “say you want it.”

“i want it. i want you to—fuck—put a baby in me.” you clenched around him instinctively and he groaned, bucking up once

“shit—do that again and i’ll cum before i even get to knock you up,” his cock twitched violently inside you as he panted.

his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you there, full and pulsing around him as he bounced you, “you’re not getting off this cock,” he said roughly. “not until i’ve fucked a baby into you.”

he was so turned on. shamefully so that he just started carelessly thrusting up to you. the tip of his cock continues to hit that one soft spot inside of you, and it makes you so dizzy how jeno exactly knows how to leave your mind hanging by a thread.

your legs shaked as you rode him hard, body trembling and struggling to coherently think that the only thing you could do is take it. he buries his cock as deep as it goes, wraps his arms around your waist, and kisses your throat like you’re already carrying him. fuck, drunk jeno is just so delusional. 

“daddy needs to cum deep, baby—fuck—just in case, i have to—what if it doesn’t take,” he was panting as he thrusts upwards. his voice cracking as the head of his cock bullies that same spot that has you gripping your nails deeply onto his shoulders.

“daddy—i can’t—” you dazed as he yet again leaves another hickey on your throat.

“i know,” he breathes, eyes locked to yours. “but what if you could?”

and there it is. that fever-dream logic he’s been clinging to since yesterday.

your body’s too pretty like this, covered in sweat, legs trembling, lips parted as you whimper on his lap; your hole so slick and loose, and somehow—still—it flutters around him like it wants more. 

“i’ve wanted to say something since last night,” he confessed. “i kept telling myself it was stupid. we’re idols. you’re my bandmate. we’re not supposed to want that.” he shook his head slowly, lips brushing yours again. “but fuck—i want it. i want to see you carrying for me. to see your body all soft and swollen with my kid. i want to ruin you for anyone else.”

and he can’t stop himself. nope, not tonight.

your pulse thudded in your ears. he presses a hand to your stomach, palm flat, right where a baby would start if the world made any sense at all. his voice drops to a hush. “you’d look so beautiful like this. just imagine, baby—soft and warm, belly round. you’d glow for me. yeah? you wanna be a pretty little househusband?”

you moaned, delirious from how overstimulating it all was, and he thrusts deeper.

“imagine waking up swollen. sore. still dripping from the night before,” he murmurs. “and i’d do it again. i’d rub your back, kiss your stomach, then fuck another load into you before breakfast.”

your nails dig into his shoulders more. he’s still so hard and heavy deep inside you.

“you’d let me take care of you,” he coos, rocking up into you more, “wouldn’t you? you’d be my good boy—stay in bed all day while i work, rub your belly when you get achy. i’d bring you fruit. help you waddle to the shower.”

your breath catches. “fuck—please—”

“and when it kicks?” he grits, picking up his pace, “you’d grab my hand. make me feel it. tell me it’s ours.”

he wasn't just drunk from the whiskey anymore, if anything, he's more drunk on the image of you carrying his child. even if it's biologically impossible.

your skin sticks against his. your legs shake as orgasm sneaks up on you. it was unbearable and pulsing, your body desperate to cum even as it begs for mercy under jeno’s delusions.

jeno’s hips slam up into you—again, and again, and again—fucking you through the tremble in your thighs until his voice breaks entirely.

“i’ll try again,”, he moans. “i don’t care how many times—i’ll do it all night.”.

he kisses you hard, and then groans against your mouth. “i’m gonna cum inside you,” he pants. “gonna fill you up so deep, baby. just in case this time it works.”

“daddy—i can’t—!”

“yes, you fucking can, baby. you take it. ya always do, yeah?” he thrust so deep your back arched. “i thought of breeding you all night. you think i’m gonna stop now?”

you whined, tears streaking your cheeks as your cock throbbed untouched between your bodies. you could feel him hitting deep, every thrust smearing his precum against your walls. every snap of his hips sent heat pooling lower and lower.

“i’m close,” he gasped, voice shaking. “gonna cum in you. gonna knock you up so fucking good, baby. you want that? you want daddy’s drunk load in this sloppy little hole?”

“y-yes—yesyesyes—please, daddy, i want it, wanna be full—!”

he grunted hard, one last thrust slamming in deep and then he was cumming, cock throbbing wildly as he emptied hot, thick ropes inside you. he didn’t move, prolly didn’t even breathe. he just stayed buried to the hilt while you shook around him, his cum spilling out, sticky and warm along your walls.

you were twitching and sobbing, while your legs trembled around his waist. and jeno just held you there. his cock’s still hard, panting against your ear, drunk and glowing, “my good boy… always so good for daddy.” he panted as he laid you on your back.

you don’t answer. can’t, really. not when mark's still got you spread open across the bed, fingers curling inside you nice and slow. he’s gentle, as always. taking his time, like he’s trying to memorize every twitch in your thighs, every breath you catch on.

you barely get a second to breathe before haechan flops beside you. he’s grinning already, hand settling warm on your thigh, fingers pressing in tight enough to bruise. his mouth hovers close like he’s about to say something sweet—but it’s never sweet with him.

“god, baby,” mark says. “you love getting passed around, huh?”

mark laughs softly under his breath, still curling his fingers inside you just right. “he’s soaked,” he murmurs. “feels like he’s already halfway gone.”

your legs twitch again, hips rolling down to chase mark's hand even though it’s already so deep. you’re whining without even realizing it, and that’s when jaemin shifts forward and grabs you by the jaw.

his hand’s just there, holding your face like he owns it. not squeezing—yet. just resting. then his cock slaps wet across your cheek and you flinch. your shoulders jerk up, breath stuttering out before you can stop it. there’s a split second where you don’t even look at him, too focused on the way it stings, the way your skin stung from the contact. but his hand moves fast. he grabs your face, thumb pressing into your jaw, not hard—yet, but it’s threatening, like he wants to bruise it. as if he’s daring you to pull away. 

jaemin drags your face toward him. he was far from being gentle, his cock still wet where it kissed your cheek. it’s still hard, heavier now somehow, and y’know he’s waiting for something—and you can feel his breath right against your lips, hot and mean.

he stares. not saying anything yet. just watching you flinch, shiver, and trying to keep still under his grip. “so noisy already,” he mutters. it was low enough to make you freeze. “you were whining backstage, remember that? what were you begging for?”

“nnh—didn’t say anything—” your voice breaks halfway through, head tipping back when mark hits that spot again and your whole body jumps.

“you didn’t have to,” haechan chimes in, still stroking your cock teasingly. “your legs were shaking before mark even touched you.”

mark presses a kiss to your thigh, fingers dragging out slow before easing back in deep. “you like that, sweetheart? like being spread open while they watch?”

you nod without even thinking. “mhm—”

“use your words.”

“i like it, mark hyung—m’so full—”

“you’ve taken two fingers,” jaemin cuts in, blank-faced. “don’t act like you’re split on cock already.”

“feels so big though,” you gasp, as mark pushes in a third. it burns a little—thick and all the way in—and you sob when he starts to curl them. “fuck—m’not used to this much—” :((

“nah,” haechan coos, still jerking your cock, treating it like the most precious thing he's ever held. “you want more, don’t you? bet if nana told you to open your mouth right now, you’d drool for it.”

“won’t be necessary,” jaemin huffs as his grip slides into your hair and tugs your head toward his leaking cock. “show me, baby. show me how pretty boys suck dick.”

your jaw drops without thinking. you’re already shaking, barely holding it together; still though, you let him slide in. he’s thick, mean about it, pushing all the way until your lips are flush to his base. you gag once, then breathe around it.

he stays there. makes you sit with it. one hand gripping your hair, the other bracing the back of your neck as he pushed himself deeper.

“breathe through it,” haechan murmurs, “you’ve done this before, baby. you got it.”

you moan around it, eyes tearing up. mark's still fucking you gently with his fingers, whispering something into your thigh, but you can’t hear him, not really. your cock jerks in haechan's hand and your hips twitch every time jaemin moves, just barely.

“fuck,” jaemin mutters. “you were made for this.”

“he loves crying,” mark says quietly, kissing the inside of your thighs. “don’t you, baby? love when we wreck you like this?”

you try to nod again, but you’re too full. cock in your throat, fingers inside you, precum dripping down your dick. your body’s not even yours anymore. it belongs to them and you’re just barely holding on :((

“bet your brain’s already leaking out your ears,” haechan grinned, whispering. “you want us to fuck it right out of you, huh? ruin our baby until he can’t even remember his name.”

jaemin pulls out just enough to let you breathe. you suck in air, loud and messy, lips slick with spit. “i’m—i’m already yours—”

“fuck he said it,” mark groans. well, that did something to him. his fingers are still deep. your hole’s clenching down like it knows something’s coming.

“say it again for me, baby,” jaemin breathes. “c’mon. say it.”

“yours. m’yours—please—”

jaemin kisses you. hard. wet. tongue pushing in like he owns the space, trying to taste the words you just said.

and then mark pulls his fingers out, just as haechan slides his in.

you gasp loud, back arching off the bed. it’s too much—haechan's slick and fast, fingers twisting in deeper than you were ready for.

“fuck—fuck, that’s—” you’re trembling. your whole body’s tight, stuffed full again. “c-can’t—”

“yes you can,” haechan growls at your throat, mouthing along your jaw while his fingers stretch you open. “you’re our fucktoy, right? our good little boy?”

jaemin's thumb presses your tongue flat again. “gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll see stars.”

your body’s jerking, hips stuttering into haechan's hand where he’s still stroking your cock. you’re leaking all over his fingers, your hole fluttering around him wanting—no. needing something deeper.

“m’gonna—gonna cum—” you choke out, right on the edge, can’t stop it—

“do it,” mark says, soft as ever, his eyes saying i love you. “go ahead, baby. let go.”

you don’t answer. can’t, really. not when mark's still got you spread open across the bed, fingers curling inside you nice and slow. he’s gentle, like always. taking his time, like he’s trying to memorize every twitch in your thighs, every breath you catch on.

you barely get a second to breathe before haechan flops beside you. he’s grinning already, hand settling warm on your thigh, fingers pressing in tight enough to bruise. his mouth hovers close like he’s about to say something sweet—but it’s never sweet with him.

“god, baby,” mark says. “you love getting passed around, huh?”

mark laughs softly under his breath, still curling his fingers inside you just right. “he’s soaked,” he murmurs. “feels like he’s already halfway gone.”

your legs twitch again, hips rolling down to chase mark's hand even though it’s already so deep. you’re whining without even realizing it, and that’s when jaemin shifts forward and grabs you by the jaw.

his hand’s just there, holding your face like he owns it. not squeezing—yet. just resting, like a warning. then his cock slaps wet across your cheek and you flinch. your shoulders jerk up, breath stuttering out before you can stop it. there’s a split second where you don’t even look at him, too focused on the way it stings, the way your skin stung from the contact. but his hand moves fast. he grabs your face like it’s his to hold, thumb pressing into your jaw, not hard—yet, but it’s threatening, like he wants to bruise it. as if he’s daring you to pull away. 

jaemin drags your face toward him. he was far from being gentle, his cock still wet where it kissed your cheek. it’s still hard, heavier now somehow, and y’know he’s waiting for something—and you can feel his breath right against your lips, hot and mean.

he stares. not saying anything yet. just watching you flinch, shiver, try to keep still under his grip. “so noisy already,” he mutters, quiet enough to make you freeze. “you were whining backstage, remember that? what were you begging for?”

“nnh—didn’t say anything—” your voice breaks halfway through, head tipping back when mark hits that spot again and your whole body jumps.

“you didn’t have to,” haechan chimes in, still stroking your cock teasingly. “your legs were shaking before mark even touched you.”

mark presses a kiss to your thigh, fingers dragging out slow before easing back in deep. “you like that, sweetheart? like being spread open while they watch?”

you nod without even thinking. “mhm—”

“use your words.”

“i like it, mark hyung—m’so full—”

“you’ve taken two fingers,” jaemin cuts in, blank-faced. “don’t act like you’re split on cock already.”

“feels so big though,” you gasp, as mark pushes in a third. it burns a little—thick and all the way in—and you sob when he starts to curl them. “fuck—m’not used to this much—” :((

“nah,” haechan coos, still jerking your cock like it's the most precious thing he's ever held. “you want more, don’t you? bet if nana told you to open your mouth right now, you’d drool for it.”

“won’t be necessary,” jaemin huffs as his grip slides into your hair and tugs your head toward his leaking cock. “show me, baby. show me how pretty boys suck dick.”

your jaw drops without thinking. you’re already shaking, barely holding it together; still though, you let him slide in. he’s thick, mean about it, pushing all the way until your lips are flush to his base. you gag once, then breathe around it.

he stays there. makes you sit with it. one hand gripping your hair, the other bracing on your neck like he wants to feel every little flutter from the inside.

“breathe through it,” haechan murmurs,. “you’ve done this before, baby. you got it.”

you moan around it, eyes tearing up. mark's still fucking you gently with his fingers, whispering something into your thigh, but you can’t hear him, not really. your cock jerks in haechan's hand and your hips twitch every time jaemin moves, just barely.

“fuck,” jaemin mutters. “you were made for this.”

“he loves crying,” mark says quietly, kissing the inside of your knee. “don’t you, baby? love when we wreck you like this?”

you try to nod again, but you’re too full. cock in your throat, fingers inside you, precum dripping down your dick. your body’s not even yours anymore. it belongs to them and you’re just barely holding on :((

“bet your brain’s already leaking out your ears,” haechan grinned, whispering. “you want us to fuck it right out of you, huh? ruin our baby until he can’t even remember his name.”

jaemin pulls out just enough to let you breathe. you suck in air, loud and messy, lips slick with spit. “i’m—i’m already yours—”

“fuck he said it,” mark groans like that did something to him. his fingers are still deep. your hole’s clenching down like it knows something’s coming.

“say it again for me, baby,” jaemin breathes. “c’mon. say it.”

“yours. m’yours—please—”

jaemin kisses you. hard. wet. tongue pushing in like he owns the space, like he’s trying to taste the words you just said.

and then mark pulls his fingers out, just as haechan slides his in.

you gasp loud, back arching off the bed. it’s too much—haechan's slick and fast, fingers twisting in deeper than you were ready for.

“fuck—fuck, that’s—” you’re trembling. your whole body’s tight, stuffed full again. “c-can’t—”

“yes you can,” haechan growls at your throat, mouthing along your jaw while his fingers stretch you open. “you’re our fucktoy, right? our good little boy?”

jaemin's thumb presses your tongue flat again. “gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll see stars.”

your body’s jerking, hips stuttering into haechan's hand where he’s still stroking your cock. you’re leaking all over his fingers, your hole fluttering around his hand like it needs something deeper.

“m’gonna—gonna cum—” you choke out, right on the edge, can’t stop it—

“do it,” mark says, soft as ever, like he’s saying i love you. “go ahead, baby. let go.”

sneaky!jaemin who always ends up in your bed.

he swears it’s harmless, y’know. just cuddling. just jaemin being clingy again, draping himself over your chest, legs tangled with yours, his soft hoodie and warm breath against your neck. you stopped calling it “weird” months ago. because it happens too often. because you never actually push him away. because sometimes, you find yourself reaching for him first.

and maybe you’re not as subtle as you think. maybe he notices when your hips twitch under the blanket, when you shift closer, when you hold your breath whenever his fingers graze too low. you’re the youngest, but jaemin’s made it his full-time job to test just how innocent you really are.

“you always this jumpy when hyung holds you?” he mumbles, fingers trailing lazy shapes on your waist. his hand dips lower. you tense. “relax, baby. we’re just cuddling, remember?”

sneaky!jaemin who always found a way to get into your bed during dorm movie nights. 

it starts off so innocent, the two of you curled up under a thick shared blanket while the others are too busy watching the screen or knocking out halfway through. he plays the part well—"baby's cold," he’d whisper with a pout, looping his arms around you, pressing his chest to your back while you try not to shiver. he’s always touching—fingertips on your hip, brushing up your arm like it’s nothing—but you both know better.

sneaky!jaemin who likes testing how much he can get away with before someone catches on 

“just cuddling,” he’d say, voice honey-sweet with an innocent smile, even when his hand is very veeery low, fingers ghosting under the hem of your shirt. “you’re overthinking it,” he’d whisper against your ear when your breath hitches. you never really believe him, but you let him keep doing it.

sneaky!jaemin who pulls this shit every time he's horny

he’ll come into your room after lights out, barefaced and sleepy-eyed, oversized tee hanging off his frame like he really just came to crash. but the moment the door clicks shut, he’s crawling into your bed like he owns it, dragging you to face him before slipping a hand under your shirt.

you should say something. you should ask why he keeps doing this, why he always acts like your body is his personal playground when no one’s around. but then he presses his forehead to yours and whispers, “missed you,” and suddenly your brain is empty again.

“nana—can we just cuddle normally tonight?”

“no, please, baby! just the tip, i promise.”

his cock’s already hard against your thigh, leaking through his boxers. you feel it. he knows you feel it. and still he plays it sweet, kissing the corner of your lips while sliding your shorts down like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“don’t pout,” he coos when you glare at him. “you know i get lonely when we don’t sleep together.”

“you mean when you don’t fuck me.”

he snorts. “same thing.”

sneaky!jaemin who plays innocent but fucks you like he's been waiting all day.

he’s messy with it tonight—rubbing the flushed head of his cock against your hole like it’s just a warm-up, like he’s got all the time in the world to tease you. your thighs shake when he finally slides in, inch by inch, stretching you open until you’re arching into his chest and choking on a moan.

it was never just the tip with jaemin. and you know it. “fuck—you’re tight,” he hisses, pushing in deeper, groaning when you clench down on him. “you always do this. act all shy, then grip me like this. what am i supposed to do, huh?”

you try to speak. maybe even glare at him again. but your mouth falls open instead when he thrusts up into you, slow and deep, until you’re practically folded against him. jaemin swallows your moan with a kiss, smiling against your lips when your fingers clutch his shirt like a lifeline.

“always this needy for hyung’s cock? even after all that whining?”

you don’t answer. not verbally. but your legs wrap tighter around his waist and your back arches and your head tips back just enough for him to mouth at your throat, and that’s enough for jaemin to know how down bad u are.

he fucks you deep and slow, all while whispering filth into your ear—stuff he never says in public. “pretty baby,” he murmurs, licking up your jaw. “look at you. stuffed full like this. my favorite hole. mine.”

sneaky!jaemin who's obsessed with how your body reacts to him.

the way you squirm when he hits too deep. the little gasps you make when he kisses your neck and fucks you slow like he’s got all night to ruin you. he knows exactly how to drag his cock along your walls, just barely brushing your prostate before pulling out again with a messy grind.

“mm, there,” he hums as he rocked into you. his cock wet and twitching from how tight you keep squeezing around him. “feel that? right there. that’s what you were begging for.”

“wasn’t begging,” you whisper, breath shaky.

“oh?” he snickers. “then what’s this?” his hand trails down to your stomach, palm pressing where his cock bulges against your stomach, grinning as you shiver beneath him. “you’re taking all of me like a good boy. always do. even when you pretend you don’t want it.”

sneaky!jaemin who thinks you look prettiest when you're fucked stupid.

your moans go high-pitched when he speeds up. his thrusts are sloppier, greedier, full of friction and heat. the bed creaks beneath you. your legs tremble around his waist. and jaemin just watches your face twist in pleasure like it’s his favorite movie.

“god, you’re so fucking cute when you cry,” he groans, fucking into you harder. “look at those tears—tch. all ‘cause of hyung’s cock, huh?”

“d-don’t say that,” you whimper, voice cracking as your cock leaks untouched between your bodies.

“why not?” he smirks. “gonna act shy now? when you’re this hard for me?”

he licks your tears. seriously. drags his tongue up the side of your cheek, catching a salty streak before spitting it back into your open mouth. That was enough to make your hips jerk as you clench hard around him.

sneaky!jaemin who loves making you feel like you're meant to be used.

“you were waiting for this all day, weren’t you?” he huffs, hips stuttering as he grinds deeper into you. “could’ve fucked you during the movie. right there in the living room, under the blanket. bet you would’ve kept still like a good little slut.”

his fingers wrap around your throat—gentle, but firm enough to make your head spin—and he forces your gaze to meet his. his hair’s messy, lips red from biting them too hard, his eyes blown wide and hungry.

“say you missed me,” he murmurs.

you swallow. “i missed you.”

“say you missed this cock.”

“i—i missed your cock, hyung—!”

he cuts you off with a kiss. all teeth and tongue and desperation. you barely feel his hand slipping between your legs until he’s jerking you off fast, messy, timed perfectly with his thrusts.

“come for me,” he pants, biting your shoulder. “come while hyung’s fucking you. make a mess, baby. wanna see it.”

you do. hard.

your entire body shudders, back arching as your cum spurts across your chest, whining high and helpless into his mouth. you’re still throbbing around him when jaemin finally snaps his hips forward one last time and spills inside you—deep, hot, breathless, choking on a moan as his cock jerks inside your overstimmed hole.

sneaky!jaemin who doesn't pull out. ever.

he stays pressed to you, both of you panting hard as he watches his cum slowly leak out of your hole. he doesn’t speak for a long time. just plays with the mess, dragging his fingers over your rim like he’s trying to push it back in.

then, softly—

“you love it when i fill you up, huh?”

you nod weakly.

sneaky!jaemin who always ends up in your bed.

he swears it’s harmless, y’know. just cuddling. just jaemin being clingy again, draping himself over your chest, legs tangled with yours, his soft hoodie and warm breath against your neck. you stopped calling it “weird” months ago. because it happens too often. because you never actually push him away. because sometimes, you find yourself reaching for him first.

and maybe you’re not as subtle as you think. maybe he notices when your hips twitch under the blanket, when you shift closer, when you hold your breath whenever his fingers graze too low. you’re the youngest, but jaemin’s made it his full-time job to test just how innocent you really are.

“you always this jumpy when hyung holds you?” he mumbles, fingers trailing lazy shapes on your waist. his hand dips lower. you tense. “relax, baby. we’re just cuddling, remember?”

sneaky!jaemin who always found a way to get into your bed during dorm movie nights. 

it starts off so innocent, the two of you curled up under a thick shared blanket while the others are too busy watching the screen or knocking out halfway through. he plays the part well—"baby's cold," he’d whisper with a pout, looping his arms around you, pressing his chest to your back while you try not to shiver. he’s always touching—fingertips on your hip, brushing up your arm like it’s nothing—but you both know better.

sneaky!jaemin who likes testing how much he can get away with before someone catches on 

“just cuddling,” he’d say, voice honey-sweet with an innocent smile, even when his hand is very veeery low, fingers ghosting under the hem of your shirt. “you’re overthinking it,” he’d whisper against your ear when your breath hitches. you never really believe him, but you let him keep doing it.

sneaky!jaemin who pulls this shit every time he's horny

he’ll come into your room after lights out, barefaced and sleepy-eyed, oversized tee hanging off his frame like he really just came to crash. but the moment the door clicks shut, he’s crawling into your bed like he owns it, dragging you to face him before slipping a hand under your shirt.

you should say something. you should ask why he keeps doing this, why he always acts like your body is his personal playground when no one’s around. but then he presses his forehead to yours and whispers, “missed you,” and suddenly your brain is empty again.

“nana—can we just cuddle normally tonight?”

“no, please, baby! just the tip, i promise.”

his cock’s already hard against your thigh, leaking through his boxers. you feel it. he knows you feel it. and still he plays it sweet, kissing the corner of your lips while sliding your shorts down like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“don’t pout,” he coos when you glare at him. “you know i get lonely when we don’t sleep together.”

“you mean when you don’t fuck me.”

he snorts. “same thing.”

sneaky!jaemin who plays innocent but fucks you like he's been waiting all day.

he’s messy with it tonight—rubbing the flushed head of his cock against your hole like it’s just a warm-up, like he’s got all the time in the world to tease you. your thighs shake when he finally slides in, inch by inch, stretching you open until you’re arching into his chest and choking on a moan.

it was never just the tip with jaemin. and you know it. “fuck—you’re tight,” he hisses, pushing in deeper, groaning when you clench down on him. “you always do this. act all shy, then grip me like this. what am i supposed to do, huh?”

you try to speak. maybe even glare at him again. but your mouth falls open instead when he thrusts up into you, slow and deep, until you’re practically folded against him. jaemin swallows your moan with a kiss, smiling against your lips when your fingers clutch his shirt like a lifeline.

“always this needy for hyung’s cock? even after all that whining?”

you don’t answer. not verbally. but your legs wrap tighter around his waist and your back arches and your head tips back just enough for him to mouth at your throat, and that’s enough for jaemin to know how down bad u are.

he fucks you deep and slow, all while whispering filth into your ear—stuff he never says in public. “pretty baby,” he murmurs, licking up your jaw. “look at you. stuffed full like this. my favorite hole. mine.”

sneaky!jaemin who's obsessed with how your body reacts to him.

the way you squirm when he hits too deep. the little gasps you make when he kisses your neck and fucks you slow like he’s got all night to ruin you. he knows exactly how to drag his cock along your walls, just barely brushing your prostate before pulling out again with a messy grind.

“mm, there,” he hums as he rocked into you. his cock wet and twitching from how tight you keep squeezing around him. “feel that? right there. that’s what you were begging for.”

“wasn’t begging,” you whisper, breath shaky.

“oh?” he snickers. “then what’s this?” his hand trails down to your stomach, palm pressing where his cock bulges against your stomach, grinning as you shiver beneath him. “you’re taking all of me like a good boy. always do. even when you pretend you don’t want it.”

sneaky!jaemin who thinks you look prettiest when you're fucked stupid.

your moans go high-pitched when he speeds up. his thrusts are sloppier, greedier, full of friction and heat. the bed creaks beneath you. your legs tremble around his waist. and jaemin just watches your face twist in pleasure like it’s his favorite movie.

“god, you’re so fucking cute when you cry,” he groans, fucking into you harder. “look at those tears—tch. all ‘cause of hyung’s cock, huh?”

“d-don’t say that,” you whimper, voice cracking as your cock leaks untouched between your bodies.

“why not?” he smirks. “gonna act shy now? when you’re this hard for me?”

he licks your tears. seriously. drags his tongue up the side of your cheek, catching a salty streak before spitting it back into your open mouth. That was enough to make your hips jerk as you clench hard around him.

sneaky!jaemin who loves making you feel like you're meant to be used.

“you were waiting for this all day, weren’t you?” he huffs, hips stuttering as he grinds deeper into you. “could’ve fucked you during the movie. right there in the living room, under the blanket. bet you would’ve kept still like a good little slut.”

his fingers wrap around your throat—gentle, but firm enough to make your head spin—and he forces your gaze to meet his. his hair’s messy, lips red from biting them too hard, his eyes blown wide and hungry.

“say you missed me,” he murmurs.

you swallow. “i missed you.”

“say you missed this cock.”

“i—i missed your cock, hyung—!”

he cuts you off with a kiss. all teeth and tongue and desperation. you barely feel his hand slipping between your legs until he’s jerking you off fast, messy, timed perfectly with his thrusts.

“come for me,” he pants, biting your shoulder. “come while hyung’s fucking you. make a mess, baby. wanna see it.”

you do. hard.

your entire body shudders, back arching as your cum spurts across your chest, whining high and helpless into his mouth. you’re still throbbing around him when jaemin finally snaps his hips forward one last time and spills inside you—deep, hot, breathless, choking on a moan as his cock jerks inside your overstimmed hole.

sneaky!jaemin who doesn't pull out. ever.

he stays pressed to you, both of you panting hard as he watches his cum slowly leak out of your hole. he doesn’t speak for a long time. just plays with the mess, dragging his fingers over your rim like he’s trying to push it back in.

then, softly—

“you love it when i fill you up, huh?”

you nod weakly.

sneaky!jaemin who always ends up in your bed.

he swears it’s harmless, y’know. just cuddling. just jaemin being clingy again, draping himself over your chest, legs tangled with yours, his soft hoodie and warm breath against your neck. you stopped calling it “weird” months ago. because it happens too often. because you never actually push him away. because sometimes, you find yourself reaching for him first.

and maybe you’re not as subtle as you think. maybe he notices when your hips twitch under the blanket, when you shift closer, when you hold your breath whenever his fingers graze too low. you’re the youngest, but jaemin’s made it his full-time job to test just how innocent you really are.

“you always this jumpy when hyung holds you?” he mumbles, fingers trailing lazy shapes on your waist. his hand dips lower. you tense. “relax, baby. we’re just cuddling, remember?”

sneaky!jaemin who always found a way to get into your bed during dorm movie nights. 

it starts off so innocent, the two of you curled up under a thick shared blanket while the others are too busy watching the screen or knocking out halfway through. he plays the part well—"baby's cold," he’d whisper with a pout, looping his arms around you, pressing his chest to your back while you try not to shiver. he’s always touching—fingertips on your hip, brushing up your arm like it’s nothing—but you both know better.

sneaky!jaemin who likes testing how much he can get away with before someone catches on 

“just cuddling,” he’d say, voice honey-sweet with an innocent smile, even when his hand is very veeery low, fingers ghosting under the hem of your shirt. “you’re overthinking it,” he’d whisper against your ear when your breath hitches. you never really believe him, but you let him keep doing it.

sneaky!jaemin who pulls this shit every time he's horny

he’ll come into your room after lights out, barefaced and sleepy-eyed, oversized tee hanging off his frame like he really just came to crash. but the moment the door clicks shut, he’s crawling into your bed like he owns it, dragging you to face him before slipping a hand under your shirt.

you should say something. you should ask why he keeps doing this, why he always acts like your body is his personal playground when no one’s around. but then he presses his forehead to yours and whispers, “missed you,” and suddenly your brain is empty again.

“nana—can we just cuddle normally tonight?”

“no, please, baby! just the tip, i promise.”

his cock’s already hard against your thigh, leaking through his boxers. you feel it. he knows you feel it. and still he plays it sweet, kissing the corner of your lips while sliding your shorts down like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“don’t pout,” he coos when you glare at him. “you know i get lonely when we don’t sleep together.”

“you mean when you don’t fuck me.”

he snorts. “same thing.”

sneaky!jaemin who plays innocent but fucks you like he's been waiting all day.

he’s messy with it tonight—rubbing the flushed head of his cock against your hole like it’s just a warm-up, like he’s got all the time in the world to tease you. your thighs shake when he finally slides in, inch by inch, stretching you open until you’re arching into his chest and choking on a moan.

it was never just the tip with jaemin. and you know it. “fuck—you’re tight,” he hisses, pushing in deeper, groaning when you clench down on him. “you always do this. act all shy, then grip me like this. what am i supposed to do, huh?”

you try to speak. maybe even glare at him again. but your mouth falls open instead when he thrusts up into you, slow and deep, until you’re practically folded against him. jaemin swallows your moan with a kiss, smiling against your lips when your fingers clutch his shirt like a lifeline.

“always this needy for hyung’s cock? even after all that whining?”

you don’t answer. not verbally. but your legs wrap tighter around his waist and your back arches and your head tips back just enough for him to mouth at your throat, and that’s enough for jaemin to know how down bad u are.

he fucks you deep and slow, all while whispering filth into your ear—stuff he never says in public. “pretty baby,” he murmurs, licking up your jaw. “look at you. stuffed full like this. my favorite hole. mine.”

sneaky!jaemin who's obsessed with how your body reacts to him.

the way you squirm when he hits too deep. the little gasps you make when he kisses your neck and fucks you slow like he’s got all night to ruin you. he knows exactly how to drag his cock along your walls, just barely brushing your prostate before pulling out again with a messy grind.

“mm, there,” he hums as he rocked into you. his cock wet and twitching from how tight you keep squeezing around him. “feel that? right there. that’s what you were begging for.”

“wasn’t begging,” you whisper, breath shaky.

“oh?” he snickers. “then what’s this?” his hand trails down to your stomach, palm pressing where his cock bulges against your stomach, grinning as you shiver beneath him. “you’re taking all of me like a good boy. always do. even when you pretend you don’t want it.”

sneaky!jaemin who thinks you look prettiest when you're fucked stupid.

your moans go high-pitched when he speeds up. his thrusts are sloppier, greedier, full of friction and heat. the bed creaks beneath you. your legs tremble around his waist. and jaemin just watches your face twist in pleasure like it’s his favorite movie.

“god, you’re so fucking cute when you cry,” he groans, fucking into you harder. “look at those tears—tch. all ‘cause of hyung’s cock, huh?”

“d-don’t say that,” you whimper, voice cracking as your cock leaks untouched between your bodies.

“why not?” he smirks. “gonna act shy now? when you’re this hard for me?”

he licks your tears. seriously. drags his tongue up the side of your cheek, catching a salty streak before spitting it back into your open mouth. That was enough to make your hips jerk as you clench hard around him.

sneaky!jaemin who loves making you feel like you're meant to be used.

“you were waiting for this all day, weren’t you?” he huffs, hips stuttering as he grinds deeper into you. “could’ve fucked you during the movie. right there in the living room, under the blanket. bet you would’ve kept still like a good little slut.”

his fingers wrap around your throat—gentle, but firm enough to make your head spin—and he forces your gaze to meet his. his hair’s messy, lips red from biting them too hard, his eyes blown wide and hungry.

“say you missed me,” he murmurs.

you swallow. “i missed you.”

“say you missed this cock.”

“i—i missed your cock, hyung—!”

he cuts you off with a kiss. all teeth and tongue and desperation. you barely feel his hand slipping between your legs until he’s jerking you off fast, messy, timed perfectly with his thrusts.

“come for me,” he pants, biting your shoulder. “come while hyung’s fucking you. make a mess, baby. wanna see it.”

you do. hard.

your entire body shudders, back arching as your cum spurts across your chest, whining high and helpless into his mouth. you’re still throbbing around him when jaemin finally snaps his hips forward one last time and spills inside you—deep, hot, breathless, choking on a moan as his cock jerks inside your overstimmed hole.

sneaky!jaemin who doesn't pull out. ever.

he stays pressed to you, both of you panting hard as he watches his cum slowly leak out of your hole. he doesn’t speak for a long time. just plays with the mess, dragging his fingers over your rim like he’s trying to push it back in.

then, softly—

“you love it when i fill you up, huh?”

you nod weakly.

shotaro

shotaro is obsessed with having you on his lap while giving him the ride of his life; the way you rock your body against his, take him as deep as you can as he kneads your ass are the things that could keep him hard for hours. there's nothing more perfect for taro than seeing your face and holding your waist while having him fully sheathed inside you.

sometimes, shotaro is just too caught up with the heat to take your clothes off before fucking you; he doesn't mind any of that, in fact, he's quite into the use of clothes, especially his neckties and belts, as some type of bondage just to assert his dominance.

eunseok

similar to shotaro, eunseok lives for the sight of you on top riding him. he easily gets weak on his knees y'know :((( you're just too pretty for him to even fuck you properly in a missionary, so as much as he could, he just lets you ride him for as long as you want.

eunseok is a romantic and there's not a time where he passed on an opportunity for a soft & gentle fuck sesh. physical touch is his love language after all, and the best way he displays it is by having his cock deep inside you as he makes your toes curl in pleasure <//3

sungchan

sungchan just wanted to stay at riize's dorm with his you, but he's had enough of you flirting so much with his members, so he decided to fuck you next to a thin wall so everyone could hear how much of a slut you are for him

it's not often for sungchan to get sexually frustrated easily considering the amount of head you give him on a daily basis, but every once in a while, he loves fucking you rough and harsh—it’s not everyday he gets to have his dick inside you, so if given a chance, he never misses to take the chance to wife his boyfriend up >.<

sungchan loves casually sending you his dick when he's horny, and he'd rather do that instead of telling you directly that he needs a head.

wonbin

if there's one thing wonbin is obsessed with, it's him having his hands all over your body while thrusting deep inside you. wonbin's schedule doesn't align much with yours, so he makes sure he takes his time making you feel good even in the bathtub whenever he gets the chance to touch you.

carrying you by your legs as he fucks you might be wonbin's favorite position, he just makes you submit easily with that y'know? he loves it when you can't do anything but to moan, kiss him and scratch his back down in pleasure while you helplessly watch him bulge your stomach with his cock

seunghan

after practices, seunghan just loves to blow some steam off by fucking you in his car, and you can't blame him <\3 the way he sees his cock sheath fully inside you just riles him up even more—it’s not that he likes to be rough and aggressive most of the time, he just can't resist himself from going feral after a long day :(((

seunghan loves receiving head from you and considers it a reward >< he loves the warmth of your mouth being wrapped around him, and it just makes him release more & more precum into your mouth. not to mention the way you gag on his cock as you deepthroat him turns him on so much that he just wants to fuck your mouth ‘til he's satisfied

sohee

one thing about sohee, he loves being rewarded for doing the best he can in every way possible, and that includes him riding your cock ‘til he tires himself out

being away from you for weeks pains sohee a lot than you could ever imagine <\3 he's always left with no choice but to play himself with the thought of you while he's away. he would send you lots of his videos bc he just misses u so much, so u better send something back, mkay?

anton

if anton has a kink, it'd be his size kink. he's just so big that he loves seeing you all stretched up taking his fat cock on all fours. it's definitely a sight-worth-seeing for him watching you struggle because of how small you are to take his cock.

anton loves fucking you with his clothes on, which may seem like a simple thing to others, but anton could get quite possessive of you and it's one of his many ways reminding you of who you belong to. though he's not all bad, he just wants you for himself, y'know? it's adorable how he'd even talk you through your orgasm while holding your hand just to make sure you're taken care of very well.

misc.

coming home from promotions after promotions, there's nothing more wonbin and sungchan wanted to do than take turns fucking their boyfriend all night long to relieve stress >< you're just so good & obedient for them that you're willing to stay up all night letting them use you to ease the pent-up sexual frustrations they had all month

seunghan loves your mouth as much as anton loves your ass so there's no better way than to indulge to it through a soft spitroast <3 seunghan is just addicted to having you moan and gag around his dick while tonnie fucks you from behind :(( they love getting you so cockdrunk that all you could is their cocks making you feel good :(((

best friend!anton who knows you have feelings for him and decided to get a girlfriend for himself just to mess with your head. he swears it's nothing romantic, and that he just wants to see you get jealous over someone else.

best friend!anton who gets mad jealous after finding out that you're in a relationship with someone in his friend group. he's known for being usually a chill laid-back type of guy but the moment the news broke out, he didn't hesitate to punch eunseok for taking what's supposed to be his.

best friend!anton who recklessly drags you to his car before roughly kissing you in the backseat. he never thought that his silly little plan would backfire at him, and to him, it's all your fault. you need to be put to your place for getting back at him.

he never hid his liking for your strawberry-flavored chapstick. one could argue that he has used more of your chapstick than you did, and he never imagined how good it would taste when he's tasting it on your lips.

best friend!anton who is a shameless manwhore. given everything that had happened, he takes his phone out before recording you both making out in his car. a documentation, at least according to him. he shows off how he makes your pretty lips bleed with the way he bites it; all swollen and needy for whatever he's about to give you, taking lots of pictures and clips of all the hickeys and bite marks he left before sending it to their group chat.

best friend!anton who has you bouncing on his lap, tearing up as you struggle to take his fat cock. god, he loves the way you cry for some dick. no ones supposed to make you cry like this but him, and as he was thinking that, he couldn't help himself but to clench his jaw and drag his cock deeper into your warmth.

you felt so full, on a high if you will, having his cock bulging your stomach with every thrust. it doesn't help you much that you could feel him drag every inch of his cock deeper and deeper. neither did having you wrapped so tightly around him helped anton—he feels so lightheaded with how tight and small you feel against him—he’s got you all stuffed up, soaked and quivering, riding him as he hits the softest spot inside you.

anton has always taken pride in his work, and your vulnerability under his control right now has only fed his already-big ego.

he's shameless on where he puts his kiss marks on; on your cheeks, neck, shoulders, anywhere he finds enticing, really. “i didn't say stop, did i? i said don't you fucking dare stop riding this fat cock. you're going to show & tell eunseok who fucks you this good.”

and before you could even give a proper response, a whimper escaped your lips as you felt anton’s harsh thrusts up into you repeatedly. he hit your prostate in many ways he could—your toes curled up as anton let everyone hear your moans.

“thaaat’s it, doll,” he groaned as he throws his head back in pleasure. “riding so good for me. go make a show, show how my pretty boy rides tonnie's cock.”

best friend!anton who likes to humiliate and make you feel small ♡. rumors has it that it's hard to deal with a mad anton due to how annoying he could be, but you think otherwise. you're very much willing to do everything to get his hands all over your body, even if it means to anger this mad man (which pretty much explains how poor eunseok was dragged into this mess)

"who told you to act like some kind of street whore, hm? i'm giving you just enough attention, aren't i? am i not enough for you to get a boyfriend? fuckass slut.”

best friend!anton who's temperamental. one moment he's splitting your hole open, the next he's making you his pillow prince (it counts, even if you're at the back of his car). he's just so obsessed with messing with your head even when he's fucking you—he wants you to be dependent on him, because you're his and his only ♡ kiss your forehead while his hands were wrapped around your neck? you got it. making you cry with his thick cock while cuddling you? you got it.

anton may seem like some kind of playboy, even a fuckboy, to other people, but he has never slept with anyone but you. his cum stained fleshlights and self clips were his testaments. he just loves you so much, ok? ♡

thinking hardly about jeno, your ex-boyfriend, who is still in love with you but is possessive of you, and he refuses to acknowledge it. he's toxic, controlling, manipulative, and gaslights you nonstop.

he just won't let you go out alone, and he controls your wardrobe and choice of clothes. he manipulates you into having sex with him when he gets jealous, reminding you that your body only belongs to him.

one day, you have an argument with jeno that left you both screaming at each other. you're tired of his toxicity, and it's making you confused about whether he loves you or not, but the fight only got nasty, and you end up slapping him. he slaps you back before grabbing you by the hair and forcefully making out with you.

he's going to have you crying on his cock, and you better take it seriously - whimpering, squealing, shaking, he's going to make you a fucking mess. and from that point on, you're moving in with him because he's never going to let you go again.

"you're such a fucking brat," jeno growls, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him. "do you know how many times i've had to hold myself back from tearing your clothes off in public? how many times i've had to listen to other guys talk about wanting to fuck you?"

you try to pull away, but jeno's grip is too strong. "let go of me!" you scream, struggling against him.

"not until you fucking apologize," he snarls, his lips brushing against yours. "not until you admit that you're mine and that nobody else is allowed to touch you."

"i'm not yours," you hiss, trying to push him away. "i belong to myself."

jeno's eyes darken, and he grabs your hair, pulling your head back. "you belong to me," he growls, his lips crashing down on yours. his tongue forces its way into your mouth, and you moan despite yourself, your cock growing hard in your pants.

"fuck," jeno mutters, feeling your erection. "you like this, don't you? you like being dominated like the filthy whore you are."

"no," you gasp, but jeno doesn't believe you. he pushes you onto the bed and rips your clothes off, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness.

"you're going to be mine," he whispers, his fingers playing with your cock. "nobody else is going to touch you, do you understand me?" you nod, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal. jeno's possessiveness is both frightening and intoxicating, and you can't resist him any longer.

he pushes his cock into you, and you cry out in pleasure and pain. jeno fucks you hard, his hands gripping your hips as he pounds into you relentlessly. you're whimpering and shaking, your cock pulsing in time with his thrusts.

"you're mine," jeno growls, his eyes locked onto yours. "you belong to me, and nobody else." you nod, unable to resist his possessiveness any longer. you're his, and you know it. from that point on, you're moving in with him, and you're never going to leave his side again.

jeno continues to pound into you relentlessly, his hips slamming against yours with a force that leaves you breathless. you wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto him for dear life as he takes you to new heights of pleasure.

"who do you belong to?" jeno growls, his grip on your hips tightening. "tell me, baby. tell me who owns this tight little hole."

"you do, daddy," you moan, feeling the heat building inside you. "i belong to you."

"that's it," jeno hisses, his pace quickening. "you're mine. my little slut. my dirty little secret."

you cry out as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. jeno grunts, his own release imminent as he continues to thrust into you with abandon.

finally, he slams into you one last time, filling you up with his hot cum. you scream his name, your own orgasm washing over you in a wave of ecstasy.

Maybe it’s because of the cloudy, lazy weather. Maybe it’s because you looked so dashing in the warm confines of his hoodie that was big for you. Maybe it’s because he looked so hot and irresistible with nothing but sweatpants on. Or maybe the tension is just too strong to beat, that all said clothes are now discarded on the floor as want and lust takes over. You couldn’t (or have no plans to) resist as your sugar daddy pins you under him and dances his tongue with yours in a heated kiss, which he plans to take further. Who would, if it was the sexy, dominant bachelor Qian Kun devouring you right now?

Just exactly how did everything lead to this? As far as you can recall, it will be your fourth year together with Qian Kun in a few days. Qian Kun, CEO of Wang Technologies, known for manufacturing the world’s finest and advanced aircrafts. His love for flying and skydiving has influenced the company, making the products untouchable ever since it was passed down to his dexterous, meticulous hands. It all started when you, a struggling second year nursing student bumped into him in the grocery. Perhaps you were both busy looking at the aisle of snacks when you bumped each other, his hot coffee spilling on you and ruining your laptop as a result. 

Stunning was an understatement when you first saw him. Unlike all men who just shrugged off and walked away when they inconvenienced you, Kun showed you his handsome, apologetic smile as he cleaned the mess himself and even paid for all your groceries. Before you parted ways, he gave you a contact card. Sketchy? Maybe. But still, you made an appointment with his office and prepared Ten’s phone number in case something happened to you. Little did you know, Kun was looking for a sugar baby. That day gained you unlimited access to his unlimited wealth... and the start of a new relationship. 

Unlike all of the men you’ve dated, Kun did not insist on sleeping with you immediately. In fact, your relationship was far from overly sexual. Cuddles and dates most of the time. Kun helping you with your studies in practical ways, such as lending you his veiny arms when you practiced your nursing subjects. Healthy home-cooked meals made by his health-conscious ass (but that didn’t stop you from buying bubble tea). Thanks to him, you left the cram dorm and moved in with him in his modern, luxurious condo. A few vacations every year in and out of the country. A lot of advice that saved you from consequences you’re more than grateful to have not experienced. He does not demand for sex. In fact, the both of you only get intimate when you consented to. 

“Love,” he deeply moans before kissing your neck. He licks and bites the spots that make your mind go haywire, unable to process anything but pleasure and the buildup of anticipation of him entering you and rearranging your guts. Kun, being his observant and very capable self, gives the slightest almost teasing, light touches over your torso before fondling your erect nipples, only making you croak out for more. You lift your torso up in an effort to have more of his touches; Kun obviously noticed that. He knows you want, rather, yearn for something else. 

At lightning speed, your shorts are thrown into the messy floor and you feel two long, slender fingers rubbing on your rim as if begging for intrusion, which you are always willing to give. Kun lifts one of your legs over his shoulder before adding another finger to penetrate your puckered hole. You could only grunt and curse as his fingers immediately rubbed and poked your prostate, never failing to make your toes curl and breath hitch in bliss. 

One thing about Kun, he loves seeing you crumble under him. Being the dominant he is, it is his absolute pleasure to see you go crazy under him. It uplifts his ego knowing only he is the one capable to make you feel sexual pleasure and meet all your expectations and needs. He loves seeing you melt with only his slightest touch, just like right now with you tugging on his gorgeous dark locks as he continuously rubs and jabs at your abused prostate while stretching your hole for his cock. Your eyes clenched shut, toes curled hard, your never ending mewls and whimpers, your dick leaking with massive amounts of precum are such a sight to behold. Kun is more than lucky to witness this sight every day and time he wants to. 

"Does that feel good, baby," Kun kisses your forehead as he whispers with his deep, gentle, caring voice, sending tingles of pleasure all over your body. "Good boy, you're taking my fingers so well~ who's my good boy?" Kun coos as he kisses your cheek and watches you with his oh-so-loving gaze. His hands never stop playing and fondling your nipples, making you unable to talk. He knows what he wants to hear from you. He wants you to whimper and moan under him, and he gets that easily. 

"D-Daddy," you managed to croak out. Kun notices and slows down, making your mind clearer as you speak to him. 

"I want you, daddy, please!" Small beads of tears trickle down your cheeks. "Fuck me, please, daddy," you clench and unclench around his fingers. 

Kun gazes at you sweetly before withdrawing his fingers from your hole, leaving you needy and clenching into nothingness. "How do you want me, baby," he leaves kisses all over your face as he pumps his hardening cock. 

"Anything, please, daddy!" You were practically begging to be fucked. "Just want you inside me," you choked as you looked at him needily. 

Kun doesn't like you begging, unless he feels like teasing you and wants to see you cry for his cock. But today is not one of those days. "Let daddy take care of you, love~" he whispers deeply into your ear before generously lubing your entrance, then his leaking cock, knowing how wet you both want your sessions to be. 

You spend your time kissing fervently as he gently enters you. He takes his time penetrating you, making sure to hit all the sweetest spots and crevices of your hole. He whispers the sweetest praises lovingly, just like he did when it was your first; he fucks you like it’s your first almost every time. The softness of his voice and actions just make you want to surrender yourself to him and give him your fullest trust. 

Kun swallows the whiny moans you let out as you pull him by his nape for a deeper kiss. You clamp your hole tight around Kun as a signal to move; observant daddy didn’t need to be told twice. He lodges himself slowly and gently inside you, making you feel different sweet sensations as he inches deeper and deeper. Kun dances his tongue with yours and kisses you deeper, gaining more access to explore the insides of your mouth. His hands never stopped playing with the pink, erect buds caused by all the increasing arousal. Your weeping dick is not ignored by Kun as he reaches out for it before giving it the sweetest of strokes.

Having Kun plunge his cock inside you is one pleasurable moment. And him jerking you off and toying with the most sensitive parts of your body is another, making you ignore the squelching sounds of his cock sliding inside you and how awfully hoarse your voice is as you moan out loud. He doesn't mind it. In fact, he loves seeing you vulnerable under him.

His warm breath hits your sin glistening with sweat as he releases the sexiest of grunts. Kun is one who loves playing with different rhythms and he knows the best ways to make you bring out the sweetest of moans. One minute he speeds up, not giving your abused prostate a break, then slows down right after. Not painfully slow, but the slow pace where you feel the entirety of his length and girth dragging along the walls of your hole, hitting all the perfect spots inside you. 

"Such a good fucking boy~ taking daddy's cock like the good boy you are," he moans, leaving sweet kisses all over your neck. The sweet praises were oh-so-sweet, that you don't notice Kun lacing your fingers together before pinning them above your head. Beads of sweat emerge from his temple and he lets out his hot breaths and his deep moans. 

Only a few thrusts made you lose control over your body, making you surrender to Kun. His touches and thrusts make you lightheaded and dizzy, sending electric pleasure all over your body. A few broken moans escape your lips as Kun begins to bury himself deeper, harder, with your stomach bulging from every powerful thrust. 

Without breaking rhythm, Kun shifts you both to your sides and never misses hitting your abused prostate. His thrusts are consistent before they get increasingly harder. Faster. Deeper. His lips find their way to the sweet spot on your neck before giving it the most sensual of licks. Kisses. Bites. 

"Fuck, babe~," Kun coos before licking and nibbling your earlobe. "You make me feel so good~ you're such a good fucking boy~," he moans out before holding you closer and thrusts unbelievably deeper in your spooning position. "I won't ever get tired of making love with you~ and I'll do this with you everyday if I could~," he croaks as his thrusts become inconsistent and sloppy, signaling the climax he holds back.

His loving words seem to have had a direct impact on you that you burst your release after he said those sweet words. Your climax had your toe curled, legs trembling, eyes clenched shut, hands gripping the sheets and a moaning mess while Kun continued lodging himself inside you. He grunts and curses out loud, releasing his cum inside your wet heat. 

His thrusts make you cry in overstimulation as he milks every single drop of your climax. He leaves kisses all over your face as he hugs your sobbing figure close to him before everything goes black. All you remember is Kun’s arms cradling you as he whispers the sweetest praises and loving affirmations. 

The empty spot next to you wakes you up. The sweet aroma of waffles and butter brings you to your senses followed by the fragrance of brewed coffee. Kun did not need to be called for as you see his shadow approaching your room. Clad in a fresh pair of Armani boxers is your sugar daddy holding a tray filled with newly cooked waffles and freshly brewed coffee. He looks at you with the most loving gaze that never fails to make your heart flutter as he closes the distance between you. 

The next few minutes is just you and Kun quietly enjoying breakfast and each other’s presence. You always want to feel his warm body next to yours. His warm smile. His loving eyes. His goofy, clumsy side. You wish to wake up and spend your life next to him. You live for him. You want to live forever to be with him, no matter what.

Kun breaks the silence when he hums and turns you around, making you straddle his lap. He gives the widest smile as he kisses each one of your hands and leaves peppery kisses all over your face. You only think it’s just Kun being his usual morning self and the next thing he does leaves you abashed with mixed emotions causing you internal turmoil.

His eyes almost disappear as he holds out a simple golden ring accentuated with a tiny, sparkly diamond. He cups your cheek as soon as he sees the first teardrop appear in the corner of your eye. There’s no way. There is no way he is actually proposing to you right now. Overwhelmed, you weakly fall toward him before crying all over his bare chest. He could not help himself either as he cried soon after, hugging you tight in his arms and planting kisses on your head. This is not real. As soon as the tears disappeared and the both of you calmed down, he pulled away before kissing your forehead.

“Y/N, my beautiful Y/N. I want to spend the rest of my life with nobody but you. I don’t want to wait any longer. I want to be your husband, your partner, your best friend forever. My love, let’s get married on our anniversary?” 

Suddenly, the world stops. Only one word came out of you that morning. One word that sent you both to tears. One word that brought the golden ring to your finger. One word that starts a new chapter of your lives. One word that made your whole day and led to love-making.

thinking hardly about jeno, your ex-boyfriend, who is still in love with you but is possessive of you, and he refuses to acknowledge it. he's toxic, controlling, manipulative, and gaslights you nonstop.

he just won't let you go out alone, and he controls your wardrobe and choice of clothes. he manipulates you into having sex with him when he gets jealous, reminding you that your body only belongs to him.

one day, you have an argument with jeno that left you both screaming at each other. you're tired of his toxicity, and it's making you confused about whether he loves you or not, but the fight only got nasty, and you end up slapping him. he slaps you back before grabbing you by the hair and forcefully making out with you.

he's going to have you crying on his cock, and you better take it seriously - whimpering, squealing, shaking, he's going to make you a fucking mess. and from that point on, you're moving in with him because he's never going to let you go again.

"you're such a fucking brat," jeno growls, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him. "do you know how many times i've had to hold myself back from tearing your clothes off in public? how many times i've had to listen to other guys talk about wanting to fuck you?"

you try to pull away, but jeno's grip is too strong. "let go of me!" you scream, struggling against him.

"not until you fucking apologize," he snarls, his lips brushing against yours. "not until you admit that you're mine and that nobody else is allowed to touch you."

"i'm not yours," you hiss, trying to push him away. "i belong to myself."

jeno's eyes darken, and he grabs your hair, pulling your head back. "you belong to me," he growls, his lips crashing down on yours. his tongue forces its way into your mouth, and you moan despite yourself, your cock growing hard in your pants.

"fuck," jeno mutters, feeling your erection. "you like this, don't you? you like being dominated like the filthy whore you are."

"no," you gasp, but jeno doesn't believe you. he pushes you onto the bed and rips your clothes off, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness.

"you're going to be mine," he whispers, his fingers playing with your cock. "nobody else is going to touch you, do you understand me?" you nod, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal. jeno's possessiveness is both frightening and intoxicating, and you can't resist him any longer.

he pushes his cock into you, and you cry out in pleasure and pain. jeno fucks you hard, his hands gripping your hips as he pounds into you relentlessly. you're whimpering and shaking, your cock pulsing in time with his thrusts.

"you're mine," jeno growls, his eyes locked onto yours. "you belong to me, and nobody else." you nod, unable to resist his possessiveness any longer. you're his, and you know it. from that point on, you're moving in with him, and you're never going to leave his side again.

jeno continues to pound into you relentlessly, his hips slamming against yours with a force that leaves you breathless. you wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto him for dear life as he takes you to new heights of pleasure.

"who do you belong to?" jeno growls, his grip on your hips tightening. "tell me, baby. tell me who owns this tight little hole."

"you do, daddy," you moan, feeling the heat building inside you. "i belong to you."

"that's it," jeno hisses, his pace quickening. "you're mine. my little slut. my dirty little secret."

you cry out as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. jeno grunts, his own release imminent as he continues to thrust into you with abandon.

finally, he slams into you one last time, filling you up with his hot cum. you scream his name, your own orgasm washing over you in a wave of ecstasy.