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[Rating: Mature/Explicit

Neo and Y/N's relationship turns intensely physical as their psychic bond deepens. Steamy encounters in Neo's quarters and mind-linking during intimacy create unprecedented connection, but new machine threats test whether their love can survive the ultimate challenge.

Features: Explicit sexual content, passionate love scenes, psychic bonding during intimacy, high-stakes action, mature themes.]

Part Two: Deeper Than Code

Chapter 7: Intimate Connections

The mission had gone flawlessly—too flawlessly. As Neo and Y/N materialized back on the *Nebuchadnezzar II*, the adrenaline from their successful infiltration of the Agent training facility still coursed through their veins. They'd retrieved crucial data about new Agent protocols, but more importantly, they'd worked together with a synchronicity that bordered on the supernatural.

"That mind-link technique of yours is getting stronger," Neo observed as he disconnected from the neural interface, his eyes immediately seeking yours across the operator's station.

"Practice makes perfect," you replied, but your voice was slightly breathless. The extended mental connection you'd maintained throughout the mission had left you both feeling... affected. There was something intoxicating about sharing consciousness so completely, about knowing someone else's thoughts and reactions as intimately as your own.

The rest of the crew had retired for the sleep cycle, leaving you and Neo alone in the ship's main corridor. The dim emergency lighting cast everything in soft shadows, making the space feel smaller, more intimate than usual.

"Y/N," Neo said quietly, stepping closer. The way he said your name—like a prayer, like a promise—made your breath catch.

"Yeah?"

"What we did in there... that wasn't just tactical, was it?"

You looked up at him, seeing your own desire reflected in his dark eyes. The mental link had revealed more than just strategic advantages—it had shown you the depth of Neo's feelings, the way his consciousness reached for yours even when the mission didn't require it.

"No," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "It wasn't."

Chapter 8: Breaking Barriers

The space between you seemed to disappear in an instant. Neo's hands found your waist, pulling you against him with a desperation that spoke of weeks of suppressed longing. When his lips met yours, it was nothing like the gentle, questioning kiss from the night before. This was hunger, need, the culmination of every stolen glance and accidental touch since Trinity's departure.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Neo murmured against your mouth, his hands tangling in your hair. "Even when we're not linked, I can feel you in my thoughts, under my skin..."

"Neo," you breathed, and the way his name sounded on your lips—needy, desperate—made something primal snap inside him.

He pressed you back against the corridor wall, his body pinning you there as his mouth trailed down your neck. You gasped at the sensation, your hands fisting in his black shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.

"Your quarters or mine?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

"Yours is closer," you managed, already tugging him down the corridor.

Chapter 9: Connection

Neo's quarters were spartanly furnished—a narrow bunk, a small desk, personal effects that spoke of a life lived on the edge of existence. But none of that mattered as the door slid shut behind you with a soft hiss, sealing you both inside.

The moment you were alone, truly alone, the last of your restraint crumbled. Neo's hands framed your face as he kissed you with a passion that made your knees weak, months of careful professional distance dissolving in an instant.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, pulling back to search your eyes. Even consumed with desire, he was still Neo—thoughtful, protective, putting your comfort before his own needs.

"I've never been more sure of anything," you replied, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw. "Have you?"

Instead of answering with words, Neo lifted you easily, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to his bunk. The narrow space meant you had to lie pressed close together, every inch of your bodies touching, every breath shared.

"I've wanted this for so long," he confessed, his hands skimming over your form with reverent touches. "Wanted you. Not The One's partner, not the tactical advantage—just you."

When your lips met again, it was with the knowledge that this was a point of no return. Whatever happened after tonight, you would both be changed, bound together by something deeper than shared missions or mutual attraction.

Your hands found the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal the lean muscles beneath—evidence of countless training sessions and real battles fought both in the Matrix and out. He was beautiful in the way that warriors were beautiful, marked by sacrifice and purpose.

"Your turn," he said softly, and helped you out of your own clothing with hands that trembled slightly—not from nervousness, but from the effort of moving slowly when every instinct screamed at him to claim you completely.

When skin met skin, you both gasped at the sensation. Every touch was electric, every kiss a revelation. Neo mapped your body with the same focused intensity he brought to understanding the Matrix code, learning what made you gasp, what made you arch against him, what made you whisper his name like a benediction.

"I want to link with you," you whispered against his ear, and Neo's breath hitched at the request. "Not like in the Matrix. Here. Real."

Without the neural interfaces, the mental connection was more difficult to achieve, requiring complete trust and openness. But as Neo moved above you, as your bodies joined in the most intimate way possible, you felt it happen—that same warm meeting of minds that had guided you through the Matrix, but intensified beyond anything you'd experienced before.

Through the link, you felt Neo's wonder, his love, his desperate need to protect you mixed with an equally desperate desire to surrender to you completely. And he felt your own emotions in return—the way you'd been falling for him slowly, then all at once, the fierce protectiveness that matched his own, the joy of finally, finally being able to touch him like this.

"I love you," he gasped as you moved together, the mental link amplifying every sensation, every emotion, until you couldn't tell where you ended and he began.

"I love you too," you replied, and meant it with every fiber of your being.

Chapter 10: Aftermath

Afterward, lying tangled together in the narrow bunk, Neo traced lazy patterns on your bare shoulder while you listened to his heartbeat gradually return to normal. The mental link had faded to a gentle hum in the background—not gone, but simply at rest.

"That was..." Neo began, then trailed off, clearly struggling for words.

"Incredible? Mind-blowing? Better than stopping bullets in mid-air?"

He laughed softly, the sound rumbling through his chest where your head rested. "All of the above. Though I have to say, the bullet thing is pretty satisfying too."

You tilted your head up to look at him, taking in his relaxed expression, the way his usually serious features had softened in the aftermath of passion. "No regrets?"

"About this? Never." His arms tightened around you. "About the complications it might cause... we'll figure those out as they come."

"Morpheus is going to know, isn't he? He seems to know everything."

"Probably. But Morpheus also understands that love makes us stronger, not weaker. He saw what Trinity and I had, how it pushed us both to be better."

You were quiet for a moment, then asked the question that had been nagging at you. "Do you think she knew? Trinity, I mean. Do you think she left because she could see this happening?"

Neo considered this seriously. "Maybe. Trinity always was perceptive about these things. If she did see it coming... maybe that made it easier for her to choose a different path."

"I don't want to be the reason she left."

"You're not." Neo's voice was firm, certain. "Trinity left because she needed something different than what this life could offer. What we have... it's separate from that. It's ours."

Chapter 11: New Challenges

The next morning brought an emergency briefing. Commander Locke's expression was grim as he addressed the assembled crew members.

"We've received intelligence that the machines are planning something big. Multiple ship disappearances near the outer perimeter, increased Agent activity in several key Matrix constructs. We need our best teams ready for reconnaissance missions."

Neo and Y/N exchanged a quick glance, both instantly professional despite the intimacy they'd shared mere hours before. If anything, their connection seemed to have strengthened their tactical partnership rather than compromising it.

"Skywalker and Phoenix teams will take point," Locke continued, using their operational callsigns. "This could be the big push we've been expecting."

After the briefing, as the teams dispersed to prepare, Morpheus approached Neo and Y/N with that knowing expression that suggested he was aware of exactly what had transpired between them.

"I trust your... partnership... remains effective?" he asked, his tone neutral but his eyes sharp with understanding.

"More effective than ever," you replied calmly, meeting his gaze without flinching.

"Good. Because what's coming will test all of us in ways we haven't experienced before. Personal attachments can be a source of strength... or a fatal weakness. The choice, as always, is yours to make."

Chapter 12: Testing Bonds

The mission briefing revealed the scope of the threat: the machines had developed a new type of program, something that could track and neutralize human consciousness within the Matrix with unprecedented efficiency. Three ships had already been lost attempting to gather intelligence on this new weapon.

"We need to get close enough to one of these new programs to analyze it," Neo explained as he reviewed the tactical data. "But the risk level is extreme. If something goes wrong..."

"We'll handle it," you said firmly. "Together."

The word carried extra weight now, loaded with the promise of what they'd shared, what they meant to each other beyond the mission parameters.

As they prepared to jack into the Matrix, Neo caught your hand briefly. "Whatever happens in there, remember—we're stronger together than apart."

"Always," you replied, and meant it.

The digital construct they entered was unlike anything they'd encountered before—a maze of shifting geometries and impossible angles that seemed designed to disorient and trap human consciousness. But with your mental link active, you moved through it like dancers following a choreography only you could hear.

"There," Neo said, spotting their target—a figure in the distance that radiated wrongness, as if the Matrix itself recoiled from its presence.

As you moved closer, the new program turned toward them, and you both felt the full weight of its attention—cold, calculating, utterly inhuman in a way that made even the Agents seem warm by comparison.

"It's scanning us," you reported, feeling the invasive probe of the program's analysis routines. "Neo, it's trying to separate our link, to isolate us—"

"Don't let it." Neo's mental voice was fierce, protective. "Hold onto me. Don't let go."

What followed was unlike any battle they'd fought before. The program attacked not with bullets or martial arts, but by trying to unweave the very fabric of their shared consciousness, to turn their greatest strength into a weapon against them.

But love, it turned out, was more resilient than code.

Chapter 13: Unbreakable

Together, you and Neo fought back against the program's assault, your combined will proving stronger than its attempts at separation. Where it tried to create doubt, you found certainty. Where it tried to instill fear, you found courage born of absolute trust.

"Now!" Neo called out, and you both acted in perfect synchronization, your combined power overwhelming the program's defenses and allowing you to extract the crucial data they needed.

As you disconnected from the Matrix, both breathing hard from the mental exertion, you realized something fundamental had changed. The bond between you wasn't just emotional anymore—it had become something deeper, more permanent. A connection that transcended the digital and the physical.

"Did you feel that?" you asked, your voice filled with wonder.

"Yeah." Neo's eyes met yours, wide with amazement. "I think... I think we just proved that some connections are stronger than any code."

Outside, the war against the machines continued. But inside the *Nebuchadnezzar II*, in the quiet moments between battles, Neo had found something worth fighting for beyond duty or destiny.

He'd found love that could withstand any assault, any separation, any challenge the digital world could throw at them.

And as you settled into his arms for what little rest they could steal before the next mission, both of you knew that whatever came next, you would face it as you faced everything now—together, unbreakable, bound by something stronger than fate itself.

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*End of Part Two*

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WARNINGS: Explicit school smut, legal age, name calling, dirty talk, praising + shaming, slight lesbian action, dubious consent, semi-public banging, very slight degradation.

SUMMARY: Na Jaemin seems to catch you in compromising situations one too many times for your liking and it got on your nerves. But third time's the charm they say.

PAIRING: Jaemin x f!reader

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You were getting a new habit, a habit of getting horny in school specifically. It was an intriguing fantasy you picked up few months after your 18th Birthday. You tried to subdue your thoughts reasoning it was just your erratic hormones or some shit, rationally. But to add fuel to the fire you came across a few intrusive hentais, the ones that had girls getting rammed in school and even some more nastier than that. You knew this was not the most safe fantasy, but it seemed tempting, a very sweet temptation just for that cause.

It was a fine sunny day, you laundered around the rooftop, sucking on your lollipop as a dessert after a hearty meal. It was then the first unfortunate encounter occurred, behind the old clutter pile- a location you were sure none would frequent after observing the place for a few days like a hawk and got down to business. That's how you ended up with Na Jaemin catching you in the broad daylight with your hands stuffed inside your panties, school uniform a mess. Face and hair lit golden with the rays blaring behind from you, his face came into your view. Your already short skirt riding up on your thighs, mouth slacked in a soundless moan and hair splayed across your chest messily along with the crumpled pristine white shirt was the sight he met.

"Wow, now that's a sight to savour" you heard a deep voice boom on your right, startling you out of pleasure. Neck cranking abruptly to identify the intruder, fingers dangling on your now clothed thigh, eyes wide as your heart picked up beat.

"Fucks sake" you cursed under your breath. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, blood flowing fast heating your face, the consequence of being caught in the deed. Rising from the cement seat with a slow and steady stride unlike your heart, your feet planted right before his, shoulders squaring confidently like nothing expired few moments ago and wiped your soiled fingers on his shirt, crumpling them.

Holding your annoyed gaze your leaned forward, bodies getting too close for comfort. Adjusting and shifting your uniform proper in front of him, your other hand combed through your hair and pushed past him, to show you were not intimidated nor shaken by him discovering you in a compromising position.

Huge hands shot out strongly to grab you before you could leave. He leaned in, whispering "Someone's being too adventurous, no?"

Totally startled by his rough handling, your legs froze in place. You turned around to see his face levelled to your ears previously, now your face grazed his cheeks, upping him.

"Try not to think about me at night" you coyly teased him as you let your nose graze along his cheeks, hands grabbing his belt to graze over his sides trying to intimidate him as you did before, before you pulled away. Breaking out of his hold you quickly spirited away as fast as your legs would take you.

Now, the reason you weren't grovelling at his feet not to tell anyone was, Na Jaemin-himself was the infamous school slut. Getting caught by him? You were positive he doesn't give two flying fucks. He must have had too many adventures to explore in and out of this school to even consider yours to be scandalous by his standards. Right?? Well according to the grapevine it seemed so. So you were good. That’s what you thought.

The Second encounter was when you were pretending to be reading a book in the secluded garden of the cafeteria, experiencing the calming sounds of the birds surrounded by peace as your vibrator drilled into you in a sensual pace. You had been teasing yourself from morning and all you wanted was to get off in peace, you sighed and relaxed at the pleasure building slowly. Then he had to show up wearing that jacket with his hands shoved deep into the pockets, a little hop in his heels. Your cunt tightened around the toy, thighs clenching in anticipation as your sensed a visitor. Too bad he locked eyes with you right as you came, your eyes fluttering rapidly only to close them as your chest heaved, eyes rolling to savour the high.

"What the-"

"Ah" your voice cracked, a small moan slipping past your throat, face crumpling softly unable to keep the feelings of pleasure down. Your thighs pulsed under the table as Jaemin just blinked. Your mind was muddled as you thought he wouldn’t hear you at that distance.

"Did you just-?"

"Fuck off Na Jaemin" your parched throat managed to croak out after a few seconds, your notebook now shielding your post orgasmic blissful face from him. Like he didn't see it seconds before.

“Wow, alright" expressed his bewilderment as he rerouted to leave you alone, footsteps scurrying as the sound faded soon.

The last straw was again on the rooftop and honestly you were getting a little too frustrated with how your adventures have been unfolding and you wanted to have it done and dusted properly. So you were getting frisky with Ryujin, her face buried between your thighs as her nails digged into your ass. She was the best at head, or so your heard through the dependable grapevine, so you asked her for a little help. It was going so well until the school whore rudely interrupted you.

Sometimes, just sometimes you thought you could have just asked Jaemin to rail you in school, to make a mess of your cute skirt as you moaned in pleasure, too fucked out as you drooled spit, brain deemed not capable to even think- just like all those girls you saw in the anime. You imagined it countless times to get off, to be whored by the hotshot of the school, you could have just asked for a favour with no strings attached. You knew he was more than capable, even a very fan-fucking-tastic ride would be guaranteed.  But you didn't.

The thing about Na Jaemin was that, he was such a fucking charmer.  Deadly Charming. He was too good, he even charmed the nasty rich princess of the school in weeks. Weeks. The obnoxious aura he gave off annoyed you to no end, he knew his stuff-let it be studies or sports but to add distaste he was extremely good looking. A tidy clean look but a badboy attitude, really good grades and top it off, such a charmer knowing what  strings to pull. He was the ultimate temptation. Your temptation. Tempting you to ruin his perfectly gelled hair and clean face with your juices. Ah the fantasies yes, they were countless.

"Horny much?" He asked before you could curse.

You ushered Ryujin to leave hushedly, muttering you'll talk later with her. The girl’s bag oscillated on her shoulders as she left, leaving you two alone. He was fast, as soon as the stair door closed, his body slammed into yours as he clutched your nape. His left hand prying your thighs apart. You inhaled his scent, chest rutting against him as he hoisted your hips on the cold wall, making you flinch.

"Get the fuck away" hands slammed against his chest in attempt to push him away. Too bad he had strong hands. Struggling against his body, you tried not to snap against the iron fence, it seemed delicate against your back, the fear of toppling over with it to the ground flashed your mind. You clutched his shirt unconsciously as the new fear creeped up.

"You wanted to get away from me?" Eyebrows raised motioning your hands in question. Fingers unclutched the fabric but rebounded as your head snapped back to look down through the fence holes, feeding the paranoid thoughts.

"Stay still and you'll be fine"

Your eyes gazed into his warm solid gaze. You tried relaxing by letting out a deep breath, fingers still crumpled in his pristine white shirt.

"We have a new addition to the league? I’ve been catching you a lot frequently don't you think?" His jaw tipped, eyes sparkling to tease you.

"I have class, leave me now" your hands pushed against his shoulders to no yield, you thumping on his chest only to have his hands tighten on your nape to angle your face to see him, his frame closing in on you.

"We have the same classes, don't lie to weasel out of the question. You seem to have picked a good service today? Ryujin?"

".......heard she gives good head" you mumbled looking around the building.

Jaemin looked intriguingly at you.

"Could have asked me instead of a junior, no? Want me to finish eating you out?" His knee rubbed against your slit, pressure increasing in circular motions as a perfect smirk marred his face. Your response fuelled his actions, now lips kissing below your ear, peppering with small light ones to coax you into desire.

"Jae-min please" You were whimpering.

"You looked so tempting the last time, you know. At the garden, yes? Fuck." his hips rutted against your stomach softly as his voice deepened at your whine, kisses getting wetter. You let out a soft moan. You hated his cocky attitude. So much.

"Do you know how fucking enticing you looked when you came? Was it a toy?"

You nodded shame taking over you.

"Such a fucking slut. Naughty. Naughty. Getting off in school, in the middle of the day?  Nothing but a Slut. Not just once but thrice?"

"I'm not a-" you hiccuped, doe eyes looking at his face with irritation.

He cupped you, your wetness sucking his palm instantly making you exhale in satisfaction.

"Then what is this?" Fingers rubbed against your entrance roughly, drawing out long strokes to circle his palm right on your cherry.

"Should have just asked me, y'know?" He repeated again.

Unable to resist your desire, you captured his lips softly as you hips rutted against his palm, a soft 'please' feel out of your mouth. Thick fingers slipping inside, sliding easy into the warmth, palm pushing you further against the fence to ram into you with each plunge. Hands clutched his shoulders tightly, his lips kissing under your exposed throat. Your finger tugged his hair, making him look up at you. Your mouth met his lips in a fever, yearning to taste his heat as tongues coaxed each other.

"F-Fuck"

"Close?"

You nodded, eyes zoning out as your head pressed against the fence. Barely recognising him tear the small cover tugging with his teeth, fishing out the condom. Zip tugged down in haste he rolled it down his length. Whining at the loss of contact, your eyes look in his length.

“Oh” your initial state of shock let out the one syllabled word.

'Damn no, that ain't going inside' you alarmed. But the dirty side of you recollected the images you saw on the censored site flashed one by one. The girls being made to bend as the dude's thick dick seemed to pound away to heaven, nasty juices marring each other. Your tongue salivated, you knew your pussy would be stretched out, the mere thought of accommodating his dick was palpitating to you, your cunt. Wetness seeped down to the cold wall, even more as you visualised him pounding you mindless.

"So fucking wet" he spit into his fingers to rub it all over the clit, dipping down to collect your slick. Fingers pushed into his lips to taste you, humming as he licked the sweetness. Your hips bucked, eyes clouded in pleasure.

"I know my dick looks impressionable but you’ve done this before right?" his impeccable eyebrow lifted high.

"Y-Yeah"

But your response only seemed to make look at your direction skeptically.

"How many?" He had a weird expression on.

"Why does that matter Jaemin"

"Just answer"

"I swear to fucking God I don't have to tell you-"

"Well I'm trying to make this better for both of us here"

"Er...Three...Five..i don't know" embarrassed at the way he kept pushing you right now. You could just kick that jerk’s ass off if he wasn't about to fuck you. Asking about experience? Was he going to flex his shining ‘I fuck more and better' medals before you now or what?

He stepped away from you, removing any contact and the pleasurable high leaving you but the worst was the thought that you had immediately after that as you blinked at him. He's not gonna leave you like that right?

“I’ve done it around twice or thrice and the rest was all oral, half way or something so I don't remember exactly alright”

“Hmm” he murmured. He closed in and you barely registered him pushing the condom down his length, rosy tip now rubbing back and forth against your slit, your breath choked in puffs of air.

"Done it thrice max and you walking around the school getting orgasms as you walk. It's always the inexperienced little horny sluts strutting around like they know shit, no?"

His tip pushed into your warm cunt, slowly opening you apart as you felt him barely enter you. Your chest heaved as he teased you just with the tip rocking back and forth, crying out his name to make him stop teasing, neck thrown back.

"Think you can take me, hmm?" He didn't even give time as he plunged straight to bottom out in you, balls slapping on the inside of the ass.

"A-Ahh-hng" His hot dick plummeted into your womb, juices squirting excessively to accommodate his huge size. His grip tightened on your nape, holding you from falling off and on your hips to hold your down.

"Too tight" he thrusted slowly, groaning at how soft were. Sucking him into your wet pussy like a vice  even as he slid out. You unbuttoned his shirt, pushing past his muscly forearms, the visual aiding your pleasure as your pussy throbbed with his rough thrusts.

He lifted you down to the ground, turning around as he thrusted back into you. Your ass against his thighs, sac bouncing into the cervix of your ass with each deep push. Kisses lingered on your neck, occasional nips synced as he twirled his fingers between your nips harshly. Chests heaving against each other, skin getting icky not with just the hot sun you both gripped on each other as pleasure built with each second.

"Grab the wall" he commanded, voice stained. You knew he was close, so you wiggled your ass against him, jutting your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Just like that, yes, fuck just like that" he smacked your fleshy ass smothering it down to travel down to your mound, fingers pushing against the clit to push you on the edge.

"F-Fuck...inside, come inside please" you whined in your hazy high, dick hitting your delicious stop over and over. It was too fast, mind not comprehending with how good he gave you.

You heard him say a deep fuck before he pounded you to your orgasm. Withering against his dick to milk him into you, muttering 'please please' over and over again. You felt him empty into the condom, the hot liquid stretching inside you. Minutes passed as you both rested and stayed there.

"You're still hard" you observed unsettlingly as he pulled out, the condom tugging out of you with a huge pop making you moan.

"Lift your ass and wiggle it"

Taken aback but reluctantly turned away to comply exactly as he told, pushing your hips awkwardly to move your ass- no, twerk. His hands guiding you to control your movements, you wiggled around making the flesh jiggle with each movement made. His hands wrapped around the base of his length, pumping rhythmically with your ass to squeeze the tip sloppily. His balls tightened as your swollen clit gaped into view, hot sac unleashing the white ropes onto your ass. He jerked forward in his fist sharply to paint your pussy in the last of his remnants.

You didn't even notice him taking out his phone to click a pic of your ass out vulgarly, cunt soiled by his cum as it gaped by being used open, moments before.

Both dressed and descended down the stairs as he flashed you your picture. Mortified you snatched the device off his hands.

"Delete that and I won't be fucking you again"

"W-what-" you were taken aback.

Hands cupped your ass to squeeze it softly, his lips kissing your collarbones so softly as your body went limp against him. His phone was back in his grasp again, you now annoyed as you fell for that seducing motherfucker. Well he did momentarily distract you and your sex crazed mind wasn't alert right now.

"Ciao aaaannnddd I'll definitely think of you at night" he whispered in your ears as he pressed a kiss to your lips, leaving you stunned. You didn't know what you were getting into then.

You thought you were done with him when you fucked last time, but it seemed not so. He dragged you up to a secluded classroom next time, bombarding your break abruptly as he pushed you onto one of the hard benches. Spreading those thighs apart as eyes intensely stared at your core.

"Jaemin what is this?"

"I'm so seriously fucking stressed, so I’m gonna eating you out"

"What happened?" Skirt pushed up exposing the lacy panties, you asked like you didn’t enjoy him saying he was gonna devour your pussy.

"Hmmm, your smell good" he hummed centimetres away from your heat. You dripped more at his compliment, the sensations he made you feel last time coming back. Panty discarded his hands digged into your soft flesh of your thighs, huge tongue swiping wet streaks mingling with your own wetness.

You clutched his shoulders once again for grounding but his arms pushed you back, flat on your back as your legs draped over him. He sucked and slurped on your clit, fingers teasing you open.

"You're acting like you're sex depraved or something" you breathlessly commented.

He glared up at you, mouth enclosing your slit to sharply suck on it while he maintained eye contact. Tongue danced on your clit teasing harshly to suck with power. You hips elevated as he sucked, toes curling as your center pulsed.

His longer middle finger slid into you to chase your orgasm, tongue and finger fucking to draw the orgasm out.

"Jaemin, J-Jae-Jaem- ohhh fuuu-" hips rutted against his face aggressively, hands clutching his head pushing him into your cunt.

"Dirty, dirty slut" Dipping his tongue in and out of your hole, you creamed as you came. Hips jumped threatening to smash into his face as your intense orgasmic high pulsed through your body.

Hair sticking all around your neck, the shirt stuck to your back like you just ran a fucking marathon. His cum painted face gleamed in satisfaction, a wide smile painting his face unlike the one when he dragged you into the classroom here moments before.

You thought you went crazy as your brain told Jaemin did look cute with your cum painted over his face and hair all crumpled and soft .

Few days after that, you received a weird message from him and one fine morning- a very early morning you could say, you sat on the bench at the secluded back area of the school.

A smirk marred his face as usual when he stood in front of you, scanning your body shamelessly up and down. A low whistle from his lips directed at you, an appreciating gesture that you found yourself wetting over everytime he did it.

You rose and he greeted you in a hug, nose grazed your neck as he smooched it wet.

“It’s like eight o'clock in the morning” you sighed. A smack jerked you up against his shoulders.

“We both know you wouldn't have showed up if you didn't want to while I asked the day before yesterday. Hmm is you skirt shorter today?”

“What you gonna do? Punish me?” you immediately regretted expressing your ungated thoughts aloud. His eyes darkened and he commenced forward like he was about to hunt his prey. Pushing you to sit on the slab he forced your thighs apart. He didn't fail to intimidate you, you crudely opening your legs and him towering over you made you feel smaller but somehow your pussy pulsed alive. Maybe you are turning insatiable.

His belt cluttered down the hard cement, zipper opening at the blink of an eye. His length sprung proud, the red tip making you salivate in wishes of sucking him. Your panties twisted to the side, his hips rolled forward, slamming inside you abruptly as his girth tested you.

"A-ah too big" you pained.

"You'll get used to it when you're my slut" kiss softer on your neck contrasting his actions.

"I'm not your slut" you tried pathetically. His pace picked up, hands grabbing your jaw to face him as other twirled your nipples harshly. You leaked juice, making his length slip easier but also sloppier.

"You like that?" A taunting in his voice. "Fuck you're getting wetter baby" his hips picked up pace, your hands gripped edge of cement bench. You were thankful the surface was smooth as your hips rolled back to meet his dick deep inside you. His tip hit your womb, making your eyes will back in pleasure.

"Then tell me, how does getting fucked by the school whore feel like? Acceptable for your highnesses naughty adventures? Hmm? " His hands never stopped abusing your poor nipples- tugging, tweaking and pinching it around.

"Jae-min"

"Yes baby"

"F-faster please"

Thighs spread wider as your back arched, body getting filled with pleasure under his expert hands, you tried to grab his hands to stimulate on your clit.

"Fuck-k it feels so good"

He spit in his fingers as he rubbed your bud, you were sure if someone were nearby, they could have heard your lusty moans that were increasing in sound. His hands shoved into your mouth, tongue dripping with saliva, you sucked on him as you heaved from the approaching orgasm.

"Come over me, just like the slut you are. Come all over my dick, yeah" he coaxed softly, his voice sending you over the edge.

"I-inside, please" you begged again, mind muddled with lust repeating it over and over, just like the slut he made you feel like, the thrill of experiencing and fulfilling your fantasies making you a total whore for his dick.

“Inside?” his breathless voice tipped in amusement.

“Y-yes”

“Fuck you are really a dirty whore. Telling me to come inside you and fill you up? You like that?”

You only whined in response to his dirty talk.

“Whose slut are you baby?”

“The school slut’s slut” your snarky remark passed before you could stop. Honestly, that sentence was a turn on for you but not for Jae-min.

"Whose. Slut. Are. You" his huge hands grabbed your jaw, locking your gazes.

"Ah-yours, Jaemin" you retaliated but the damage was done it seemed.

“You know what, never mind” he said as he pulled out of you. He jacked off on your as he glared down as you, making crude faces as he pleasured himself in front of your spread pussy. Cum leaked all over your skirt, shooting up messily.

“You bought what I asked?”

“ Yeah” you were confused, being left hanging middle from the banging session. Your hands gripped your bag on the right to fumble around for a few seconds. Taking out the item,  you handed it over to him. He took out his phone and captured a picture of you again as your wide eyes looked up at him, taken aback.

He spit on the toy spreading around its length, teasing the tip on your pussy. The throttled the length in and out of you few times slicking it with your juices. He pulled up your panties as he spoke.

“We have Chem first? Let’s see you be a good girl and stay quiet. Okay?”

“Jaemin stop fucking aroun-“

“My new sweet little slut needs better training. Do you think you even qualify to be the school slut’s slut? Hm?” he gripped you jaw tilting it to side.

Fuck, you hated him.

Tucking his shirt up and buttoning them into place, he smoothed down the fabric once again looking neat as before. Hand waving as he exited to the bathroom with his phone clutched in cleaner hand, eyes looking down at it. You felt the lengthy toy between your folds vibrate to life.

It's going to be a long long day.

Pairing: softdom!hyuck x sub!femreader

Warnings: period sex, blood, buldgekink, daddykink, dumbification, choking, creampie, and dirty talk

Word count: 4.6k

"Stop whining y/n," Donghyuck said while sitting in his gaming chair while playing Overwatch, you just got your period and you were in pain. Donghyuck wasn't irritated, but he couldn't figure out what you wanted; he tried to console you by asking if you wanted to eat or cuddle, but you kept pushing him away.

Donghyuck groans and shuts off his computer, lying next to you, there was no response. Which was unusual because Donghyuck would normally finish the game, but as your adoring boyfriend, he understands your condition.

He softly draws you in for a hug as he kisses your temples and goes for your abdomen to rub it.

You said earnestly, "I want to get laid, Hyuck." Donghyuck was deafeningly quiet and grinned softly.

"But we can't fuck because I'm on my period," you added.

"Who said we couldn't?" Donghyuck caressed your face with delicate kisses, his eyes gleaming with lust.

"But hyuc—”

"Please let Daddy take care of you," Donghyuck says as he smashes his lips against yours. You were contemplating whether or not to let him because it would be your first period sex with him.

"It's gross, you won't like it, ple-" you were cut off once more as Donghyuck bit your lips, causing you to whimper. He said, "I don't want to hear you talk, and I don't want to see you suffer, so please let me."

You nodded, and he removed your hoodie and began to remove his black shirt. Donghyuck was doing all the work because he didn't want you to get tired. He took his middle and ring finger and teasing your swollen clothed clit.

You were ashamed, and you couldn't help but worry whether Donghyuck was determined to fuck you while you were on your period, but the action speaks for itself.

Donghyuck eventually removed the panties, The strong aroma penetrated Donghyuck's nosethrills, which made his cock harden. he liked being dirty, he felt filthy. He murmured, "Filthy whore."

You covered your face behind the pillow, and Donghyuck yanked it away from your face, saying, "Look at me," as he licked his fingers and rubbed your wet, sensitive clit.

Donghyuck chuckles darkly, "You're so wet Baby, I never imagined you'd be hornier while you're on your period," you felt hot, nearly feverish from the sight and situation you got yourself into.

You never knew that it would felt good.

You press yourself against Donghyuck's hands, signaling him to fuck you with his two fingers. You pant furiously as Donghyuck begins to finger you deeply, hitting the spots, and he gently rubs your clit while finger fucking you.

"D-Daddy, D-daddy! I-it feels good!" you gasped, your body shaking with the sensation.

"You take my fingers well, baby, you're such a filthy slut for me, can you even handle my cock?" Donghyuck was turned on by your fucked-up appearance.

There was nothing but silence

"Too dumb to speak?" Donghyuck asked, stroking his clothed member as he removed his boxers, revealing the sight of a red hardened head as the pre-cum dripped on his slit.

You had your first orgasm, you were unresponsive and weary, Hyuck slowly rubs his slit on your wet clit, he pushes your right legs to get a better position and puts it on his shoulders. You looked at him, "ready baby?" he asks.

"Yes, Daddy," you replied as Donghyuck pressed his cock into your abdomen, forming a bulge and filled you up.

"F...fuck," he groans, thrusting deeply and slowly, "a-ah ngh p-please choke me..please," you plea. He complies, choking you and fucking you with deep thrusts.

He takes an angle and slams into your weak spots. Donghyuck brushed away your tears and buried his face in your neck, prompting your legs to bend even more. The air smelt like sex, and the room was filled with filthy moans and skin slapping.

He could feel himself coming and rubbed your sensitive clit as you rode your orgasm together. You could feel Donghyuck's cum shooting through your cunt as you panted breathlessly.

"Holy fuck," he said, his cheeks reddened as he watched blood and cum flowing out from your pussy.

Donghyuck carried you to the bathroom in a bridal way.

"You alright, Baby?" He asked.

"I was just wondering whether you're disgusted by what we did," you asked, as he giggled at your puzzled expression while he was preparing the bath tub to bathe you.

"Stop talking nonsense, baby, if it's disgusting, I wouldn't fuck you that good; to be honest, that was the best sex I've ever had," he says as he kisses your temples.

"I'll cook for you after this, hmm?" he continued, adding, "I'll also change the bedding because we created a real mess."

Donghyuck was too good for you, and you probably don't deserve him.

"I love you, Hyuckie,"