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“Wow! Sexy!”
Jeno looks up from his cup of coffee and yelps in surprise. Standing in front of him is Jaemin, or rather, someone who otherwise could be Jaemin, except for the giant breasts sitting plump and ripe and perky right smack-dab where his usually flat chest should be.
There’s a full beat of silence, and then the dorm erupts into chaos. Something shatters on the other side of the room, like glass dropping to the floor. Renjun screams. There’s clear movement, too, and if Jeno was able to rip his eyes from the spectacle before him, he would have seen all 200 centimeters of Sungchan leaping into the air. Someone needs to speak up, though, and Jeno rises to the challenge.
“What the fuck?”
“I said the same thing! Isn’t this so cool?” Jaemin punctates his words by jiggling his breasts back and forth in a shimmying motion, which makes Jeno’s cheeks heat up and his stomach clench oddly pleasantly.
“And you’ll never guess the best part! My tits aren’t the only thing that’s changed!” Slowly, Jaemin grasps at the waistband of his sweats and pulls down a little, revealing the tiniest sliver of coarse, black pubic hair. He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and it’s then that Jeno hones in on how Jaemin’s sweats lie totally flat over his crotch, not a bulge in sight.
“Nice,” Jisung mutters from across the room.
“Can I touch them?” Shotaro asks, jumping to his feet.
“Yeah, man, of course. They feel so life-like! Try it out for yourself!”
As Shotaro strides across the room and begins fondling at Jaemin’s ample chest, Renjun stands and walks toward the door. “You guys are a bunch of freaks! What is going on here? Jaemin-ah, aren’t you worried? We have a schedule tomorrow. What if someone else sees you like this?”
For a minute, Jaemin says nothing. Jeno watches in fascination as Shotaro cups both of Jaemin’s breasts. They’re really not small: the skin slopes outward from Jaemin’s chest and forms into puffy, brown areolas with pert little nipples in the center, currently standing erect, either from the cold or Shotaro’s touches. They should maybe look ridiculous: certifiable Double D’s, stark against Jaemin’s slender frame. But really, Jeno thinks, feeling his neurons fire on overdrive, they look… nice. And heavy. Like maybe Jaemin could use a hand with them. Not specifically Jeno’s strong hands with the nimble, slender fingers, but someone’s.
Jaemin looks up, over Shotaro’s head, and grins. His thin lips spread over large, pearly-white teeth as he smiles, which makes him look somewhat demonic. The Na Jaemin Special. Once he’s looked into Jeno’s eyes for so long that it becomes unsettling, Jaemin finally turns back to Renjun. “I’ll do some research and see if I can figure out how to change back,” he says with a shrug. His breasts wiggle in a way that makes something swoop low in Jeno’s stomach. “But if I’m not not changed back by tomorrow, then whoops. Guess the stylists are gonna have to redesign my clothes or something.”
Renjun throws his hands in the air exasperatedly. “Ew, ok, I’m leaving. I’ve had enough of this. Who’s coming with?” He looks pointedly at Sungchan, who usually is one of the more reasonable members of the Dream dorm. Sungchan, however, glances at the floor and mumbles some weak excuse about how he wants to make sure Jaemin is ok, even though the tent in his jeans is hard to miss.
When Renjun turns his attention to Jisung, Jisung shakes his head. “Sorry hyung, it’s my turn to touch Jaemin-hyungs boobs next.”
Last, Renjun looks at Jeno. His expression is forlorn. Pleading, almost. Jeno debates leaving with him, but now Jaemin is legitimately giggling and asking if Shotaro wants to try putting one in his mouth, and maybe morbid curiosity gets the better of Jeno. “I’ll--uh. I’ll stay here to, uh, supervise,” Jeno musters, trying his best to sound convincing and not just, well, horny.
“Ok you pervs, fine, I’m going to the 127 dorm. I’m sure Mark and Donghyuck will agree you’re all being fucking weird.”
Jisung laughs, then, and Renjun shoots him an annoyed look. “Actually,” Jisung says sheepishly, between fits of laughter, “Donghyuck just texted me that he and Mark are on their way over to check out Jaemin’s, uh, new hardwear.”
“Fine, ok, bye!” Rejun says, as he wrenches open the door to leave. “Have fun with your--,” he gesticulates wildly, “--whatever this is,” then slams the door behind himself.
~~~
After giving both Sungchan and Jisung ample time to fondle him, Jaemin retreats to his room. “As fun as this is, I’m going to do some digging online to see if I can find a way to change back before tomorrow. Not sure I’m quite ready to give Lee Sooman-nim a heart attack when he finds out the fans commenting on wanting to fuck me pregnant might have made a few points. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my room.”
Despite the disruption to his morning and the strange, insistent itch in the back of Jeno’s brain, reminding him about how funny Jaemin’s current, uh, state made him feel, he carries on his day mostly the same as he always does. After breakfast, Jeno heads over to the gym for a couple hours. He grabs a late lunch with Donghae, then returns back to the dorm in the evening to relax and maybe wind down with some video games. The antics of the morning are mostly forgotten. That is, until Jeno swings open the door to the dorm room he shares with Jaemin.
“Ohmygod!” Jeno screams, the moment he walks into the room. In front of him is Jaemin, sprawled out on his back in bed, totally naked, and with what looks like four fingers shoved so deep inside of his pussy that all Jeno can see are his knuckles. That is, in the split second before Jeno throws an arm over his eyes and looks away, horrified.
“Oh hey, you’re home early,” Jaemin says, voice completely casual, like this is a totally normal thing to be doing in the middle of the day, with the door unlocked, in the bedroom you share with your coworker.
Even though Jeno’s eyes are shielded by his arm, he can clearly hear the loud, rhythmic squelching sounds of Jaemin working his fingers in and out of his pussy. It shoots a spark through Jeno, despite his knee-jerk reaction to leave the room in abject horror.
“Jeno, you’ll never believe how fucking sexy it is, having a pussy,” Jaemin says, although it comes out more like some breathy whine, and Jeno feels that same weird twinge deep in his gut. “Wow! I didn’t realize coming could feel this good!”
“Wait–what?” Jeno reflexively opens his eyes and throws his hands into the air, then realizes his mistake the second he makes eye contact with Jaemin. “You’ve been in here… coming?”
“Oh, yeah, a fuckton. I lost count at around eight. Jeno, dude, I must be, like, really bad at sex! I had no idea girls could come this much! Seriously, wow, the refractory period on these bad boys is insane.” With his free hand, Jaemin pats at his crotch, like some salesman trying to sell Jeno on all the neat features of his brand-spanking-new hardware.
“Please stop talking about coming in our bedroom.”
Despite the trainwreck unfolding in front of him, Jeno can’t seem to rip his eyes away. It’s like now that he’s cracked open some horny Pandora’s box, he can’t unsee the horrors spilling from it. Jaemin just keeps working his fingers in and out of his obscenely-stretched pussy, and Jeno watches with morbid fascination at how Jaemin crooks them forward, stroking at some spot that seems to make his toes curl and his mouth form into some wide, sagging “Oh,” shape. Jaemin just keeps stroking and looking at Jeno and drooling out the corner of his open mouth and somehow Jeno can’t tear his eyes away.
Soon, Jaemin’s body shows the telltale signs of his approaching orgasm. His legs begin to shake and his hand starts working even more frantically. His nipples look hard and plump, and his usually thin lips appear rosy and full and bitable. Finally, Jaemin lets out a quiet, breathy, “Fuckkk,” and his eyes scrunch shut. His ab muscles tense and the arm inside of him finally starts to slow. There’s still a slick, squishy sound filling the room, though, and it’s then that Jeno notices the wet patch darkening Jaemin’s pale blue sheets. Jeno feels both horrified and a little breathless, like he had been the one working his fingers in and out of Jaemin, reaching those places deep inside that pulled those pretty little whines from his mouth and got him so wet he soaked onto his sheets. He hates that despite how weird this whole situation is, he’s definitely at least half-mast in his joggers.
Finally, Jaemin withdraws his fingers from inside of himself with a loud squelch. He brings his hand up to his face and inspects it. Jeno’s eyes follow, and he can make out the creamy-clear, slightly thick fluid coating the long lines of Jaemin’s fingers. Jaemin studies his hand in fascination, and Jeno’s dick twitches as he imagines Jaemin licking his own come off of his hand, sucking each finger into his mouth one by one, swirling his tongue around them to clean them off.
Jaemin, however, simply blinks again. “Wow!” he says, then wipes his hand on the sheet beside him. Jeno notices the crusty, whitish spot right next to where Jaemin wiped his hand, then promptly files away that information to hopefully never process again.
“Damn, it didn’t work,” Jaemin says forlornly.
“What didn’t work?”
Jaemin sits up, which scoots his ass up the bed and leaves a slimy trail behind him. Distantly, alarm bells sound in Jeno’s head. Jaemin is still so fucking naked. Shamelessly so. His massive tits are still just hanging there on his chest and the brown, puffy lips of his pussy, visible through the small patch of black pubic hair on his crotch, is still soaking wet and turned toward Jeno. Jeno is close enough that if he squinted, he could make out Jaemin’s clit, swollen and dark pink where it peeks out from beneath its hood. Of course, though, Jeno isn’t looking at how throbbing and wet and suckable Jaemin’s clit is. He’s a gentleman, after all. A gentleman who also just happens to have a hard-on for his best friend’s surprise-pussy.
“So. I was doing some research earlier on how I could change back. At first I was like, what are some quintessentially vaginal things? Looking at Moonbyul? Tried that, and it did nothing except get me a little wet. Then I thought, ok, getting a UTI? A little harder, but don’t get me wrong, we could still try. Then I got the idea that maybe I need to do, like, sexy stuff to change back. So naturally, I browsed basically every major porn category and got some ideas of things to try. Did you know you can come from anal stimulation alone?”
Jeno feels like his brain cells are melting out his ears, but in the strangest, most horndog way possible. “I—well.”
Jaemin interrupts, “Actually, don’t answer that. What I’m getting at is: I came a lot. Like. A looootttttt. Then I got tired and was going to eat a snack, but then I looked at Moonbyul some more, so, you know, naturally I had to come again.”
“Woooow.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself, Jeno. Anyway, what I realized is that the only thing I hadn’t done yet was squirting.”
Jeno stares dumbfoundedly at Jaemin. “Are you—? You’re being serious?”
“Of course, why would I joke about something like this?” Jeno can think of plenty of reasons. This whole body-swap ordeal already feels like one strange, convoluted joke. But he holds his tongue. Jaemin continues, “I think squirting is the secret to changing back.”
Jeno stares at Jaemin, who holds his gaze unblinkingly for a frankly alarming amount of time. Finally, Jeno loses his nerve and averts his eyes. “You’re kidding me," Jeno says to the floor.
“No, I’m not. I’ve been trying for—,” Jaemin counts on his fingers, “two hours. And even though I keep feeling like I’m getting close, every time I come, nothing happens. At this point, even orgasming is starting to get boring. I think the problem is the angle. Internet research tells me I need to stimulate this fleshy bit called the g-spot, but like, I just don’t think I can quite hit it with my own fingers. Actually, it’s great that you’re here. Would you be able to give me a hand so I can change back?”
Jeno shakes his head and blinks rapidly, like he’s been in some stupor and is just now waking up. “Wait—what?”
“Lee Jeno. Remember that time I overheard you whining Mark’s name when you were jerking off? Remember how I only told Jisung and Chenle about it? Well, and Renjun. And Donghyuck, but I waited a day because I was mad at him. Ok, fine, I told Mark too, but he mostly thought it was funny, so it ended up being ok. Anyway, what I’m getting at is that you owe me a favor, and so I’m asking you, so kindly, would you please fingerfuck me until I squirt?”
Jeno gulps. His head spins dizzyingly as he processes Jaemin’s words. “Hm,” he says, tongue-tied. His first instinct is to laugh in Jaemin’s face and tell him that he will absolutely, positively not be shoving his fingers inside of his coworker-slash-roommate’s new hole. However, the longer Jeno stares at Jaemin, the more he starts to indulge the idea.
Right now, Jaemin is making his eyes all wide and dewy, and he’s sticking his lips out in a little pout, clearly intended to make Jeno more sympathetic to him. Worse still, Jaemin has taken it upon himself to hold both breasts in his hands. He appears to be pinching his nipples and then massaging them between the tips of his fingers. Jeno’s weak mind starts plaguing him with thoughts of touching Jaemin like that, too. He loves it when people are a little rough with his nipples, and the way Jaemin seems to dig the crescents of his nails into his own tits seems to suggest that maybe he likes some pain, too. Another rush of blood shoots straight to Jeno’s cock, and he has to bite his lip to suppress a moan.
“Jeno-yah, stop thinking so hard. I’m literally just asking you to stick your big, bony fingers inside my tight little pussy. It doesn’t have to be a big deal. Think of it as just helping a bro out. Besides,” Jaemin glances down at Jeno’s crotch and cocks an eyebrow, “by the look of things, you maybe want this a little bit too.”
Jeno feels caught in limbo as he weighs his options. On one hand, fingering Jaemin could probably make things really awkward between them. But also, Jaemin is already naked and has already come once in front of Jeno. Would it really be all that much different if it was Jeno’s fingers working in and out of Jaemin, making that sickeningly-good squelching sound, rubbing at the tight, spongy flesh inside, feeling how wet Jaemin gets as he approaches his release?
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try, right? To help you change back?”
“Yes! Jaemin first win!” Jaemin shouts, then literally fist-bumps the air. Already, Jeno regrets agreeing to do this, even though he’s already making his way over to Jaemin’s twin-sized bed. He kneels next to Jaemin, and their legs brush on the narrow mattress. Jeno pushes his gray hair back off his forehead, then blinks dumbly at Jaemin, all as Jaemin continues to grin almost smugly up at him.
“So, um. How do you want this?” Jeno asks, suddenly nervous, now that he’s situated between Jaemin’s legs and faced head-on with the sight of Jaemin’s pink, glistening pussy. It hits him that he’s really about to finger Jaemin in their messy dorm room on his tiny bed. Jeno didn’t even need to hide his stash of plushies or clean the trash from all the snacks he eats off his desk first. Jaemin is just here, in their room, looking ready and well, fuckable.
Jaemin spreads his legs wider. “Like this is fine,” he says, then crosses his hands behind his head to prop his head up a little. He stares back at Jeno with a vaguely bored expression. “Any time now.”
Jeno gulps. Tentatively, he reaches a finger forward and uses it to pull one of Jaemin’s inner labia to this side. It feels wet and plush and wrinkled under his touch. Extremely pussy-like, Jeno decides. He looks closer. Spread open like this, Jeno can see how Jaemin’s hole clenches in the open air, looking primed and ready to be filled. With his free hand, Jeno rubs at Jaemin’s clit with short, direct strokes. Jaemin’s breath catches in his throat, and it spurs Jeno on. He continues rubbing Jaemin’s clit for a few more seconds, slowly increasing his speed and pressure until Jaemin is letting out short, breathy “Ah’s,” then finally, Jeno trails his finger lower until it’s resting right over Jaemin’s hole.
Jeno presses his finger slowly inside of Jaemin. There’s barely any resistance, which should come as little surprise, considering how stretched out Jaemin already is from his numerous orgasms. Jeno pushes his finger in as far as it will go, then curls his finger upward to stroke at the plush, squishy flesh inside. He repeats the gesture, rubbing the spot over and over again.
“Put in another one,” Jaemin commands, although Jeno catches the hint of desperation in his tone.
Jeno adds his middle finger, then slowly works up his speed. He ignores the strain in his wrist as he fucks his fingers in and out of Jaemin’s pussy, listening to the wet slapping sounds as Jaemin soaks his hand.
“Ahhh,” Jaemin sighs under his breath. Jeno looks up. Jaemin’s eyes are shut, and his long, thick lashes brush his under-eyes. His lips are parted, though, and with each gasp, his Adam’s apple bobs lower down the long column of his throat. For one, fleeting moment, Jeno wishes he could lean down and kiss it; feel the firm bone against his lips, between his teeth. That thought is squashed just moments later, though, when Jaemin clenches around Jeno like a vice.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jaemin pants. Jeno continues frantically fucking his fingers into Jaemin, paying extra care to curl his fingers upward and hit that spot over and over again. Suddenly, Jeno feels a fresh rush of moisture coat his fingers. He looks down expectantly, but realizes quickly that for as much as Jaemin came, he definitely didn’t squirt.
Jaemin’s eyes flutter open as Jeno pulls his fingers out of him. He glances down at his large breasts, still very much fixed to his chest. “Just as I suspected,” he says, sounding strangely unsurprised. Jeno moves to wipe off his fingers on the sheets, adding to the crusting mess already there, but Jaemin’s hand shoots forward and grabs Jeno by the wrist. “Wait. I wanna taste it first.”
Jeno freezes. His hand is suspended in mid-air, still all gooey and come-y. He can feel the way Jaemin’s release coats the spaces between his fingers, creating a thick webbing there. He moves his fingers back and forth a few times, before he actually registers what Jaemin just said to him.
“Wait, what?”
“Oh, sorry, I can save some for you if you, like, wanted to try it. Rude of me to not offer.”
Jeno glances down at Jaemin’s ripe pussy. It does look, well, delicious. A shudder runs through Jeno, and he locks that thought away immediately. He needs to stay on task. Help Jaemin. His coworker. Change back. For the benefit of their band, and nothing else. Nothing selfish here. Nothing horny, even. Jeno suppresses the urge to palm himself over his shorts in a totally non-horny way.
Jeno finally realizes what’s happening once it’s already too late. Jaemin sits up further, then pulls Jeno’s hand to his face. “Your loss, I guess,” he says, then sucks both of Jeno’s fingers into his mouth, like something out of Jeno's most depraved wet dreams.
Jeno watches in horrified—aroused—fascination as Jaemin licks his fingers. He hollows his cheeks and sucks with a force fitting of someone who nicknamed himself “Mouth Suction Gangster.”
“O-ohh,” Jeno stutters, before he can stop himself. As if outside his control, Jeno’s eyes slip shut and he leans forward into Jaemin’s touch. In return, Jaemin works his tongue along the underside of Jeno’s fingers. He traces each indent with the wet, blunt tip of his tongue, then flattens it and sucks even harder. Jeno can feel each time his fingers hit the fleshy back of Jaemin’s throat, but somehow Jaemin doesn’t gag even once. Quite the contrary, actually; when Jeno gasps in surprise at Jaemin literally swallowing around his fingers, Jaemin chuckles, and it sends a pleasant, buzzy vibration shooting up Jeno’s arm.
Finally, when Jeno’s hand is most definitely already clean and Jaemin is clearly just showing off, Jaemin tugs Jeno’s wrist back away from his face. “Not too bad,” he says. His lips are swollen and rosy-pink now and there’s a trail of spit and maybe also his cum smeared down his chin. Jeno gulps.
Jaemin’s expression changes suddenly, though. “Well,” he says, clapping his hands together, “firstly, thank you Jeno. Secondly, as sexy as that was, clearly that didn’t change me back.”
“Clearly.”
“So, anyway, I worried this would happen. I don’t think just changing whose fingers were doing the fucking made that big of a difference. I think we need to try… something more.” Jaemin glances down at the bulge in Jeno’s pants, then back up at Jeno’s face with a cocky, knowing look. Jeno can tell he’s doomed.
~~~
The next thing Jeno knows, he’s shucked off his pants and positioned himself between Jaemin’s spread legs. Despite the shuffling, Jeno’s hard-on hasn’t gone down even a little. The head is swollen and near-purple and a thick, bulging vein runs up the side. The sheer size of his cock in his hand feels obscene, especially so close to Jaemin’s tiny waist and pink, glistening pussy. Jeno usually tries to be humble about the size of his dick, since he knows it’s kind of a douchey thing to talk about, and it does tend to make other guys weirdly jealous. But right now, as he does the mental gymnastics to figure out how his cock is going to fit inside that tiny, tight hole, he’s reminded that yeah, his cock is actually fucking gargantuan.
“Do you think I, like, need to use a condom?”
“Hm. Do you usually wear one with your hookups?”
Jeno considers for a moment. He takes precautions with the people he fucks. He always uses protection, and Jeno makes a concerted effort to get tested between partners. He’s courteous like that. And also, imagine the hell of not only telling a hookup he contracted an STI, but also making them sign another NDA agreeing to never mention it to another soul. God, he can just imagine the Naver headlines if something like that leaked. “Lee Jeno: Tightest Hole in Nct Actually a Herpes Superspreader.” So yes, Jeno is careful when it comes to having sex.
He tells Jaemin as much. “Well then, we should be safe, right?” Jaemin asks, then shifts his voice into a high pitched whine. “Plus, I wanna feel allll of you." He bounces back on his heels in a lewd dick-riding pantomime, then shifts his voice back to its regular timbre. “That was good, right? Like I said, I studied a lotttt of porn today.” Then, Jaemin flops onto his back and makes a pouty, faux-wanton expression. “I’m ready to be ravished.”
Jeno grunts and nods his head solemnly. Even though he usually prefers bottoming, Jeno’s fucked a handful of assholes in his lifetime, and even a pussy or two. So he knows generally how this goes. He wraps a hand around his cock near the base, then lines it up with the lips of Jaemin’s pussy. The brown labia part, allowing Jeno’s cock to breach the ruddy pink of Jaemin’s hole, and for a second Jeno’s brain short-circuits. A wave of arousal sparks in his gut at the sight of the slick from Jaemin’s previous orgasms coating Jeno’s cock as he presses it inside of Jaemin. It glistens thick and clear across the rippled veins and eases the slide, but doesn’t lessen how mind-blowingly tight Jaemin’s pussy is gripping him. It feels so good that Jeno swears it triggers some carnal urge to thrust his hips with abandon and selfishly fuck into that tight, warm heat.
That is, until he remembers why he’s here. This is Jaemin he’s fucking. His best friend. He’s fucking his best friend’s soaking wet pussy as a favor and it feels fucking great.
Jeno takes Jaemin’s narrow thighs in his hands. His palms spread almost all the way across Jaemins legs, and it spurs Jeno on. He continues thrusting, his hips jerking unevenly. “Uhhhh,” he moans. He throws his head back and continues grinding into Jaemin.
And Jaemin, well. Underneath him, Jaemin looks like a feast served on a silver platter. His skin is smooth–free of razor nicks or acne scars or any unsightly discoloration. Looking into Jaemin’s eyes feels too intense, so instead Jeno focuses on his breasts. They look so delectable, so tantalizing, so much like real, actual boobs on a real, actual girl that at one point, Jeno even takes one into his mouth. Tempo be damned, he needs to taste that dark nipple, feel its weight on his tongue. He laves his tongue around it, wetly mapping the wrinkles of the areola, the smattering of wispy hairs, the point at the tip. Jeno whines pathetically around it, and he feels his dick twitch inside Jaemin as it nears its release.
In Jeno’s eagerness to indulge in all the features of Jaemin’s new body, though, Jeno almost misses the hand pushing against his chest and the voice gently saying, “Jeno-yah, wait.”
Jeno freezes, and he feels Jaemin’s plush boob slip from his mouth. “Oh,” he says dumbly, cock still fitted inside of Jaemin and frankly pulsing with a need to come.
“I have to ask,” Jaemin blanches. His face is carefully neutral, but Jeno recognizes his expression as the same one Jaemin wears in interviews he doesn’t want to be at. Jeno feels like he’s two seconds from receiving a monologue about how czennies are Jaemin’s whole world and then a calculated, toothy smile as Jaemin sits in tense silence for the rest of the event.
Jeno braces for the worst, but then Jaemin asks, “Do you usually bottom?”
“Uh–yeah?”
“I can tell. Your rhythm is terrible. Get up.” Jaemin pushes his hand against Jeno’s chest, urging Jeno to lean back. Jeno’s aching, twitching cock slips sadly out of Jaemin’s pussy, and Jeno is forced to reckon with the fact he was so bad at sex that even Jaemin, who seemed to have gotten off by every other method possible today, wouldn’t even let Jeno finish inside of him.
Jaemin shakes his head, then shrugs, clearly disappointed. “This was probably a useless idea anyway. I feel like I’ve tried everything to make myself squirt. I don’t know why I thought this would be any different.”
Jeno sits back on his haunches and thinks for a moment. He feels genuinely bad. He wishes there was more that he could do to help his roommate-slash-coworker get off, even as his dick leaps excitedly at the knowledge that he might be too pathetic a fuck to help Jaemin at all.
Then, an idea pops into Jeno’s head. “Wait, there’s one thing we haven’t tried yet.”
Jeno’s brain flashes to a memory from a fancall, when a fan had held up a photo of a dog with its tongue out and asked him to recreate the image. At the time, he thought that sticking his long, thin tongue all the way out of his mouth and waving his head like a dog would come off as cute. Maybe some of those blogs that compare him to a puppy would share it, and it would all be some lighthearted fun. However, what Jeno had not anticipated was the wave of, well, sexual responses to the clip, ranging from a light fuck that’s hot to wish he would stick that tongue so far inside me I feel it in my cervix. And if he’s being honest, Jeno’s partners have always told him he’s good with his mouth. A nice, sloppy fuck. He’s always eager to lap at whatever hole is offered to him, whatever orifice is put in front of his mouth.
“What if I ate you out?”
Jaemin stares at Jeno. He tilts his head to the side and purses his eyebrows quizzically, like he’s considering Jeno’s proposition. He doesn’t think long, though. Instead, he takes his toned thighs in both hands and spreads them wide, showing off his impressive flexibility. “Alright, fine. Go for it.” He adds with a cheeky grin, “Can’t hurt, right?”
Jeno doesn’t have to be told twice. He wets his lips with his tongue, then dives in eagerly. Suddenly, he’s free of hang-ups; free of the earlier awkwardness about this being Jaemin, free of concern that fucking his roomate will make things weird between them. No, now all of that has been replaced by a single-minded desire to suck Jaemin’s soul out his clit.
“Ohhhh, fuckkk Jeno,” Jaemin whines. He throws his head back against the pillow as Jeno swirls the blunt tip of his tongue around the sensitive hood of Jaemin’s clit. He starts slow, indulgent, with the intent of pulling every little, desperate sound out of Jaemin that he can. If he couldn’t make Jaemin come with his cock alone, then he’s going to make up for it in spades now, until all Jaemin can think about is how good he feels and until all he can say is Jeno’s name.
Jeno feels Jaemin’s thighs clench, and he takes that as a sign to speed up. He switches his tongue to longer, more forceful licks. He laps over Jaemin’s hole, pooling the musky wetness on his tongue, then quickly flicks it over Jaemin’s swollen clit. Jaemin’s pussy tastes delicious, and it pulls a desperate whine from between Jeno’s lips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jaemin moans on repeat. He’s louder than Jeno has heard him all evening, and it spurs Jeno on. He feels himself rutting into the bed, rubbing his leaking cock all over the sheets, too gone to care about the stains he’s leaving behind. Right now, all he can think about is licking up every last drop of the tantalizing fluids dripping from Jaemin’s cunt. He works his tongue frantically: big, broad licks from Jaemin’s asshole all the way up to his clit.
“There,” Jaemin screams, once Jeno finally settles on his clit. He cards his fingers through the gray locks of Jeno’s hair and holds him there. Jeno gets the message loud and clear; he takes Jaemin’s clit between his lips and sucks, hard. He feels high with the thrill of eating pussy. His cock aches where he’s pathetically humping the bed, and his jaw throbs, but nothing quite compares to the feeling of reducing the usually composed Jaemin to a whining, desperate mess.
Jaemin yells when he comes. “Jeno-yah,” he shouts, and it’s then that Jeno feels the warm splash of fluid against his face, soaking his mouth and nose and dripping down his chin. He continues licking sloppily as Jaemin writhes and pants through his orgasm. Jaemin holds Jeno’s mouth to his pussy until Jeno wonders if he might suffocate there, soaking up Jaemin’s fluids, aspirating his cum. But honestly, Jeno can think of plenty of worse ways to go.
Finally, Jaemin releases his grip on Jeno’s hair and lets his arms flop down at his sides, spent. Jeno sits back, and it’s then that he notices the large, wet puddle around Jaemin. It seems his squirt soaked through the sheets in a wide radius around his body. Jaemin’s eyes widen when he notices the mess, but he looks too exhausted to really be bothered. “Man, wow, thanks,” he sighs. “Sorry about,” he motions at the sheets, “the mess. If it makes you feel better, the internet told me it’s not pee. Probably.”
“Wow, fuck,” Jeno says breathlessly. Suddenly, he’s too aware of the aching of his cock, still rock-hard between his legs and oozing a steady stream of precome. He purses his lips, unsure if he can ask what he wants to. Is it too weird to get turned on from making your best friend squirt on your tongue?
Jaemin, though, seems to sense Jeno’s hesitation. “You can come on them, if you want,” he says, then takes his breasts in his hands and squeezes them together, forming two pretty, plush little lumps. A perfect canvas for Jeno to paint white.
“Fuck, ok,” Jeno gasps. He lasts just long enough to shimmy up Jaemin’s body and take his cock in his hand. He strokes once, twice, and then he’s spilling in thick, long rivulets across the expanse of Jaemin’s breasts. “Ah, ahhh,” he moans, so loud that he’s certain any unlucky souls currently in the dorm must hear him, then collapses onto the bed next to Jaemin, mostly managing to avoid the squirt puddle.
Exhausted, Jeno stares over at Jaemin. Jaemin runs a hand through his ginger hair and looks up at the ceiling. Eventually, he turns to meet Jeno’s gaze. He’s grinning, almost incredulously. He reaches up and wipes a bit of his own cum from Jeno’s lips. “Holy shit, Jeno. Who knew you had it in you?”
They both lay in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, until eventually Jaemin laughs and sits up to stare down at his body. He wiggles his hips a little, like that will somehow shake a dick and balls loose from inside of him. Jeno half-expects Jaemin to try something stupider, like saying “penis” three times, like some particularly cursed Bloody Mary ritual.
“Am I changed back?” Jaemin asks, although clearly he isn’t. On his chest are still two ample-sized breasts, their brown nipples still puffy, either from Jaemin touching them on his own or from when Jeno sucked them into his mouth earlier. Jaemin’s pussy, too, is still there between his legs, and Jeno wills his dick not to start filling out again as he stares at how plump and wet it is just sitting there, practically begging him to touch it again.
“Obviously not,” Jeno deadpans.
“Damn, I really thought that would work.” Jaemin steps out of bed, then, without even bothering to slip on some pants, saunters over to his computer chair, and takes a seat. Jeno watches in vague horror as Jaemin rubs his wet pussy juices all over the leather seat and makes a quick mental note to never again sit in that chair as he watches Jaemin pull up a web browser and type the word “porn” into the search bar. Jaemin doing this in front of Jeno should come as little surprise, considering Jeno was literally inside of him not ten minutes ago, but the fact Jaemin doesn’t even have enough shame to open an incognito tab is really a marvel to behold.
Jaemin scrolls a little, past videos with tags like “gangbang” and “creampie,” then stops on one titled “Pegging My Coworker.” He spares one glance at Jeno and grins wickedly before turning back toward the computer. “Wow, back to the drawing board, I guess,” he says, then clicks the link.