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huang renjun, lee jeno, lee haechan, na jaemin • reader (f)
— an interesting game night with norenmin(hyuck)
It’s a dreary night, the pouring rain and thunderous clouds keeping you and your four friends cooped up in Jeno and Jaemin’s dorm in boredom. The open Friday evening has been spent eating (and drinking) while watching some excessively dumb comedy movies on the small box-shaped TV that centers itself in the rather compact living space. Among that, the four of you have spent the time talking, joking, and even getting into trivial arguments over whose opinion topped the other’s. No matter, it all always ends with a bunch of laughter before the focus returns to the television screen. A weekend gathering is typical for the five of you to do, be it outside or indoors, rain or sunshine, ever since being introduced to one another in one of your classes almost a year ago. Friendship was quick to bloom and now there’s hardly a day that goes by without you guys seeing one another.
There’s a small tune as the odd clock Renjun had found somewhere as gift for Jaemin strikes midnight, to which Donghyuck suddenly hops up from his spot on the couch. He presses a button on the television, making the sound cut to silence and the screen go black; all eyes and attention suddenly on him.
“Wait— What? Why?” Jeno suddenly stops his snacking, confused and completely baffled as to why one of his favorite movies has been turned off half way through, and not even during a scene change.
“What are you doing?” Renjun asks, his tone full of suspicion (and somewhat annoyance) as he stares at the overly smiley boy standing in front of you guys.
“We’ve watched this movie a dozen times over,” Donghyuck complains, his voice pitchy and somewhat resembling a whine of a bratty child. “How about we play a game instead?” he suggests, bouncing on the tips of his feets while glancing between all four of your stares. You can’t help but internally groan, trauma from past game nights entering your thoughts. A simple board game, card game, a literal children’s game, can straight up turn into complete and utter chaos with these boys, especially when Donghyuck is the one to suggest it.
“What... game?” you question hesitantly, not opposing the idea of something besides watching this sub-par movie, but unsure of what Donghyuck (a drunk Donghyuck at that) has to offer. Surely enough, an uncomfortable feeling washes into the pit of your stomach when Donghyuck’s lips slowly stretch into an all too familiar grin: full of mischief and trouble.
“Don’t worry. You’ll love it.”
No one knows how Hyuck convinced you all to play this game, you in particular. You’ll stick to blaming the rather fair amount alcohol in your system. To be fair, when someone mentions playing a game together, what comes to your mind is some typical party game, ruined by maybe over drinking. But apparently Haechan has a horny special way of thinking... “Okay, here are the rules—”
“Rules?” Jeno shoots Donghyuck a puzzled look from his place on a chair. “There are rules?”
Donghyuck glares at his friend. “Yes idiot! This is a game and, believe it or not, games have rules. So—“
“Isn’t it just whoever makes her moan the fastest wins?” Jaemin states a little too casually, making the reality of the situation you put yourself in hit you like a a wave of icy water. Jesus Christ, why did you agree to participate in this? What the hell were you thinking?
“Why are we even doing this?!" you whine pathetically, hands flying to your reddening face in shame and regret. It’s not like you’re not (physically) attracted to your friends, all four of them undeniably handsome, but you’ve never really done anything with any of them, and to all of sudden be screwing around with all four, at once, for a game? Yeah, you’re most definitely drunk.
“Y/N’s right, this is a bit absurd,” Renjun adds, somewhat agreeing with you.
“A bit?!” you scoff, “No, this is downright ridiculous!”
“You agreed to do it, just like the rest of us,” Jaemin reminds you while remaining like an impenetrable barrier in front of the bedroom door, hindering any attempts of escape. Apparently not playing isn’t an option.
“Oh my god— just shut up and listen to me!" Donghyuck groans impatiently. Frowning, you huff and cross your arms childishly, committing to silence to listen to your friend’s list of rules for this stupid game - really though, how did you let them talk you into this? “Okay, finally!” Hyuck turns to your sulking form on the bed, your eyes narrowed at him in annoyance. “Most important rule is you have to make her vocal. Your goal, Y/N, is to be silent. No whines, whimpers, moans, or pleads," Donghyuck flashes you a teasing smirk, waggling his eyebrows, to which you just scoff and roll your eyes. “Not anything for as long as you can, and at least for three minutes. And whoever gets a noise out of her in the slowest time loses."
"What happens if we lose?" Jeno asks. Hyuck doesn’t answer immediately, looking up at the white ceiling thoughtfully for a moment.
“To be decided by the winners?" Jaemin suggests, and just the thought of being at the mercy of not only Jaemin, but Donghyuck and Jaemin together brings a wave of dread, causing your shoulders to sag and your mouth to turn up in distaste. Then again, having one of them at your mercy to do anything you wanted…
"Sure; to be decided by winners." Hyuck confirms with a nod, the others having no other word in the say. “We all know that’ll include me anyways,” he adds with confidence.
"Is that all? Yeah? Great, let’s just get this over with!" you whine, rocking back and forth anxiously, only to quickly realize that probably wasn't such a bright idea when you see the wicked smile crawl across Donghyuck’s lips.
"Someone’s eager," he snidely comments, that smug look on his face absolutely dreadful. You’re going to last these three minutes just to punch him when this is all over. “Eager to lose—“
"Okay, fine,” Donghyuck drops the teasing and continues, “No putting anything in your mouth to muffle any sounds; like your fingers or shirt or something, and um... we can touch you anywhere with any part of us. Apart from our uh.. Just no dick penetration or dick use. We also can’t talk. Complete silence. Game ends if she cums. Everybody got it? Y/N, you ready?"
After an intense round of rock, paper, scissors, the order is decided: Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, then Donghyuck. You lie with you back pressed against a pillow at the head of Jaemin’s bed, glaring as Haechan laughs at your sour expression. Jeno and Jaemin are still in their original spots, Jeno in the chair and Jaemin leaning against the door. Donghyuck’s standing by the bed like some sort of referee holding his phone for the stopwatch. All three sets of eyes gazing upon the bed, watching as Renjun crawls towards you. He smiles down at you, laying beneath him completely naked with a flushed, angry face. His expression already contradicts his statement from earlier.
“Okay, it’s playtime you two.” Hyuck announces excitedly. You mentally prepare yourself, sucking in your breath just as Renjun’s hands ghost over your thighs. You watch as he positions you, spreading your legs wide, not only exposing all of you to him, but to all four of them, who by the way, are still clothed. Embarrassed once more, you cover your eyes with your hands again, a scowl on your face. Stupid horny boys. This is mortifying. Beyond mortifying! “Hands away from your face, Y/N.” With an audible scowl, you remove your hands, placing them back at your sides while glaring at the still grinning Haechan. "Time starts now, may Renjun fail!" he chides loudly, and in one swift motion, one you thought you were ready for, Renjun surges forward, already catching you off guard when his mouth immediately connects with your neck and his hand gropes your breast, causing a stutter in your breathing. He kisses up and down, lips peppering all along your throat, causing butterflies to instantly swarm in your gut. Swallowing hard, you glower, but find the expression hard to keep for very long when slender fingers also make contact with your core, skillfully snaking between your sensitive folds, rubbing along your slit, causing your head to go a little fuzzy.
Renjun then makes his way to your face; his wet tongue licks your (poorly) sealed lips, before taking them into his own. You find yourself almost letting out a chorus of moans already, barely managing to swallow all of them back down. Your mouth is forced open, Renjun’s tongue pushing in and around, his muscle exposed playing alongside yours. You almost let out an ungodly loud moan when he begins sucking on your tongue, while his fingers begin to caress and dance around your clit. You’re in a heavenly hell, loving the pleasure, but hating the damn game and uncomfortably concentrated stares you’re getting from the other three. Renjun’s mouth then parts from yours, wet lips lowering again, skimming down your heaving chest, to your breast, before taking an erect nipple in between his teeth, making you dangerously gasp and grip the sheets in desperation. He then continues nipping and sucking harshly, not failing to quickly discover and recognize your weak spots that almost have you on edge.
A finger then manages to slowly push pass your already wet and welcoming entrance, causing you to immediately bite your lower lip so hard to keep silent, you fear it might bleed. Renjun smirks at you, feline eyes watching your reactions closely as he glides back up to your neck. Your head lolls in pleasure as Renjun curls his finger, his thumb pressing delightfully against your clit while he breathes hotly in just below your ear. As innocent as Renjun has made himself seem, you’re starting to heavly doubt this is his first time doing something like this. He is making you feel a way you truly hadn’t expected. And then, a simple sucking bite on a certain place on your neck causes you to squeak unintentionally. And as soon as the sound leaves you, Renjun quits all his ministrations, much to your disappointment, and leans away to look at Haechan.
“Five minutes and thirty-two seconds,” Donghyuck announces the time, and those five and half minutes felt like an eternity to you. Your sex is still throbbing, and you hate to admit that you want Jeno to come over and just get on with his turn, hoping that maybe you’ll be able to come after all this. Well, with one of them at least... Yeah, you’re already going to hell for all this, might as well wish for the most out of it. “Oh, Renjun, I thought you’d have that one in the bag!”
Renjun shoots Donghyuck a death glare as he passes him, but the other only laughs. “You’ll only maybe do better because I worked her up for you! All three of you!”
“That’s a consequence of losing rock, paper, scissors,” Jeno chimes at him, before climbing onto the bed, looking down at you an awfully like prey, like you’re about to be completely eaten alive. You squirm under his presence, and Jeno only licks his lips in anticipation. Much like Renjun, he also very much enjoys the sight of you looking craved under him - flushed pretty, eyes half lidded, mouth slightly parted while your chest heaves up and down. Renjun takes a seat in the chair in place of Jeno while Donghyuck readies to start the time once again.
“Ready, set, go-” Hyuck teases. You notice Jeno smirking at you as he starts by sucking on two of his fingers, wasting no time once they’re wet enough to sink one right back into your craving, clenching hole. You choke back a cry, looking at Jeno pleadingly as starts thrusting his digit in and out rather roughly. You grip his arm, head tilted back at the already intense feeling burning inside you. Jeno takes the opportunity to dive in and bite your exposed neck. His teeth continuously mark your skin, biting and sucking bruises wherever he desires, loving how your hips start instinctively bucking against his hand. His free hand grips your breast, squeezing the soft mound that feels so right in his palm. And soon enough, he carefully enters a second finger, watching your face contort into slight pain, your bottom lip caught tightly between your teeth. Jeno plants butterfly kisses all around your jaw, slowing his thrusts enough for you to try and adjust. But it doesn’t take long for you to accommodate to his ministrations. In no time at all, you’re eagerly moving yourself against him as his thrusts once again build speed, becoming faster, hitting deeper, fingers curling up to scrape against your walls.
You feel tears in your eyes, the intense pain and pleasure overwhelming you. You just want to scream out, moan and plead for him, but no, the game renders you quiet for at least three minutes, and you’ve not the slightest clue how long it’s been. And it’s only the second round! Your body feels so hot, so sensitive, so desperate and needy. Jeno’s touches feel like fire, burning you so painfully, but in such a pleasant way too. You about lose your composure when he growls against your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and sucking. And then, all of the sudden, his fingers graze something within your caverns, causing your vision to go white, your legs to shake, and your back to arch as a high pitiful moan, escapes your mouth. Jeno smiles, one so innocent and out of place, instantaneously removing his fingers. To your embarrassment, they’re covered in your slick, but what makes it worse is that Jeno sticks his finger in his mouth again, sucking them clean, causing you to whimper in ashamed yearning. God, this is so dirty of you.
“Four minutes and twenty-six seconds…” Haechan announces, and Jeno grins at Renjun who just blows him off with a scoff. “Nana~” Jaemin and Jeno hastily switch places, the next contestant climbing onto the bed, grinning deviously, all white canines and tongue and arrogance. You whine, causing Jaemin to coo in amusement at what seems to be your misery.
“Okay, go... now!” Unlike the other two, Jaemin doesn’t rush to it. He just slowly looms over you, raking your body up and down with a rather hungry, predatory gaze. You writhe, looking into his dark, taunting eyes almost desperately. His nails, suddenly drag across the skin of your torso, down, causing you to arch into the touch. Your arms fly around his neck, pulling the handsome boy closer until his face is sinfully close, lips almost touching as he continues to rake down your skin. Everybody in the room knows either Jaemin or Donghyuck won’t play ‘fair,’ and at this point, you fully expect the boy above you to be the one not to. He teasingly glides his head down your body, down to your aching, craving heat, and just seeing him down there, makes your thighs shake in anticipation. Kisses, light and feathery, are pressed all but the place you want them most; so teasingly close, making you squirm, on the verge of begging aloud, whining desperately, until finally his tongue licks a long stripe up your glistening slit, causing your hips to buck towards him.
That’s when you know Jaemin is going to be your death.
He enters two of his long fingers into your sex, pumping at a slow, moderate pace, while he starts to poke his tongue against your clit. Your breathing immediately turns uneven, ragged, and messy as you’re rather quickly, pathetically being pulled apart. Your hands weave themselves into Jaemin’s black hair, pulling, forcing him closer to your needy core. His lips then dedicate themselves to your sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking, nipping, shooting bolts of pleasure throughout your entire body. It quickly becomes too overwhelming, and you can’t stop the loud, wanton moan from escaping your throat. You can’t help it. You need to scream, moan, just be vocal. Jaemin’s working delicious wonders to your body and it feels so unbelievably good. And you love him for not stopping, for the others not stopping him from grazing that special spot inside you with his fingers that has your toes curling and eyes rolling back into your head. Round being over, moans and desperate cries for release unabashedly flee from your mouth. “Oh, God, p-please!”
“You gonna cum, baby?” Jaemin’s deep husky voice rasps against your sex, the vibrations causing shivers to rush through your entire form like electric. With one final nip to your clit, you cry out, back arching off the mattress as Jaemin continues brushing the sensitive part in you over and over, lips like a leech to your bundle of nerves, riding you through one hell of an orgasm, undoubtedly one of the best you’ve ever had. Maybe games like this aren’t such a bad idea... Jaemin stroke your thighs lovingly, enjoying your dazed face contorted in pure and utter ecstasy.
“Three minutes and four seconds...”
It’s when Jeno announces the time that you remember the other three are in the room, that they all just witnessed what had just happened. You notice the boys staring at the scene before them with rather intense gazes, heavily dazed and clearly aroused by what they’d just watched... you just climaxed in front of four boys. For a game! Awkwardly, you make haste to cover yourself up in the blankets around you, still in disbelief that you had just done that. Jaemin smiles at your sudden shyness, but also with satisfaction over the fact that he just successfully won the game. You’ve managed to stay quiet for three minutes all rounds so far, but you also came, and if you remember right, that means...
“Wait...” You all turn to look at Donghyuck: the one whose idea it was to play this game, who made up all the dumb rules, who was so adamant you all had to play, is the only one to lose. ‘Mr. I-always-win’ is now realizing he’s the loser, that he’s indeed going to be the one to recieve the punishment he thought he was invincible to getting. He’s suddenly frozen in place, staring at Jaemin with something along the lines of animosity.
“Oops,” Jaemin tilts his head, pouting in mock pity, “Game over.”
Renjun bursts into laughter, throwing his hands up happily, celebrating his unexpected victory right in Donghyuck’s face. “That’s what you get! Sucks to suck, Hyuck!” Donghyuck mocks Renjun’s laughter before rolling his eyes, visably sulking, and you can’t help but giggle at his childish reaction. “So what’s the loser’s punishment?”
“Honestly, you should decide,” Jeno says to you, “I think it’s only fair.” Renjun and Jaemin nod in synchronized agreement, and you can’t be more happy than to have this wonderful opportunity to get revenge on the very one who made you all play this game, for him to be at your mercy instead of the typical vice versa (even if it was somewhat enjoyable).
“So what’s it going to be?”
Donghyuck doesn’t fail to notice the wicked smile growing on your face, you clearly being content with all the things you’ll be able to do.
“Don’t worry. You’ll love it.”
