NCT BXB AO3 SMUTS

doyoung and jeno

by: lovedream
language: english

Summary:

Doyoung gets off thinking about Jeno.

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Doyoung threw his head back against his pillow. And then again, for good measure. He sighed, turned onto his side, then the other side, then punched his mattress. Sleep wouldn't come. He knew it wouldn't. He just could not bring himself to address the reason it wouldn't.

He turned onto his stomach. Without meaning for it to, his crotch brushed against a spare pillow that had landed in the middle of the bed when he had been thrashing about. And since he had been a little more than half hard for a while now, it felt really good.

"No," Doyoung whispered to his empty room. "No, please."

His cock twitched, as if to taunt him. As if to say you know you won't sleep until you address this.

But Doyoung didn't want to address it. He felt terrible already, and horny, and terrible about feeling horny, and horny from feeling terrible. Yeah, he was a mess.

He screwed his eyes shut, and, against his will, his mind replayed the events from earlier in the day that had gotten him in this state.

-

That morning, Doyoung was going to pay the Dreamies a visit at their music video filming site for their repackage album. He thought he would bring them some snacks, some drinks, including meals for the staff as well. He knew it was a big team this time, with their music video being more elaborate than the previous one, so he had shelled out an impressive amount of cash to be able to get all the food and drink.

When Doyoung arrived at the scene, he greeted everyone politely and made small talk with some of the stylists he himself knew well. As he made his way through the crowd, closer to where the cameramen were, he started getting glimpses of the Dream members themselves. When he finally got close enough to get a good look, he saw Jeno doing some solo shots. And it was...provocative.

"Wh-what kind of concept are they doing?" Doyoung said to no one in particular. Because right in front of his eyes, Jeno sat with his legs spread, large patches of skin showing through jeans so destroyed they could hardly qualify as pants. He had a finger on his parted lips and his eyes were half hooded as he mouthed the lyrics of their new song.

"Not sure, not my wheelhouse," a staff member responded. Doyoung didn't even see who it was. He didn't even look. He just stared, mouth gaping behind his mask as Jeno switched poses. He lay on his back, rested the back of one of his hands against his eyes and then let the other trail down his shirt and pull up the hem.

Doyoung had to physically stop himself from running forward and covering him back up. He felt rage fill him. Who was even having Jeno do these poses? This was so inappropriate.

"Excuse me," Doyoung said, a little louder this time. He didn't care that Jeno would probably be mortally embarrassed by this. "Who is giving the ideas for the poses for this segment?"

One of the photographers heard and answered him. "No one, he's doing that himself. He's a real pro, one of the best we've worked with."

Doyoung felt a headache forming in his head. And worse than that, a tent forming in his pants. It was aggravated by the fact that Jeno was now on his stomach, his legs spread while he mouthed more lyrics at the camera. Dear god.

The photographer got a few more shots, at a few more poses, each more lewd than the last, and then Jeno hopped to his feet, ready for a quick break and snack, courtesy of Doyoung.