Diving Into You

Chapter 008

You walk through the lobby of the building where NCT Dream's dorm was located, your heart thumping in anticipation.

Is everyone watching you? You can sense that they know what you're up to.

Underneath your white parka, you're wearing nothing but red lingerie. The garter digs into your thigh. Your cheeks are flushed as you get into the elevator with three men in business suits. One of them smiles at you casually, and your heart skips a beat.

You've never been this dirty girl ever. Dressing up specially for fucking. Planning on feasting on a thick cock. Fantasizing about bending over and giving him your pussy to fuck raw.

It's strangely thrilling. You sense that the three men can smell how horny you are. It's a small elevator, and you're like a bitch in heat. You'd be surprised if they didn't intuitively smell your horny pheromones. It had to be a biological ability.

They get off on the next floor, turning around to glance at you knowingly. You're feeling wild, so just as the elevator door is about to close, you pull your coat aside to show them a red lace garter.

The look on their greedy faces is priceless.

It seems to take forever before you finally reach the door to his dorm. You brace yourself for the sight of your soulmate, for the rush of his hands over your body. The way he'll rip your coat off to devour everything he sees.

When Jeno invited you over to the dorm to hang out, you were adamantly against it. If you knew Jeno, you knew it was technically code for "let's fuck". Jeno assured you that the rest of the Dreamies were out and about.

Knowing your luck, Jaemin would probably walk in on you like he usually would.

Not that you wouldn't mind. Jaemin was a good fuck too.

You shook your head and let that thought out of your mind. Sure you fucked a few of the members back then but now you were Jeno's girlfriend and you were utterly devoted to him. You thought back on the times you had sex with them⏤Mark eating you out at a party the first day you met the members, riding Haechan in his bedroom when all the 127 members were out, giving Jaemin head in the bathroom of a club.

You were sex crazed. And when you found out that Jeno was just as sex crazed as you, you both decided that you were meant to be together.

You lift your fist to knock and the door swings open before you can. He's leaning against the doorframe. His jaw clenched, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants.

"Fuck babe. You drive me crazy with every sight."

Jeno yanks you inside, but doesn't rip off your parka. He doesn't kiss you like he's starving, instead his eyes stay on you, mentally undressing you before he takes the white chair next to the window.

"Babe, strip for me."

Your knees are wobbly, your hands shaking as you untie the cord at your waist, and let the coat fall to the floor.

His breath grows shallow, his eyes glued to your breasts bulging over the red lace bra, down to your garter.

"You're going to give me a fucking heart attack with that. Come here."

You follow his commands, detecting a different energy in his living room. True to his words, the others weren't there.

Jeno seems different. His aura is dominant, more authoritative. He's getting off commanding you to do his bidding—that's just the push you need on that little horny bud between your legs.

Your clit's throbbing, pulsating. As you squeeze your thighs together, you fear you come without a touch of his finger, or a lick of his greedy tongue, or a stroke of his rubbery cockhead.