Nct oneshots (smut)

Jenhyuck

Summary

Haechan dreams about being physically overwhelmed by someone stronger - Haechan wants to feel totally pinned down and helpless. Jeno helps them achieve their fantasy.

Donghyuck was a boy of peculiar tastes. His friends often teased him for his love of spicy food, but little did they know his palate for adventure was equally as fiery. With a heart as vibrant as the neon lights in the small town he called home, he craved experiences that could match the intensity of the chilies that made his mouth water. His days were spent working at his family's convenience store, his nights, a solitary dance of dreams and longing.

One evening, as the glow of the setting sun painted the sky with gentle strokes of pink and orange, a hulking figure strode into the store. The bell above the door jingled merrily, a stark contrast to the man's stoic presence. Donghyuck looked up from the cash register, his eyes widening at the sight of Jeno. He was a newcomer, a giant of a man with a frame that spoke of brute strength and a gaze that could make the strongest of souls quiver. Donghyuck felt his heart race in his chest, his body responding in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.

Jeno's eyes swept over the shelves, finally coming to rest on Donghyuck. He approached with the confidence of a lion, and Donghyuck felt like a gazelle, trapped in the open. The air grew thick with anticipation as Jeno leaned over the counter, his large hands planting themselves firmly on the plastic surface. His voice was deep, a rumble that seemed to resonate in Donghyuck's very bones.

"You're the one they all talk about," Jeno said, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "The little thing that loves to be manhandled."

Donghyuck's cheeks flushed scarlet, his eyes flicking nervously to the security camera in the corner. He knew the town gossip had a way of spreading faster than a wildfire, but he had never expected it to reach the ears of a stranger, especially not one like Jeno. Yet, amidst the embarrassment, there was a spark of excitement, a whisper of a thrill that sent a shiver down his spine. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice.

"Is that so?" he managed to croak out, hoping his tremble wasn't too obvious.

Jeno's smirk grew wider, revealing a set of perfect, gleaming teeth. "Indeed," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "And I think it's high time someone showed you what that really means."

Donghyuck's pulse quickened as Jeno leaned in closer, his breath warm and slightly sweet with the scent of mint. The man's size was intimidating, but the glint in his eye was what truly captured Donghyuck's attention. It was a look that spoke of dominance, of a desire to conquer and claim. It was everything Donghyuck had ever fantasized about.

With a swift movement, Jeno reached across the counter, his hand wrapping around Donghyuck's slender wrist. He pulled gently but firmly, drawing him closer. Donghyuck could feel the heat from the man's body, a stark contrast to the chill from the air conditioning unit above. His heart hammered in his chest as their eyes met, the electricity between them palpable.

Donghyuck's mind raced. Should he protest? Call for help? But his body seemed to have a will of its own, responding to the unspoken challenge with a rush of adrenaline. He felt his resolve crumbling, his desires overpowering his fear. He knew what he wanted, and the danger was just part of the allure.

The tension grew as Jeno leaned in even closer, their faces mere inches apart. Donghyuck could see the flecks of gold in Jeno's dark eyes, the faint stubble on his cheeks. He felt the warmth of his breath, the gentle tickle as it brushed against his skin. He knew what was going to happen next, and he craved it like a drug.

"Do you want this?" Jeno whispered, his grip tightening slightly. "Or should I leave you to your mundane little life?"

Donghyuck's voice was barely a whisper. "Please..."