Disclaimer: All fics are gender neutral or masc readers, and primarily NSFW. Minors and straight females plz DNI. Also note that these are purely works of fiction and do not reflect on the members real lives and personalities in any way.
Pairing: Spanish Biker Boy x Female Reader
Summary: College Romance where reader is studying abroad in Spain, and an evening gone wrong leads to a thrilling night with a handsome stranger.
Warnings: tiny bit of spanish lol also I was too lazy to add the accent marks but I promise I do actually speak spanish, mild emetophobia warning (no details just mentions), fingering, mild exhibitionism, mentions of "female" genitalia, general smut
7:30 PM
It's your first day in Spain and you're absolutely buzzing with excitement. "Holy shit! Can you believe we're in Spain?" you ask your new friend, Gina as you walk into your shared hotel room. You and Gina met just a few weeks before, back in your hometown in the US, where you attend the same university. Both of you decided to fly into Madrid a week early so that you can explore Spain and enjoy a fun week of clubbing before your classes officially start.
"Dude we GOT to go to the club tonight!!!" she practically screams in your face. You and Gina haven't had much time to get to know each other yet, but you're a bit surprised to hear how eager she is to go out when you've only touched down in Spain a couple of hours ago. "You know what fuck yeah" you shrug. You're still pretty tired from your long flight but hey, when in Spain right?
Before you even have a chance to unpack your suitcases, the two of you have your makeup bags spilled out onto the hotel room floor and music blasting as you eagerly prep for your first night out. You're a tiny bit anxious at the idea of drinking in an unfamiliar country and walking around at night alone as two young women, but you push those fears aside as you finish drawing on your eyeliner. Besides, you know it won't be too crazy of a night considering the conversation you and Gina had back in your hometown. She had told you that she didn't really enjoy drinking all that much, especially since she was on various medications that made her drunk and nauseous all too quick. "Perfect!" you had said. "I don't like drinking a lot either. Let's agree to slap each other across the face if we see each other down more than one shot, ok!" Gina laughed and pinky swore with you, "Mixed drinks only! Deal!"
Pausing as she puts the finishing touches of your makeup on, you stops and ask "Hey Gina, do you think we're gonna be safe walking around alone at night?"
"Yeah I'm not too worried. We'll look out for each other. And it's not like there's no police in Spain. If it makes you feel better we can see if any of the others from our program happen to be here early yet and invite them to join us." You like that idea a lot and take out your phone to search through the contact list of all the other students. One name in particular jumps out to you. Antonio Calovera. You recognize that name. You hadn't ever talked to the guy, but you'd overheard him talking at one of the information meetings for your program back home. You were pretty sure he'd said he was planning on flying out early to visit family in Madrid. That sounded promising. He should be here already and might even know a thing or two about Spain if you'd heard correctly that his family was from here.
"I'm gonna invite Antonio to meet us at the bar, is that cool with you Gina?"
"Sure. He can join us for the pregame and walk to the club with us after." Perfect you think. Pulling out your phone, you send him a text that reads: Hey this is y/n. You're in the study abroad program here right? I heard you were in Madrid already and was wondering if you wanna join me and Gina at the bar tonight for tapas and drinks? I'll send the addy.
To your surprise, Antonio replies almost immediately: Sure. Meet there at 9? You like the message and hope for the best. You don't really remember what Antonio even looks like to be honest. It's been months since you guys had your last information meeting back home. But you figure even if he turns out to be a total dick, it'll still be a relief to have a man walking around with you guys tonight to keep weirdos away.
9:05 PM
You and Gina walk into your first bar of the night and take a seat in a small booth to wait for Antonio to arrive. You flag down a waiter to order some drinks before Antonio gets there. "Dime" she says. "Hola estamos de los estados unidos y no somos muy familares con las bebidas aqui. Puede da una reccomenda-" Before you have a chance to finish the sentence, your head snaps around to the figure walking through the bar doors. It's Antonio, and goddamn, he's a lot better looking than you remembered. Donning a black button-up with the top few buttons undone, a sexy silver watch, and a chain around his neck, the tall handsome brunette slides into the seat next to you. Fuck he's kinda hot. You and Gina exchange a knowing look before you aplogize to the waiter for the interruption. "Disculpa-"
Once again, your sentence gets cut off by Antonio, who talks to the waiter himself. "Hola, me gustaria un tinto de verano porfa" he tells her before turning to you and Gina. "Hi sorry I'm a tiny bit late. You guys already order, or should I order for you too?" You can't decide yet if his confident carefree attitude is attractive or obnoxious. Saving your judgements for later, you turn to him and reply "Nah not yet. I'll just have a beer for now I think". Catching Gina's eye again you can tell she's defintely made up her mind she thinks he's attractive, so you excuse yourself to go use the bathroom so the two of you can debrief.
The second you shut the door Gina grabs your hands and squeals. "He's super cute right?"
"He's not bad to look at" you reply. "But he also seems a little... I don't know overconfident? Don't you think?" Gina pauses a moment before responding. "I don't know girl, I think he probably just feels awkward since he doesn't know us." She gasps as she comes up with an idea. "We should double team him y/n! We have the whole night to flirt with him and then bring him back to our hotel room". Gina clearly knows what she wants, you think to yourself. But you tell her you're in for this plan. In the back of your mind though your real plan is to set the two of them up and back off a little yourself. He seems a bit fake and over the top in your opinion. Plus Gina being into him makes him lose appeal for you.
By the time you guys take your seats again next to Antonio, the drinks are sititng on the table. "Oh hey you're back finally. Y/n, you want to try my drink? It's one of my favorites and I always order it when I visit Spain in the summers". You make a mental note that you were right about what you'd overheard before, he was from Spain after all. If nothing else, this guy might be useful showing you around in Madrid these first few weeks. Taking a careful sip of his drink, you realize it's actually really tasty... maybe even better than your own drink. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Antonio smirk a little at the sight of how much you seem to be enjoying his drink. "I'm gonna go use the bathroom too" he says, excusing himself from the table.
The second he leaves, Gina's hand shoots out to steal a sip of his drink too. "This shit is goood. Let's steal his drink while he's gone" she giggles. Shrugging, you decide why the heck not. It'll be funny and if it actually makes him mad, you can always pay for a new one. The two of you down his whole drink in 30 seconds flat and call the waiter over to order a round of 2 more tinto de veranos plus some margheritas at Gina's suggestion.
You feel a slight tinge of guilt as Antonio finally walks back toward the table. "You guys drank my whole drink?" You study his face, but he doesn't look angry at all. And if you're not mistaken, he might even look the slightest bit amused too.
10:30
An hour or so later, the table is crowded with empty drink glasses and the three of you have managed to get some good banter going. Gina's flirting has been slowly becoming bolder and bolder by the minute and she's started touching his shoulder and laughing a little too loudly at his jokes. Oddly enough he doesn't seem to have much of a reaction to any of this. By now you and Gina are also quite tipsy. You might not have realized you were tipsy either if it weren't for the fact that you actually are a bit bothered by the whole situation. You're unsure of why you feel bothered, but wanting to get over the feeling you finally speak up. "You guys want to find our second bar of the night? We should hit another one before the club later".
"Yeah I'm getting bored" Antonio responds almost immedietly.
pause. Time out. Even as I cut details out in this story.... the whole plot is way too much to write or read rn or it's' about to be whole novel. So major time skip is in order. Let's get to the smuttier part of this tale. Instead of writing alla that, here's a short version of what would have been next:
you guys make it to bar number 2
Gina breaks the pinky sworn promise much to your annoyance, and ends up downing 6 shots while you and Antonio have a couple each
Antonio does the right thing and helps you guys home since Gina can barely stand
Once you're at the hotel, Gina convinces you guys to play a few drinking games somehow
She sits in Antonio's lap and flirts in the meantime, and you finally start to realize you might actually want this man yourself
Gina ends up throwing up all over the place
You and Antonio go on a little adventure together to the front desk to get cleaning supplies and fix the now ruined hotel room and you finally get a chance to chat and lowkey trauma bond over everything that went down tonight
You mention to Antonio that you actually have emetophobia (fear of vomit) and are dreading spending the night with Gina
After you guys attempt to at least partially clean up and put Gina to bed, Antonio offers to have you come to his hotel instead to shower and get some sleep in a non-puke infested room
Now we shall pick up with the story with you arriving at the new hotel with Antonio. And I don't wanna hear any complaints cuz I know most people read my blog for the smut anyway
Antonio swipes his key card to get into his hotel room and you follow behind him nervously. You're a little bit stunned by how nice the room is. It's not very big, but a queen size bed takes up most of the space, and directly next to the bed something else catches your eye. A set of glass doors leads to a balcony overlooking the streets of Madrid. Antonio walks up behind you and remarks, "It's nice right? The balcony and everything. I'm going to hop in the shower real quick, but help yourself to some food while I'm gone" he says gesturing to the bowl of fruit on the small desk in front of his bed. Still a bit tipsy from all the drinking you've done tonight, you thank him and tell him you'll be enjoying the balcony while he gets cleaned up.
While he's gone, you slip outside onto the balcony and take in the view. Once again, you're hit with amazement at the fact you're in Spain right now. This whole night has been a whirlwind of emotions for you and your stomach begins to feel a bit queasy at the idea of being here. Not just in Spain, but in a man's hotel room. You'd been so preoccupied with the idea of escaping the puke infested room that you didn't even stop to think about what implications there may be to being in this guy's room late at night after a night of drinking. Antonio hadn't directly implied anything... but what if you had misread the situation? Was it possible he had plans with you after he got out of the shower?
Your thoughts are interrupted as Antonio walks out of the bathroom clothed in soccer shorts and a t-shirt, hair still dripping wet. "Hey. You get enough to eat?" he asks as he applies a hair cream to his dark wavy hair. Damn he looks good. Even standing there in his pjs and dripping wet you can't help but admire his dark features, sharp jawline, and tall stature. You nod in response blushing slightly. "Cool, you can shower now if you want. I guess you didn't bring a change of clothes though, so you'll have to borrow mine". Digging through a suitcase, he pulls out a pair of sweatpants that look about 5 sizes too big for you and a Spanish soccer jersey. You giggle at the sheer size of the pants but thank him as you slip into the bathroom.
Helping yourself to his soap in the shower you can't help but giggle a bit more as you realize you're about to smell like this man and then put on his clothes. What a crazy turn of events. Gina had been throwing herself at Antonio all night and now here you were playing house in his hotel room while she remained passed out and likely embarrassed in your own hotel room. A small tinge of guilt washes over you as you turn off the shower.
Walking out toward the bed again you see Antonio sprawled out on the bed scrolling on his phone. "Oh hey, sorry I didn't have anything smaller for you to wear. You look tiny swimming in my sweatpants" he laughs. "Haha don't worry about. I'm just happy to have something to wear to sleep". That last comment was very intentional on your part, you don't want Antonio to get the wrong idea and think you came over here just to get in his pants or anything. If he wants to just go to sleep no funny business, you are more than ok with it at this point having just met the guy. Plus you don't really trust your judgment right now considering how much you've had to drink.
"You look kinda cute in that jersey haha. I've had it since I was little so it's actually a bit small on me anyway". You do your best not to blush at the fact that he just called you cute and you sit at the end of the bed. "Umm so do you want to sleep or..." you ask. "I don't know about you but I'm actually not very tired right now. I can't stop thinking about how gross it was seeing Gina you know..."
"Yeah actually me either to be honest. That memory is gonna haunt me forever" you say with a shudder. Antonio waves his hand at you saying, "Come sit next to me. I don't bite. And we can play a game or something until we're both tired". Crawling across the bed, you take a seat next to him and tell him, "Sure. What kind of game?" He shrugs at you and suggests "How about a Russian roulette type of game? We can go into our photo albums on our phones and pick random numbers and then we have to show whichever photo it is".
"Sure that sounds fun. But honestly I don't really keep that many embarrassing photos in my album. I delete them all or put them in my hidden album".
"That's a good point. Most of mine are hidden too. How about we play with just the hidden album but we get 1 free pass in case it's something really crazy". That seems like a much higher stakes game and you half regret telling him about your hidden album, but it does sound exciting. "Alright let's do it". Each of you take a minute to count how many photos you have so that you can start picking numbers at random. Fuck. You don't remember having so many and it's a little bit embarrassing. And worse yet, a good number of them are nudes. "Ummm Antonio you go first. How many photos do you have?"
"I've got 56. so like 12 rows total. That's more than I remembered shit". Oh God. You have a lot more than that. "I uhhh have 108... so 22 rows" you admit. "Damn let's hope I get lucky then" he replies with a slight smirk. You can't believe he just said that. Well he is a 21 year old guy so you can't be that shocked, but still. Still a little nervous about the thought of him potentially seeing one of your many partial nudes, you decide to seize your opportunity to pick the first number. Maybe you could get lucky here too. "I'll go first!" you half yell in his face. "Row 3, photo 4" you blurt out.
Antonio scrolls to the top and stops at the photo you've picked. "Fuck not that one" he says quickly. "I'm gonna take my first skip". How disappointing. But also fair enough, you have more than a few photos in your own album you'd definitely want to skip. Antonio goes next selecting a random photo toward the top of your album. Shit its a fully topless mirror selfie. That might be a little much your first one. "Skip. I can't show this one either" you say covering your face a bit with embarrassment. "My turn to pick again! Let's do row 7, photo 3 this time". Antonio scrolls to the picture you selected and this time he laughs at the photo, remarking, "you can see this one. It's not that crazy". Flipping the photo around quickly, you catch a glimpse of Antonio wearing a tight black shirt that exposes his toned and slightly veiny arms, a chain necklace, and most excitingly of all... a helmet. The photo you've picked is Antonio riding down the freeway at night on top of a motorcycle. Antonio turns his phone back around quickly, but even that brief glimpse is enough to make your face heat up a bit as you realize once again that you are definitely attracted to this man.
Clearing your throat a but you ask, "So you ride a motorcycle? That's cool". He laughs a little, clearly amused at the way your face is suddenly flushed. "Yep. I'm actually kind of sad I won't be able to ride for the next three months while we're in Spain. Anyways, it's my turn". God you wish you'd gotten longer to stare at that photo. It wasn't much, but you could tell in the brief second you'd glimpsed at the photo that his body was toned and goddamn he looks good in black... and in that helmet... shit. You were definitely attracted to this man and there is also a very real chance you're going to end up showing him a topless photo of yourself any second now. "Ok photo number 2 in row number 7. And no skipping this time since you already used your one free pass".
Fuck. Your next photo is a picture of you topless perfectly cut off so just the bottom of your boobs is exposed. This was actually a photo you really liked of yourself. The lighting and the angle made it so that your breasts appeared much larger and perkier than they appeared in real life. But this was no fair. Your photo was ten times more inappropriate than his had been. Your brain races a mile a minute at the thought of showing him the photo. You could always lie and pick a different photo... Then again, this is a great chance to change the vibes of the whole night. Maybe just maybe it'll be you who gets lucky tonight too. Fuck it you turn your phone and show him the photo quickly just like he did before, only letting him see the picture for a few seconds.
"Damn. I was not expecting that..." he trails off for a second. Feeling the blood rush to your cheeks again you yell "OK! YOUR TURN AGAIN! ROW 16 PHOTO 1!!!" Not wanting to dwell on the embarrassing photo you just showed him. Catching on to the fact that you're embarrassed, Antonio obliges without further comments. Flashing his phone for a second, you peak at a photo of him flexing shirtless in the mirror. You take notice of the v-line and happy trail peaking out of his sweatpants and the sexy veins up and down his arms and hands. God you want those hands wrapped around your throat like a necklace. There's a nervous shift in the air as both of you are slightly embarrassed and don't quite know what to do next. Before you have a chance to comment, Antonio speaks up. "Hey what size bra do you wear?"
You're shocked at the question, but the way he asks so casually makes you compelled to actually entertain his question. Instead of answering simply though you tell him "guess". To your surprise, he entertains your little guessing game and tells you "it's hard to guess when I only saw the photo for a second, but I can kind of see them through my jersey you're wearing. C cup?" he offers. "Not a terrible guess" you reply, trying to keep your cool. There's definitely an unmistakable shift in energy at this point. Both of you appear to be testing the waters a bit with the other, trying to gauge if the other is implying anything here. Antonio speaks up again to suggest "truth or dare?" You're a bit caught off guard but don't want to show it, so you reply simply, "dare".
Antonio's face lights up. "There's probably no one out on the street by now...Flash the street" he says calmly. Ok you weren't expecting that. This guy is full of surprises for sure, but you don't want to chicken out now so you make your way over to the balcony doors. As the cold air hits your face you feel your heart start to race. Are you really going to flash the street just because this handsome stranger suggested it? I mean sure you're still tipsy and he's pretty good looking and charismatic... but are you that tipsy? Enough to do something this bold? Antonio is right that there are only a few people down below at this time of night. You look back at him sitting there on the bed expectantly grinning a bit. Your heart skips a beat. Ok let's do this y/n why the fuck not? You're only in Spain once you tell yourself again.
You lift your shirt exposing your bare chest to the mostly empty streets below you. Thank God you're on the third story so there's less chance of anyone noticing. The cold air hits you harshly making your nipples turn erect. You let your shirt fall back over your breasts after a few seconds, eager to close the balcony doors again. "See that wasn't so hard was it?" Antonio calls out from behind you. You turn and see him giving you a shit eating grin and there's a glimmer in his eye. You have a feeling he's not done with you just yet.
After everything he's done with you so far tonight, you're no longer surprised when the words "Now show me" leave his lips next. Yet you can't help but squeal and yell "NO!" in his face feeling embarrassed for what must be the ten thousandth time tonight. Secretly though you hope he insists on it because maybe just maybe, you want him to see. You want his eyes to wander all over your body and take you all in. Maybe you want him to initiate a lot more with you tonight now that you're all alone and there's been a clear shift in the energy between the two of you. "Y/N. Show me." he says in a low voice. "Come here" he says patting the spot next to him on the bed.
Obeying him this time you walk over and remain standing at the foot of the bed and you lift your shirt back up showing off your body nervously. "Fuck they look even better in person. Now come here" he says sternly once again patting the bed. You make your way over slowly still holding your shirt up and take your placed next to him in the bed. "Can I touch them?" he asks in much gentler tone not wanting to scare you away. "Ok" you say in a whisper. Antonio reaches out gently groping your breasts and he tentatively brushes a finger over your nipples, making you shiver slightly under his touch. "You want to take it all the way off?" He asks you in a softer voice. You nod your head and help him take off the jersey, tossing it aside on the floor. "Can I touch you more?" He asks. Once more nodding your head at him, Antonio wastes no time sliding his hand down your stomach toward your oversized sweats.
Not yet bold enough to unclothe you fully, he cups your heat in the palm of his hand and you can't help but moan softly in reaction. Slowly rubbing circles against your clothed heat, he somehow manages to hit your bundle of nerves just right almost immediately. You've never met a man quite this gentle yet sure of himself before. You can't help but be impressed by how quickly he's figured out exactly where to touch you too. It's not long before you're moaning and bucking your hips lightly against his hand. You begin to grow desperate for more friction as he continues slowly, taking his time to get to know your body and see how you react to his movement.
"Antonio?" you finally speak up. "Can we...maybe skip to the good part?" He laughs at your eagerness, but he stops what he's doing and moves in front of you on the bed. "Let's warm you up first ok? I promise to give you what you want, but I want to make sure she's dripping wet first." With that, he grabs the waste band of your sweats and tugs them off along and discards them along with the jersey that's been long forgotten on the floor. Antonio grips your thighs and pulls them apart, exposing your pussy to him finally. "Fuck you're already wet" he says reaching out to touch you. He rubs his hands along your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers. Finally he sticks a finger in and curls up into your g-spot almost immediately, making you cry out in pleasure. Fuck he's good at this. He continues stroking your g-spot with the curl of his finger getting you wetter and wetter by the second. It isn't long before he slides a second finger inside of you, causing your hips to buck up again seeking further pleasure.
Then all at once, he pulls his fingers out and gets up from the bed. "Where are you going?" you ask desperately. He laughs at you again, responding "I'm grabbing a condom don't worry. Keep touching yourself." Walking back toward the bed you notice the way his dick strains against his shorts leaving a large print. Fuck. He looks big. No wonder he wanted you to warm up first. Making his way back over to the bed, Antonio slips his shorts off and you watch as his hard member springs free and smack against his abs, standing straight up. You feel a little bit proud of yourself knowing you're the cause of his own arousal, and you start stroking your clit a bit faster, eager to take his dick inside you.
Taking a seat on the bed once again he instructs you to suck his cock. Still slightly intoxicated, you hope you'll be able to do a good job. You kneel in front of Antonio and place your lips tentatively around his tip, using your other hand to begin stroking his hard cock. It feels big in your small hands and you're worried you won't be able to take all of him. Swirling your tongue around his dick, you can tell Antonio is eager for more too as he grabs the back of your head and hisses with pleasure. You begin to take his dick further into your mouth and tentatively start bobbing your head up and down while you continue stroking the shaft with your hand. Antonio lets out a low moan as his grip on your hair tightens. Then to your surprise, he pulls your head back, putting a stop to what you're doing just as you had started getting into it. "Why'd you stop me?"
"Sorry my dick is getting sensitive and I don't want to come before we even get started." You giggle and sit back on your heels. Finally you watch as Antonio tears the condom open with his teeth and slides it down his hard dick. "Come here", he says, patting his lap. "I'll let you ride so you can dictate the pace". You quickly take your place hovering over his dick and slowly lower yourself onto his dick, hissing a bit as your entrance stretches to take him in. "Fuck you're so big" you moan as you slowly continue until you're sure you've taken his entire length in. You can feel the tip of his dick brush against your cervix. Taking care not to hurt yourself with the slightly uncomfortable stretch, you take a minute before you're ready to begin moving. Then slowly but surely, you begin to roll your hips forward grinding into him. Antonio's hands find their way to your hips, where he grips you hard and fights not to take over and dictate the pace himself so he doesn't hurt you.
You begin to move up and down a bit, wanting to make sure Antonio is getting as much pleasure out of this as you are. Antonio bites his lip in an attempt to hold himself back, but it isn't long before he snaps and his grip on your hips tightens even more. "Fuck y/n, I need to move I can't stay still any longer" he says as his hips snap up, ramming his cock into you. You cry out as a wave of pleasure and pain washes over you. Antonio starts to fuck you from beneath all while controlling your body with his hands, he starts rocking your hips into his own in a rolling motion. "Feels good right?" he asks you looking at your face, your eyes rolling back with pleasure. "Oh God. I'm in heaven Antonio. I might come like this" Antonio rams his hips into you hard in response causing you to moan loudly. "Antonio please fuck me" you cry out. "Fuck you're eager aren't you" he asks with a devilish grin, then to your surprise he spanks your ass. Fuck that was hot.
Suddenly, Antonio pulls out. He grabs you and flips you over onto your stomach. Manhandling you some more, he bends your body into doggy and slides his dick into you again from behind, filling you up just right.
To be continued...
This is the 1st chapter of a story I'd like to write if there's enough interest. I will be changing the theme of my blog as I'm no longer interested in only writing k-pop content for a male audience. If this story gets enough traction, I will turn it into a "Spanish Biker Boy" series! So stay tuned, and I look forward to a new era for my blog!
Hi everyone! I want to thank all of my followers for interacting with my content for the last couple of years. I know most of you read my blog for male reader k-pop content and I appreciate all the support thus far, but I am going to be making a major change to my blog.
I'm no longer keeping up with k-pop, so I'd like to begin a new blog outside my k-pop content. Starting with my first new post, which will be coming out tonight at 10:30 pm PDT, I will be posting some male x female reader content. I plan to do an ongoing series about a Spanish biker boy and female reader, so stay tuned for the first episode tonight. The first story will be posted to this blog as well as my new one. Follow @RitosFantazies to follow along.
Again I apologize for the total shift in content and thank you all for the support. Here's to a new era :)
Forever ago I said I’d write this oneshot for Johnny, but I haven’t been in the headspace to write for a while. Today I randomly felt the inspiration to write a bit. I apologize if it doesn’t read well, I may or may not have written it while high af. It took way longer than I thought it would to lead into the actual sex part of the story, so there’s not really any smut in this yet. I’ll try to return later and write the actual smut later, but in the mean time enjoy whatever this is 🤩
Johnny x male reader
General summary: Johnny jerks you off after practice as a reward for getting through a really long day despite being super sore from yesterday’s activities
Reader is having a really hard time keeping it together with all the stress of being an idol
Johnny has been mentoring him and helping him get into shape
Johnny drags him to the car straight after practice seeing that reader is on the verge of breaking down
“Fuck this is exhausting!” you exclaim pushing back your hair that’s sticking to your forehead from all the sweat. “I don’t know why this choreography just isn’t getting through my head. And I’m tired and sore and I just wanna be done for the day so bad!!” Your throat stings from all the cardio you’ve been getting and your thighs shake under you, threatening to give way and send you collapsing onto the floor. You’d been obsessing over looking perfect for the performance that’s quickly approaching. Every free second of the day was spent in a practice room or with Jonny at the gym. He’d been so patient with you the last two weeks, really taking you under his wing. Johnny had made it his personal mission to get you whipped into shape before the upcoming reward show stage with the rest of NCT 127. The two of you had spent a lot of time together recently and you were of course naturally becoming closer. Johnny was harsh on you though, always manhandling your body into the correct form whether you were lifting weights improperly at the gym or doing the choreo slightly wrong. It had left you feeling a weird mix of admiration for the man mixed with a slight fear of his stearnness… and maybe, just maybe, it made you feel a tiny bit turned on feeling his harsh glare and his strong hands around your body guiding you to where you needed to be…
“You done complaining y/n?” asks Johnny from his place on the floor in front of you. He sits in front of the practice room mirror where he’s been for the last 3 hours straight helping you drill your choreography. “I know you’ve been working hard all day baby. But I think you can nail it if you go one or two more times y/n.” Fuck did he just say baby? Did you hear him right?. Maybe the tension you’d been feeling between the two of you the last couple weeks wasn’t all in your head after all. Too exhausted and sore to get your hopes up just yet though, you respond in a whining voice“Johnny I can’t. My whole body hurts and I can barely even move anymore. What’s the point? The performance is so soon anyways I’m not gonna get any better.” You expect Johnny to scold you and tell you to run it again, but instead you see a glimmer in his eyes and the start of a smirk spreading across his face. “Keep going until I tell you it’s satisfactory, and I’ll surprise you with a reward baby. How does that sound?” There it was again. “Baby”. You were certainly intrigued to say the least. Before you even have a chance to respond, Johnny hits play on the music again and you get back into position for another shot at the choreo.
Your legs are still shaking, but you do your best to keep it together and run the song again. Every ounce of your concentration goes into perfecting the dance, hoping that this will finally be the last run through. You put on your best show and move with every bit of energy you’ve got left, sweat spraying across the room as you move to the beat. Finally, the song’s end comes to an end and you finish and then fall to the ground. Rolling over onto your back, you peer up at the ceiling through hooded eyes and Johnny moves into your field of vision. His head hovers over you, making his necklace dangle over your face. “I won’t lie to you, you still have more work to do y/n. But you’re getting better for sure. You worked hard today and you looked good doing it. Come on” he said, holding a hand out to you to help you off the floor. You ignore his outreached hand and instead meet his eyes and ask “Johnny. Is it really still bad? Be honest. I need to know if it sucked”. Tears prickle at your eyes and Johnny’s smirk down at you on the ground quickly fades. He scoops you up onto your feet and places his hands on your shoulders. “Y/n. You don’t suck at all. It was really fucking good! I’m just being hard on you because I wanted you to keep improving. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
Somehow Johnny’s words of encouragement make you feel worse, as if he’s lying to you just to make you feel better. “Baby don’t worry about it ok. You looked really good. Like I said before. How about that reward?” He tilts your head up at him and you notice that same glimmer enter his eyes again. It hits you too that he’s got his hands on you again, manipulating your movement the way he so often does. You let him grab your hand and guide you toward the door to finally leave the SM building. The two of you walk toward his car in the parking lot to go home, but to your surprise Johnny leads you both toward the back doors of the car instead of the driver’s and passenger’s seats. “Are we not going home? Johnny I’m so exhausted and I just wanna lie down and cr-
Your words are cut off as Johnny shuts the door and aggressively presses his lips against yours. You’re a little caught off guard at first, after all you didn’t even know if he was gay, but it doesn’t take any convincing for you to kiss him back passionately. Johnny’s hands waste no time exploring your body, and settling around your waist where he can easily control your small body against his. Pulling back a little, Johnny is the first to speak. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that y/n. Watching you train at the gym and in the studio has been turning me on for the longest time.” You smack his chest and ask him “why did you wait so long to do anything about it? You think I’m not thinking the same thing staring at your muscles every day? Or feeling your hands around my waist while we work on the dance? I’ve been spending all this time worrying and feeling stupid and you were interested in me the whole time??”
“I was waiting until I was sure you felt the same way” He shrugged. “What the fuck Johnny. I’ve been trying to hide a boner like ten times a day because of yo- He cuts you off again with a kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring a bit, while one arm wraps around your lower back. He lowers you down on your back in the backseat while continuing his attack on your lips. “You taste salty” he whispers as he pulls away slightly to remove his shirt. The sight of Johnny’s impressive muscles makes your dick jump in your pants. For once, you do nothing to hide it. You want to fuck Johnny. And it looks like he wants to fuck you too
feeling extra stubby tonight or something so... type of sex ilichil give idk if you get my prompt idea sorry
from roughest to softest, the vibes are
yuta is def the kinkiest of all of them. he'd be into rough shit, crazy shit, all that. literally ANYTHING you can think of, he'll prob try it once......... but he's also a big softie. kinky sex is fun and all, but sometimes the bare basics is what can make his entire week a million times better. he always has to be on top tho. he doesn't fuck w being on bottom, even while he's still in control.
johnny's got a rough side to him that's close to yuta's but not quite as dedicated to that extent lol. he can appreciate the typical kinky stuff, like bondage and whatnot, but the REAL crazy shit is for yuta to handle. johnny's an ass guy through and through, and i can imagine him pinning someone down beneath him and cooing for them to just hold still as he uses their ass to get himself off, and their whines and pleas for him to slow down only get him closer to the edge. i think he's a strict dom who makes sure his subs are following the rules and being obedient. if they step out of line, a good spanking or a roough fuck never hurt anyone.
jaehyun's breeding kink is THROUGH the roof-- i sound like a broken record on this topic, but it's just so true, man. he's not strict like johnny and he's not insanely kinky like yuta. he's into the good old fashion daddy kink where he pins his subs down and whispers in their ear, "i'm gonna fill you up...... and then keep fucking you until your legs stop working......." some light bondage always helps him out, so he's not opposed. after he cums, though, and needs a break, that doesn't mean his subs get a break. he'll lean down and use his mouth to lick up the mess he made and get them off in the process before he's ready to go for another round.
doyoung lovessss himself some silk ropes while edging his subs to no end. he's a soft dom who gets off on his sub' pleasure, so he'll spend hours having them tied up with toys getting them off while he watches. he'll use his mouth, his fingers, his cock-- he'll do whatever it takes to see his sub all fucked out and babbling, "th-thank you--" when another forced orgasm washes over them. they know it's pointless to beg him to stop. so long as they're cumming-- whether it hurts or not-- he'll be happy.
haechan's the type of switch to get back at his dom for everything they did to him. he's petty like that. they edged him for an hour? well, he'll edge them for two! they ruined his orgasms? he'll do one better, ruining an orgasm, edging them, ruining, making them cum, overstimming, edging, then another ruin. they tied him up and left him squirming on the bed for hours as punishment for touching without permission? well, yuta taught him a thing or two about bondage. they fucked him until he was drooling into the sheets? he'll fuck them until they're covered in his cum and even more of it is leaking out of every hole. "did i prove my point yet?" he teases. sure he did........ but they're also going to have their way with him next time the roles are reversed again.
mark's the vanilla-est of vanilla doms. BUT. pleasure dom. he could spend his entire life laying on his stomach, using his mouth to get his subs off as they pull on his hair and beg for more. he could die on the spot due to cuteness aggression whenever he's balls-deep and they tell him to go faster. he thinks it's cute they can decide what he does. he's still in charge, but their begging is adorable, so he'll let them go for it in vain. the way he lets everyone know that he owns them is by having his cum seep out of their holes nearly every day.
taeyong doesn't like to dom often since he's already got a million things going on, he doesn't need to be thinking of what to do with a sub. but when he's really, really pissed off, a different person comes out- like doyoung, he'll tie them up, like johnny he'll make sure they follow every rule perfectly or else they'll be punished, and like jaehyun he wants to make sure they're claimed by filling them up nice and deep. honestly, in that headspace, his sub is just a hole for him to use to get off. no one's opposed to that. if it helps taeyong relax and bounce back after a hard day, who's to deny him the stress relief of making a sub cry as he face fucks them?
on the RARE occasion jungwoo doms........ very rare. he's somewhere between haechan and doyoung where he wants to get back at them for everything he had to endure, but he also wants to make them feel so so good that they'll remember it next time he's subbing and is begging for reprieve. even while domming he'll still ask for permission to cum, which kind of defeats the point of domming, but at least he still pulls on their hair and tells them that they're being good for him.
Felix flipped over to his left side unable to sleep. He normally found your softly breathing next to him to be super relaxing, but tonight he just couldn’t get comfortable enough to relax and drift off, and you were partly to blame. You wouldn’t stop tossing and turning, and the noise was keeping Felix awake. Why won’t y/n fucking stay still oh my god He thought to himself.
1:36 am
Felix had drifted off at last. But y/n shifted in their sleep yet again running into Felix in the process. Your body was now pressed firmly against Felix’s causing him to wake up begrudgingly. He turned to face you and wrap his arms around you, pulling you in. He hoped you’d relax into his arms and stay still for the rest of the night. Y/n seemed to have other plans though as they shifted even closer so that he could now feel your breath against his chest. “Felix.” You whispered in your sleep. Felix sighed and stroked your hair knowing you were still half asleep and it was going to be a looong night for him. “Felix!” You said again in a an unmistakeable whiny voice. “Y/n?” He asked, “What’s wrong baby”? He figured you must be having a bad dream, so he continued stroking your hair in an attempt to soothe you…that is until you let out a quiet moan. Felix’s hand froze. Did he hear that correctly? Was his baby moaning in their sleep?
He sat up and looked down at your cute little face all scrunched up while you whined once more with your eyes squeezed shut. Careful not to wake you just yet, he slowly pulled the blanket off your body taking notice of the way you bucked your hips lightly. “Y/n” he whispered. “Wake up baby.” Y/n stayed fast asleep. Growing impatient, Felix decided he couldn’t wait any longer for you. After all, you’d kept him up all night already. Taking matters into his own hands, he scooped you up and began to make his way toward your shared bathroom, earning a frightened yelp from you. Now finally awake, you asked “Felix? What’s going on? Why did you wake me up?”
“Be patient baby. You’ll see” he said, stepping into the shower and turning it on. He walked back over to you and placed his lips on yours taking your bottom lip into his mouth, causing you to moan once more. Slowly, he made his way down your neck marking you up until he made it to the only article of clothing you wore to bed (his boxers), and tugged them off of you seeing that you were already wet for him after your sex dream and the make out session, and causing his own member to grow making a rather obvious tent. After removing his own boxers, he scooped you up again placing his arm around your waist, and he continued making out with you as he slowly backed into the shower.
Apologies again for taking FOREVER to post the full fic 😅 I kinda didn’t know how to write smut before… but here we go! Smut starts here—>
“Felix!” Is all you manage to get out before Felix has you slammed against the shower wall, water spraying you both as he does. His lips crash against yours and he slides his tongue into your mouth hungrily. Pulling away for a minute he comments “you taste so good love”. The water soaks his long blond locks and drips down his face, making him appear sexier by the second. He looks even better than he did in your dream.
“Lix” you moan out, “you look so fucking hot right now”. He responds by moving to suck on your neck again, pressing his thigh to your core to help you gain more pleasure. Your body responds immediately as you move to grind lightly against Felix’s thigh. The feeling it gives you makes you grow hornier and hornier until you can’t stand it. “Felix! Please. I need more” you say as you buck your hips in the air while he pulls away from your neck. “Whatever you need y/n” he replies, sinking to his knees.
Felix places a kiss against your core before beginning slow with a few kitten licks. You can barely stand it he’s being so slow and gentle. Attempting to gain more friction, you push your hips toward his face. “Be patient y/n” he scolds as he grabs your hips firmly to hold you in place. The veins in his forearms pop out slightly from the force behind his grip and the water continues dripping down his chin. All you can do is bite down on your lip to hold yourself back as Felix continues using his tongue painfully slow. Finally you feel his mouth speed up and he begins pushing you further into his mouth. He continues his assault with his lips and his tongue while practically growling around your core. You almost get whiplash with how quickly he’s changed the pace. It isn’t long before you’re warning him “Felix I’m so close. I’m gonna-“ your words are cut off when he suddenly rams his entire cock inside you causing you to finish all at once around his dick.
You scream out in pleasure… but Felix doesn’t let up at all. Instead he begins ramming into you hard and fast, using your cum as lube around his thick cock. “Felix! It’s too much” you whimper. “Aw is my baby a little overstimulated?” He growls out in his deep voice. “This is what you get for keeping me up all night. I’m gonna fuck you so good until you’re exhausted. How does that sound y/n?” Your body starts to go slightly limp in his grasp, but you manage to squeak out a quiet “yessir. I’ll do whatever you want Felix.” He smirks and manhandles you until your hands are pressed against the wall and your body is bent over so he can take you from behind. Your exhausted body is being held up by his strong arms, and you can’t help but feel turned on again by how dominant your boyfriend has suddenly become.
It isn’t long before you feel another orgasm building up. You can tell Felix is getting close too from the way his thrusts have grown more and more sloppy. Suddenly you feel the band snap inside you and you’re coming again around his hard cock. “Fuck y/n I can feel you squeezing my dick. It feels amaz-“ he gets cut off as his own orgasm hits him shortly after yours. He pulls out and grabs your chin, guiding you toward another passionate kiss. And before you can protest, his finger slides inside you. “Fuck!” You scream out, still feeling overwhelmed from your most recent orgasm. “Felix I don’t think I can cum again” you whine against his lips. “Think again baby. I bet you’ve got one more left in you.” You nod at him pathetically, knowing he won’t take no for an answer.
His lips wander all over your body, leaving marks on your neck. Then your chest. Then your thighs. Meanwhile his hand continues pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. Your legs shake as you try to hold yourself up, but you’re feeling more and more overstimulated. Seeing you struggle to stand, Felix moves back up to your lips and places another kiss before wrapping his free arm around your lower back for support. “Come for me baby. I can tell you’re getting tired” he whispers in your ear. Fuck. You feel your strongest orgasm washing over you and your vision begins to go black. You’re so lost in your own pleasure you don’t notice that you’ve just ejaculated all over Felix’s torso. You hear his giggle and snap out of it, finally opening your eyes. “That was amazing.” He says staring at your fluids all over his abs. His amusement then turns to concern as he looks at your tired and embarrassed face.
“Let’s get you cleaned up yeah?” You simply nod in response and let Felix take over. You continue to drift in and out of consciousness, but Felix holds you up and gently rinses you off in the shower before drying you off with a towel. He then carries you back to bed wrapped in his bath robe and tucks you in. “Goodnight y/n” he whispers. The last thing you remember is him placing a kiss to your forehead and telling you he loves you before you both doze off for real finally.
| aurora's note: not explicitly part of my poly!ilichil book (so no mention of reyna)
Movie night in the house was fairly chill. It wasn’t mandatory, and the film was always chosen at random by whoever pulled the highest number out of a baseball cap, so if someone didn’t care for the movie that the winner decided on, then they could go do whatever else they wanted. For the most part, though, the boys always stayed. Especially ever since their conflicting schedules prevented all eight of them from being in the same room at once. Taeyong was still in the military, Yuta was in Japan to promote his tour, and within the next few weeks Mark and Haechan would embark on the European leg of their tour while Jaehyun would enlist. A house filled with you and eight men was slowly losing its numbers. Soon it would just be you and three others… That was a shitty feeling… So the boys tried to make their time together count, even if it was only six out of eight of them in the house.
When you came home from work, the boys started pulling numbers out of a hat while you changed into pajamas. By the time you were changed and fit to relax for the night, Haechan was in the kitchen eating a bowl of ice cream, Mark disappeared, Jaehyun and Johnny were looking on an iPad at what new manga sets Johnny should buy, and Doyoung and Jungwoo were making themselves comfortable on the couch in their usual spots.
“Who won?” you asked, plopping down on the empty couch perpendicular to the wall with the big TV.
“You did,” Jungwoo replied. He tossed the TV remote at you, hardly giving you the chance to realize what he said and catch the remote before it could hit you in the nose.
“Where’s Mark?”
Johnny turned off his iPad. “Doing skin care upstairs. He said we can start watching without him… I think Chenle’s going to try to convince him to play some video games, too, so I wouldn’t count on him sticking around.” He reclined in the love seat next to Doyoung and Jungwoo’s couch while Jaehyun sprawled out in the empty space in the middle of the room, since they had to evacuate the coffee table in order to make room for everyone. “He’s exhausted and stressed from working on the last few songs for his album.”
“And Hyuck?”
“He’ll join us when he’s done eating.”
“He’s tired from rehearsals,” Jaehyun said quietly.
You started scrolling through Netflix for a movie you wanted to watch. “They’re both drained. I can’t believe the company’s already talking about another Dream tour next year.”
“Yeah, well, it was supposed to be us, but…” Doyoung stared at the back of Jaehyun’s bleached blonde head. “Anyhow.” He sighed.
Jungwoo shifted to get comfortable, cuddling up against Doyoung who laid back against the armrest of the couch so that Jungwoo could lay against his chest. “Can we watch an anime?”
“It’s not your night to pick,” Johnny warned.
“You were thinking the same thing!”
“It’s not my night to pick either.”
To appease the boys, however, you went to another streaming service to find The Boy and the Heron, a film which more than half of the room hadn’t seen yet, and it was anime to make them happy. The four content smiles in the room told you everything you needed to know. And as the movie, they all settled happily, their focus solely on the film, which left you smiling too as you got comfortable under a blanket.
Mark returned later like he promised. About fifteen minutes into the film, he made an appearance in his pajamas, his hair wet from showering, his face bare with all of his makeup and daytime skin care washed away in order to cover his face with his nighttime routine. You looked up at him as he entered the living room, hesitating for a moment while he considered his options for where to sit or lay down. There was some room next to Johnny on the love seat if he scooted over, Jungwoo and Doyoung took up the entire couch facing the TV head on, there was room next to you if you sat up, and if Jaehyun didn’t lay down in the very middle of the room there was space for Mark to lay down too. However, no one budged except for you. Mark sat on the floor with his back pressed against the couch you were on so that he was between your legs— Even though he could’ve sat on the couch with you if he wanted. It seemed he was more comfortable down there. Tiredly, Mark’s head fell against the inside of your left calf while both of you silently watched the movie, his hands gently massaging your ankles until you got the hint that he wanted to be played with too, so you started combing your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp, massaging sore spots to help with any stress or headaches he had. Mark immediately melted.
“When do you need to call Chenle?” you whispered down to him, scratching behind his ear like he were a dog or a cat.
He shook his head slightly. “I told him I’m busy with you guys.”
Though he couldn’t see you, you were smiling behind him,scratching your fingers through his hair from his forehead down to his neck. He shivered then melted further into you. He was cute, like a pet, when he was tired and wanted to just fall asleep and forget about all of his worries.
But then in came the menace known as Haechan who was done with his ice cream and had cleaned his dishes before entering to sit and watch the second half of the film with you guys. Rather than taking a moment to decide where he was going to plop down, Haechan made his way directly over to you and Mark before he dropped to the ground and put his head on Mark’s lap and his feet on Jaehyun’s thighs— Both boys looked at Haechan with a questioning look before surrendering since there was no use in fighting against Haechan.
“Oh, fuck, Mark—” Haechan squirmed on the ground then flipped over and pushed himself up to look at the man sitting between your legs.
Mark hid his face against your leg. “Sorry.”
“What is it?” Jungwoo pried with his interest piqued, just like the rest of the group.
“He’s got a hard-on just from having his hair played with!”
You hesitated, to which Mark whined and nuzzled his face into you some more— Both to hide his embarrassment but also because he so desperately wanted you to keep going. But once he knew that everyone was looking at him instead of the movie, Mark started brushing Haechan off so that he could stand, while he muttered something about taking care of it and coming back soon. Both you and Haechan worked together to sit Mark back down after you silently shared a thought that it could be handled there. Afterall, you were responsible for getting him worked up… and Haechan was the one impacted by the distraction the most because his pillow was a bit hard.
Mark looked around panicked. “I’m sorry—”
You comforted him by running your hands through his hair again, then you leaned in to kiss his cheek lovingly, which put his guard down enough for Haechan to lay on his stomach between Mark’s legs. Mark was a bit distracted by your touches and kisses to care about the way Haechan was pulling Mark’s pajamas down just enough so that his erection sprung out.
Some of the boys sighed and shifted so that their focus was turned more on the TV rather than what was transpiring on the couch to their left. You, however, was focused on keeping Mark distracted some more. Haechan was being wicked, having his way by slowly rolling the tip of his thumb over Mark’s tip while he stared at you with innocent doe-eyes that nearly made you pull both him and Mark upstairs so that you could fuck them until they were too tired to keep their eyes open any longer. And Haechan got cocky once he saw that look in your eyes. He grinned while he began jerking Mark off at a slow pace, just to test the waters, get him worked up some more before the next part went underway.
His gaze glued to yours, and Mark’s eyes rolling to the back of his head, Haechan wrapped his lips around Mark’s tip.
“Shit, Hyuck—” Mark squirmed between your legs. “Your mouth’s fucking freezing.” Must’ve been from the ice cream.
But that didn’t deter Haechan. With his eyes closed, he lowered his mouth down all the way until Mark’s cock hit the back of his throat, causing Mark to whimper and roll his hips until Haechan put a hand on Mark’s hip to force him to stay still. As Hyuck started slowly bobbing his head, Mark let go. His moans and pleas for more were disrupting the movie, yet the others tried their best to stay focused, so you decided to help them out by giving Mark two of your fingers for him to suck on. He did so eagerly. The second he latched onto your fingers, his moans were muffled around them instead of covering up the sound of the movie, and as his tongue swirled and stuck between your fingers, you saw him still trying to fight against Haechan.
“Go slower,” Jaehyun instructed quietly without even looking over at them. “You want it to feel good, don’t rush it.”
Haechan rolled his eyes, as if to say to you, the only person who could see it, that he knew what he was doing, he didn’t need directions. However, Johnny caught it.
“Don’t roll your eyes at us.”
Haechan groaned sexually while slowing his movements and grinding his hips against the carpet. His hands moved from holding Mark’s base and hip to Mark’s muscular thighs so that he had something to ground himself on while he tried to maintain a slow and tortuous pace that had Mark panting against your fingers while mumbling more pleas for Haechan to go fast again, but he didn’t listen. Unfortunate side effects of both of them being switches. On the off chance the two of them wanted to play together and Haechan was the one in the Dominant mood, there was nothing Mark could say or do to have the younger man listen listen to him. Go faster only ever encouraged Haechan to continue going slow. Touch my balls made Haechan avoid them. Let me cum urged Haechan to pull away completely.
And that was exactly what happened.
When Mark popped your fingers out of his mouth suddenly to moan out, “Please let me cum,” Haechan pulled his mouth away. Johnny smirked from his comfortable spot on the opposite side of the living room. Haechan, though seemingly inclined to torture Mark further, didn’t have much energy in him to edge Mark all night, so he went back to licking around Mark’s tip slowly, cleaning up the mess of pre-cum mixed with saliva.
“Please,” Mark croaked, tilting his head up to look at you. The boys weren’t going to save him because they were too invested in the film, but you could take pity on him— Especially in the state he was in. He was so tired… so overwhelmed with the Dream tour, his solo album, the upcoming 127 concert in January, and all the projects on his plate the following year. “Please…” That got you.
Though you hardly had any sway over Haechan’s Dominant side— At least not like Johnny, Yuta, and Jaehyun did— you reached over Mark’s shoulder to put your free hand on the back of Haechan’s head, pushing him down, watching as he took every inch of Mark into his mouth again before you told him quietly to ignore Jaehyun’s instructions. All he needed to do was make Mark feel good, then both of them could rest. That was what they wanted, right? To relax, enjoy everyone's company, and not worry about a thing? You would do that for him if he was a good boy and made Mark cum.
Haechan took the lead again, rapidly getting Mark off, even bringing one of his hands up to jerk off Mark’s base and gently massage his balls. Mark’s hands found your ankles which he grabbed onto for dear life. He was so happy. He was back to moaning with relief and excitement, his orgasm building quickly, his hips bucking around again since there was no more fight from Haechan to stop him.
“Please, please, please, can I cum?” he begged desperately, his nails digging into your skin.
Your touch drifted from Haecha’s head to Mark’s chin so that you could hold him steady while pressing him against the couch and tilting his head up again so that you could see his face when you whispered those magic words, “You can cum.”
Mark’s face twisted with pleasure as he started cumming down Haechan’s throat. Jungwoo’s attention was caught slightly, his own hips rolling around in the hopes for Doyoung to start giving him some kind of relief, but he was ignored for the sake of the climax of the movie that had the rest of the boys involved.
Haechan’s own moans vibrated against Mark. He whined and jolted, the last of his high passing and turning into a blissful touch of overstimulation that stole Mark’s breath. Haechan was grinning. Mouth full of cock, cum leaking out, his cheeks red and eyes glazed over with lust. Haechan looked beautiful. Perfect, even.
“Okay, okay, don’t be mean,” you said, releasing Mark’s chin and reaching to tap Haechan’s cheek.
On his way up, Haechan licked up all of the cum that escaped his mouth, cleaning up every bit of the mess he made since Mark had already showered, and both of you could see how spent he was, his entire body and mind already giving into his exhaustion.
“Why don’t you get cleaned up and head to bed early?”
Mark slumped his back against the couch and rested his cheek on your knee. “Give me a bit.”
Haechan put Mark’s pants on properly then rolled over to lay down his head on Mark’s lap as he had intentionally meant to. Now he was more comfortable.
By the end of the movie, Mark and Haechan were asleep at your feet, the two of them quietly snoring, Mark’s hands still glued to your ankles so that you couldn’t escape without waking him. Jaehyun was mindlessly massaging Haechan’s feet that were on his stomach when he made a comment about how maybe they should use Haechan to wear the two of them out more often— Specifically whenever Haechan would throw a hissy fit about being sent to bed early after working overtime at the office for a couple of days in a row. Johnny laughed and turned off the TV. Jungwoo tiredly sat up and began dragging a tired Doyoung upstairs with him, but it seemed that rather than cuddling and sleeping, Jungwoo had half a mind of getting rid of his erection too with Doyoung’s help upstairs.
“What do I do about this?” You gestured to how Mark had you trapped.
Johnny stood from the love seat. “Sure you can’t sleep like that?” he joked. When you rolled your eyes, he and Jaehyun came to your rescue. Slowly, Johnny woke up Mark while Jaehyun woke up Haechan. Both of them whined complaints when they opened their eyes. “Come on, you’ll be more comfortable upstairs.” Jaehyun lifted Hyuck to his feet first before corralling him upstairs, then Johnny leaned over to pull Mark up to his feet, messing with his hair with a giggle. “Go on.”
Tiredly, Mark trudged up the stairs to his room.
“Thanks,” you said when Johnny helped you to your feet.
“Thanks for compromising on a movie tonight.”
“Well, I didn’t pay attention for most of it anyhow.”
Johnny chuckled, and with his hand in yours, he began leading you upstairs. “At least you had fun, right?” When you nodded, he smiled. “You should sleep in their bed tonight, since they’re leaving for tour soon.”
Mark wobbled into Haechan’s bedroom. You heard some annoyed whispering back and forth, followed by the thump of a body collapsing on a mattress. Seemed they were arguing about whether or not Mark had permission to sleep in there. It also seemed it didn’t matter because he passed out.
“Night, Johnny.”
“Night, love.”
As he dove into his room, you walked into Haechan’s to find both him and Mark sprawled out completely, limbs tangled together, drool already pooling out of Mark’s mouth. They were such idiots. But they were your idiots. So you climbed into bed with them, trying your best to make room for yourself while they groaned about not wanting to be woken up again.
“Fuck off,” you groaned as Haechan accidentally elbowed your ribs.
“You first.”
“Both of you shut up,” Mark mumbled into his pillow.
“Aye, aye, captain,” Haechan teased, still half asleep.
You grinned to yourself. You were going to miss them a lot while they’d be gone on tour again…
"what should we watch?" you ask clicking through the netflix menu.
"let's just watch something we're familiar with," your boyfriend jeno pouts.
you laugh lightly. your boyfriend, a creature of habit.
you click "Resume" on one of the shows you and jeno have watched through twice already. you grab the throw blanket at the foot of the bed and kick your feet to lay it comfortably over yourself. jeno helps you adjust it the way you like with one foot out and resting on your stomach. you're both inescapable creatures of habit.
after you get comfortable, jeno shuffles closer to you and lays his head on your chest as his arms wrap around your waist. he hums as he finally settles into a comfortable position on your chest as he settles on his stomach.
your fingers instinctually rake through his damp hair from the shower while also lightly massaging his neck and shoulders. you hear jeno sigh and moan in satisfaction which makes you smile.
you continue your actions mindlessly, with your hand traveling lower to his bare back occasionally. little did you know, jeno loved when you scratched his back like that. he actually wished you would scratch his back more than massage his neck and shoulders. it was much more relaxing in a way he couldn't explain. but when your hands would go back up towards his hair, he would pout.
"can you keep scratching my back?" jeno whispered lightly.
"what?" you couldn't hear him.
"can you scratch my back?" jeno repeats a little louder this time. he could feel himself getting embarrassed asking this.
"hm? baby i can't hear you."
jeno gets up off of you and pouts in your direction, "i said can you scratch my back.."
you smile fondly at jeno, he was pouting fully now and you can feel his embarrassment. he was so cute like this, your heart could burst. "of course baby come here," you tug his arm to resume his position on you.
as you scratch jeno's back, you start to giggle which makes jeno's head bob.
"stop laughing"
"okok sorry - you didn't have to be so shy, you know i don't mind doing these things." you say as you try to calm down.
"hmm stop talking" jeno teases.
"okay" you whisper as you refocus on the show.
as the show continues and you continue mindlessly scratching jeno's back, you can feel his breaths getting deeper signaling to you that he's falling asleep. you turn off the tv and settle onto your back to go to sleep too.
after you turn off the bedside lamp, you hear jeno mumble into your chest, "i love you"
you smile, "i love you too" you reply. you couldn't be happier.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything of my own, and I plan on getting back to writing eventually. That being said with everything going on both in my personal life and in the world of Kpop, I’m not entirely sure how soon I’ll be back.
In the meantime, I’ll do my best to at least repost the works of some other talented male/gn kpop writers on my blog.
Feel free to continue sending asks! I could definitely use a little inspiration and motivation to get back to it! Thanks everyone <3
Tags: Feminization, Jisung is called Princess/ass is called cunt, bbg Jisung, Frog pose. mentions of...being turned on by others listening in? Forgot what it was called, help. Jisung eats his cum then kisses after.
Please help, I forgot some of the names for some of the stuff in this fic, if you know the term, let me know 😅
Masterlist | Series Tag is "Sleeping Around by James"
His back arches with a whine as his hand lets go of yours to cover his adorably flushed face. The only thing he had on was a blue flannel, the hem already fallen to his upper back and the sleeves cover his hands.
He tries his best to be quiet but it feels so good, a week had just been too long and he didn't want to wait anymore. You barely had enough time to take off your shoes when you came back late with Chan before he was pulling you to his room then jumping on you and pressing his lips to yours.
Now here he is, bent over and painfully, in a good way, on the verge of his second orgasm. He lets out a soft, shaky moan when your hands slide up his waist. You had slowed down a few minutes ago and he was babbling what you could only guess were begs for you to go faster again. You were teasing him since before you stopped he was tripping over his words to tell you that it was too much. You moved your hands to his hips before gripping them and pulling him back as you sat up from leaning over him, moving him with you so he ends up in a frogs pose.
With the new angle, his moans are now muffled into the sheets as he continues to cover his face. You didn't like that as you glide your right hand up his back, feeling him shiver under your finger tips before you adjusted his shirt then continued upwards to wrap a hand around his throat, receiving a gasp and sob as you now noticed his tears while continuing your previously brutal pace.
For the first time since he started this, you spoke. "Princess feels so good you're crying. You feel good, Sungie?" He nods his head, a barely audible 'uh-huh' leaving his swollen red lips before he lets out a yelp of surprise when you slid your hand under his neck to pull him up, his legs still spread over yours, his ass pressed firmly into your hips as it seems your cock went deeper inside him.
His top half held up by his arms and even in the new position, his tip rubs against the sheets and that faint touch with your dick abusing his insides, he was so close to a second release. His breaking point was when you pulled him a back slightly, feeling the slight gaze of your teeth as you move the shoulder of his flannel out of the way, before you kissed his shoulder then left a hickey in the same spot, easy to hide, though you wish you could mark his neck, it's both of your favorite spot to kiss.
His second release landed on the sheets before you brought your free hand from his hip to his cock, cum coating your fingers before you brought your hand up. "Open up, princess." He does as told, his tongue hanging out as he accepted your fingers, swirling his tongue around the digits to clean them off before your pulling them away and his words slur together as he asks for a kiss which you give, Jisung moaning into your mouth as your tongue dominates his.
He pulls back and barely mutters out his plea. "H-Hyung, c-cum, please. W-want...hngh~ Want c-cum." He says between you still brutal pace. "You wanna be full, princess? Want to to fill your cunt? You want the plug after too?" He shakes his head, pushing up with his arms to sit further back on your lap and you slow down slightly as he leans his head on your shoulder, leaving wet kisses on your jaw. "W-Wanna s-soak u-until morning...e-extra full..." He says, his tone delirious as his rocks his hips over yours. "Such a slutty princess, huh?" "Y-Yours, H-Hyung. Only yours."
You suddenly push him back onto his front before pulling out, he whines at the emptiness before he's flipped onto his back. You push his legs up and he automatically grabs them to hold them in place before you push back in. "How about-" You cut yourself off with a guttural moan that you muffle simply with a bite of your lip before continuing. "You give me one more orgasm before I fill you. Can you do that?" "N-No, please-" "Then I can pull out and we c-can be done." He felt too good, you can't bring yourself to actually go along with your own words.
He shakes his head luckily which has you thrusting into him roughly. You felt that you've been a bit too nice and proceed to grip the base of Jisung's cock with one hand and the other reaching up to go around his throat. He had been a quiet good boy this whole time but the triad of your dick abusing that good spot inside of him, the feeling around his base, and the fuzzy feeling your gentle grip on his throat gives his head makes him release a moan that simpers into a whine that kinda has you worried since on the other side of the wall in front of you two in Chan's bedroom.
You slow down for a moment before shoving your fingers into Jisung's mouth, shoving them to the back of his throat. "Quiet, Sung, don't want Channie-Hyung to hear us." Your hips stutter at the sudden tight clench around your shaft and you notice Jisung's eyes roll back. "Oh really? You gonna cum with the thought of Chan hearing you? What about the others, huh? Pretty sure I'm not the only one that knows how much of a princess you are. You wanna know something else?"
You bring his legs up to rest on your shoulders as you lean down, Jisung's hands cradling your face, moaning softly against your lips as his boba eyes lock with yours. "We all very much love your slutty waist. You're so pretty Sungie." You lean in and kiss him again, his hands find the back of your head to tangle into your hair as you let his legs fall from your shoulders. You could tell he was getting tired but judging by how he's clenched tighter and he's practically panting into your mouth since you uttered your sentence, he's close. You stay leaned over him as you move one hand from cradling his face to stroke him at the pace of your thrusts.
He cums a couple strokes later and with a particularly deep thrust that has him clenching again, you fill him up, Jisung mewling at the feeling. When you finish, you only pull out for a short amount of time in order to lay behind him before inserting yourself into him again, not a single drop wasted you slyly mention to him.
About an hour later, you hear your phone going off. You don't remember setting an alarm but nonetheless you gently scoot your way back to reach into a drawer from a plug. Your pull out and replace yourself with the toy before getting up and putting your boxers back on then searching for your pants for your phone after covering Jisung up with the less messy part of the top sheet, dubbing to change them later.
When you find your phone, you also find no alarm but a couple messages from Chan. When you open the messages, you smirk with a glance over to the boy on the bed before looking back at your phone. 'Screw it, be louder next time. He sounds so wrecked.' surprisingly followed by a dark photo with a purple hue of his hand cover in cum and at the bottom you can just barley see his knee lifted up and his spent, half-hard cock resting on his stomach. "Holy Shit." You whisper before grinning, your hand moving to cover half your face in embarrassment before it's quickly taken over by warmth.
You wonder if the rest have thought this way... you also wonder if Chan is still...awake...You wouldn't mind helping him...
Summary: Anonymous ask where Taeyong and btm male reader are both leaders of nct and while doing the 24hr relay cam, fans see hickies on both of them. Flashback scene where they were getting heated in the living room and Johnny walks in on them during his own relay cam.
“Hi Czennies! It’s my turn for the relay cam! The time is 1:00 right now.” Taeyong waves at the camera with a big grin on his face. Panning the camera over, he introduces his guest. “I know you don’t get to see y/nie and me together much since he’s usually busy leading his group, but he’s here today to keep me company while I work on some lyrics.”
“Hi guys. Taeyong isn’t gonna be talking much since he’s busy working on his music, so I’ll show you my outfit while he works.” Y/n takes the camera from Taeyong for the moment and sets it up far enough back to show off his entire outfit. “Today I’m wearing a comfy outfit since I have a break from schedules. I’m wearing my favorite jeans today and a hoodie for a boyfriend look since czennies always like that vibe the best. And czennies told me I look good when I wear my glasses, so I’m wearing that too. Oh and of course I’m wearing my friendship necklace with Taeyong like always! You can’t really see it under my hoodie though sorry guys.” Y/n has his hood on covering up the entirety of his neck. Unbeknownst to czennies, this was an intentional choice to hide the hickies Taeyong had left behind this morning. Taeyong pipes up from behind him “We should show czennie our necklaces together! I’m wearing mine right now too.”
Y/n freezes. “They’ve seen it before Hyung, I don’t think it will be interesting.” Something lights up in Taeyong when he realizes why y/n is hestitating to show the necklace. “Come here y/n, I wanna show them again anyway!” He reaches out and grabs y/n’s wrist yanking him over to the couch where he’s perched, causing y/n to fall into Taeyong’s lap. “Hyung wait!” he yells desperately trying to get out of Taeyong’s firm grasp. Taeyong reaches to unzip the hoodie and tease the younger member. His plan was to unzip it just enough to pull out the necklace without revealing anything else, but he doesn’t plan for the way y/n jerks away from him. Shit. The zipper stops well below y/n’s chest revealing the dark mark he left earlier. Not only that, but his twisting around in Taeyong’s lap caused his hoodie to ride up high enough to show the many many marks scattered across his abdomen. Y/n rolls off the couch at lighting speed and zips his hoodie back up and immediately starts forcing a laugh in the hopes that he can cover up the awkward moment. Taeyong follows suit and laughs at y/n, exclaiming “You’re so dramatic y/n, I was just trying to show them your necklace!” The pair is quick to move on with the video like normal and they pray the moment was quick enough that the camera didn’t actually capture anything.
2:05 PM
Y/n is curled up in Taeyong’s lap again soon after their relay cam together is posted to youtube. Both of them are extremely anxious to see if their mishap was noticeable at all. “Taeyong skip ahead! Faster!” It’s takes everything in him not to snatch the phone out of Tae’s hands and skip ahead himself. “Wait there! stop there! That’s when it happened.” The pair leans in close and watches intently sighing a breath of relief soon after when they see that the moment was extremely brief and they did a good job moving on like normal. “See? I bet they didn’t think anything of it y/n. It just looks like you got embarrassed because you fell into my lap and that’s all.” Y/n feels a little less sure than Taeyong though knowing how closely fans tend to watch and analyze their content. “Let’s look at the comments just to be sure.”
Scrolling through, most of the comments look normal. All saying things like:
“Taeyong is such a hard worker writing music even on his day off”
“It’s so rare to see our two leaders together!”
etc. Until one comment catches y/n’s eyes.
“Did anyone notice the bruise on y/n’s neck when he fell of the couch?”
the comment is quickly getting a lot of replies.
“omg it looks like a hickey!”
“no I bet SM is mistreating him, there seem to be more bruises all over his stomach too if you look closely”
“guys I put it in .5 speed and I noticed there’s a bruise on Taeyong too”
“Oh my god! Right after that weird Johnny relay cam too. What do you think they were doing 👀”
“Everyone be quiet. We shouldn’t speculate about these things”
“Guess they’re not really “friendship” necklaces guys”
Fuck. This might actually be a problem.
10:00 am (flashback scene ~ NSFW plot begins here)
“Fuck! Don’t stop Hyung!” y/n whines out as Taeyong bites down on his neck. Taeyong giggles at y/n being so needy. He wasn’t planning on getting freaky so early in the day, especially out in the open like this… but he couldn’t help but suck another mark into y/n’s neck when he heard how desperate the younger member sounded underneath him. It had started off innocent enough with the two of them cuddling on the living room couch watching a movie together while they waited their turn for the relay cam. Y/n had started it actually. Eager to finally spend some quality time with his favorite person on his day off, he’d began kissing Taeyong. Taeyong’s lips were soft and tasted sweet from the lip balm he’d applied first thing this morning. Y/n could never get sick of the feeling of kissing Taeyong, his beautiful, talented, sexy boyfriend. God, he loved this man to death.
Eventually growing impatient, he began sucking on Taeyong’s collarbone hoping to send Taeyong a silent message. It wasn’t long at all before Taeyong grabbed y/n’s waist and had him flipped on his back so he could hover over him to return the favor and suck some marks of his own into y/n’s neck. His lips began trailing lower and lower until he was sucking and biting down on y/n’s abs earning heavy breathing from him. “You want to keep going pretty boy? Johnny should be at the gym for a while longer with his relay cam.”
“Yes please” moans out y/n. He can feel Taeyong’s member jump as it’s pressed against his thigh. It’s no surprise y/n’s own dick grows hard at the sight of his boyfriend hovering over him looking eager as ever to fuck him right then and there in the living room. “Your wish is my command” he says, pressing another deep passionate kiss into y/n’s lips. He then replaces his lips with a finger, telling y/n to suck on it. “Let’s loosen you up” he whispers, moving his finger down toward y/n’s center—until the door swings open loudly.
“Aright made it back home czennie! I can’t believe I forgot my gym bag!” Both of them panic hearing his footsteps get closer. “Shit!” Taeyong grabs the closest throw blanket off the back of the couch and yanks it across their bodies hastily. “Oh hey guys! I didn’t think you’d be up yet. I forgot my bag” Johnny says, walking into the living room. “Everyone say h-” Johnny pauses his movement taking in the sight of the two boys in front of him, eyes darting to the way y/n’s chest is heaving up and down and then to the marks on both of their necks. “Um actually, I think y/n is still sleeping, so I’ll just let you guys see Taeyong and y/n later during their relay cam. I uh… think it’s at one. Let’s head back to the gym” He says blushing like crazy with embarassement. Taeyong mouths out thank you and Johnny turns and walks out as fast as he can.
“Um. Let’s move to your bedroom please?”
“Yeah… sorry y/n” Taeyong blushed.
The end.
ps. sorry the story kind of ends abruptly. I wrote this in a rush as per usual, and decided to just keep this one kind of short. Let me know if you guys would be interested in a part two or if you have any ideas! Thanks for reading :)
