Based off the yummy ask/post by @revehae with roommates! nomin but you’re aware Jaemin and Jeno are dating and they don’t really give you a choice to join them…
Summary: You must be misinterpreting the looks Jeno sends your way, after all your two roommates, Jeno and Jaemin, are dating. Right?
Pairings: Roommates! Nomin x reader
Warnings: 18+, smut, noncon, choking, man handling(?), hard dom Jeno, soft dom Jaemin, mxm
Note: Reader is referred to as "Princess" but is otherwise gender neutral
Wc: 1.3k
Dark Content, Minor please DNI
Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.
It has to be all in your head.
You swear you’ve imagined the looks of pure hunger Jeno gives you when you’ve walked around the apartment in your baggy shirts and tiny shorts. You must’ve imagined it as he stared you down, eyes zoned in on the swells of your body or any revealed skin. You must’ve imagined his stiff length through the flimsy fabric of his basketball shorts as he caged you into the kitchen counter, your back against his chest, his arm stretched to get a bowl from the top cabinet.
Yes, that has to be the case. After all, your two roommates, Jeno and Jaemin, are dating each other. They’re in a happy, healthy, committed relationship. They compliment each other so well, each having their own roles and routines. Jaemin cooks, Jeno does the dishes. Jeno makes the popcorn, Jaemin picks the movie. They even have their own inside jokes and their own sense of humor, cracking little jokes to each other that you’ll never understand.
You don’t mind your two roommates dating, really. They don’t ever make your problem. Besides, it makes you feel a little secure that the two men you’re living with would never be attracted to you. They would never do anything to you, right?
You find out the hard way that you’re dead wrong.
When you stumble across Jaemin propped up on his arms, chest heaving and cheeks flushed, length enclosed in Jeno’s hands, Jeno only gives you the choice to join.
“Sorry” spills from your lips as you avert your eyes while trying to shut the door and dash away, trying not to intrude on this intimate moment. But Jeno’s fast, his movements quicker than yours as he makes his way towards you, one hand opening the door wider while another pulls you into his and Jaemin’s room.
“You’re always so rough, Jeno! Be gentle with them,” Jaemin remarks with a laugh as Jeno slams the door shut and drags you to where Jaemin is lounging on the bed. Jeno forces you to kneel on the bed, locking both your wrists behind your back. You’re trapped between them, Jeno behind you with an iron grip on your wrist, while Jaemin gets up to face you.
“Poor Princess, isn’t our Jeno so mean?” Jaemin coos, squishing your cheeks and peppering kisses on your face. You grimace and try to pull away from him which earns you a warning squeeze on your wrists from Jeno. You still immediately, eyebrows still creased in disgust and confusion as Jaemin continues to pepper kisses on your face.
“Jeno, let’s have our Princess finish me off? I want to feel their hands around me,” Jaemin says, leaning back onto the bed.
Jeno lets out a grunt in agreement, kissing the back of your neck before moving up to the shell of your ear to whisper, “Don’t try anything funny.”
Jeno releases your wrists and pushes you towards Jaemin. His eyes are still on you as you reluctantly crawl forward to settle in between Jaemin’s legs. You glance into Jaemin’s eyes, and try to plead with him to let you go. You tell him that he and Jeno don’t need you, that they could always find someone else other than you. But it’s futile as Jaemin smiles and shakes his head, clicking his tongue as he grabs your hand, bringing your smaller hand to wrap around his leaking length.
“Go on, you know what to do,” Jaemin says smoothly.
You hesitantly begin moving your hands up and down his length, pearls of precum trickling down his tip and flowing onto your hands, making them sticky. You can feel Jeno’s chest press against your back, his lips attaching to your neck and trailing kisses down. He tugs at the sleeve of your shirt, exposing your collarbone and part of your back. You try to ignore everything that’s happening, trying to ignore Jeno’s body pressed against you, trying to ignore the feel of Jeno’s slightly chapped lips against your skin, trying to ignore the gross stickiness of your hands wrapped around Jaemin, trying to look anywhere but at him.
“Come on, look at Nana,” Jaemin coos, leaning forward and tapping your cheek.
You bite the inside of your cheek and raise your head, making eye contact with Jaemin as you speed up your pace. Jaemin’s pupils are blown wide with lust as he stares back at you, sweat beads on his forehead, dripping down his neck. Jaemin’s picture-esque, the example of a Greek statue with his toned, beautifully sculpted body, glistening with a light sheen of sweet. It isn’t long until you feel him harshly thrust into your hands before letting out a moan and cumming, his releasing dripping down his length and staining your hand.
You try not to let your disgust show as you quickly wipe your hands on the mattress before attempting to get down and leave, only for Jeno to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you back down.
“I’m not done yet,” Jeno says as pushes you on your back, flat on the bed.
Dread pools into the pit of your stomach as Jeno forces your legs open and crawls on top of you.
“Jeno, aren’t you tired? Why don’t we make them help you?” Jaemin chimes in, running his hands through your hair.
Your blood runs cold.
Jeno lets out a hum, before sitting up. Jeno leans back against the headboard and crosses his arms, his thick biceps bulging.
“Get up and take your clothes off, quickly,” Jeno orders. You obey, shedding your clothes as fast as you can in order to not irritate Jeno.
Jaemin settles behind you, with you in between his legs. You’re pressed flush against his chest with his hand wrapped around your waist. Now, you’re basically straddling Jeno too, his throbbing length leaking against your naval. You hear Jaemin grab something from the bedside table and pop open a lid. You briefly close your eyes and pray it’s just for another handjob.
You hear Jeno grumble and Jaemin repeating “okays” before Jaemin is rubbing his lube-slicked fingers over your sex and Jeno’s length. It’s brief and he doesn’t go any further than coating your sex in lube before you can feel both his hands on your waist, fingers digging into your flesh, lifting you up and impaling on Jeno’s length.
You let out a shrill screech in surprise and pain, and you can feel Jaemin wince behind you. You struggle against Jaemin, fighting against him as you try to get off Jeno.
If you weren’t crying before, you definitely were now. Large tears rolling down your face as you scream in pain, begging for Jeno and Jaemin to stop. It’s hard to see Jeno’s face with your tears blurring your vision but Jeno doesn’t seem very happy. Jeno’s eyebrows are furrowed in annoyance as he tongues the inside of his cheek, and the glare he sends you is downright threatening.
“Shut up. Stop whining,” Jeno seethes, hands wrapping around your throat and squeezing harshly. Your hands claw at Jeno’s arms, your fingernails digging into his skin and leaving bright red, angry scratch marks in its wake. Black spots dot your vision until all you can see is black. You’re gasping for air now, your hands falling slack to your sides. You swear you can hear some words being said in the background, but everything sounds so garbled and far away.
Jeno suddenly releases you and you gasp for air, collapsing backwards onto Jaemin, who tries to comfort you by stroking your hair. You swear oxygen has never tasted so sweet in this moment as you try to breathe in as much air as possible. You can slowly see your vision fade in as you tremble against Jaemin.
“See, that’s what happens when you don’t behave,” Jaemin says as he shoves you towards Jeno.
“Now ride him, Princess. You don’t want to get bruised up again, do you?”
people complain about their fav idols being portrayed as anything else other than soft and dainty but then follow blogs like mine 😪 so concerned and grossed out by us writing noncon but at the same time are clueless enough to follow someone who write the very same content they're outraged about. you're exposing yourself to dark content lol? be responsible bruh
i don’t know if ur taking requests and if u do this type of fic
BUt i’ve been like craving an idol au, non con with haechan and a junior group (normal age difference obviously nothing illegal) idk i just feel like seeing the manipulation toxic power dynamics PLUSSS the smut would send me over (maybe an oppa kink or two..)
(it’s totally fine if u don’t tho! love ur writing)
Thanks for the request <3 I do take requests, but I don't write for idol aus! I love your thoughts though <3 I'd love to see it written if you ever write it!
Hmm... Haechan and Jaemin? I think Mark, Chenle and Renjun are pretty vanilla. If I made a freak o' meter ranking, it would be: Haechan, Jaemin, Jisung, Jeno, Mark, Chenle, Renjun
hiii not to sound clingy but where are youuu 😩 i just hope you are fine!!!
You're not clingy! I really appreciate you looking out for me and sending me messages <3 I'm okay! I just got busy and unmotivated <3 Hopefully I'll be back now!
I wrote a fic, but I'm afraid to post it on Tumblr cos it's extremely taboo, and it may get flagged
I totally understand you worries, but please don't worry about posting it to Tumblr <3 the dark content community is pretty accepting of all forms of writing, and if you're worried it might get flagged, you can always archive it on AO3!
I'm really curious what you wrote too! I'd love to read your fics <3 we're in a bit of a dark content drought right now haha
hiii its been a while… How are you? :) i hope you are doing well!
Hii <3 ye, it's been a while! Sorry for being inactive, I'm doing alright! Life just got busy, and I lost motivation, but hopefully I can write something for you soon!
hii i havent seen you in a bit :(( hope all is well!!
- 🐰
Hii 🐰<3 Sorry for being so inactive! I left when you claimed an anon emoji, so I'm super sorry for that... Everything is okay, no worries! Just got busy and lost motivation <3 But I should be back now!
do you have a twitter acc? maybe i could follow u there. I aint a snitch i swear 😔
My Twitter account is unfortunately something I'd prefer to keep separate from my Tumblr, but thank you for asking! <3 If you have a Twitter, I'd love to check it out, just can't follow it or interact!
Guys I'm so so sorry for being so inactive all the time :( I'm (hopefully) back for a bit now! Thank you guys for the kind wishes and messages <3 I'll be responding and hopefully be writing some!
omgg hii im the anon that requested the last two jaem fics kinda funny how different they are in themes one innocent render being really cute and fluffy the other being stalker jaem
im just have jaem brain rot what can i say 😵💫
your writing is always so good and im so happy you enjoy writing for jaemin because i enjoy reading jaemin fics!!! heh
i was wondering if i could be 🐰 anon if its not taken and if you do taken anons? i'll probably be mainly requesting jaemin in this case because the world just needs more jaem!!
Hi!! It's nice to see you again, I always look forward to talking with you and seeing your requests <3 but yes! I wanted to write them so that it was day and night hehe, I'm glad I can feed into the Jaemin brain rot because I have it too!!
Of course you can have 🐰! You're probably one of the only people in my inbox and I'm glad you're making yourself known <3 glad you'll be requesting more Jaemin!! I'm looking forward to it
Found this draft in my docs and finished it up! Enjoy <3
WayV all have a high alcohol tolerance, right? Thinking about WayV that coerces you into drinking way past your limit on your birthday...
Pairings: KunTenYangXiaoHen x Fem! Reader
Warnings: 18+, smut, noncon, intoxication, gang rape, coercion, unprotected sex, exhibitionism(?), filming
Word Count: 1.1k
Dark Content, Minor please DNI
Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way
“C'mon, one more baby. One more can't hurt, right?” Ten suggests a smile on his lips.
You shake your head, refusing yet another drink, your head fuzzy and reeling from the alcohol. Even if it was your birthday, you'd drunk far past your limit, and it's apparent in the way you slur your words and hiccup as you sit on the WayV dorm's couch. You feel like you're sinking into the couch, your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes unfocused on your surroundings.
But Hendery is in front of you, holding another shot of soju to your lips, tilting the glass. So, you drink, not wanting the soju to spill over your lips and onto your outfit. You turn your gaze to Kun, who is sitting on the couch to the left of you. Maybe he'd be kind and get you out of this situation. But Kun just smiles at you.
“Just another one,” Kun says softly, refilling your empty shot glass.
You look around you, all the members looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to drink your shot. You see Xiaojun's eyes flicker from your mouth to the shot glass.
It won't hurt, right? Just to have one more.
You drink the shot, and everyone cheers. Kun refills your glass.
And that's all you remember from last night, with everything else being hazy. You guess you must've blacked out. You wake up with a deep ache in your bones, soreness between your legs, your hair a mess, paired with a pounding headache and a sore throat. But you don't think anything of it, attributing everything to drinking. You must've gotten drunk and danced too much; that must be the reason why your body's sore. You must've messed up your hair yourself and accidentally scratched yourself. You must’ve sung karaoke when you were drunk. Who knows what could've happened when you were drunk?
And you're not one to accuse the members of anything; they wouldn't do anything for you. If anything, it was good that you were drinking with WayV, they would take care of you while you were drunk.
You pull the covers over your head and close your eyes. The door clicks open, and you hear Kun's voice.
"Here's some Advil, it'll help with the hangover. Take two with water. Don't worry about coming outside, just focus on feeling better." Kun says.
You hear a glass clinking on the bedside table and the rattling of the pills being set down. Then the click of the door closing.
You don't think anything of that night and the soreness the next morning, until you stumble across Kun's computer.
Kun had asked you to find a video file for a vlog he was editing together. You were supposed to follow exactly what he had said, and click on the only files he told you to. But, when Kun inevitably had to leave the room to help Ten fix something, you couldn't help your curiosity, clicking on random files, curious to see other things he had saved, especially the folder with your name on it.
There were 6 files, all with black thumbnails, all titled with your birthday.
You bite the inside of your cheek and click on it.
The video is pitch black when it first starts. You can hear muffled voices in the background. Whoever was recording it had covered up the microphone. Then you hear some shuffling, and the camera focuses; it’s the familiar hazy lightning of the WayV dorm. You come face to face with yourself sprawled out on the couch, shirt pulled up to expose your chest. Kun is in the frame, kneeling on the floor in front of your open legs. Ten is sitting right next to Kun, eyes zeroed in on Kun’s knuckles deep in your hole.
“Yangyang! Come get this, she’s sucking in Kun’s fingers. Such a little slutty hole, wanting to fucked, taking anything we give her.” Ten calls, turning to the camera and beckoning the person behind the camera, Yangyang, closer.
You see the camera move, Yangyang moving closer and taking the other side of Kun, zooming in on your glistening cunt swallowing Kun’s fingers.
Kun removes his fingers, and you can hear yourself whimper at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
“Poor baby wants to be filled. Kun, do her a favor and give her what she wants?” Ten says, standing up and pulling down his sweats, his hand wrapping around his already hard length. Yangyang stands up and so does Kun and you see Kun take out his length, laying it across your stomach to see just how deep he’ll go when he finally fucks you. You can hear someone let out a groan in the background.
Kun takes his time teasing your entrance, dragging the head of his cock across your slick folds, before tapping the head of your clit.
“Stop teasing us and put it in already,” You hear what sounds like Xiaojun say behind the camera.
Kun shakes his head, looking behind him before looking back to you and pressing his length into your hole, letting out a groan whenever he feels your warmth around him.
The video cuts off.
You click on the second video.
Like the previous video, it starts with a black screen. Then the camera lifts and you can see that Kun has you folded in the mating press, fucking harshly into your poor pussy. You can see Kun shudder and bury his face into your neck, before pulling out. Kun moves, and you can see yourself sprawled out on the couch again. You can see strings of cum on your lips and face. The person behind the camera zooms in on your ruined hole, twitching and leaking Kun’s cum. You see Xiaojun come into frame, maneuvering you so that your neck hangs off the couch. You can see Xiaojun use his fingers to pry open your mouth and insert his length into your mouth, groaning at the feeling of your throat around him.
You watch in horror as Xiaojun fucks your throat harshly, sharp, rough thrusts bruising your throat. His head is thrown back, his biceps flexing as he brings your head closer to his pelvis. You see the camera move closer to you, zooming in on your lips, then on the bulge he creates in your throat. It’s messy, the disgusting squelching of your throat paired with your drool dripping down your face.
Xiaojun doesn’t last long, opting to cum down your throat and let the excess drip down your face.
The video goes black again. You stare at your reflection in the dark screen of Kun’s computer.
“So, you finally found them?”
You jump, whipping your head to find Kun in the hallway.
“It’s about time. We were wondering how long it would take for you to find out. Hendery thought you’d find out immediately, but Ten and I figured it would take longer. So, what did you think? Was it a good enough vlog for you?”
| warnings. kidnapping, mention of physical violence.
a.n.: it's been stuck in my drafts for a while and idk what to do with it so here we are.
it takes a few ringtones before chenle’s call gets picked up, waiting a couple of seconds until he hears kun’s groggy voice on the other side of the phone.
“... hello?”
“uh, kun?” chenle has never felt more stressed out in his life before. he hopes kun doesn’t notice how terrified he sounds. “i, like… really need your help right now.”
he hears kun shifting in his bedsheets, turning on the lamp on his nightstand. chenle can clearly imagine the frown he has on his face. “why the fuck do you need my help at 3 o’clock in the morning?”
“if i call you now, you can guess it’s really important,” he answers, bringing his fingers almost by reflex to his mouth, biting down on his already short nails. “...please.”
kun snorts. “it pains you that much to say please?” he jokes, but he knows that word would’ve never left chenle’s mouth if he didn’t need his help desperately. “i’m coming,” he sighs, “where’re you?”
“well, huh…” chenle looks around, the streets being totally empty, yellow lights lighting up the place, his shadow showing up on the pavement beside him. “i’ll send you my location.”
kun sits up on his bed, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm while letting out a yawn. chenle can hear his feet walking on the floor, surely picking up clothes from the night before.
“okay, i’ll be there in… 20 minutes,” he announces, but he’ll arrive in too long. far too long.
“no, no… kun, you don’t understand. i need you here, like, immediately.” chenle specifies, feeling the blood draining from his face little by little. he’s so fucking stressed his hand is shaking as he passes it through his hair, his heartbeat literally being out of pace.
kun sighs yet again, finding the situation more like a bother to him. “alright, alright!” he agrees, but it’s not like he had any other choice anyway. “let me put some pants on… and-” he pauses, struggling to pass his feet through the holes of his jeans with just one hand, “i’ll be there in 5.”
chenle feels the slightest relieved. “bring your ass here quick.”
—
when kun closes the door as he takes the driver seat, the car shakes a little, breaking chenle’s running thoughts at the same time. his friend says nothing for the first couple of seconds, making the beating of his heart the only sound he hears.
despite staying silent as well, chenle is the opposite of calm. he wants to appear calm and collected, but he’s not. he knows he’s fucked up, kun’s first reaction is enough to remind him of that, but he really isn’t feeling that bad. not for you, at least.
your body is lying unconscious on the backseats, not one single muscle moving. he didn’t think the hit on your head would knock you out for this long. well, to be fair, he didn’t think this through at all.
“i can’t believe this,” kun grumbles to himself, but he says it loudly enough for chenle to hear, too.
“what else did you want me to do!?” he responds, quick to defend his actions. “you’re the only one i could call. i sure as hell wouldn’t have asked renjun,” chenle explains, “or worse, mark. he probably would’ve pissed his pants or something.”
kun scoffs, amazed that chenle still has the heart to say so much nonsense. “don’t you have any self-control? do you even realize the amount of bullshit you put yourself into?”
the youngest groans as if annoyed to be reminded of the seriousness of the situation. he looks outside his window, not wanting to give kun any answer, but he doesn’t seem to be done scolding chenle.
“you’re lucky i’m not beating your ass right now because you fucking deserve it. what went through your head?”
chenle stays silent, gulping down. he keeps a stern expression, not looking at kun, even though he feels his angry eyes on him.
what does kun expect him to say anyway? everything happened so fast, he didn’t think twice. he doesn’t even know your name, and yet, he felt the impulse to have you. you were alone in an empty street, not looking around you, trusting fate a little too blindly. it was too easy, too obvious, he had to do it.
a whim, kun would call it. a sense of immaturity chenle still hasn't yet resolved. or whatever psychological shit he’d say.
but sometimes he just does stupid stuff without thinking of the consequences. it’s nothing deep. he does agree this time was stupider than any other. and he shouldn’t have acted so impulsively. that doesn’t mean he regrets it, though.
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