what i’d do to be wayv’s personal urinal during practices.. they wouldn’t have to waste practice time going to the restroom that way lol itd be helpful right ??
heeheheshsjjk yeah actually
18+ mdni.
pairing. kunxiaodery x 7th member!reader
warnings. dubcon (reader's consent isn't discussed or considered), noncon in some parts, this is all about piss kink, definitely unrealistic and unsafe but idc, physical abuse, daddy kink, free-use, xiaojun's mean... yes, i know, typical of me. just another insane wayv drabble!! this is very graphic and detailed, pls don't read if you don't like it.
you're really only part of the group to satisfy everybody's needs, only there to be used and fucked the way it was intended. they don't have to ask anymore, they don't even have to tell you; you know your purpose, what you have to do.
one look from kun, and you're already getting up from the floor, following him to the bathroom. you fit into the tiny stall with him and kneel down, waiting patiently as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. you reach for his soft cock, fingers closing around his length, feeling how heavy it is in your palm. kun gently pats your hair as you hold him while he pisses and you obediently watch him the whole time. you always search for his approval, sweet, rounded eyes looking up at him, waiting for your well-deserved praises.
"good girl," he says softly once he's done, his grip slightly tightening around your hair as you come to lick his tip, your tongue swirling around it. cleaning up kun is important—you now know—after his break to the bathroom. it saves him time, he says, even though accompanying him adds up more time in your opinion, but you still do what kun expects of you. he's the one who decides.
kun is always in control, he has to be, even of your own bathroom breaks. he monitors them, reminds you when to go and lectures you when you haven't peed for a long period of time. you usually go alone, but sometimes he comes with you, and when he does, you know he's going to teach you a lesson.
"good girls tell daddy when they go to the bathroom," he scolds severely, having you bent over the counter, panties lowered down just above your knees. one harsh slap is delivered to your cunt, a pained whimper slipping past your trembling lips. "what are you going to look like pissing your pants in front of everyone, mh? don't be a stupid little girl like that." his palm spanks your bare cunt once again, mean and unforgiving.
kun turns you around, hastily pushing your panties out of the way and pulling you into the nearest stall with him. his hand finds your neck and with his other hand, he slaps you, your pussy becoming sore and sensitive. your legs shake and you have a hard time holding in your full bladder and kun knows you're close to breaking down. "so forgetful i wonder if you don't do it on purpose sometimes," he tells you, his tone low and calm. "you want to piss yourself in front of the others, don't you?"
his words make you feel guilty and ashamed, pinpointing something you can't even admit to yourself. your tearful eyes tell him everything he needs to know, and with another harsh spank delivered to your poor cunt, you let go, pee running down the inner of your thighs and over kun's hand. you cry loudly, fat tears rolling down your burning cheeks, the most vulnerable you've ever been in the hands of kun.
although kun can be mean and domineering, he always takes care of you. he doesn't like a mess, he prefers to avoid it, make it all better with aftercare, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. it's always confusing when you're with the other members because they're never as sweet and don't like to coddle you like your leader does. their personalities with you is quite the clash and you often find yourself disoriented between all of them, especially the three youngest.
the first time you got introduced to the way the members like to treat you was very... dizzying. for example, you didn't understand why hendery wanted you to kneel in front of him right here in the dance studio once the others were gone. he was talking about not wanting to waste time, being too lazy to make a last turn to the restroom, you must help him with that—and you did. he pulled out his cock and angled it downwards to your face, keeping you still with a hand holding the back of your head. he was soft and you thought he was going to jerk himself off, make himself hard, but instead, he pissed on you, making you gasp out in surprise.
it didn't last long, but it was enough to humiliate you. his piss had spilled over your hair down to the top of your breasts, soaking your clothes, some even going into your mouth. you felt disgusting to say the least—it was the last thing you expected him to do. at this moment, you tried to pull away from him, but hendery's grip on you was too strong and the only thing that it did was make a mess on the floor, which he punished you for. you're meant to take it—all of it, he'd told you.
you don't dare to move away anymore, afraid he'll beat you up for it if you do. when hendery drags you out of the room, you don't question him, following him to the restroom. he bends you over the toilet and reaches under your skirt to hook your panties to the side, kneeling down to eat you out quickly before getting back up and thrusting his cock into you. he always waits a few minutes before doing it, but he likes to piss in you, bottoming out and keeping your hips still against him. you let out quiet gasps, never getting used to the feeling of his warm release inside of you, quickly dripping down your thighs.
"fuck, clench around me, baby," hendery says as he stares at the way your back curves under the push of his hand, his cock reaching deeper inside of you. when you do as he says, he lets out a deep moan, and shortly after, he's already moving again. "you like it, huh? like my piss inside your dirty little cunt?" a part of you always wants to answer no—you don't like it, it makes you feel soiled and used, and you wish he wasn't a sick pervert—but you say 'uh-huh' anyway, aching for him to tell you how well you're taking him, how good you make him feel.
with hendery, it doesn't stop once you're outside the company's building, it continues even when you're at the dorms. he takes showers with you just so he can piss on you again, being way grosser about it and making you suck him off after until he's painting your face in his cum. he purposefully makes you dry hump him when he knows you need to use the bathroom and doesn't let go of you until you pee on him. hendery's corrupted you so badly that if you don't cum rubbing your cunt over his pants, you ask him to use his mouth on you and he always obliges without hesitation. he turns you over and sucks on your clit, making you cum like this. you sometimes come over to his room to tell him you have to pee just so he can eat you out after.
you think at some point hendery has talked about what you two do together to xiaojun because not long after, he was doing the same things with you, too. xiaojun has always been a little rough with you—out of love, he keeps telling you—so getting slapped and spanked isn't unusual, but getting pissed on your bruises is, though.
again, you're being told that's what you're here for, that you're meant to accept it, be a good girl about it. the last thing you want is to disappoint xiaojun and make him mad, so you sit still and pretty for him when he tells you to. he pulls out his cock and you know what you have to do; you put him in your mouth, sucking gently, massaging his balls and going down as far as you can because that's how he likes it. xiaojun moans, throwing his head back and thrusting in your mouth himself, holding your head in place with a hand in your hair.
his hips move only a little, just enough so he can get the friction that he needs. he moans and groans above you, and it sounds like he's close, but what you feel on your tongue isn't cum—not at all. you pull off of him instantly, pee accidentally getting on your face and into your mouth, but you're brought back as fast as you pulled away, xiaojun releasing himself all over you. his eyes are fixated on you the whole time, getting off to the distressed look on your face, to how freaked out and repulsed you are.
you're dripping in piss once he's done, crying and shaking, feeling used, taken advantage of. you question him; why did he do that? but all you get is a sharp slap across the face right after. "dare to pull off again and i'll break your fucking jaw," he growls, a deep crease forming between his thick brows, a look you know to take seriously. xiaojun isn't kidding when he says stuff like that. despite being scared when you're alone with xiaojun, always wondering what he's going to do to you, you keep your mouth shut and bend down to his wishes—because if you don't, god knows which part of your body will be purple tomorrow.
estou escrevendo a oneshot do neo tokyo ignition!! já está com 16 páginas e vai ter muito mais porque tenho coisas pra desenvolver. é uma história bem completa e desenvolvida sobre a reader e o jeno e a lore tbm. tô escrevendo em ptbr mas vou postar em eng.. ansiosos??
愛 welcome to the neon-drenched depths of shibuya. between the electric glow of ginza and the lethal curves of mount fuji, the asphalt burns and love is the most dangerous risk of all. buckle up: in this world, status is measured in horsepower and loyalty comes with a heavy price tag.
⚠️ warning: contains pure adrenaline, extreme rivalry, and hearts racing at redline speeds – and 18+ content.
I. THE GLASS ALLIANCE
pairing: drift king! yuta x gaijin! afab reader
synopsis -> from a persecuted outsider to the "dk’s queen." you live in a golden cage built by yuta, the man who protected you when no one else would, but who now claims you as his conquered territory. caught between deep gratitude and the feeling of being suffocated, you learns that a king’s love can be your most beautiful prison.
trope: possessive love / protective lead
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗
II. THE CHALLENGER
pairing: outsider! xiaojun x dk’s queen! afab reader
synopsis -> he came to tokyo to wash money, but he found something far more valuable. by defending you from dk's security guards without knowing your status, xiaojun challenged the city's hierarchy in public. now, winning the race at the top of fuji isn't just about the title—it’s about proving to you that there is a life worth living outside of yuta's rigid rules.
trope: forbidden romance
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗
III. VELVET & NEON
pairing: tech heir! haechan x secret pilot! afab reader
synopsis -> by day, you're a rising fashion designer in ginza. by night, your're a legend behind the wheel of a neon pink honda s2000. you keeps your double life a secret from everyone—except the insufferable haechan. with his constant smirks and high-tech gadgets, he’s the only one who can get under your skin... and the only one who knows you behind the steering wheel.
synopsis -> jeno is yuta’s implacable enforcer. he talks with his fists and drives out of obligation. but when the engines stop, he seeks refuge in your garage to tend to the wounds gained in underground mma rings. in the silence of those nights, a forbidden connection grows, threatening his lifelong loyalty to the drift king’s empire.
trope: hurt/comfort / forbidden attraction
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗
V. MIDNIGHT COUTURIER
pairing: underworld kingpin! ten x secret pilot! afab reader
synopsis -> known for his sharp tongue and even sharper tattoos, ten is the aesthetic architect of the racing scene. he doesn’t just watch the race; he judges the soul of the driver. when he decides to keep you on yuta’s leash, to reminds you that "loyalty is the best accessory" the tension between them grew like a dangerous dance: he admires your talent and your fire, but his duty to the drift king demands your obedience. what happens when the man tasked with keeping you in line starts falling for the very rebellion he’s supposed to crush?
trope: forced proximity / you don't like him at all at first / intense tension
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗
VI. SIGNAL LOST
pairing: tech geniuses! yangyang & hendery x hacker! afab reader
synopsis -> in the digital clouds above shibuya, yangyang and hendery are the kings of chaos. they control the drones, the police scanners, and every traffic light in tokyo. they thought they were the only ones playing with the city’s frequency until you hacked into their private feed. now, it’s a high-speed chase through fiber optics and alleyways. the prize? whoever loses has to give up their heart—and their server password.
trope: poly / partners in crime
╰┈➤ just a quick heads-up regarding the characters: please note that for haechan, jeno, and ten’s one-shots, the "reader" is the same person. similarly, yuta and xiaojun also share the same "reader".
the stories within these groups are interconnected, so keep an eye out for the crossovers! 🏎️💨
1 semana sem postar nada, eu já acho que você vai parar de escrever e me dá depressão 🧌🧌🧌
amg estou passando por umas situacoes...
> meu pc tá no conserto no momento
> não quero parar de escrever, mas não sei o que fazer sobre um assunto: tudo bem eu parar de escrever smut explícito e ficar mais em cenários/hard hours pra vocês? eu não acho que é bom pra mim fingir que eu deveria escrever normalmente pornografia como se eu ainda consumisse... não quero decepcionar vocês. então, se vocês quiserem o que eu escrevia há cinco/quatro anos atrás, eu acho melhor eu parar. mas se vocês estiverem dispostos a lerem algo semelhante a um oneshot e um pouco menos hardcore, eu poderia permanecer. não me é bom permanecer escrevendo pura pornografia por alguns motivos pessoais... posso desenvolver se alguém quiser falar comigo na dm sobre o assunto (:
> minha ideia com o ten ainda tá guardadinha aqui na minha cabeça e sobre como quero desenvolver.
Summary: Jeno never truly understands why his boyfriend, Jaemin sticks next to you
Pairings: Poly! Nomin x reader
Warnings: 18+, smut, noncon
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.
Jeno never truly understood why his boyfriend stuck around you.
Jaemin's free to do what he wants, free to spend time and sleep around with whoever. Jeno is free to do the same, but it doesn't stop him from judging Jaemin's decisions.
To Jeno, you were like a caricature of a human being, too sweet, too innocent, too naive. Jeno swears there isn't a thought behind your eyes when you gaze at his boyfriend, Jaemin with your doe eyes, wide, filled with admiration and listening intently to what Jaemin would say.
Jeno never understood why Jaemin would let you touch him, Jaemin letting your fingers card through his hair while he laid his head on your lap, your head resting on his shoulder or your arms wrapped around Jaemin while you two sat on the couch together.
To Jeno, you were a nuisance to both him and his boyfriend, an annoying moth that was drawn to Jaemin like a flame, a fly that could never seem to leave Jaemin alone. Jeno wished that Jaemin tolerated you out of politeness, but the shopping sprees, countless gifts, gentle words and affectionate glances seemed to say otherwise.
Maybe Jeno was jealous, seeing his precious boyfriends attention on someone else other than him. Maybe it was because Jeno wanted to monopolize Jaemin and have Jaemin dote on him the same way he dotes on you.
Either way, Jeno never understood why Jaemin spent so much time with you.
It didn't hit Jeno why until he stumbled upon you and Jaemin together in Jaemin's room, tied up in pretty pink ribbon underneath Jaemin.
Jeno supposes you're pretty in that moment, helpless under Jaemin with pink ribbon tied in knots and bows traveling on the expanse of your body. It's a pretty contrast against your skin and Jeno knows Jaemin probably picked that shade of pink with the thought of wrapping you in it.
You're crying too, large tears rolling down your face as you tell Jaemin to let you go, that you don't want this, that he can stop anytime he wants and that you won't tell anyone about this. Of course, Jaemin ignores you, opting to bully himself further into your walls, eyes fluttering and groaning as he feels you around him.
Jeno knows you're warm and so tight, almost too tight for Jaemin by the way Jaemins groans and how he tells you that you're "too tight" and that your insides are "not letting go" of him. Jaemin calls you his "little fucktoy" and how you must've been acting that way to get fucked by him.
Jeno guesses it's cute when you shake your head profusely at what Jaemin says, more tears spilling down as you try to form a response from your red, swollen lips. You're struggling against the ribbon, against Jaemin and that brings out a chuckle from him.
It isn't until Jeno bangs his fist against the doorframe that his presence is known and Jaemin invites him to come join him.
It isn't until Jeno is sinking himself into your heat that he truly understands exactly why Jaemin sticks around you.
a/n: i don’t condone being a sasaeng! don’t be a freak but hmggg might do a pt.2 or have this storyline be an ongoing thing uhuuuu for some reason im a biggg sucker for idol x fan
“you’re not gonna tell anyone about this?” he doesn’t look at you. his eyes are trained on the elevator doors, almost as if he was prepared for someone to come in. you shake your head. a small “no” leaves your lips but you’ve been biting your tongue for so long it barely registers. he glances at you, a tiny smirk on his lips, “you sure?”
oh shit. is this it? it this how an nda works? all the silly little tiktok’s and memes flash through your mind… who knew this kind of thing actually happened? you wonder if he’s gonna pull out a paper. something for you to sign perhaps, or maybe there’s a staff member waiting for you in the hotel room to take down your identity or something. your head turns and he’s getting closer.
“yes or no?” he is looking down at you as you unintentionally back into the elevator wall. his lips curl into a coy smile. that smile you’ve seem million times over through the screen of your phone “what’s wrong? why’re you so nervous?” his eyes are trained on your wide ones, and he sticks his hand out with his palm open and facing up. “you have your phone on you?”
without hesitation you pull out your phone. he chuckles and you realize your wallpaper was set to a picture of yangyang. a shiver of embarrassment washes through you as you cringe at the image. there was no denying what kind of person you are now. ten only chuckles and you turn your attention towards him. “don’t go running your little mouth then. i can trust you, yeah?” the way he speaks sounds condescending, but nevertheless a rush of heat infiltrates your body. you try to nod and he gets the message, squeezing your cheeks until your lips pucker. “good girl.” he purrs.
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this all started when you finally had the funds to travel abroad. and what better way to spend your time in a foreign country than to catch a concert from your favorite group. the stars were aligning it seems. not only were you seeing your favorite artist, but you happened to be in the same hotel as them? you weren’t a sasaeng though. of course not… right? you thought so until you watched your bias right below you from your hotel room window. eyes trained on where he was headed out onto the street. and yangyang was none the wiser. to think, your ultimate bias… in the same hotel as you. in the same vicinity as you… only an idiot would pass up the opportunity. it was harmless, you tell yourself as you find your feet trailing onto the street in the same path you saw him take. maybe you will ‘accidentally’ bump into yangyang on the street. to say you’re following him is such a stretch, you reassure yourself. some would say it’s weird behavior, but no one is around to see it anyways…
or so you think.
however, time passes and yangyang seems to have disappeared. you take disappointed walk of shame back to the hotel and rest up, because maybe your luck will return for the concert. and it does. the concert was fun, you had an amazing view and everything went well. but something lingered in the back of your mind. you were so close to them. logically, the members would get dinner nearby the hotel? it felt a bit stalkerish, but you’ve already gone so far. you waited around the restaurant where you saw their managers waiting at and prayed that they might appear. and they did, but to your dismay, they had a private room where fans like you couldn’t disrupt their personal time. you watched them from afar once again- so close yet so far. but you couldn’t help but notice that feeling that you were being watched. the same feeling as the other night when you searched for yangyang.
it was your last night. you couldn’t leave empty handed. it was pathetic, but it didn’t matter. your day consisted of waiting in the lobby and checking twitter for updates on wayv. you came so close, you couldn’t flop. you didn’t even know what you wanted, an autograph? a picture? it was pure adrenaline now but you had to meet your bias, if only for a moment.
suddenly, reality hit you. what the fuck are you doing right now? you’re in a new country and instead of exploring, you are camping a hotel lobby like a freak, just to get a sliver of attention from a celebrity who doesn’t even know you exist. the realization crumbles your mentality and you immediately get up to leave the hotel. it was due time to touch some grass. determined to make the most of your time left of your trip, you set off into the city.
a long day passes and neither wayv nor yangyang passed your mind. that all changed when you noticed the members entering the hotel right as you arrived. heart racing, you felt the urge to approach, but you didn’t. they’re people too, you tell yourself- they deserve to not be bothered by a desperate little fan like you. so you just watched. waiting across the street to give some distance as four of the members made their way into the hotel
building. for a moment, you wondered why only four of them returned and why one was missing.
“you aren’t very subtle” a voice speaks lowly behind you. it was dark and you could barely make out who you were looking at when you turned around, but that voice was undeniable. your breath caught in your throat. “i could call the police on you, you know?” his eyes are on you. he could definitely see you better than you could see him, “but you’re not from here. i imagine getting arrested in a foreign country would make things really hard.”
“you’re…” your voice is barely above a whisper
“i’m?” he replies “you know who i am”
“you’re ten”
“mhm” he nods, hands sliding into his pockets as he gets closer “you’re stalking us”
the night is quiet, no one is around yet you feel a surge of embarrassment at his accusation. as if everyone was watching you. he wasn’t entirely wrong though. but you wanted to deny it to save face. or at least whatever you could salvage.
“no i-“ you stutter “it’s not like that… i just happened-“
“just happened to be at the same hotel as us? same restaurant we went to last night? wandering around the same streets at the same time? cmon. we’re not blind. at least i’m not.”
you don’t know what to say. your cheeks are burning red and there is nothing left for you to say so you just gawk at him like an idiot. because he’s still ten lee, standing right in front of you. nothing he’s saying really processes to you.
ten’s gaze is on you. he’s piercing you and nothing feels real. you could never tell what he’s thinking now, but somehow it felt dangerous. you’ve admired this man and his group for ages, but he’s still a stranger. he shifts his weight as he speaks, “i’m feeling nice today” he says, looking over his shoulder, “do you want to come with me?”
now, you truly understand why he looked at you like that. you’re right. he’s a stranger. but over all of that he is a man.
—
the backs of your knees already feel weak, nearly ready to buckle in at the sound of his voice registering lower. his hot breath ticlkles your cheek and suddenly everything is so real. his face inches closer and he stops when he is only a hair away from your lips. you feel the tickle of his voice as he speaks, “you’re gonna be a good girl for me and keep these lips shut?” you try to give him a silent affirmation but he squeezes your cheeks a little harder, unsatisfied. “words”
“yes” you choke out through puckered lips. it was a little embarrassing how fast you said that. but you didn’t get much time to soak in the embarrassment when his lips suddenly attach onto yours. his tongue is quick to slither into your mouth. there was something in the back of your mind knowing he’d be freaky like this.
his hand leaves your cheeks to grab the nape of your neck, pulling your mouth deeper into his, almost as if he was trying to eat you alive. this feeling was cut short, however, when the elevator annouces the floor level and the doors slide open.
ten was quick. as if it was muscle memory, he throws his hood over his head and unties the flannel around his waist to toss it over your head, covering your face. his hand is still on the nape of your neck as he ushers you swiftly down the corridor. before you know it, you’re pushed into the hotel room and the flannel covering your head is pulled off to reveal a nicely decorated suite. definitely nicer than the single bed room you booked.
his hand smoothes your hair after grabbing his flannel off you, “you alright?” he asks. there is a soft smirk on his lips. no sign of hesitation. you wonder for a moment how many times he’s done this. you wonder if all idols do kind of thing often. after all, they live a different life and it’s really processing to you in this moment. however, your pondering is cut short when you feel him push you back a you stumble onto the bed.
“so yanayang is your bias?” ten purrs into
your ear as he crawls onto you, “i saw the way you look at him. i bet you have a cute little photocard of him that you carry around hm? what about me? you don’t like me?”
ten’s soft lips trail onto your neck. “don’t you think i should be your bias? you’re under me right now.”
he strips you easily, peeling off your clothes before you even realize. everything is pretty much a blur right now.
“so easy” ten mutters. you’re not quite sure if he was saying that to you or himself. “stupid little girl. you’d let us just do anything to you. just like that, huh?”
his words strike you, and you try to push him back, “fighting me?” he laughs “c’mon- do you know how lucky you are right now? how many fans would die to be in your spot right now? don’t be difficult.”
confidence fuels you. or maybe it’s fear. right now he isn’t the idol ten lee you’ve worshipped. right now he is a man who is holding you down, unbuckling his jeans. you struggle, thrashing against the bed.
it wasn’t hard to hold you down. you’re much smaller, much weaker. but the struggle excites him. maybe you weren’t so easy. he just chuckles before tossing you onto your stomach.
“be good for me and maybe i’ll let you meet yangyang.”
“i don’t wanna…” you plead weakly. but it fell on def ears.
before you knew you were pressed under him as his cock pumped in and out of you at a brutal pace. you couldn’t move even if you wanted to as he pressed you into the bed with his body weight.
“maybe i should tell yangyang that you’re a stupid little slut with a tight little cunt then maybe he’ll give you some attention.” he pants into your ear. the sweat from his chest drips onto your own skin as he pounds into you. it’s painful, he didn’t prep you at all since you decided you want to struggle against him so much. maybe this’ll teach you a lesson for next time. you’d be a cute little thing to have around, he thinks to himself.
long fingers curl around your neck as he squeezes your throat. he bites you as well, leaving marks as you cry out, tears pouring down your cheeks as he takes advantage of your body.
it feels like hours, you’re not really sure, but ten fucks you in several positions. his stamina on stage truly reflects here when you’re enduring round after round. you think that he could maybe do
this forever and not get tired. you, on the other hand are spend. all the fight you had earlier is worn out and you are on the brink of passing out. saliva pools from your lips onto the sheets below you as you just take each thrust from him. your skin is bruised, your eyes are red, your skin is covered in your own and his fluids, but he’s still going.
your eyelids flutter and your body feels light. moments from passing you, you suddenly hear the door hotel room click. there’s was no way you could even react.
“ten?” a dreadfully familiar voice calls out “why’re you in my room man? you took my room card and i-“
yangyang stands at the foot of the bed. ten doesn’t even slow down.
“my bad, man.” he looks down at you, his smile more sinister than ever, “you wanted to meet him right?”
summary: donghyuck doesn’t like you going on dates with anyone else, especially lee jeno. you’re supposed to be his. and only his.
genre: smut
warnings: yandere vibes, a little dub con, anal sex, squirting, overstimulation, oral sex, breeding, degradation, thigh riding, it’s just filthy because i miss hyuck
i haven’t posted since january? oops…
“I think you’re overreacting.”
Donghyuck watches as you apply a sinful shade of red to your lips, leaning over his bathroom sink to double check the smudges. He’s tempted to push you down further and hike up your skirt so he can slide right in. His mind is pumping on dirty thoughts and jealousy, revolving around the thought of you wearing all of this for Lee Jeno.
warnings: heavy dubcon, very much bordering on noncon, forced intoxication, drug use (weed), manipulative nomin, mean doms nomin, they’re very condescending, infantilising language, they are not good people. reader does end up enjoying it but absolutely cannot consent in this state. this is dark content by design. i’m not your babysitter and i’m not responsible for your triggers nor for what content grown adults consume. hate is deleted and blocked. also: unprotected sex, mentioned double penetration, sir kink, pet names, praise and degradation etc.
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“One more.”
The blunt presses against your lips, demanding access again. You shake your head weakly; pathetically. “J-Jeno,” you hiccup. “Enough, please.”
He doesn’t respond, as you knew he wouldn’t; just grips your jaw between long fingers and pries your lips apart with force. “Open.”
“Come on, pretty.” Jaemin’s voice is softer, a gentle presence behind you. His words are whispered, lips grazing playfully along the back of your neck and trailing across your skin like he’s trying to get a taste of you. “You said you wanted to feel good, didn’t you?”
You did. You do. You do want to feel good, of course you do—the problem is that you don’t feel good. Not at all.
You feel…terrible, really. Too much. Sick. Dizzy. Dazed. Your limbs are weak and fuzzy and your head is like a deadweight on your neck, too heavy to hold up on your own. It all feels wrong.
They don’t care, though; they like it, in fact. That much is plain.
They like it because it gave them a reason to pull you down into Jaemin’s lap, cooing over how weak you are, how precious and perfect you look with your eyes wide and your body limp and helpless.
And when you start to squirm again as Jeno swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, it gives Jaemin a reason to tighten his grip on you until it’s almost painful; to snake his arms around your waist and let his hands wander closer and closer to where they’ve been dying to go all night. All night, every night, for longer than they’d ever care to tell you.
The movements are slow now; careful, like you’re a tiny animal he’s trying not to spook. It’s overly cautious, he knows that—he could do pretty much anything right now and you’d do nothing but take it—but he’s always had a weakness for you. A good thing, perhaps; a softness to temper Jeno’s harder side. A balance to keep them both in check when it comes to you. Strictness without abject cruelty and kindness without undue leniency.
Like this though, his softness is purely out of kindness. Being fairly fucked up already you hardly seem to notice his hands on you; don’t feel or understand the heaviness or the possessiveness behind his touch enough to form your own opinion on whether you actually want it or not. And if you do—well, you’re tripping. Who’s to say what’s real and what isn’t. All they’re doing, as far you’ll be concerned tomorrow, is taking care of you like they always do.
“Open your mouth,” Jeno says again. His posture has tightened now, body tense. Restraint weakening. “Don’t be a brat.”
The whine you let out is guttural; you hate when Jeno calls you that word, when he scolds and chides you like a little kid. It always makes you feel so small, so embarrassed and ashamed.
And it’s even worse at times like this; when it seems to do something else, too. Something that can’t be soothed no matter how much you squirm on Jaemin’s lap, seeking a relief that doesn’t come to a discomfort you can’t place.
Hjs hold on you tightens again, and his grip feels a little more protective now. It probably is, actually; he more than anyone is familiar with Jeno’s quick temper and heavy hand and he doesn’t want to see you on the receiving end of it tonight. You’re too tiny and precious and pliant in his lap to allow that. “Ay, Jeno, she’s not a brat,” he tuts. “Don’t be so hard on her. She’s just a little dazed, aren’t you baby? Natural for a first timer.”
You nod your agreement, bobbing your head back and forth; you don’t realise you haven’t actually stopped nodding until Jeno grabs your head firmly and holds you steady in his hands. He looks…enthralled. “Fuck, you’re out of it aren’t you?” He says. His tone has softened just enough to satisfy the other man. “Little baby. Can’t handle anything. Do you even know what I’m saying right now?”
You pause for a moment, mulling it over then nod again, just once this time. “Yeah,” you breathe. “Jen, I feel weird.”
“Oh I know,” he croons. “Why don’t you have another, baby, you’ll feel better.”
Another? Feel better? You doubt that, somehow. Before you can think to reply, though, the blunt is pushing at your lips again, even firmer now. Still you try to resist it, stubborn to the end; there’s a noise of frustration, then Jaemin pinches your nose just enough to restrict your breathing until your mouth finally opens of its own accord, desperate for air and the blunt finally slips inside.
“Good girl.”
After a few more seconds, a few deep breaths guided by Jaemin’s quiet, murmured praise, it’s over; Jaemin takes his hand off your nose as the blunt is pulled away, and you can finally breathe again, unimpeded by smoke or substance. He pats your back soothingly, rubbing small patterns while you cough and splutter in his lap. “Poor darling,” he mutters. The excitement in his voice is unmistakable.
It doesn’t take long—a few minutes, maybe—for it to finally take hold. On a beginner like you the effects are delightfully obvious; eyes drooping further, body relaxing and sinking deeper into Jaemin’s hold and you stop squirming too; any ability or will to resist still lingering in your little body now finally flushed out. Now there’s nothing left but them. Their voices, their touch; their whims.
You’re not certain how you feel right now—distant, maybe? Detached—not relaxed, but not scared either. Just…
Soft lips press against your crown, breathing you in. The thoughts fade out as quickly as they came. “Poor girl,” Jaemin mumbles. “Can’t even think straight. You really are easy for it, huh?”
“How do you feel?” Jeno asks. “Can you talk?”
It takes you a moment to respond and even then your words are slow; slurred. “Yeah, I— yeah.”
“I think she’s done, Jen,” Jaemin says; he nibbles at the top of your ear, dragging his tongue down to your neck and nipping at the soft skin. “She’s shaking.”
“Shaking?” Jeno echoes, raising an eyebrow. His gaze flickers down to your hands, gripping Jaemin’s forearm and, yes, shivering just as he said. “Oh princess,” Jeno smiles. “You’re gone.”
Jaemin laughs from behind you, deep and familiar; he grabs your waist to turn you on his lap and adjust your position so you’re perched sideways, allowing him to grab your chin and turn your head to face him. His fingers dig into the skin of your waist, possessive and painful but the only thing you’re even faintly conscious of is the way he’s looking at you.
Completely and utterly crazed.
“Look at you,” he coos. “All drugged up. That feel good, honey?”
You blink, dumbfounded—you don’t even know what you want to say, let alone how you’d go about saying it. Your head is a mess, thoughts blurred and hazy and falling into each other and their voices and hands feel strange and foreign; touches distant on your skin and permeating beneath it at the same time. You’ve never felt anything like this. You didn’t know this was a feeling you could feel, so faintly and powerfully at the same time.
“Oh dear,” Jeno smiles. “Silly girl forgot her words already.” He grabs your face and pulls you forward so your forehead is pressed up against his; inescapable. “Say ‘yes sir, it feels good.’ Can you do that?”
You nod, swallowing dryly. “Yes sir.” Your gaze is locked on Jeno even as you’re speaking to Jaemin, as though your words will fail you the moment you look away, and your eyes are glazed over and empty and dumb. “It feels…feels good.”
“Oh, good girl,” Jaemin says. He pats your butt fondly, squeezing the flesh just firmly enough to make your breath hitch. “Answering me so politely. Such good manners. Doing so well, isn’t she Jen?”
Jeno grunts, fingers combing through your hair. “She is,” he says. “Should be rewarded.”
“What are you thinking?”
He’s silent for a moment; his eyes graze over your body and linger on your chest; on the flushed skin that rises and falls with each slow, laboured breath.
Then they go lower—to your little legs perched on Jaemin’s lap; clenched together like you’re desperate to keep them shut—like you’re trying to keep a secret from him. He doesn’t like that. He wants to know—to see, to touch—everything.
His hands come to rest on your knees and your eyes widen a little at the contact but you say nothing; just stare down at him with parted lips and pliant limbs as he slowly spreads your legs.
He almost wishes it was summer, so you’d be wearing those slutty pink pyjamas that you like to pretend cover your ass properly—but this blue silk number is sweet enough for him too. They’ll have it off of you soon, anyway.
“Jen,” you mumble; faintly aware, apparently. “What are you—”
“Shh,” he soothes. “Be a good girl, stay still now.”
His hand trails upwards towards your core; your breath stutters and you’re squirming a little, whining softly but he just ignores you. His hand stops just short of your pussy, squeezing and pinching at your thigh while Jaemin’s hand trails downward again; he fingers at the hem of your pyjama pants, trailing across the skin of your tummy hidden just beneath them. “So soft,” he murmurs. “So good. You like it when we touch you, honey?”
Maybe if you were sober you’d try and deny it, but in this state you—and they—know you can’t. Because their touch feels good; feels warm and comfortable and familiar even though you’ve never quite experienced it in this way.
You’ve cuddled them before, of course; you’re a touchy person, so are they and you’ve spent many a night curled up in their arms while they run large, soft palms up and down your back. The feeling of Jaemin’s fingers on your neck isn’t new, either; when you’re particularly stressed or irritable he likes to push them into your skin, rubbing at the tender flesh and fingering at your pressure points until you calm down. Even your ass is no stranger to it; Jeno in particular always seems to find his way towards it, from soft squeezes while you snuggle against his chest to accidental brushes as he walks by to a painful swat when he thinks you’re misbehaving. He says it’s not serious, that if he really wanted to punish you he’d be turning you over his knee and spanking you properly, but it hurts all the same.
And if you were a little less dumb maybe you’d see the way his eyes flash when you cry out at the pain—or the way his palm twitches at his side, desperate for more.
He’s not stupid, though—he knows you spook easily, knows you’re closed off and hesitant and he has enough composure not to break and scare you off and ruin everything they have planned for you.
Everything he does, with you in particular, is measured; planned out to the letter. He knows when to push you and when to stop.
He doesn’t stop now. He lets his hand brush across your clothed pussy, light enough that he could claim it’s accidental and he hears you gasp softly; feels your body tense at the sensation. “What, baby?”
“Jen,” you mumble. “I—”
“Hm?” He raises an eyebrow, trying to appear firm but he can’t stop the smile pulling at his lips; this is exactly how he’s always wanted you. How he knew he could get you—tiny and pliant and desperate no matter how much you try to hide it. “I’m trying to give you your reward, remember? Don’t you want it?”
“No I do, I just—”
“Jeno is trying to do something nice for you.” Jaemin’s voice is crooning, one hand gripping your jaw to force you to look into his soft but stern eyes as he speaks. “Are you being ungrateful?”
You shake your head, tears brimming again; you’re not ungrateful, of course you’re not ungrateful—you’re just high and confused and you don’t understand what they’re doing or what they’re planning or why you so desperately want more of it. They must see you starting to break; must know your composure is weaker than normal in this state because they soften quickly, stroking your flushed skin as Jeno slides your pyjama bottoms down your legs.
The chill hits you at once, cold but not quite biting but Jeno’s hands are warm as they rub up and down your thighs with feather-light touches. His pupils are a little dilated, lips parted slightly and he looks…you don’t know. You don’t know if you need to know. If you need to know anything now.
“Pretty panties, baby,” Jaemin says. He sneaks his hand around your waist to press against the thin material, right on your clit and you squeak in surprise. He raises an eyebrow, all innocence. “What’s wrong, pet? Am I hurting you?”
“No,” you say quickly. “No, it— I like it.”
He hums. “Want more?”
Yes.
“Let’s lie her down,” Jeno says. He doesn’t wait for either of your agreements before lifting you off the other’s lap and setting you down on your back, splayed across the soft couch. So far beneath them and so out of it, the sight of them standing above you, looking down with intense, predatory eyes, is as intimidating as it is thrilling.
Jeno is the first to move; he straddles you without word or fuss, cupping your head in his hands and pressing his bulge against your clothed pussy. The sensation makes you squirm, even more intense than the feeling of Jaemin’s finger earlier and the sight makes him laugh quietly. “Desperate,” he scoffs, and then his lips are on yours.
The kiss is rough and messy but there’s a tenderness behind it that could only come from them; could only come from your two best friends who have always done everything for you. They’ve never denied you anything—even things you didn’t even know you wanted.
Already you scarcely remember how scared and unsure you were earlier, how wrong it all felt. How could you remember, when the feeling of him on top of you, hands and lips trailing across every inch of your skin with fervent desperation, feels so right?
And more than that—he feels big too.
You’ve never been a particularly sexual person; you’ve only ever had sex with boyfriends, and even then, it was much more for them than for you. You assumed you were just asexual or something; that sex just wasn’t something you’d ever enjoy or crave and it’s a fact you’ve made peace with over time.
But now. Here. With them. You can’t think of a time you’ve ever wanted something more.
Your body is responding of its own accord; your hips lift up to press harder against Jeno’s bulge and your hands reach pathetically for him, wrapping around his waist with an iron grip. He grunts, a satisfied sound and tilts your chin upwards with a long finger. “You want me?” He breathes. “Say it.”
You just moan, already too overwhelmed to talk but the feeling of a hand in your hair, yanking your head back painfully, sobers you slightly. Jaemin’s eyes are stern, staring down at you from above. “Jeno asked you a question,” he says. “What do we do when someone asks us a question?”
You swallow, flushing slightly; this isn’t the first time you’ve been chided for this. “We answer,” you whisper. Just as they taught you.
“Good,” he says. “Answer him, then. Nothing happens until you do.”
You nod, mumbling your apology and he releases his grip; you turn back to Jeno and force the words out from your tight, scratchy throat. “I want you,” you say. “Please, Jen.”
“Good girl,” he smiles. “There’s those manners. Jaemin, why don’t you get behind her? We’ll wanna keep her still if she starts squirming.”
“I’m sure she knows better than that,” Jaemin says, the warning obvious in his tone, “but good idea. Greedy little sluts need a firm hand sometimes, don’t they? Especially stupid, drugged up little sluts.”
You’ve never heard him speak like this; even Jeno raises an eyebrow, taken aback. Jaemin fixes him with a look in return that almost seems challenging. “What, Jen?” He smiles. “Think I can’t be tough like you? I know exactly what she needs.”
“I’m not complaining. Let’s get her settled now.”
You let them sit you up—though you’re unsure how much resistance you could put up even if you didn’t want this now—and Jaemin’s body is a warm presence behind you as you sink back into it. “Hey, pretty baby,” he mumbles, lips pressed against your crown with returning softness. “Be good for us, yeah? We’ll look after you.”
“Okay,” you whisper. “Nana, please.”
“Nuh uh,” he tuts. “Tonight you’re gonna call us sir, okay bunny? Can you do that?”
“Yes sir.” The word feels natural on your tongue now and the pleased noise he makes is a reward in itself.
“Good girl,” he says. “Fuck, so good. How long’s it been since you got your little pussy filled?”
Your heart could jump out of your chest now; entire body buzzing and blurred. Your breath stutters. “A while, sir.”
Jeno grunts. His voice is hoarse, breaking under the weight of you—of his need for you. “Bet you’re tight, huh?” He rasps. “Better be.”
“Take her panties off,” Jaemin says, all authority. His thumbs trace small circles on your hips, soothing and electrifying all at once. “Sweetheart,” he mumbles. “D’you want us both in your pussy, or d’you want me in your ass?”
You blink. “My ass?”
“Whay, you never done that before?” Jeno asks. You shake your head and he laughs. “Cute. We’ll have to try it. You’d take it, right? Like our good girl?”
“Of course she will,” Jaemin answers for you. “We’ll both have her pussy for now, though. She’ll need her asshole trained if she’s never done it before. Wouldn’t wanna hurt her, would we? Not our little girl.”
“Course not,” Jeno smiles. “We’ll stretch her out some other time, then. I’m not feeling that patient today.”
You feel Jaemin’s smile against the skin of your neck as it stretches into a grin. “You think I am?”
He doesn't reply; just yanks your panties down your legs, dangling the soaking material dangling from one of his fingers like a trophy. “There,” he hums. His gaze turns back to you. “Gonna be good?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good,” he purrs. “Keep those legs spread for me. You’re gonna make us proud now.”
“Close your eyes,” Jaemin whispers. “Jeno’s a bit big, don’t look, hm? He’ll be inside before you know it. Breathe with me, baby.”
The feeling of Jeno’s cock prodding against your entrance makes you jolt, gasping slightly but Jaemin’s grip is as firm as it is comforting. He keeps talking, soft words you barely understand as the other pushes in and fuck, Jaemin didn’t lie—Jeno is huge. Stretching you so far it feels more like splitting. You’re whimpering, faintly aware of the tears welling in your eyes and you’d be a little worried that he’s actually hurting you were it not for numbing, dizzying pleasure pulsating through you as he finally starts to move. Everything feels good, feels present, feels alive and feels right. Even the pain of the stretch fades so quickly that you can’t help but feel like you were made for this; for him. For them.
“Fuck, good girl,” Jeno groans. He’s obviously just as affected, eyes squeezed shut like he’s trying to get ahold of himself. “Jesus Christ. How are you not a fucking virgin? I feel like I’m—fuck, like I’m breaking her, Nana.”
“You’re not,” Jaemin says. He presses a kiss to your cheek, listening to your soft, sharp gasps as his friend fucks into you harder. “Look at her squirming like she’s trying to take you deeper. She fucking loves this shit. Don’t you, baby?”
By now Jeno’s fucking you so hard you can barely think, let alone answer; the noise you make is somewhere between a moan and a sob and he laughs, mocking, and slaps your cheek. “Don’t go dumb yet,” he says. “Need you to feel every fucking inch of me. Need you to know exactly who’s fucking you. Tell me, baby, tell me who’s breaking you like this.”
The tears are falling freely now, sticking to your flushed cheeks, the pleasure and pain and the feeling of their attention and control almost too much to take. Not to mention the foul, filthy words coming from their mouths like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
They’ve never spoken to you like this before; never even hinted at a proclivity for that sort of thing. They like to tease, sure, but this isn’t teasing; it’s degrading, objectifying, and the way Jeno thrusts into you with every word makes you somehow feel like this is how they wanted to treat you all along.
And what’s worse, what’s even more humiliating, is how electrifyingly right it feels to be treated like this. How it lights you up; like this isn’t just how they wanted to treat you but how they were meant to; how you always needed and wanted and craved to be handled.
You’re sobbing their names, over and over like a prayer and you don’t know if you could stop even if you wanted to. Nor do you know exactly what it is you want; what you want beyond them, them, them.
“Jeno.” It feels like every time you speak your voice is smaller and weaker and more strangled.
“That’s it,” he grins. “Yeah. I’m doing this to you. We are.”
The next thrust is the deepest yet; he holds it there for a moment, dick pressing against your cervix, relishing in the way your cries get louder and more desperate. “God,” he moans. “Perfect. Perfect pussy. Shit, Jaem.”
Jaemin’s grip from behind you has tightened immeasurably, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. The feeling of his bulge pressing against your lower back tells you he’s going to be just as difficult to take as Jeno; you let your head fall back to rest on Jaemin’s shoulder, eyes closed and he wraps his hand around your neck, warm and firm.
“There we go,” he coos. His grip tightens, just heavy enough to notice; it feels steady and comforting and warning all in one. His voice drops. “Now. Are you ready for both of us?”
as the newest and youngest member of 127, it’s perfectly natural for them to want to take care of you. probably not like this, though.
requested by anon
pairing: johnny/jaehyun/mark/haechan/yuta x f!reader
word count: 4k
hate is deleted and blocked
warnings: oh boy um, a little dubcon, definitely questionable behaviour from the neos, dom!127 x sub!reader, corruption kink, virginity loss, unprotected sex, orgy, vaginal/oral sex, a few slaps, praise and degradation, innocence kink, corruption, implied LEGAL age gap (reader is around 20), sort of manipulation, size kink, power imbalance kind of, probably more but those are the big ones
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you’d been at SM since 2018, and it was starting to feel hopeless. you’d improved quickly, and by 2020 they were telling you you were ready to debut, but it just… didn’t happen. they’d let you get your hopes up that you’d debut with aespa— no dice. then there’d been talk of another girl group, which had quickly proved to be just that: talk. you were beginning to wonder if it was ever going to happen, or if you’d be better off leaving instead of wasting another six years of your life, when you were summoned to the CEO’s office.
you couldn’t believe what you were hearing— they needed a new member for nct. they wanted something different. they wanted you.
you’d sat there with your jaw agape, unsure how to respond. you? in a… boy group? that boy group? you’d never even met the nct members; the closest you’d ever gotten was when mark had accidentally walked into your practice room instead of his— and his exclamation of “oh shit” before quickly shutting the door was the only time you’d heard any of their voices in real life. and now you were supposed to be in a group with them?
everything was arranged within the hour; gathering this was most likely your last chance to debut before they decided you were too old to bother with, you put your inhibitions aside and agreed. you signed the contract, shook their hands and were making to head back to the trainee dormitories when they’d stopped you— “all your things are in the 127 dormitory,” they told you. you almost laughed; you should’ve figured that they weren’t exactly asking.
you were beyond nervous to meet them; they’d been famous and, more importantly, best friends for eight years— how were you supposed to fit in with them? did they even want you there? not to mention how the fans would react— but that was a problem for a different day.
the first problem, though, quickly proved to be a non-issue; they were beyond welcoming, and quickly took you under their wing. it’s only natural, you supposed— the newest member, completely inexperienced and younger even than the dream members, it’s not surprising they took to you so easily, and were so gentle and nurturing while they showed you the ropes. it was only natural.
to a point.
the signs were there, really; the way they’d looked you up and down before looking at your face. the way their hands lingered on your waist just a few seconds too long when they hugged you for the first time. the affection they showed you that they swore was normal between all of them, but seemed to have… a little more intention behind it. and the way they praised you when you did something well— learning a dance move, hitting a note, remembering a line. “good girl,” they’d purr, cupping your face with a smile. “such a good listener.” perhaps somewhere, deep down, something in you told you this was beyond the caring, concerned members of a group welcoming their newest member. but it was far too deep to notice— buried beneath the heaps of praise and attention they showered you with. until it wasn’t. until it became too obvious to ignore.
yuta was the first one you really noticed. looking back, he was never really subtle; you saw the way he looked at you from the start— the intensity of his gaze, the way he’d swallow thickly, jaw tense when you walked through the living room in your thin summer pyjamas. he was friendly, like the others, but the way he’d find every excuse to touch you, to pull you into his arms, to snake his arm around your waist during practice and whisper in your ear about how good you’re being— was just over the line of excusable. yet you excused it.
maybe you were desperate to fit in with the group. maybe you wanted to prove yourself as an open, reliable member. maybe you loved the way their praises sounded; the warmth of their touches on your waist and thighs. whatever the reason, you never once protested— never once questioned it. even as the other members became increasingly obvious in their participation, and increasingly bold in their claim of you.
it was a few weeks in that it happened. mark had brought home a case of beer and a few bottles of soju— “we always do this, babe,” he’d said. “helps us bond when we drink together, you know?” and you’d nodded, of course; the last thing you wanted to do was question or upset the balance and routine of the group. you still felt very much like an outsider, an intruder, and you wanted to prove you could belong here— to yourself, as much as to them. it was just 6 of you tonight— johnny, jaehyun, mark, haechan and yuta, surrounding you like predators as much as protectors.
looking back, you should have realised then. you should have realised when they’d sat down in a circle, johnny shuffling next to you— “to make sure you don’t get too drunk,” he’d said. “oldest looking after the youngest.” you should have realised when he got closer and closer until, just when you were crossing the line between tipsy and drunk, he pulled you into his lap completely. you should have realised when the first game haechan suggested was ‘never have i ever’. and if not then, then you definitely should have realised when the first question they asked was never have i ever had sex.
you watched them all drink, grinning at each other as they downed the liquid. johnny adjusted you in his arms slightly to allow him to pick up his bottle and take a swig. when their expectant gazes turned to you, you could do nothing but blush. “i—”
if you’d been brave enough to look up, or sober enough to see clearly, you’d have seen the looks on their faces that were unlike anything you’d seen before— shocked, affected, protective. feral. they couldn’t believe it. no one had ever touched you. you were as pure and unsullied as you seemed— theirs for the taking.
“you’ve really,” jaehyun started, voice thick and catching in his throat, “never had sex?”
you shrugged, blushing deeper. “i was, like, 14 or 15 when i joined the company,” you mumbled. “they don’t really— i never had that sort of freedom, as a trainee. or the time.” you were beyond embarrassed, your face surely the reddest it’s ever been. you were certain they were judging you right now; laughing silently at you but too polite to show it. a room full of grown men and you, the only girl, the newest, youngest member, had proven yourself to be even less mature than you already knew they thought you were. you waited for someone to break; to laugh at you or mock you or finally admit that you didn’t belong here after all.
but they didn’t. no one said anything. johnny’s grip on your waist tightened.
“wow,” mark finally broke the silence. “that’s— fuck, that’s precious.”
you looked up in time to catch the glare yuta threw at him. “it is?” you asked. “it’s not— it’s not bad?”
“of course it’s not bad,” johnny breathed. his breath was hot on your neck, making you shiver. you felt his smile against your skin as he recognised your sensitivity. “you’re such a good girl, y/n. we always knew it.”
your mouth opened and closed, words lost on you. johnny’s hand found your thigh and gently squeezed the soft flesh. “we’ve been waiting to have someone like you in the group for a long, long time.”
“i—” your voice broke a little, cracking under the weight of their gazes on you. “really?” you squeaked.
a large, warm hand wrapped around your calf. you turned your head, making a noise of surprise, to see jaehyun staring at you with a look in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before. “really,” he said lowly. his gaze shifted, catching johnny’s for a moment, then returning to you. he squeezed your leg gently. “you’re really something,” he smiled. the tension in his neck as he swallowed thickly told you he wanted to say something else.
tentatively, you reached down to place your hand over jaehyun’s, still resting on your leg. for a moment he seemed surprised — you hadn’t yet been the one to initiate physical contact with them, after all — but his expression quickly morphed into something else. johnny’s fingers dug into your thigh. “whatcha doing, hm?” he whispered in your ear. the low hum of his voice lit fire on your skin. “you like it when we touch you?”
“i…”
“she does,” jaehyun purred. “eager little slut.”
you knew you should be offended— he just called you a slut, after all, a terrible thing to say to anyone. but instead you felt your stomach twist, and an intense, pulsing sensation a little lower. without meaning to, you let out a soft, mewling sound that seemed to affect all the men in the room. “fuck,” you heard someone, you thought haechan, groan.
slowly johnny’s hand began to move further and further up your leg, closer and closer, like he was testing the waters— seeing how far he could go before you’d push back against him. but you didn’t— you curled further into his hold, into his touch. his hands were soft and comforting. it felt good. you felt special. that was all it was.
when his fingers grazed over your shorts, a fleeting touch of your pussy, you squeaked, squirming slightly in his hold. jaehyun grinned and you watched as his hand moved from your lower leg to your chest. gently he grabbed one of your boobs and you felt your stomach drop. this was the boldest they’d ever been. he wasn’t even hiding it or disgusting it as an accident— he was owning it. he was touching you, you liked it, and he owned it.
“so tiny,” he muttered. you weren’t sure if he was talking about you or the tight little tank top he was running his hands across— when he curled his finger around one of the straps, pulling it back and letting it snap against your skin, you decided it was probably both.
the room was quiet, everyone’s focus on you and the way you were responding to every move they made. if you’d been a little more aware, you’d have noticed them inching closer and closer to you from the moment johnny took you into his arms; but only when yuta grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to meet his gaze by force, did you realise what was happening. they’d surrounded you. you couldn’t escape even if you wanted to.
he released your hair and you looked back to meet johnny’s eyes. he smiled down at you, arms wrapped around your torso, and only then did you realise that his grip was tighter, firmer than before; like he was holding you in place. keeping you still.
testing your theory, you tried to struggle; to squirm. but you couldn’t. johnny wouldn’t let you. his brow furrowed. “keep being good,” he said, tone warning. “or this is gonna go very differently.”
you didn’t want to think about what he was implying; a few times he and doyoung had threatened to punish you or take you over their knee, but you’d assumed they were joking or just trying to scare you into obedience. but maybe they were serious— maybe you really were one wrong move away from finding out just what they were capable of. you shuddered at the thought.
you watched as haechan’s hand reached towards you and finally slipped under your shorts to touch your bare skin. his eyebrows raised. “no panties?” he grinned.
you heard some mumbles of surprise and johnny’s dick twitched against your back. “slut,” he muttered. “you planned this.”
“no,” you protested, shaking your head. “i didn’t.”
“don’t lie.” haechan’s voice was firm, eyes dark. you whined again and he pinched your clit, making you squirm. “stop moving,” he said.
he may be the youngest and one of the smaller members, but haechan always intimidated you. you’d seen him angry on a few occasions; watched the rage simmer beneath the surface. he keeps his cool, but you always wondered what happens on the other side of the line. now, though, as he eased a finger into your tight hole, you’d rather not find out.
“is she tight?” yuta asked and haechan nodded, groaning slightly. “so fucking tight,” he affirmed. “fucking virgin pussy.”
“let me see,” mark said. “take her shorts off.”
“good idea,” jaehyun grinned. haechan moved his hand away for a moment, allowing the elder to slide the shorts down your legs, finally revealing what they’d been waiting so painfully long to see.
“jesus,” mark breathed.
“perfect little pussy.” jaehyun’s eyes never left your tight, dripping hole. he looked ready to devour you. “john,” he said. “can you spread her open for us?”
you’d honestly forgotten johnny was there; his hold was so warm and familiar that you hardly noticed it. he chuckled against your neck, breath tickling your skin. you knew he felt the way you shivered in response and you felt his smile widen before he lifted his head to peer down at your naked bottom half. “certainly,” he said. “be a good girl and stay still, baby.”
then his big hands were on your thighs, spreading them further apart to expose you properly. you jumped slightly when he touched your pussy, squirming and gasping until he shushed you softly; then with each hand he spread your lips apart, allowing them a full view of your hole.
yuta was the first to speak. “ok,” he breathed. “i’m fucking her first.”
there were mild protests from the others, but no one made any real move to stop him; clearly, you figured, they all knew they’d get their turn. he made quick work of his jeans; unzipping them and pulling out his dick before you registered what was happening. he caught your eye, smiling slyly. “you want it?” he asked.
at that point, you should have said no. you should have put a stop to all this and run to taeyong, or doyoung, or someone because this was all wrong and you knew that. they knew that. but this had gone too far already and right now, all you cared about, all you could think about, was the hard, dripping cock in yuta’s hand. “yes,” you whispered.
his smile widened as he approached you, situating himself between your spread legs. “hold her still for me, john,” he said. johnny made a noise of agreement, moving his hands to hold your thighs firmly open.
though not the largest in the group, yuta was by no means small; just the sight of his cock throbbing and pulsating in his palm made you twitch nervously. once the tip was resting against your entrance, he gently cupped your face, pulling you forward to press a kiss to your nose. it was tender and sweet and the complete opposite to what was about to happen.
it took him a while to push all the way inside you; his size and your lack of experience made it difficult to fit. but he managed, eventually, with the help of johnny’s finger on your clit, making you wetter for his band mate to fuck you; and the feeling of his dick inside you was beyond description. you felt used, full, objectified in the best way. you felt like a doll; spread open for his cock and ready to take whatever he decided to give you. slowly he started to move; his arms rested on your thighs, holding you down and giving him leverage to fuck you. you threw your head back when he finally hit against your cervix, completely overwhelmed, and johnny took the chance to grab your neck, holding you in position looking up at him. he tilted his head. “feel good?” he asked.
a weak ‘nngh’ was all you could manage in response, but none of them faulted you for it. johnny grinned and released your neck only to shove his fingers into your mouth. you choked at the surprise intrusion but quickly got used to it; soon the large, thick fingers were a comforting presence and you sucked at them desperately as yuta continued to stretch you open. you looked back to face the others, and saw that the three not touching you all had their dicks in their hands, stroking themselves to the scene in front of them.
“no one cum,” johnny ordered the watching men. “she’s gonna take all our loads. aren’t you?”
you nodded, but at that moment, pussy stuffed and mouth full while the others watched, you’d have agreed to anything johnny said just for the fact that it was him that said it— and to hear the deep, approving “good girl”, that came in response.
yuta came quickly and without warning; he moaned and shouted something in japanese as he made two or three hard, final thrusts before you felt him release inside you. it felt warm, strangely. it felt nice.
he stayed on top of you for moment, breathing heavily, before pulling out and retreating. you felt warm liquid slowly spilling out of you for a moment, before johnny’s long finger pushed it back in. “good girls don’t waste their owners’ cum,” he muttered and you blushed, nuzzling into his neck.
“alright,” johnny said, “who’s next?”
“us.” you looked up to see mark and haechan approaching you and johnny raised an eyebrow. “both of you?” he asked.
“pussy and mouth,” mark said, like it was obvious. “duh.”
johnny hummed, pressing his face against yours. “can you take that, baby? two cocks at once?”
“of course she can,” haechan rolled his eyes. “she doesn’t have a choice.”
“take it easy, man,” jaehyun muttered, but the look of sheer delirium on your face told him just how much you were loving this— being used without a say in what happened to your own body. you knew they’d stop if you told them; but why would you?
johnny helped you lie down, head in his lap as haechan climbed on top of your chest. his dick was hard and leaking and right in your face; he slapped it against your cheek a few times before forcing it in.
you choked, eyes watering, but took it into your mouth obediently. you’d never done this before, so you let haechan take the lead, which he probably would have done anyway; you let him slam his dick against the back of your throat, again and again, ignoring you whining and choking around his cock. it was painful and uncomfortable and degrading but at the same time it somehow felt so fucking good. maybe it was the way johnny whispered praises in your ear, telling you how well you’re taking your members, what a good teammate you are. or maybe it was the feeling of mark sliding into your pussy easily, finally filling you up again.
he wasn’t as big as yuta, but especially to someone who was a virgin a few minutes ago, he was the furthest thing from small. he fucked you slower and more tenderly than the elder, but he gripped your hips with the same firm, unquestioned ownership of you that they all exuded. somehow he and haechan fell into the same rhythm, their cocks hitting the deepest parts of you at the same time and it was completely overwhelming. through watering eyes you stared up at haechan, barely making out his face through your tears. you moaned around his cock, struggling with his size and you felt your teeth graze against his shaft. he stopped for a moment, cursing under his breath before his palm collided with your face. it wasn’t particularly painful, but it left a lingering sting that floated among the multitudes of different sensations you were experiencing.
“don’t fucking bite me,” he growled, before his thrusts started again.
you heard johnny click his tongue, running his hands through your hair. “bad girl,” he chuckled. “can’t handle a dick in your mouth, huh?”
you whined, sound muffled by haechan’s cock and you heard the men laugh. “we’ll train her up,” haechan grinned. suddenly he grabbed your hair, pulling your head further down onto his dick as his thrusts sped up. his moans got louder and louder, turning to shouts before he cried out painfully and liquid filled your mouth. it tasted strange; salty and strange at the same time. when he pulled out, you saw white liquid coating his cock. “hold on, haechan,” johnny said. “she’ll lick you clean.”
haechan grinned, and then his dick was at your mouth once again. you swallowed the liquid in your mouth so you could open it again, letting him feed his cock between your lips. you licked and suckled at it dutifully, and when he pulled out again, his cock was clean. “good girl,” he purred.
the sight of you licking his friend’s cock clean seemed to push mark over the edge too; he grunted, cursing loudly before you felt yourself filling up again as he released inside you. panting heavily, he sat limply for a moment before pulling out.
the sight was beyond anything they could have dreamed of; their sweet youngest member, lying naked with her head in johnny’s lap and cum leaking out of her holes, too tired and fucked out to even close her legs. they wished they could keep you like this forever; spread open, used, and ready for more.
you were barely conscious by the time jaehyun pushed into you; by now the intense waves of pleasure were a distant sensation; his voice as he spoke to you clouded by the overwhelming emotions overtaking you. you felt his hands on your face, looking up to meet his kind but dark eyes and you gave him a weak smile.
he didn’t take long to cum, perhaps more out of mercy for you than anything else; before he released he pushed two fingers into your mouth, letting you suck and gag yourself on them while he chased his orgasm. he came with a yell, his final, heavy thrust finally pushing you over the edge too.
you felt yourself release around his dick, body convulsing with pleasure. you were completely delirious, screaming though your orgasm and clawing desperately at johnny’s arms. he talked you through it, voice low, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying.
when you finally finished, it proved too much to you; you went limp, completely numb as you blacked out. pulling out of you slowly, jaehyun looked uncertainly at johnny. the elder just smiled, stroking your hair. “she’s fine,” he said. “baby can’t handle that much pleasure yet.”
jaehyun smiled, staring down at your sleeping form and running a large hand up and down your thigh. he looked up, suddenly seeming troubled. “john, you didn’t get to…”
johnny laughed, shaking his head. “doesn’t matter. she needed me with her.”
jaehyun hummed, still staring quizzically at the elder, who shrugged. “it’s no big deal, jae,” he grinned. “she belongs to all of us now. i’ll get my turn.”
you woke up in bed hours later, drenched in sweat and desperate for johnny; you cried out for him, reaching into the darkness and hoping you’d find him there. when he finally walked into the room, coming to sit next to you, you were nearly in tears from how needy and empty you felt.
“johnny,” you whimpered again. “please.”
and get his turn he did.
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thanks for the request! my first nct fic, hope it was good. i def got carried away lol. reblogs and comments appreciated, requests open! love🖤🖤🖤
PAIRING. pervert!nerd!haechan, pervert!nerd!jaemin x popular!fem!reader
GENRE. smut, slight fluff
CONTENTS. explicit smut (kissing, fingering, oral (receiving), titfucking, breast play, lots of drool and spit, overstimulation, snowballing, dirty talk, rimming, anal play, missionary, riding, mating press, breeding/creampies)
WORD COUNT. 8.7k
SUMMARY. when your professor pairs you with the two smartest students in your class for a group project, you find yourself making an interesting deal with them. or, alternatively: the one where you have to help two nerds learn to get girls so you can pass your class.
PLAYLIST. n/a
NOTES. remember when i said i was up to something with these two? this is it! teehee :3 i hope you enjoy!!
“Professor Kwon, I really need to pass this class,” you say with a worried frown, and she nods in understanding, reaching over to pat your hand gently.
“I’ll see if I can scrape up any extra credit assignments for you to do, but in the meantime, you can try and do your best on the group project coming up. It’s worth thirty percent of your grade, and if you want, I can pair you up with some of the stronger students in the class to help ensure you get a good grade.” she offers helpfully, and your face lights up with a relieved smile as you nod.
“I would love that,” you gush gratefully. “Thank you so much, Professor Kwon! I really appreciate all your help.” You can tell from her kind expression that she knows your words are sincere, and it warms your heart that she’s been so helpful and generous.
“No worries, dear. I’ll email you tonight with some extra credit assignments for you, okay?” she says, and you nod in agreement as you pack up your bags to leave her office hours.
“I’ll be waiting! Thank you again, and have a great rest of your day!” You chirp, slinging your bag over your shoulder before exiting her office.
As you head down the hall, you think about who, in your thirty-person class, she could possibly pair you up with that could help your grade.
“Okay, class, I’m going to pair you up with your partners for the group project. Just a reminder—it is worth thirty percent of your grade, so please take this seriously. I would hate to have to fail any of you.” Professor Kwon says as she looks out at the classroom.
Indistinct mutterings go around, and you look around as you contemplate who she might put you with. There’s Mark Lee, the sweet, endearingly bubbly English major in the year below you who’s also an RA for the building across from your dorm.
There’s Huang Renjun, the smart, quiet art major junior in the same year as Mark, and he could be a good partner, you suppose—
You’re dragged out of your reverie by the sound of your professor saying your name, followed by, “Lee Haechan, and Na Jaemin.”
Oh. Well, you’re certainly not upset by that development. You look across the room, where Jaemin and Haechan are sitting together, to see that they’re already looking over at you. Haechan smiles nervously and averts his gaze quickly, but Jaemin leans into the eye contact, giving you a small wave.
You smile and wiggle your fingers back in greeting, making Jaemin grin and Haechan dissolve into excited giggles, the older male pushing his thick, black-rimmed glasses up on his nose absentmindedly.
Your professor finishes reading off the groups and waves her hands at you all, gesturing for you to get situated with your partners. You move to stand only to see that Haechan is rushing to stand up and make his way over to you, clutching his notebook and papers to his chest almost protectively.
Haechan and Jaemin are also the year below you, and you know them relatively well, given that you’re the RA for their dorm building—well, you know a bit about them: they live across the hall from you, they’re avid gamers, and, if you’re not mistaken, they’re two of the top students in the class.
You watch with an amused smile as Jaemin leisurely slings his bag over his shoulder, the cool, calm, and collected counterpart to your other partner, and they both make their way over to where you sit, Haechan sitting in the chair in front of you and turning it around to face you while Jaemin sits beside you.
“Hi,” Haechan greets quietly, and you shoot him a friendly smile.
“Hi, Haechan,” you reply sweetly, and his face breaks out into a brilliant, shy grin.
“Hi.” he says again, and Jaemin snorts.
“You said that already.”
“Well, I’m saying it again.” Haechan counters, and you chuckle.
“Hi,” you say, “again.”
“...Hi.” he mumbles shyly, barely able to get the words out past his excited smile.
“Hi, Jaemin,” you greet, turning to look at the male beside you.
He shoots you a dazzling smile that makes you wonder, for a moment, how he even got the label of “nerd” everyone classifies him as. Haechan is a bit more understandable, given his general flustered nature around girls, but Jaemin’s always been calm and easygoing—you’d even go so far as to say he’s smooth. However, you suppose that after hearing Jaemin rant and rave about video games and the like, you can see why someone might label him as one even if you don’t find video games all that nerdy.
“Hi,” he replies easily, lifting his eyebrows in greeting. It’s your turn to avert your gaze, the mildly suggestive gesture making you feel a little hot under the collar when you couple it with the fact that he can’t keep his eyes off of you.
“So, um,” you say, clearing your throat slightly, “I think we should meet up after classes today to talk about what we’re gonna do for our group project.”
“Okay,” Haechan agrees instantly, nodding vigorously. “We can meet up in the library? Or the cafeteria—or—well, maybe you’d wanna meet up somewhere private—” he starts to ramble, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion, holding up a finger to stop him. He falls silent immediately, widened, slightly starstruck eyes gazing at you so intently you find yourself growing more endeared to him.
“Why would it matter if it’s in private or not?” you ask, brows furrowed, and Haechan nibbles at his bottom lip, exchanging a wordless glance with Jaemin. “Haechan?”
“In case you… y’know… don’t necessarily want to be seen with us.” he mumbles quietly, and you frown deeply.
“Why would I not want to be seen with you?” you ask, already feeling like you know the answer.
“Because—” Haechan looks around the room to see if anyone’s paying attention to him before continuing, “because we’re nerds,” he says, whispering the word like it’s a slur, “and you’re—well, you know who you are.”
“How about you tell me who I am?” you press gently with a playful smile. “Just to refresh my memory.”
“You’re you. You’re one of the cool seniors—you’re one of the only RAs that everyone likes—and you’re…. y’know… popular.” Haechan whispers that word both like it’s a dream and a word that doesn’t belong in his mouth, and you won’t lie and say it doesn’t bother you slightly.
“Haechan.”
“Mm?” Haechan replies, and you drum your manicured nails on the table in front of you to stop his gaze from wandering furtively around the room.
“First of all, this isn’t a stereotypical clique-y high school movie.” you chuckle. “I can be seen with anyone I want; it never mattered to me.”
“Okay,” he replies hesitantly, but you can sense some of the tension leaving his body as he gradually relaxes.
“Second of all: don’t call yourselves nerds like that—like it’s a label that actually matters. You’re just Haechan, and he’s just Jaemin, and I’m just me.” you finish carefully, and he cracks a smile, looking up from where your hands rest on the table to meet your gaze.
“Okay, cool.” he mumbles, smile growing as your words sink in.
“We can meet on the quad after class if you want,” you say, deliberately choosing the most public location you can think of.
“Well—” Jaemin cuts in, and you turn to look at him to see that he’s looking between you and Haechan. “There are no outlets on the quad… it’s just grass and some trees.”
“True,” you muse thoughtfully. “Where do you guys want to meet?”
“The dorm? Oh, but—” Haechan cuts himself off, shooting a panicked glance Jaemin’s way. “I don’t think my side of the room is presentable right now.”
“Okay,” you say with a laugh. “How about we meet in my room?” you offer, and Haechan’s eyes get so wide you fear he might hurt himself, while Jaemin’s brows shoot up in surprise. Looking between the two of them with growing amusement, you add on, “My last class ends at 4:30pm, and I can be back at my dorm by about 4:45pm, if that works for you guys.”
Neither of them speak for a moment, Haechan seemingly rooted in place with surprise, while Jaemin looks at him expectantly, eyes widening pointedly before he sighs and shakes his head. “Yeah, that works for us.” Jaemin answers finally, and you smile, nodding in confirmation.
“Great!”
“Class is over, everyone! Good luck on your projects, and I’ll see you next Wednesday!” Professor Kwon bids you all goodbye, and everyone starts to gather their things.
“Well, I’ll see you guys then; you know where my room is!” you say, putting your notebook in your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.
“See you later!” Jaemin replies easily, and Haechan nods as if to second Jaemin’s words.
“Bye, Haechan,” you say with a playful smile, finding it cute how flustered the male is by your attention.
“Bye,” he croaks weakly, and you giggle, turning to leave but not before catching a glimpse of Jaemin swatting Haechan’s arm in a scolding gesture.
“Would you relax? At least try to play it cool,” Jaemin whispers loudly from behind your retreating back.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it!” Haechan exclaims in a hushed voice. “She’s so pretty.”
You can’t help but smile widely to yourself as you keep walking, pretending you haven’t heard a thing.
They’re perfectly on time—in fact, if your ears don’t deceive you, they’re five minutes early, the two of them standing outside and bickering quietly.
“Listen,” Jaemin says in a stern whisper, “you’re going to act normal when we get in there. No being weird and quiet and awkward.”
“Yes, sir,” Haechan replies sarcastically, and you snicker quietly. “You try staying calm when she looks at you with those eyes.”
“I do,” Jaemin replies flatly. “If you can’t… skill issue, I guess.”
“Wh— skill issue? I bet I’m skilled at putting my foot up your ass—”
“Shut up, she might be able to hear you!”
“Why don’t you knock, then? We can meet early.”
“Why don’t I knock?” Jaemin replies incredulously. “Why don’t you?”
“Why would I knock?”
“Why would I?! You’re the one all eager to see her.”
“I’m not that eager.” Haechan mumbles bitterly, and Jaemin scoffs.
“You showered to see her.”
“So did you!”
“I always shower after classes. You also put on cologne.”
“Well— Is it a crime to want to smell good in front of a pretty girl?”
“No, but it is a crime to act like a wuss when she so much as looks at you,” Jaemin snarks, and Haechan sucks his teeth.
“Shut up.”
“You shut up.”
There’s a brief scuffle on the other side, and you hear faint slapping sounds like they’re smacking each other back and forth, and you giggle softly, walking over to your door and waiting patiently.
“Would you cut it out? Here–” Jaemin snaps, and three knocks sound out on the other side of your door.
“Shit! Do I look okay?” Haechan worries.
There's silence before Jaemin replies. “No.”
“Fuck you.”
You decide to end their bickering and open your door, smiling at the two of them. “Hi, boys.”
“Hi,” Haechan mumbles shyly, and Jaemin elbows him, glaring at him.
“Hi,” Jaemin greets pleasantly, and you step aside to let them in.
“Make yourselves comfortable.” you offer, and they enter slowly, Haechan moving cautiously like you might change your mind at any moment. “I have snacks, water, and juice if you want anything to eat or drink.”
“Oh, dope,” Haechan says eagerly, heading to your mini fridge and opening it, retrieving a blue Gatorade and plopping down on your fluffy pink rug. Jaemin takes a bag of chips from the basket on top of the fridge and sits beside Haechan so there’s room for you to sit across from them.
You take a can of pineapple juice and frown down at the metal tab. “Can one of you open this? I don’t want to break a nail.”
“I’ll do it!” Haechan exclaims, leaning forward and taking it from you. He opens it with ease and hands it back to you, blushing when you smile gratefully and slip a straw into the opening.
“Thank you, Haechan,” you hum, and he smiles bashfully, nodding.
“You’re welcome.”
“So,” you say, sitting on your bed in front of them as you sip your drink. “What should we do our project on?”
“We were thinking we could do it on something cool, like…” Haechan says, trailing off towards the end and looking over at Jaemin with a clear request for help in his eyes.
Jaemin rolls his eyes slightly, sighs, and says, “Sex.”
You can’t help but smile slightly. “Sex is cool?”
“Well— well, I guess it’s not cool,” Haechan mumbles, unsure of himself, and you cross your leg over the other, watching as his eyes drop to the hem of your skirt, a latent hunger in them as he eyes your bare legs. “But something, like, trendy and relatable.”
“So sex is trendy?” You can’t refrain from teasing him slightly, admiring the way his cheeks flush. “It’s the cool, hip, new thing all the kids are getting into, huh?”
“Well—” Haechan stammers, and you hold up a hand to stop him, the male falling silent instantly and watching you intently.
“I’m just messing with you,” you assure him, and his shoulders slump in relief. “I’m okay with that! I just wanna be super transparent and let you guys know that my passing this class is riding on this grade for this project, so it’s really important to me. I’ll do my best to pull my weight, but I’m not doing as well as you guys, so—”
“We’ll do all the work,” Jaemin offers, and you stop short, blinking at him in surprise.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Haechan chimes in, pushing his glasses up his nose slightly. “You won’t have to lift a finger.”
“...Why?” you ask carefully, and they look at each other, now both a bit shifty. “Guys?”
“Hm?” Haechan asks, and you raise an eyebrow when he doesn’t meet your gaze, clearing your throat and waiting until he does.
“What’s in it for you?”
“Well… we were thinking we could trade services.” Jaemin interjects when it becomes evident that Haechan won’t be answering your question.
“Services?” you question, sitting forward slightly. Shifting your position, you cross your legs at the ankle instead, your knees falling apart slightly, and Haechan’s eyes zero in on the space between your legs, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips as he watches you. “Your service is helping me get an A, and my service is… what, exactly?”
“Um… we were thinking you could help us socially.” Jaemin says carefully, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion.
“How?”
“Teach us how to get girls!” Haechan blurts out.
“So, let me get this straight,” you say, looking between the two of them. “You’ll make sure we get an A on this project, and in return, I have to… help you get girls?”
“Teach us how to get girls,” Haechan stresses. “Don’t just help us get one girl.”
“What’s that quote? Give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day, but teach him how to fish and he’ll eat for a lifetime.” you recall proudly, and Jaemin nods, pleasantly surprised.
“Exactly,” Haechan confirms. “I’m trying to eat for a lifetime.”
“Noted,” you giggle, and you shrug before nodding. “I don’t see why not.”
Haechan pumps his fist and whispers some sort of victory affirmation that you don’t catch but Jaemin stands up, walking over to your bed, and extends his hand in offering, making you blink at it in confusion.
“Shake on it?” he says slowly, and your mouth makes a little “o” of realization as you nod in understanding, now reaching out to shake his hand. His lips curl into an unnerving yet attractive smile as he grips your hand and pulls you a little closer to whisper, “I can’t wait for our first lesson.”
Something about his intent, unwavering gaze and the way his fingers drag against your palm as you retract your hand—the longing of it all, the lingering touch like he doesn’t want to let go—has your mind reeling in that dizzying feeling from earlier, and you wonder for a minute just what you’ve gotten yourself into.
It’s been about a week of meeting up with Haechan and Jaemin every day to work on your project, and you’ve been giving tips and tricks on how to get girls every day, both boys studiously and dutifully hanging onto your every word.
“I have a question,” Haechan states about twenty minutes into your study session, and you look at him expectantly. “When do we get to the makeover portion?”
You make a small hum of confusion. “Makeover?”
“Yeah, where you style our hair and our wardrobe and get us contacts and stuff.” Haechan says eagerly, and you chuckle.
“Your wardrobes are completely fine, my only advice for your hair is to style it off your forehead more often, and I happen to like your glasses.” you reply, and Haechan sighs in mild impatience, waving his hand dismissively.
“You don’t get it—we need to be fuckable!” Haechan stresses, and you roll your eyes in exasperation.
“Haechan, you’re already fuckable.” you explain calmly, and he opens his mouth in preparation for some witty remark, but after processing your words, his eyes widen and his mouth hangs open uselessly, his accusingly pointed finger now pointing meekly at the floor at an angle.
“I—So—so you would fuck us?” he stammers, and you nod slowly, looking from him to Jaemin.
“Why do you think I let you get away with your numerous dorm violations?” you snort in amusement, and he blinks hard.
“I thought you just took pity on us, y’know? Like you had a soft spot for nerds or something.”
“I don’t have a soft spot for nerds.” you answer. “I have a soft spot for hot nerds, though.”
His mouth opens and closes pathetically as his normally quick-witted brain scrambles to process the information you’ve just presented to him. Jaemin is quicker to act, sitting forward so suddenly the move could be considered as predatory, and you’re not sure if it’s the lighting reflecting off of his glasses or what, but there is most definitely a glint in his eye as he regards you, his lips gradually stretching into a toothy grin.
“So you let us get away with stuff? Because you like us? Like what?” he questions, and you tilt your head to the side as you think.
“Your candles, for starters. Haechan’s tapestry, your many many noise complaints from your neighbors when you two get too heated as you’re gaming,” you start to list off on your fingers, and you cross one leg over the other, not missing the way both of their eyes shift to your newly exposed skin and how… hungry they look. “The way you—” you point at Haechan, “always try to get away with looking up my skirt.”
Haechan’s face flushes a pretty shade of red, and you smile, amused, as he scrambles to defend himself. Before he can, you hold up a hand to silence him.
“Haechan?”
“Yes?” he replies meekly.
“If I minded, I would have said something by now. I certainly wouldn’t have kept wearing skirts and accidentally flashing you.”
His eyes roll back into his head with a whimper and he nods in understanding.
“And you—” you round on Jaemin, who’s still perched like a lion about to pounce, and the male just smiles wider, tilting his head to the side curiously.
“What about me?”
“You probably think you’re slick with the little lingering touches on my back and waist when you’re ‘trying to get by,’ but I only let you do that because I like it.”
His grin widens more than you even thought possible, the glint in his eye now unmistakable. “Oh, yeah? Where else do you like being touched?”
“I mean,” you hum, uncrossing your thighs and smiling as both of their gazes hone in on the space between your legs, “I could tell you, but I think you’d rather have me show you.”
“I have a better idea,” Jaemin murmurs, moving towards you slowly. “How about you let us find out?”
You pretend to think about it for a moment, relishing the way they look at each other with equally worried expressions as they silently pray you won’t back out, before you shrug nonchalantly. “Okay.”
No sooner than the last syllable’s left your mouth do they spring into action; Haechan clambers onto the bed beside you and Jaemin lunges forward to settle himself between your legs. Large, warm hands glide up your inner thighs, pushing them apart as he hikes your skirt up to reveal your light blue boyshorts. He moans loudly at the sight, immediately running his thumbs over your clothed mound, eyes flicking up to your face when your breath hitches softly.
“Princess likes being touched here, huh?” he marvels quietly, leaning in with a slow lick of his lips. “How about kissed, hm? Do you like being kissed here, too?”
“Yeah,” you exhale with a smile, and he grins, wetting his lips once more before leaning in closer and pressing his wet lips to your core, bottom lip barely grazing your concealed clit. As he does, he takes a deep, loud inhale followed by a lust-filled groan that has heat rushing to your cheeks.
“Jesus, Jaemin—”
“Not now.” His reply is distracted, but blunt and domineering all the same, and you find yourself falling silent in surprise. When he pulls back, there’s a wet spot on the fabric where his mouth used to be, and the cool air hits it, making you hiss quietly.
“As hot as these look on you, I want them off.” Jaemin mutters, hooking his fingers into your underwear and tugging it down and off your legs. “Wanna taste it.” he mumbles—you think it’s towards himself—before he’s burying his face between your legs with another loud moan that makes you curse under your breath, overwhelmed with desire.
His tongue lies flat against your folds, languidly and deliciously dragging upwards to circle around your clit. He grunts in delight and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, hooking his arms around your thighs and pushing forward again, the bridge of his nose pressed against your mound.
You gasp and clutch at the nearest thing in your grasp, which just so happens to be Haechan’s thigh. “Fuck,” you whisper loudly, and Jaemin chuckles.
“Stop neglecting Haechan,” he scolds playfully through a mouthful of your pussy. “This was his idea, you know.”
You manage to redirect your attention to Haechan, whose eyes dart around as he watches you and Jaemin with a wild look in his eyes, the male seemingly frozen on the spot.
Your nose nudges at Haechan’s, the male tilting his head towards you and parting his lips in a soft sigh as your lips meet. It takes a moment for him to reciprocate, almost long enough for you to pull back, but he finally starts to kiss you back with a whimper caught in the back of his throat.
“Haechan, touch me,” you urge, gripping his wrist and bringing his hand to your waist. He clutches your waist, but there’s a hesitance to it that leaves you wanting more.
“Yeah, Haechan, touch her.” Jaemin chuckles before massaging your clit with his tongue. Your eyes roll back into your head with a groan and he rewards your reaction by pressing the wet muscle against you more insistently. “Maybe he needs some incentive.”
“Incentive?” you hum curiously, and he nods, that wicked glint returning to his eyes.
“Take your shirt off.” he presses, and you oblige without hesitation, discarding the shirt behind you on the bed and looking at Haechan expectantly, finding yourself endeared by the way he nibbles his bottom lip nervously. “Haechan, doesn’t she look so good like that?”
“Amazing,” Haechan breathes reverently, and you smile at the praise, eyes closing in bliss.
“Kiss her.” Jaemin suggests, and Haechan does just that, tentatively approaching you and gently connecting his lips with yours. As your mouths move together, you can’t help but notice the same reservation in Haechan’s movements, drawing a plaintive whimper from your lips. “Stop kissing her like you’re scared, Haechan,” Jaemin scolds. “She likes it. Don’t you, princess?”
“Yes,” you reply instantly, reaching up to cup Haechan’s cheek. He shudders at the contact, eyes fluttering shut before reopening with a darkened intensity that clues you in to the fact that Haechan seems to be done holding back.
Sure enough, Haechan clutches your chin and pulls you closer to him, tongue boldly slipping between your lips and exploring the wet warmth of your mouth. His thumb pries your lips apart with a forcefulness that delights you, and he hovers above your open mouth, eyes scanning yours before letting a string of saliva drip down from his lips onto your waiting tongue.
You whine when the spit connects with your tongue and he grunts, “Don’t swallow,” before kissing you again, tongue swirling confidently around yours even as a mix of your saliva drips down your chin and onto your chest. He’s quick to act, leaning down and dragging his tongue up the trail of spit before connecting your lips again in a more heated, desperate kiss that slowly takes your breath away. It’s wet, and hot, and messy and sloppy and everything you could have wanted from him and more as he leans in, pressing into you and leaning you back onto your mattress.
Jaemin seems to be done assisting Haechan, as he returns to eating you out with a renewed fervor and, as Haechan kisses down your body to your breasts, it dawns on you that they might be competing for your attention.
With every swirl of Haechan’s tongue around your nipple, Jaemin echoes the action around your clit, their synchronization sending you spiraling into a frenzy. When Jaemin flicks your clit back and forth with his tongue before taking it into his mouth to suck, Haechan does the same to your breast, lapping at your nipple eagerly before sucking on the sensitive bud.
“Fuck—” you hiss, realizing—perhaps a moment too late—that you may have bitten off more than you can chew as you let the two sexually frustrated males have their way with your body.
Before long, you feel that tightening sensation in your stomach as your climax approaches, and you whimper in lieu of a verbal warning, Jaemin picking up on your cue instantly and diving back into your core with an eagerness that both startles and delights you. With another well-timed suck at your clit, you’re climaxing with a cry of pleasure and a full body tremor as you curl in on yourself.
Before you’ve even recovered from your high, Jaemin’s pressing on your stomach to keep you in place as he resumes lapping at your core, his tongue gliding with ease against and between your slick folds.
“Fuck—Jaemin, it’s sensitive—” you moan, squirming away from his touch, but he ignores you, two fingers prodding at your entrance before slowly easing their way in. “Oh, shit—”
“That’s it, just take it, princess,” Jaemin coos, swirling sinful circles around your clit as his fingers move in and out of you slowly. “Feel so good around my fingers like that, angel.”
“Can I—” Haechan swallows thickly before continuing, “Can I fuck your tits?” Before you can answer, he adds, “Please?” fully laden with desperation and you can’t even fathom saying no to him—so you don’t, instead nodding and watching his face light up with excitement.
He rushes to pull off his pants as if you’ll change your mind at any moment, and when he pulls his boxers down, his fully erect length springs up, girthy and long with an upwards curve. You watch with fascination as he straddles just below your chest, laying his length between your breasts and pushing them together with a groan.
With his eyes locked on your breasts and where his length disappears between them, he starts to move, slowly fucking himself on your breasts. His gasps and whimpers are both adorable and arousing, his fingers greedily clutching the mounds of flesh as his thumbs swipe over your nipples rhythmically.
Apparently dissatisfied with the sensation, Haechan pauses, smearing his precum over your chest and pauses thoughtfully before leaning forward and letting several large droplets of saliva drip down from his tongue to your breasts, the clear liquid landing on either side of his cock and slowly sliding down the insides of your breasts to coat his length. “That’s more like it,” he grunts, and resumes fucking your cleavage, his eyes rolling back into his head at the sensations, his length gliding between your breasts with ease.
Meanwhile, Jaemin curls his fingers inside of you, fucking them into you quickly and mercilessly as you cry out in pleasure. His tongue keeps swirling around and flicking at your clit, massaging your little bundle of nerves as his fingertips fuck into your other patch of nerves along your inner walls that has you seeing fireworks.
“God, that feels so good,” you whimper out, and Jaemin nods vigorously, tongue messily gliding along your folds with every movement of his head.
“Mm, I know, princess—tastes so good, too.” he purrs, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to peek past Haechan at Jaemin, noting fondly that his glasses have almost completely fogged up.
Haechan shoves his glasses up his nose hurriedly with one hand, mumbling something about wanting to see better, before he speeds up, small moans leaving him as he approaches his high.
Jaemin digs his tongue into your core, greedy muscle slurping up your arousal as it gushes from your hole, and you moan loudly, walls clenching desperately around the intrusion. His fingers slide up and down your slit, parting your folds, and he uses the combination of your slick and his spit to lube up his fingers for when he presses them to your asshole. He chuckles darkly when you squeal and squirm, fingers pushing into your tight rim without pause.
“You can take it, right, princess?” he coos, and you nod, panting, even though you’re not sure he can see you. “That’s it, pretty, just like that. So fun to play with,” he murmurs, the last part almost sounding like it’s to himself as he moves his fingers inside of you, tongue gliding up and down to swirl around your clit and your entrance teasingly.
“So good,” Haechan moans, still using your breasts to stroke his length. “Wanna cum—fuck, you’re so hot—gonna cum, pretty—where d’you want it?”
You find that you can barely form thoughts, let alone words, so, in lieu of a verbal response, you open your mouth, tongue dropping out slowly, and he moans again, this one higher and audibly overwhelmed before he thrusts his cock faster between your breasts, the tip of his length occasionally rubbing against your tongue. With a low groan, Haechan cums, abdomen tensing as he pants his way through his climax. He releases onto your waiting tongue, one spurt of cum landing on your cheek and bottom lip.
He admires the sight of you with his release painting your face and swipes up the stray seed with his finger, pushing it into your mouth and groaning when your lips wrap around it and suck it clean.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs reverently, shuffling down your body to kiss you sloppily, tongue swirling around the inside of your mouth to taste himself.
Looking behind himself, Haechan takes one look at Jaemin’s fingers diving in and out of your core, slick arousal and Jaemin’s saliva dripping from your entrance, and groans, rushing to get off of the bed and shove Jaemin out of place none too gently to take his place between your legs and study your glistening core, eyes roving over how your entrance is still clenching reflexively around nothing and how your clit twitches with every clench, both overstimulated and in search of something more.
You’re barely done with coming down from your last high when Haechan moans loudly, at his limit, and buries his face between your legs, tongue delving into your folds as you squirm and whimper.
“Haechan, holy shit—” you gasp, squirming away from him, but he just winds his wiry arms around your thighs and tugs you back to the edge of the bed, roughly massaging your clit with his tongue. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, slow down—”
“Tastes so good,” Haechan moans, gaze flicking up to look at you. His hair is all messed up from the numerous times your legs closed around his head and his glasses are fogged up with the heat radiating from your body and his heavy panting, but you can clearly see a wild look in his eyes, his gaze hungrily drinking in the sight of you in front of him. “Don’t wanna stop—don’t make me stop—please—”
“Haechan, baby, please take it easy,” you pant, but Haechan pays you absolutely no mind, his thick tongue slithering into your entrance and drawing out a sharp whine from you as you struggle to sit up, trying the whole while to swat his head away so you can catch your breath.
Your hand barely clutches at a lock of Haechan’s hair before Jaemin’s pulling your hands behind your back and settling you against his chest, his incredibly strong and firm grip leaving you stuck in place as Haechan has his way with your pussy.
“Let him have his fun,” Jaemin purrs in your ear as Haechan laps at your entrance before stuffing his tongue back in as far as it’ll go. “Can’t tell you how long he’s been waiting for this moment.”
“But—” you whimper, walls clenching helplessly around Haechan’s greedy tongue.
“Doesn’t that feel so good, princess?” Jaemin coos fondly, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You turn your head slightly to look at him with pleading eyes in the hopes he’ll have mercy, but he just chuckles, moving both your wrists to one of his hands before cupping your chin with the other and tilting your face back to his to connect your lips in a slow, passionate, deeply overwhelming kiss.
You can taste your arousal on his tongue as well as a hint of the gum he was chewing earlier, and you keen weakly into the kiss, sloppily moving your mouth with his as Haechan slurps your arousal eagerly before he sucks your clit into his mouth, presses it between his lips, and moans loudly, the vibrations mixed with all of the lewd noises making you hurtle towards yet another high.
“Oh, shit—” you cry out against Jaemin’s lips as Haechan tongue-fucks you to another orgasm, his blunt nails digging into the flesh of your thighs as he claws at you in a desperate attempt to keep you against his mouth. Jaemin’s hand leaves your chin and moves to grope your breast, his large hand kneading and massaging the flesh and tugging at your nipple as he dots slow, wet kisses down your neck and shoulder.
“Could stay down here forever,” Haechan grunts, and your eyes widen even in their exhausted, drained state as you start to struggle against Jaemin’s grip and fight to close your legs.
“Please leave my poor clit alone,” you plead, finally wrenching one of your hands free from Jaemin’s clutches and clapping it over your core protectively. Haechan barely even pauses, just starts licking at your fingers with desperate little moans and grunts. “Can one of you please just fuck me?”
They both go stiff, looking at each other wordlessly, before Jaemin releases you completely and switches spots with Haechan, maneuvering his length out of his sweats and boxers, and oh—
“You’re big, too,” you mumble in surprise, and he arches an eyebrow with a smirk.
“Did you think it was going to be small?”
“Well, no, but I definitely didn’t think it’d be that big.” you mutter, and he snickers, lifting your hips to push you further back on the bed. He spreads your legs wider and looks at your core, eyes roving over your glistening folds and inner thighs with such unadulterated desire that you’re tempted to close your legs out of embarrassment.
“Haechan got you nice and wet for me, yeah?” he murmurs, pumping his fist up and down his cock slowly before slapping the underside of his length on your poor, hypersensitive clit and grinning when you jolt from the stimulation. “Think you can take all of me, princess?”
“Only one way to find out,” you reply breathlessly, and he laughs, nodding in agreement.
“You’re right about that,” he grunts as he pushes into you. Both of you react instantly; his jaw clenches while yours drops, and he sucks in a deep breath through his nose as a breathy half-whimper, half-sigh escapes you.
Haechan watches you two with rapt attention, eyes flicking from your face to your breasts to where Jaemin’s length is slowly disappearing into you.
“Sweet pussy’s sucking me right in, princess,” Jaemin drawls with a smug grin. “Wanted this that badly, huh?”
“Shut—up—” you gasp as he bottoms out, the absolutely full-to-the-brim sensation dizzying and overwhelming and delicious all at once.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jaemin obliges, brows knitting together as he pulls out slowly and thrusts back in with a quick snap of his hips. You cry out in pleasure and the corner of his mouth quirks upward in smug satisfaction and amusement before he does it again… and again… and again until he’s built up a steady rhythm, every thrust punctuated by a plaintive moan from you.
His hands glide over everywhere he can reach before seeking purchase in your hips, fingertips digging into the flesh there as he drives his length into you.
“You love this, don’t you?” Jaemin coos as Haechan presses your breasts together and wraps his lips around one nipple, sucking as he tugs at the other bud. “You gonna tell your friends how good we fucked you?”
“Mm—yes,” you pant, and Jaemin grins.
“Gonna tell ‘em that two little nerds from your Biology class fucked you stupid, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you whimper, nodding vigorously. “Mm-hmm—”
“Thought so,” he replies with a dark chuckle before draping one of your legs over his shoulder, angling his hips toward it, and fucking intently into a spot that, you realize after the burst of pleasure from his first thrust, must be your g-spot.
“Ho–ly shit,” you gasp, clutching at Haechan for something you can use to brace yourself. Jaemin’s thrusts send him into you nice and deep and you’re slowly but surely losing your mind with every stroke, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp as he fucks into you. Your fingers catch Haechan’s thigh once more, clutching onto the warm flesh in an attempt to ground yourself.
Haechan groans and responds by swirling his tongue around your nipple slowly before flicking it back and forth quickly, using a finger to replicate his actions on your other breast.
“Please—fuck—I’m gonna cum—” you warn Jaemin, and he nods eagerly, letting a hand drag across your body from your hip to your clit, thumb sliding between your messy, wet folds to reveal the sensitive button between them. You inhale sharply when he starts to rub it in circles with the same thumb, fingertips resting lightly on your stomach as if he’s not driving you absolutely insane. “Oh, my God—cumming—I’m cumming—!”
“Me too, princess,” he groans, his hips speeding up as he chases after his own high. You climax first, letting out a drawn out whine, with Jaemin following shortly after, the male burying his length in you and pumping you full of his cum as he groans in pleasure under his breath.
“My turn,” Haechan grunts as Jaemin pulls out of you, both males watching as milky white cum drips from your entrance. “That’s so fucking hot,” Haechan mumbles in awe before reaching for your hands to gently guide you to a sitting position. “Can you ride me, pretty?”
“If my legs don’t give out,” you mumble, and he chuckles, sitting against where your bed meets the wall and patting his lap invitingly. You carefully straddle his lap, fingers wrapping around the thick head of his length as you guide his tip to your entrance and start to ease down onto him. Haechan gapes up at you, prompting you to coo affectionately. “Do you mind if I do it myself?” you ask sweetly as you sink down on it further, your nipple grazing his lips as you move against him, and he shakes his head emphatically, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose slightly. “Good,” you praise softly. “You’re not going to cum early, are you?” you ask with a small frown, and Haechan shakes his head again, the glasses sliding further and further down his nose. You gently push the glasses up, and he smiles appreciatively, tongue darting out to lick at your nipple while it’s near his mouth.
“Feels amazing,” he moans, and you smile fondly. You didn’t get a chance to see his length in all its glory, but you can definitely feel every thick inch of his cock as it stretches you open. He’s not quite as long as Jaemin, but he makes up for it in girth, his length barely fitting in your fist as you finish settling down on him.
When you’ve finally managed to fit all of his girthy length inside of you, you lift up slightly, rocking your hips forward for more friction, and Haechan moans out loudly, leaning forward to suck your nipple into his mouth. He cups your breasts, holding them up and together, and alternates running his tongue over both buds, occasionally sucking on a nipple with a low moan of satisfaction.
“More,” Haechan gasps out.
“More?” you ask, confused and lightheaded from all the pleasure you’re receiving.
“Yeah—need you to move faster,” he grunts through gritted teeth, and you suck your teeth.
“You wanted me on top when I told you my legs might give out—” you start to protest, and he pulls your face to his, kissing you to shut you up.
“Need it like this,” Haechan growls under his breath, swiftly maneuvering you two around so you’re lying on your back and he’s on his knees on the bed between your legs. “Hold these for me?” he asks, pressing your knees as close to your chest as they’ll go. As you tentatively hug your legs to your chest, Haechan spreads your folds apart with two fingers, sucking in a loud breath at the sight before he spits directly on your core, a gasp escaping you at the sensation of the warm saliva dripping down your folds.
He rests the underside of his cock on your clit, slowly rocking his hips forward to drag his thick length against your clit, and chuckles when you keen with pleasure.
“You’re so nasty,” Haechan sighs the words like you’re his dream come true, and based on the way his face contorts when he pushes into you, you just might be. He wastes no time, drilling into you at a quick, ruthless pace that has you moaning mindlessly with literally no idea what’s coming out of your mouth. “So fucking nasty for letting me do this to you,” he grunts, brows furrowed as one hand cups your chin. “Open.”
You oblige, tongue lolling out without being asked, and he grins, leaning over you and letting more saliva drip from his mouth to your waiting tongue. Haechan dips down lower, maintaining his thrusts as he messily moves his lips against yours, his tongue and spit getting everywhere, and he whines desperately into the kiss, his hand moving from your chin to between your legs where he starts to toy with your poor clit.
A choked wail of overstimulation slips from you before you can even process it, and Haechan silences you by kissing you again, mumbling, “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you—perfect little fuckdoll—gonna fuck you so full of cum, gonna breed you—”
“Holy shit—breed me, yes, breed me—” you pant, nodding eagerly, and you might be imagining it, but Haechan’s thrusts seem to get impossibly deeper like he genuinely might take you up on that offer.
“Gonna breed you, pretty girl—stuff you full of my cum—give you a fucking baby—make you all mine—”
“Want it—Haechan, please—yours, I’m yours—” you can barely keep up with his heated dialogue, your eyes rolling back into your head in ecstasy as you fall apart on his length.
Haechan’s lips seal over yours, tasting your desperate cries as he fucks you foolish, making a weak, overwhelmed moan come from you and your body produce a deep, full-body shudder that travels as pleasure races through you, electrifying your bloodstream.
Haechan isn't far behind, his tongue playing with yours almost lazily as his thrusts slow to a stop before he buries himself in you, emptying his seed into you and filling you with an impossibly large load of cum. He groans against your lips, slowly pulling out to the tip and staring down at how his length is coated with a blend of all of your cum with a deep-seated satisfaction.
“Holy shit,” he pants, flopping onto his back. “That was incredible.”
“You’re telling me,” you laugh. “Where did you two learn all that?”
“We watch a lot of porn.” Jaemin says, sheepish for the first time.
“And it taught you all of that?” you remark, incredulous.
“It taught us more, too,” Haechan adds, leaning over you with a grin. “Wanna see?”
“So, you’re telling me those two nerds from your class dicked you down… and they did it well?” Jimin remarks over your lunch in the cafeteria, eyes wide, and you scowl at her.
“Their names are Haechan and Jaemin.” you correct her, and she chuckles sheepishly. “But yes, they may have been the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Well, who would’ve thought…” Jimin comments, her expression thoughtful, and you snap loudly to get her attention. “What?”
“Those two are mine now. You can’t have them.” you state, and she frowns.
“Both of them? Aren’t you greedy?”
You shrug. “Don’t care. Mine.”
“What if they find out you’re actively laying a claim to them? Hm? Aren’t you supposed to be helping them get girls?” Jimin points out, and you frown slightly before pulling your phone out and scrolling through your messages before pressing the “Dial” button. “Who are you calling?”
“Shh.” you say distractedly, placing the call on speakerphone and waiting patiently as it rings once, twice, then stops, the other person on the line picking up. “Hello?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you assure him. “Is Jaemin with you?”
“Yeah, he’s right here—did you wanna talk to him?” he asks.
“Both of you, actually. Can he hear me?”
“Hi, princess,” Jaemin calls through the phone, and Jimin’s brows lift in surprise.
“Princess?” she mouths at you, and you smile, nodding.
“Hi, Jaemin. I just wanted to ask you guys a question.”
“Shoot,” Haechan says with audible wariness in his voice.
“You’re both… mine, right?” you say carefully, and Haechan sucks in a sharp breath before you hear a thudding noise. “Haechan?”
“I’m here!” he squawks, sounding slightly far away. There’s a rustling noise, and then his voice comes in clearer. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you chuckle. “What happened?”
“He dropped the phone because he’s an idiot.” Jaemin calls out, and you laugh as Haechan shushes him forcefully.
“An answer to my question would be nice, you know.” you tease lightly.
“I’m yours if you want me to be,” Jaemin replies smoothly, and you smile even though they can’t see you.
“Honestly, I’m yours even if you don’t.” Haechan adds, and your smile only widens as you shoot Jimin an “I told you so” glance.
“That’s good to hear.” you reply, your smile creeping into your voice, and Haechan clears his throat pointedly. “What’s wrong?”
“Well, are you ours?” Haechan asks hopefully, and you look over at Jimin as you reply.
“Absolutely.”
“Oh, thank God.” he mumbles, and you giggle.
“So, I’m guessing you two are done with your lessons on how to get girls?” you suppose, nibbling your bottom lip nervously.
“Yeah,” Haechan confirms, and you’re surprised by just how relieved you are. “We got the only girl that matters.”
“You’re too cute.” you chuckle. “Wanna come over later?”
“Yes—” Haechan blurts out before composing himself to say, “yes, absolutely.”
“Good. Six sound good?”
“Sounds perfect,” he sighs happily. “See you then, pretty.”
“Bye, baby,” you coo into the phone, and his excited squeal is quiet but unmistakable. “Bye, other baby.”
“Bye, princess. See you at six.” Jaemin calls out, and you smile widely before hanging up and smiling proudly at Jimin.
“My boys didn’t disappoint me.” you remark, pleased, and Jimin huffs petulantly.
“Man. I’m happy for you, but I wish I had two cute nerds at my beck and call.”
“Stop calling them nerds,” you correct, and she rolls her eyes.
“Wish I had two cute guys at my beck and call.” she amends her statement, and you smile, satisfied.
“Yeah, I’m pretty lucky, huh?” you muse, and Jimin sighs, a smile curling at her lips.
“Yeah… would you ever wanna share?” she asks with a wiggle of her brows. “Ow! There was no need to flick me.”
“There was every need. Avert your eyes from my men, you lustful wench.”
“Lustful wench? You’re horrible. And greedy! And selfish. Just horrible and greedy and selfish.” she complains, and you shrug, uncaring as you compose a text to your new… boyfriends?
you have created a group message.
you have named the group message “power throuple.”
you [17:05pm] hi boyfies :)
haechan [17:07pm] boyfies…. i’m weak in the knees
jaemin [17:08pm] haechan stand up
jaemin [17:08pm] hi baby girl
you loved “hi baby girl”
haechan [17:10pm] why would i stand up if i could lie down and have our pretty girlfriend sit on my face? 😁
you [17:11pm] you’re bolder over text, huh?
haechan [17:12pm] can you blame me? have you seen yourself?
you [17:12pm] i have…
haechan [17:13pm] so you know how good you look. don’t judge me when i can’t get my words out in person
you [17:15pm] i happen to find it cute when you can’t get your words out
jaemin [17:16pm] i find it cute when YOU can’t get your words out
you [17:16pm] and when would that be?
jaemin [17:17pm] don’t tell me you’ve forgotten so soon…
you [17:17pm] i have :( maybe i need a reminder?
jaemin liked your message “i have :( maybe i need a reminder?”
jaemin [17:18pm] maybe we should come over earlier to jog your memory
you [17:20pm] maybe you should. how about 5:45?
jaemin liked your message “maybe you should. how about 5:45?”
haechan liked your message “maybe you should. how about 5:45?”
you [17:22pm] great!! it’s a date :)
“What am I, chopped liver?” Jimin complains as you giggle down at your phone.
“Sorry… and I’m even more sorry for having to cut this short.” you apologize sheepishly as you start to gather your things.
boyfriend!엔시티드림・ fem!reader g ・ smut cw ・ nudes , allusions to sex wc ・ n/a | click to library
request. hear me out…… what about nct dream going with yn to that ride disco pang pang and you end up on top of them (idk if you’ve seen a video that’s been going around where a girl is literally riding other girl😭)
「 ୨୧ authors note 」 those rides are scary as hell i couldn't imagine falling into a strangers lap like the video.
﹙ 𐙚 : mark﹚ .ᐟ
he knows you mean no harm; the ride was quite literally tossing you both around , and you just happened to land on him — but it didn't stop his cock from growing inside is jeans. he's stressed , he knows you feel it. “fu-fuck im so sorry.” he said , your face is hot , cheeks are rosy as you feel him beneath you , he's embarrassed , but so turned on , he was gonna cum . “but fuck you feel good , im sorry , im so sorry .” he's just wishing the damn ride would end.
“fuck im sorry but im about to cum.”
﹙ 𐙚 : renjun﹚ .ᐟ
he's embarrassed as hell; but his ass is not about to let you know that. “re-renjun are you hard?” he scoffed , rolling his eyes. “you're straddling me , and this ride is bouncing you on my dick , of course I'm hard , wouldn't you be hard if you were in my position? i know you're probably turned on right now , don't make it seem like it's only me.” he stressed , he's about to cum in his pants and he wasn't about to give you leverage to further tease him. “oh fuck will this ride ever fucking end.”
“we're leaving this fucking amusement park arter this.”
﹙ 𐙚 : jeno﹚ .ᐟ
his hands immediately come to your waist to hold you from falling when the ride tossed you into his lap. “hi.” he tries to smile it off — even though the ride is practically bouncing you on his dick. you're actually the one profusely apologizing , but he pretends that it doesn't even bother him , even though he's hard a fucking rock and you're riding him unintentionally in front of all these people and he has to force himself not to moan. “i don't think i can get up after this.” he said. “it's already embarrassing with you on top of me.”
“i don't want these people to see my dick hard.”
﹙ 𐙚 : haechan﹚ .ᐟ
shameless motherfucker; you would've thought he was already hard before the ride tossed you into the boys lap. “haechan are you serious?” he smirking holding you close by your waist. “you're grinding on top of me and you're confused as to why im hard.” he scoffed , your eyes widened at his sudden brazen attitude , you knew he was a wild card but even this was too much for you. you only come back when he groans , he doesn't even care.
“fuck if this ride doesn't stop soon i’m gonna cum.”
﹙ 𐙚 : jaemin﹚ .ᐟ
with the smirk on his face , you would've thought he orgistrated the entire thing himself , his hands on your waist , meanwhile you're the one who's embarrassed as hell. “why are you so embarrassed?” he knew you could feel his hard on , he could feel you as well. “im-im glad you're having a good time.” you on the other hand , your body was on fire. “I am baby i am.” the ride still tossing you around but he made sure to hold you still.
“but i'm more excited about the time we're about to have when we get off this ride.”
﹙ 𐙚 : chenle﹚ .ᐟ
completely turns it on you; yeah he's the one thats hard , but you're the one on top of him and you're the one who caused it in his eyes , not the ride. “if you wanted to ride me you should've just asked , not force me on this nauseating ride so you can do it shamelessly.” you wanted to slap him so bad , but you were too busy grabbing the bar to keep yourself from flying off. “sh-shut up.” your face hot from embarrassment as you straddled him. “im not gonna cum in my pants like a teenager.”
“but all bets are off when we get off this ride.”
﹙ 𐙚 : jisung﹚ .ᐟ
he wants to kill himself to moment he feels you on top of him; his face is red , he wanted to die — but it felt good and that's what made him feel like a pervert , because it wasn't sexual , but his stupid cock didn't seem to get the message. he swore the person who managed the ride had something against him because the ride was never ending and no matter how many times you tried to get up , the ride was plopping you back into his lap. “ji-jisung.” your hands holding his shoulders , he stops you before you can finish.
“please don't say anything , im sorry , so fucking sorry.”
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