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[tokiiwonz]

hi, came back from the dead called life :D

send me some thirst asks please 'm tryna find some inspo in writing something pls pls pls pls i might actually js 🎲 /j

[tokiiwonz]

YOU, ME, AND A HYPOTHETICAL BABY

in which jeno gets way too drunk on baby fever and can't stop imagining his boyfriend carrying his kid—even if it's impossible

content: 3.1k words, sub male reader, established relationship, masturbation (jeno), baby fever, unprotected sex, drunken sex, p in a, breeding kink, delusional!jeno, vivid imaginations of mpreg (fantasies about pregnancy, omfg), daddy kink, body worship-ish, heavy dirty talk, lemme know if i missed anything.

jeno’s usually all smiley and composed at public functions. his years of training made sure of that. that idol polish, the kind that keeps him smiling for cameras even when his jaw aches. most days, he doesn’t even think about it. it’s muscle memory by now and he’s doing a great job nailing it. fanservices, stable performances—he was flawless. on the outside at least.

it all started when the company floated a filler schedule. it wasn’t really heavy, but rather, something wholesome, easy, and ‘image-boosting’ for a good cause, for the group as well. a local children’s charity is hosting a mid-year fundraiser at a neighborhood community center. there’d be a few photographers, brief press mentions, and a short visit to the play areas. the group wouldn’t even have to perform. 

SM called it ‘PR’, but the dreamies saw it as a breath of fresh air. so when the message came through over breakfast, the group had already agreed before their coffees even cooled down.

–

as usual, the event went great. dreamies did their part; some more awkwardly than others. jaemin sat cross-legged across the room pretending to sip plastic tea from a dollhouse set. haechan had somehow acquired a cape and was “flying” a squealing boy across the room. while, renjun was in the middle of being hunted by foam-sword-wielding twins and losing spectacularly.

but it was you who caught jeno’s eyes. he stood under a mobile of paper clouds, arms crossed, back against the wall, taking a break from the noise. yet his gaze never left you. similar to how a hunter would watch its prey. he probably didn’t even realize how sharp his stare had gotten, but the longer he looked, the quieter he went.

you were magnetic, but not in the way you were on stage. this wasn’t charisma. this was something else. a capacity for care.

jeno saw how your body curled instinctively around the little girl dozing against your chest. the way your hands moved without hesitation. wiping, adjusting, and holding children like you’ve already done it before. and your bright smile shining at a toddler like nothing else in the world mattered, as if you were made to be needed.

he furrowed his brow without realizing it as a flicker of thought hit him.

you'd make such a good father.

–

that brought jeno at this moment, wide awake on his bed, and couldn’t sleep. his sheets were too warm, and his pillows were stiffer than usual, but none of that was why he was restless. it was you.

you, earlier that day, seated on the corner of the daycare with children around you like they were born to fit there. the way you held one little girl with one hand supporting her tiny back and the other smoothing her flyaway hairs, humming some tune you probably made up on the spot. she stopped crying after thirty seconds. thirty fucking seconds. he thought maybe you were some kind of child whisperer, and then you fed her, cooed at her, even laughed when she tried to grab your lip while burbling nonsense.

he saw your face softened as she blinked up at you, carrying her like she wasn’t heavy or loud or fussy. she was precious. how you calmed her down by saying something dumb and sweet, “you sleepy, tiny human, huh? yeah, i get it. tell me about it later.” as if the two of you were having a deep conversation, and she giggled. letting out this full-bellied little laugh and smacked your chest with her chubby fist.

and hours later, jeno was hard as fuck under the covers, fist curled around his cock, teeth gritted to keep himself quiet as imaginations looped in his head.

not just you holding a baby. you holding his baby.

you wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts, hair messy, and a sleepy look in your eyes as you bounced a fussy newborn on your shoulder. your voice is soft, and gentle. you’d rock her gently, whisper, “shh, daddy’s sleeping. let’s not wake him up.”

but jeno wouldn’t be asleep.

he’d be on the bed, sheets pushed down, hard and already leaking just watching you sway barefoot in the middle of the room. he’d drag his eyes down your thighs, the slight curve of your ass outlined beneath the fabric, and he’d growl, “put the baby down. come here.”

fuck. jeno bit his lip, hips lifting off the bed as his grip tightened. his mind blurred between reality and his delusions. you’d whisper back, smirking, “she just fell asleep…”

“i don’t give a fuck,” he growl at his imagination. “put her in the crib now. i need you.”

he’d grab you the second you were close enough, push you down on the bed, right there next to your baby girl’s stuffed giraffe and baby monitor, and shove your thighs apart, while his mouth was hot at your neck.

“this is why i fuck you full every time, yeah? look at you. fucking made to be a dad.”

the wet sounds of him jerking himself off filled the room. he stroked over the tip, feeling precum slick his fingers, breathing ragged, and a layer of sweat dampening his chest.

“you were made to carry my babies,” he muttered aloud needily, “even if you fucking can’t— fuck—i don’t care. i’ll fuck you like you can. again. and again. until it sticks.”

he imagined you glowing and needy, wearing nothing but soft cotton briefs and an oversized shirt you always wore, walking toward him in the kitchen, saying you were craving something bizzare. he’d pin you to the counter, fuck you right there, with his hand on your stomach, “so fucking full of me. god, look at you.”

his cock twitched hard in his fist, letting out a shaky breath, sweat dripping down his neck, while his knuckles turned white from how tight he was gripping his cock.

“you’d be the best fucking dad,” he murmured, clenching his teeth. “the way you hold her—fuck—you were made to be bred.” his balls tightened. the image of you, flushed and panting, moaning his name as he spilled inside you for the third time that night flashed in his brain. and that was it.

he came with a rough groan, cum painting his stomach, the sheets, anywhere, really, his hand couldn’t catch. his thighs trembled, breath stuttering in his chest, squeezing his eyes shut, and riding out the filth of his baby fever.

he didn’t move for a while. just lay there, chest rising and falling, brain still swimming in the images of you cradling a baby, moaning under him, mouth whispering “jeno, give me more.”

and when his breath evened out, the last thing he said before sleep finally came was muttered into the dark. “i don’t care if i can’t get you pregnant. we’ll just have to try and try again. i’ll fuck you like i can anyway.”

–

jeno thought maybe blowing a load last night would clear his head, but it didn't. if anything, it just made the image in his head worse. all day, he caught himself looking at you, still a little too long. the way you were bent over the couch arm to grab the remote. humming softly while scrolling your phone. your hair sticking to your neck after a shower. stupid shit that shouldn’t have turned him on but it still did. 

he was across the kitchen when you leaned over the kitchen counter in a thin shirt, laughing at something jaemin joked about kids.

“bet you’d be the strict one,” jaemin said, poking at the fruit bowl. “the dad with all the rules.”

you snorted. “nah. i’d be the one they run to when they get in trouble. spoil them rotten, then pretend i didn’t.”

“that’s worse,” jaemin laughed. “you’d have a house full of sugar-high toddlers.”

you just shrugged. “better than them being scared of me.”

jeno didn’t hear the rest. just that word—dad—and it was enough to flip something in him. that night, it felt like his skin didn’t fit.

–

it was late when he stumbled into your room, reeking of whiskey mark had pushed him to drink earlier, thinking it’d take the edge off. but the burn only settled deeper into his skin.

you were already there, the light of your bedside lamp casting warm shadows. jeno barely registered how you looked, just his eyes flickering up to meet yours before his knees buckled, and collapsed onto the bed. you sat up from where you were laying, looking concerned at your boyfriend who was fucking wrecked. “hyung…”

he didn’t even bother acting like he wasn't far enough gone to stop pretending he had self-control. “‘m sorry, baby… been thinking ‘bout you so much.. ‘bout having babies with you—” god, he was slurring.

and before you could even process his words, he was already on you. it wasn’t even really romantic. he just grabbed your face, kissed you hard, deep, wet while his tongue was already in your mouth before you could gasp.

his hands gripped under your thighs. he shoved your sweatpants and boxers down roughly, letting them fall around your thighs before hoisting you up like you weighed nothing, and straddled you on his lap, chest to chest.

you squirmed a little, trying to keep up, legs wrapping around his waist automatically as his hips rocked up against you. you could feel it. his cock was rock hard, grinding into your ass through layers of fabric, and leaking already.

“you jus’ don’t get it,” he muttered against your lips. “you don’t get it, hm?” you barely had time to respond before his hands slid under your shirt, palms splaying flat over your bare back, and he dragged you closer.

“you’re drunk—” you tried to speak, but it came out breathy, more of a moan.

“drunk on you,” he pecked your lips. “fucking waited all night—all fucking night to get home to this tight little hole and now you’re gonna tell me not now?”

“i see you with kids and i lose m’fucking mind,” he rasped. “i jerked off last night to the image of you holding that baby.”

“jeno—”

“i came so fucking hard just imagining you dripping,” he hissed, while his hands were sliding lower to grip your ass, “and stuffed full.”

you whimpered, and he just grinned. “fuck, you want that too, baby? ” then he slurred against your neck, “i think ya do..”

a gasp escaped your lips as he rolled his hips up, his cock grinding up against your ass through your clothes. “fuck,” you breathed, biting your lip.

“you’re gonna let me put it in raw, baby?” he murmured, mouth at your jaw now, licking and kissing down your neck. “please? really really wan’ it…”

he didn’t wait for an answer, he didn’t need one, because your body was already leaning into it, giving in to every word he was sputtering.

he hurriedly stripped himself off of his clothes, then spat into his palm and jerked his cock out. it was thick, veiny, and red at the tip, which slapped wet against his abdomen.

his hand tightened on your waist, fingers digging as he held you still. you hovered for a moment, breath catching, heat pooling low and slow. “sit,” he said, voice rough, “fucking sit on it, baby. let me fill you.”

you sank down slowly, both of you gasping as the stretch hit. he grabbed your waist tighter, helping you slide down inch by inch as his head dropped back when you fully sat down to the hilt. it was enough for his voice to crack.

it was a painful stretch. jeno’s always been big, and sure, you’ve already taken him a few times before, but the way he fucks you open always leaves your mouth hanging from how girthy he was.

you were about to moan when he cut you off with a rather desperate kiss. it’s not sweet. it’s every unsaid word he’s choked down all day, ever since he saw you cradle someone else’s kid. and he kisses you like he wants to make one with you. right here, right now.

you whimper into the kiss, back arching as jeno thrusts slow and low. his hands slide under your shirt, tracing your bare skin before he peels it off, all breath and heat.

“don’t think we can’t have one, please,” he murmurs, lips messing around your neck.

you breathe out, dizzy. “jeno…”

he bites—just enough to leave you gasping. “daddy—fuck, call me daddy—wanna be a daddy,”

“and don’t look at me like that, baby, please,” he continued hissing, “like we couldn’t try.”

“you’d take it so well, i know you would. you’re my good boy. see? you’re letting me fuck you slow. wanna fuck you over and over until you’re dripping.” he groaned as he pushed his cock even deeper. 

“you’d let me breed you, right?” he pants, voice low and desperate. “even if you can’t get pregnant. you’d let me pretend. you’d let me own your body like that.”

“say it,” he demanded, “say you want it.”

“i want it. i want you to—fuck—put a baby in me.” you clenched around him instinctively and he groaned, bucking up once

“shit—do that again and i’ll cum before i even get to knock you up,” his cock twitched violently inside you as he panted.

his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you there, full and pulsing around him as he bounced you, “you’re not getting off this cock,” he said roughly. “not until i’ve fucked a baby into you.”

he was so turned on. shamefully so that he just started carelessly thrusting up to you. the tip of his cock continues to hit that one soft spot inside of you, and it makes you so dizzy how jeno exactly knows how to leave your mind hanging by a thread.

your legs shaked as you rode him hard, body trembling and struggling to coherently think that the only thing you could do is take it. he buries his cock as deep as it goes, wraps his arms around your waist, and kisses your throat like you’re already carrying him. fuck, drunk jeno is just so delusional. 

“daddy needs to cum deep, baby—fuck—just in case, i have to—what if it doesn’t take,” he was panting as he thrusts upwards. his voice cracking as the head of his cock bullies that same spot that has you gripping your nails deeply onto his shoulders.

“daddy—i can’t—” you dazed as he yet again leaves another hickey on your throat.

“i know,” he breathes, eyes locked to yours. “but what if you could?”

and there it is. that fever-dream logic he’s been clinging to since yesterday.

your body’s too pretty like this, covered in sweat, legs trembling, lips parted as you whimper on his lap; your hole so slick and loose, and somehow—still—it flutters around him like it wants more. 

“i’ve wanted to say something since last night,” he confessed. “i kept telling myself it was stupid. we’re idols. you’re my bandmate. we’re not supposed to want that.” he shook his head slowly, lips brushing yours again. “but fuck—i want it. i want to see you carrying for me. to see your body all soft and swollen with my kid. i want to ruin you for anyone else.”

and he can’t stop himself. nope, not tonight.

your pulse thudded in your ears. he presses a hand to your stomach, palm flat, right where a baby would start if the world made any sense at all. his voice drops to a hush. “you’d look so beautiful like this. just imagine, baby—soft and warm, belly round. you’d glow for me. yeah? you wanna be a pretty little househusband?”

you moaned, delirious from how overstimulating it all was, and he thrusts deeper.

“imagine waking up swollen. sore. still dripping from the night before,” he murmurs. “and i’d do it again. i’d rub your back, kiss your stomach, then fuck another load into you before breakfast.”

your nails dig into his shoulders more. he’s still so hard and heavy deep inside you.

“you’d let me take care of you,” he coos, rocking up into you more, “wouldn’t you? you’d be my good boy—stay in bed all day while i work, rub your belly when you get achy. i’d bring you fruit. help you waddle to the shower.”

your breath catches. “fuck—please—”

“and when it kicks?” he grits, picking up his pace, “you’d grab my hand. make me feel it. tell me it’s ours.”

he wasn't just drunk from the whiskey anymore, if anything, he's more drunk on the image of you carrying his child. even if it's biologically impossible.

your skin sticks against his. your legs shake as orgasm sneaks up on you. it was unbearable and pulsing, your body desperate to cum even as it begs for mercy under jeno’s delusions.

jeno’s hips slam up into you—again, and again, and again—fucking you through the tremble in your thighs until his voice breaks entirely.

“i’ll try again,” he moans. “i don’t care how many times—i’ll do it all night.”

he kisses you hard, and then groans against your mouth. “i’m gonna cum inside you,” he pants. “gonna fill you up so deep, baby. just in case this time it works.”

“daddy—i can’t—!”

“yes, you fucking can, baby. you take it. ya always do, yeah?” he thrust so deep your back arched. “i thought of breeding you all night. you think i’m gonna stop now?”

you whined, tears streaking your cheeks as your cock throbbed untouched between your bodies. you could feel him hitting deep, every thrust smearing his precum against your walls. every snap of his hips sent heat pooling lower and lower.

“i’m close,” he gasped, voice shaking. “gonna cum in you. gonna knock you up so fucking good, baby. you want that? you want daddy’s drunk load in this sloppy little hole?”

“y-yes—yesyesyes—please, daddy, i want it, wanna be full—!”

he grunted hard, one last thrust slamming in deep and then he was cumming, cock throbbing wildly as he emptied hot, thick ropes inside you. he didn’t move, prolly didn’t even breathe. he just stayed buried to the hilt while you shook around him, his cum spilling out, sticky and warm along your walls.

you were twitching and sobbing, while your legs trembled around his waist. and jeno just held you there. his cock’s still hard, panting against your ear, drunk and glowing, “my good boy… always so good for daddy.” he panted as he laid you on your back.

“one more round please? wanna make sure you’re full—” he grunted, pressing and folding you into a mating press. you whimpered softly, and just clung to him. there was no way his cravings wouldn't be satisfied when this night ends. not by a long shot.

[tokiiwonz]

What if we became mutuals…

dm me ur user hooman 😤

[tokiiwonz]

Let’s all love tokiiwonz

im soft ily :(((

[tokiiwonz]

are you ghosting us again? ☹️

OMG NOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭 IM SORRY LIFE'S JUST SO BUSY THESE PAST FEW DAYS, IT'S BEEN FUCKIN ME SO MUCH UP NGL

don't worry though, i'm just recharging hwhehahs i missed y'all

[tokiiwonz]

okay who else is foaming at the mouth? jaemin what the fuck

[tokiiwonz]

this jaemin looks like one of those situationships that feel like heaven until you tell about it in the gc and everything falls off i'm crying

[tokiiwonz]

three’s a crowd, four’s a party

content — sub!male reader, dom markminhyuck, group play, possessiveness, manhandling, face-fucking, fingering, spit, messy blowjob, choking (hand on jaw), praise & degradation, overstim, body worship-ish?, sharing, soft mean!mark, mean mean!jaemin, brat!haechan

ive really got nothing fancy to say about this picture. i feel soooo

jaemin lets out a low whistle from where he’s stretched out against the headboard, palm sliding lazy over his cock where it lays heavy on his stomach. his thumb swipes the leaking tip once, then circles it like he’s not even trying to be subtle.

“look at him,” he mutters. “already clenching around mark's fingers like he’s gonna cum. no one’s even fucked him yet.”

you don’t answer. can’t, really. not when mark's still got you spread open across the bed, fingers curling inside you nice and slow. he’s gentle, as always. taking his time, like he’s trying to memorize every twitch in your thighs, every breath you catch on.

you barely get a second to breathe before haechan flops beside you. he’s grinning already, hand settling warm on your thigh, fingers pressing in tight enough to bruise. his mouth hovers close like he’s about to say something sweet—but it’s never sweet with him.

“god, baby,” mark says. “you love getting passed around, huh?”

mark laughs softly under his breath, still curling his fingers inside you just right. “he’s soaked,” he murmurs. “feels like he’s already halfway gone.”

your legs twitch again, hips rolling down to chase mark's hand even though it’s already so deep. you’re whining without even realizing it, and that’s when jaemin shifts forward and grabs you by the jaw.

his hand’s just there, holding your face like he owns it. not squeezing—yet. just resting. then his cock slaps wet across your cheek and you flinch. your shoulders jerk up, breath stuttering out before you can stop it. there’s a split second where you don’t even look at him, too focused on the way it stings, the way your skin stung from the contact. but his hand moves fast. he grabs your face, thumb pressing into your jaw, not hard—yet, but it’s threatening, like he wants to bruise it. as if he’s daring you to pull away. 

jaemin drags your face toward him. he was far from being gentle, his cock still wet where it kissed your cheek. it’s still hard, heavier now somehow, and y’know he’s waiting for something—and you can feel his breath right against your lips, hot and mean.

he stares. not saying anything yet. just watching you flinch, shiver, and trying to keep still under his grip. “so noisy already,” he mutters. it was low enough to make you freeze. “you were whining backstage, remember that? what were you begging for?”

“nnh—didn’t say anything—” your voice breaks halfway through, head tipping back when mark hits that spot again and your whole body jumps.

“you didn’t have to,” haechan chimes in, still stroking your cock teasingly. “your legs were shaking before mark even touched you.”

mark presses a kiss to your thigh, fingers dragging out slow before easing back in deep. “you like that, sweetheart? like being spread open while they watch?”

you nod without even thinking. “mhm—”

“use your words.”

“i like it, mark hyung—m’so full—”

“you’ve taken two fingers,” jaemin cuts in, blank-faced. “don’t act like you’re split on cock already.”

“feels so big though,” you gasp, as mark pushes in a third. it burns a little—thick and all the way in—and you sob when he starts to curl them. “fuck—m’not used to this much—” :((

“nah,” haechan coos, still jerking your cock, treating it like the most precious thing he's ever held. “you want more, don’t you? bet if nana told you to open your mouth right now, you’d drool for it.”

“won’t be necessary,” jaemin huffs as his grip slides into your hair and tugs your head toward his leaking cock. “show me, baby. show me how pretty boys suck dick.”

your jaw drops without thinking. you’re already shaking, barely holding it together; still though, you let him slide in. he’s thick, mean about it, pushing all the way until your lips are flush to his base. you gag once, then breathe around it.

he stays there. makes you sit with it. one hand gripping your hair, the other bracing the back of your neck as he pushed himself deeper.

“breathe through it,” haechan murmurs, “you’ve done this before, baby. you got it.”

you moan around it, eyes tearing up. mark's still fucking you gently with his fingers, whispering something into your thigh, but you can’t hear him, not really. your cock jerks in haechan's hand and your hips twitch every time jaemin moves, just barely.

“fuck,” jaemin mutters. “you were made for this.”

“he loves crying,” mark says quietly, kissing the inside of your thighs. “don’t you, baby? love when we wreck you like this?”

you try to nod again, but you’re too full. cock in your throat, fingers inside you, precum dripping down your dick. your body’s not even yours anymore. it belongs to them and you’re just barely holding on :((

“bet your brain’s already leaking out your ears,” haechan grinned, whispering. “you want us to fuck it right out of you, huh? ruin our baby until he can’t even remember his name.”

jaemin pulls out just enough to let you breathe. you suck in air, loud and messy, lips slick with spit. “i’m—i’m already yours—”

“fuck he said it,” mark groans. well, that did something to him. his fingers are still deep. your hole’s clenching down like it knows something’s coming.

“say it again for me, baby,” jaemin breathes. “c’mon. say it.”

“yours. m’yours—please—”

jaemin kisses you. hard. wet. tongue pushing in like he owns the space, trying to taste the words you just said.

and then mark pulls his fingers out, just as haechan slides his in.

you gasp loud, back arching off the bed. it’s too much—haechan's slick and fast, fingers twisting in deeper than you were ready for.

“fuck—fuck, that’s—” you’re trembling. your whole body’s tight, stuffed full again. “c-can’t—”

“yes you can,” haechan growls at your throat, mouthing along your jaw while his fingers stretch you open. “you’re our fucktoy, right? our good little boy?”

jaemin's thumb presses your tongue flat again. “gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll see stars.”

your body’s jerking, hips stuttering into haechan's hand where he’s still stroking your cock. you’re leaking all over his fingers, your hole fluttering around him wanting—no. needing something deeper.

“m’gonna—gonna cum—” you choke out, right on the edge, can’t stop it—

“do it,” mark says, soft as ever, his eyes saying i love you. “go ahead, baby. let go.”

“we’ll fuck you for real after,” haechan grins, lips brushing your cheek. “gotta make you cum first so you’ll open up real nice.”

[tokiiwonz]

500 NOTES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE U GUYS SO MUCH! 🥹💕💕💕💕

[tokiiwonz]

new to your blog hiiii i luv your writing so muuccchhh 💕 want to ask who your bias in nct is/are hehehehe looking forward to your future works

hi bb, thank you n' welcome!

my biases ,, i'm not kidding when i tell you they change on a weekly basis 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 one week i'm fixating on mark then the next i'm thirsting over jeno :(((

that aside though, i think my main is jaemin (quite obvious i think), and for 127 it's jungwoo, & yangyang for wayv

[tokiiwonz]

HAIII!! Just wondering if your requests will be open eventually or not? No rush or pressure if not!, take your time with whatever you need! Just asking cause I love your writing and am on the hunt for some Kun fics.. thank you and stay safe !! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

hello! thank you so much ,, it really means a lot that you enjoy my writing :( <3

as for requests, i'm not too sure if or when i'll ever open them formally. uni takes up most of my time lately, and writing has mostly been a self-indulgent outlet when i get the chance. i’m also a bit nervous i wouldn’t be able to meet expectations if i opened things up fully ;; that said, i am always open to writing for kun (or any of the wayv members tbh) if inspiration strikes, so you might still see something pop up on the dash sometime <3

thx bb and stay safe too!! ♡

[tokiiwonz]

I love youuuu

ily too babie, hope you're enjoying my works :((

[tokiiwonz]

three’s a crowd, four’s a party

content — sub!male reader, dom markminhyuck, group play, possessiveness, manhandling, face-fucking, fingering, spit, messy blowjob, choking (hand on jaw), praise & degradation, overstim, body worship-ish?, sharing, soft mean!mark, mean mean!jaemin, brat!haechan

ive really got nothing fancy to say about this picture. i feel soooo

jaemin lets out a low whistle from where he’s stretched out against the headboard, palm sliding lazy over his cock where it lays heavy on his stomach. his thumb swipes the leaking tip once, then circles it like he’s not even trying to be subtle.

“look at him,” he mutters. “already clenching around mark's fingers like he’s gonna cum. no one’s even fucked him yet.”

you don’t answer. can’t, really. not when mark's still got you spread open across the bed, fingers curling inside you nice and slow. he’s gentle, as always. taking his time, like he’s trying to memorize every twitch in your thighs, every breath you catch on.

you barely get a second to breathe before haechan flops beside you. he’s grinning already, hand settling warm on your thigh, fingers pressing in tight enough to bruise. his mouth hovers close like he’s about to say something sweet—but it’s never sweet with him.

“god, baby,” mark says. “you love getting passed around, huh?”

mark laughs softly under his breath, still curling his fingers inside you just right. “he’s soaked,” he murmurs. “feels like he’s already halfway gone.”

your legs twitch again, hips rolling down to chase mark's hand even though it’s already so deep. you’re whining without even realizing it, and that’s when jaemin shifts forward and grabs you by the jaw.

his hand’s just there, holding your face like he owns it. not squeezing—yet. just resting. then his cock slaps wet across your cheek and you flinch. your shoulders jerk up, breath stuttering out before you can stop it. there’s a split second where you don’t even look at him, too focused on the way it stings, the way your skin stung from the contact. but his hand moves fast. he grabs your face, thumb pressing into your jaw, not hard—yet, but it’s threatening, like he wants to bruise it. as if he’s daring you to pull away. 

jaemin drags your face toward him. he was far from being gentle, his cock still wet where it kissed your cheek. it’s still hard, heavier now somehow, and y’know he’s waiting for something—and you can feel his breath right against your lips, hot and mean.

he stares. not saying anything yet. just watching you flinch, shiver, and trying to keep still under his grip. “so noisy already,” he mutters. it was low enough to make you freeze. “you were whining backstage, remember that? what were you begging for?”

“nnh—didn’t say anything—” your voice breaks halfway through, head tipping back when mark hits that spot again and your whole body jumps.

“you didn’t have to,” haechan chimes in, still stroking your cock teasingly. “your legs were shaking before mark even touched you.”

mark presses a kiss to your thigh, fingers dragging out slow before easing back in deep. “you like that, sweetheart? like being spread open while they watch?”

you nod without even thinking. “mhm—”

“use your words.”

“i like it, mark hyung—m’so full—”

“you’ve taken two fingers,” jaemin cuts in, blank-faced. “don’t act like you’re split on cock already.”

“feels so big though,” you gasp, as mark pushes in a third. it burns a little—thick and all the way in—and you sob when he starts to curl them. “fuck—m’not used to this much—” :((

“nah,” haechan coos, still jerking your cock, treating it like the most precious thing he's ever held. “you want more, don’t you? bet if nana told you to open your mouth right now, you’d drool for it.”

“won’t be necessary,” jaemin huffs as his grip slides into your hair and tugs your head toward his leaking cock. “show me, baby. show me how pretty boys suck dick.”

your jaw drops without thinking. you’re already shaking, barely holding it together; still though, you let him slide in. he’s thick, mean about it, pushing all the way until your lips are flush to his base. you gag once, then breathe around it.

he stays there. makes you sit with it. one hand gripping your hair, the other bracing the back of your neck as he pushed himself deeper.

“breathe through it,” haechan murmurs, “you’ve done this before, baby. you got it.”

you moan around it, eyes tearing up. mark's still fucking you gently with his fingers, whispering something into your thigh, but you can’t hear him, not really. your cock jerks in haechan's hand and your hips twitch every time jaemin moves, just barely.

“fuck,” jaemin mutters. “you were made for this.”

“he loves crying,” mark says quietly, kissing the inside of your thighs. “don’t you, baby? love when we wreck you like this?”

you try to nod again, but you’re too full. cock in your throat, fingers inside you, precum dripping down your dick. your body’s not even yours anymore. it belongs to them and you’re just barely holding on :((

“bet your brain’s already leaking out your ears,” haechan grinned, whispering. “you want us to fuck it right out of you, huh? ruin our baby until he can’t even remember his name.”

jaemin pulls out just enough to let you breathe. you suck in air, loud and messy, lips slick with spit. “i’m—i’m already yours—”

“fuck he said it,” mark groans. well, that did something to him. his fingers are still deep. your hole’s clenching down like it knows something’s coming.

“say it again for me, baby,” jaemin breathes. “c’mon. say it.”

“yours. m’yours—please—”

jaemin kisses you. hard. wet. tongue pushing in like he owns the space, trying to taste the words you just said.

and then mark pulls his fingers out, just as haechan slides his in.

you gasp loud, back arching off the bed. it’s too much—haechan's slick and fast, fingers twisting in deeper than you were ready for.

“fuck—fuck, that’s—” you’re trembling. your whole body’s tight, stuffed full again. “c-can’t—”

“yes you can,” haechan growls at your throat, mouthing along your jaw while his fingers stretch you open. “you’re our fucktoy, right? our good little boy?”

jaemin's thumb presses your tongue flat again. “gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll see stars.”

your body’s jerking, hips stuttering into haechan's hand where he’s still stroking your cock. you’re leaking all over his fingers, your hole fluttering around him wanting—no. needing something deeper.

“m’gonna—gonna cum—” you choke out, right on the edge, can’t stop it—

“do it,” mark says, soft as ever, his eyes saying i love you. “go ahead, baby. let go.”

“we’ll fuck you for real after,” haechan grins, lips brushing your cheek. “gotta make you cum first so you’ll open up real nice.”

[rowenaluvr]

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[tokiiwonz]

three’s a crowd, four’s a party

content — sub!male reader, dom markminhyuck, group play, possessiveness, manhandling, face-fucking, fingering, spit, messy blowjob, choking (hand on jaw), praise & degradation, overstim, body worship-ish?, sharing, soft mean!mark, mean mean!jaemin, brat!haechan

ive really got nothing fancy to say about this picture. i feel soooo

jaemin lets out a low whistle from where he’s stretched out against the headboard, palm sliding lazy over his cock where it lays heavy on his stomach. his thumb swipes the leaking tip once, then circles it like he’s not even trying to be subtle.

“look at him,” he mutters. “already clenching around mark's fingers like he’s gonna cum. no one’s even fucked him yet.”

you don’t answer. can’t, really. not when mark's still got you spread open across the bed, fingers curling inside you nice and slow. he’s gentle, as always. taking his time, like he’s trying to memorize every twitch in your thighs, every breath you catch on.

you barely get a second to breathe before haechan flops beside you. he’s grinning already, hand settling warm on your thigh, fingers pressing in tight enough to bruise. his mouth hovers close like he’s about to say something sweet—but it’s never sweet with him.

“god, baby,” mark says. “you love getting passed around, huh?”

mark laughs softly under his breath, still curling his fingers inside you just right. “he’s soaked,” he murmurs. “feels like he’s already halfway gone.”

your legs twitch again, hips rolling down to chase mark's hand even though it’s already so deep. you’re whining without even realizing it, and that’s when jaemin shifts forward and grabs you by the jaw.

his hand’s just there, holding your face like he owns it. not squeezing—yet. just resting. then his cock slaps wet across your cheek and you flinch. your shoulders jerk up, breath stuttering out before you can stop it. there’s a split second where you don’t even look at him, too focused on the way it stings, the way your skin stung from the contact. but his hand moves fast. he grabs your face, thumb pressing into your jaw, not hard—yet, but it’s threatening, like he wants to bruise it. as if he’s daring you to pull away. 

jaemin drags your face toward him. he was far from being gentle, his cock still wet where it kissed your cheek. it’s still hard, heavier now somehow, and y’know he’s waiting for something—and you can feel his breath right against your lips, hot and mean.

he stares. not saying anything yet. just watching you flinch, shiver, and trying to keep still under his grip. “so noisy already,” he mutters. it was low enough to make you freeze. “you were whining backstage, remember that? what were you begging for?”

“nnh—didn’t say anything—” your voice breaks halfway through, head tipping back when mark hits that spot again and your whole body jumps.

“you didn’t have to,” haechan chimes in, still stroking your cock teasingly. “your legs were shaking before mark even touched you.”

mark presses a kiss to your thigh, fingers dragging out slow before easing back in deep. “you like that, sweetheart? like being spread open while they watch?”

you nod without even thinking. “mhm—”

“use your words.”

“i like it, mark hyung—m’so full—”

“you’ve taken two fingers,” jaemin cuts in, blank-faced. “don’t act like you’re split on cock already.”

“feels so big though,” you gasp, as mark pushes in a third. it burns a little—thick and all the way in—and you sob when he starts to curl them. “fuck—m’not used to this much—” :((

“nah,” haechan coos, still jerking your cock, treating it like the most precious thing he's ever held. “you want more, don’t you? bet if nana told you to open your mouth right now, you’d drool for it.”

“won’t be necessary,” jaemin huffs as his grip slides into your hair and tugs your head toward his leaking cock. “show me, baby. show me how pretty boys suck dick.”

your jaw drops without thinking. you’re already shaking, barely holding it together; still though, you let him slide in. he’s thick, mean about it, pushing all the way until your lips are flush to his base. you gag once, then breathe around it.

he stays there. makes you sit with it. one hand gripping your hair, the other bracing the back of your neck as he pushed himself deeper.

“breathe through it,” haechan murmurs, “you’ve done this before, baby. you got it.”

you moan around it, eyes tearing up. mark's still fucking you gently with his fingers, whispering something into your thigh, but you can’t hear him, not really. your cock jerks in haechan's hand and your hips twitch every time jaemin moves, just barely.

“fuck,” jaemin mutters. “you were made for this.”

“he loves crying,” mark says quietly, kissing the inside of your thighs. “don’t you, baby? love when we wreck you like this?”

you try to nod again, but you’re too full. cock in your throat, fingers inside you, precum dripping down your dick. your body’s not even yours anymore. it belongs to them and you’re just barely holding on :((

“bet your brain’s already leaking out your ears,” haechan grinned, whispering. “you want us to fuck it right out of you, huh? ruin our baby until he can’t even remember his name.”

jaemin pulls out just enough to let you breathe. you suck in air, loud and messy, lips slick with spit. “i’m—i’m already yours—”

“fuck he said it,” mark groans. well, that did something to him. his fingers are still deep. your hole’s clenching down like it knows something’s coming.

“say it again for me, baby,” jaemin breathes. “c’mon. say it.”

“yours. m’yours—please—”

jaemin kisses you. hard. wet. tongue pushing in like he owns the space, trying to taste the words you just said.

and then mark pulls his fingers out, just as haechan slides his in.

you gasp loud, back arching off the bed. it’s too much—haechan's slick and fast, fingers twisting in deeper than you were ready for.

“fuck—fuck, that’s—” you’re trembling. your whole body’s tight, stuffed full again. “c-can’t—”

“yes you can,” haechan growls at your throat, mouthing along your jaw while his fingers stretch you open. “you’re our fucktoy, right? our good little boy?”

jaemin's thumb presses your tongue flat again. “gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll see stars.”

your body’s jerking, hips stuttering into haechan's hand where he’s still stroking your cock. you’re leaking all over his fingers, your hole fluttering around him wanting—no. needing something deeper.

“m’gonna—gonna cum—” you choke out, right on the edge, can’t stop it—

“do it,” mark says, soft as ever, his eyes saying i love you. “go ahead, baby. let go.”

“we’ll fuck you for real after,” haechan grins, lips brushing your cheek. “gotta make you cum first so you’ll open up real nice.”

[tokiiwonz]

three’s a crowd, four’s a party

content — sub!male reader, dom markminhyuck, group play, possessiveness, manhandling, face-fucking, fingering, spit, messy blowjob, choking (hand on jaw), praise & degradation, overstim, body worship-ish?, sharing, soft mean!mark, mean mean!jaemin, brat!haechan

ive really got nothing fancy to say about this picture. i feel soooo

jaemin lets out a low whistle from where he’s stretched out against the headboard, palm sliding lazy over his cock where it lays heavy on his stomach. his thumb swipes the leaking tip once, then circles it like he’s not even trying to be subtle.

“look at him,” he mutters. “already clenching around mark's fingers like he’s gonna cum. no one’s even fucked him yet.”

you don’t answer. can’t, really. not when mark's still got you spread open across the bed, fingers curling inside you nice and slow. he’s gentle, as always. taking his time, like he’s trying to memorize every twitch in your thighs, every breath you catch on.

you barely get a second to breathe before haechan flops beside you. he’s grinning already, hand settling warm on your thigh, fingers pressing in tight enough to bruise. his mouth hovers close like he’s about to say something sweet—but it’s never sweet with him.

“god, baby,” mark says. “you love getting passed around, huh?”

mark laughs softly under his breath, still curling his fingers inside you just right. “he’s soaked,” he murmurs. “feels like he’s already halfway gone.”

your legs twitch again, hips rolling down to chase mark's hand even though it’s already so deep. you’re whining without even realizing it, and that’s when jaemin shifts forward and grabs you by the jaw.

his hand’s just there, holding your face like he owns it. not squeezing—yet. just resting. then his cock slaps wet across your cheek and you flinch. your shoulders jerk up, breath stuttering out before you can stop it. there’s a split second where you don’t even look at him, too focused on the way it stings, the way your skin stung from the contact. but his hand moves fast. he grabs your face, thumb pressing into your jaw, not hard—yet, but it’s threatening, like he wants to bruise it. as if he’s daring you to pull away. 

jaemin drags your face toward him. he was far from being gentle, his cock still wet where it kissed your cheek. it’s still hard, heavier now somehow, and y’know he’s waiting for something—and you can feel his breath right against your lips, hot and mean.

he stares. not saying anything yet. just watching you flinch, shiver, and trying to keep still under his grip. “so noisy already,” he mutters. it was low enough to make you freeze. “you were whining backstage, remember that? what were you begging for?”

“nnh—didn’t say anything—” your voice breaks halfway through, head tipping back when mark hits that spot again and your whole body jumps.

“you didn’t have to,” haechan chimes in, still stroking your cock teasingly. “your legs were shaking before mark even touched you.”

mark presses a kiss to your thigh, fingers dragging out slow before easing back in deep. “you like that, sweetheart? like being spread open while they watch?”

you nod without even thinking. “mhm—”

“use your words.”

“i like it, mark hyung—m’so full—”

“you’ve taken two fingers,” jaemin cuts in, blank-faced. “don’t act like you’re split on cock already.”

“feels so big though,” you gasp, as mark pushes in a third. it burns a little—thick and all the way in—and you sob when he starts to curl them. “fuck—m’not used to this much—” :((

“nah,” haechan coos, still jerking your cock, treating it like the most precious thing he's ever held. “you want more, don’t you? bet if nana told you to open your mouth right now, you’d drool for it.”

“won’t be necessary,” jaemin huffs as his grip slides into your hair and tugs your head toward his leaking cock. “show me, baby. show me how pretty boys suck dick.”

your jaw drops without thinking. you’re already shaking, barely holding it together; still though, you let him slide in. he’s thick, mean about it, pushing all the way until your lips are flush to his base. you gag once, then breathe around it.

he stays there. makes you sit with it. one hand gripping your hair, the other bracing the back of your neck as he pushed himself deeper.

“breathe through it,” haechan murmurs, “you’ve done this before, baby. you got it.”

you moan around it, eyes tearing up. mark's still fucking you gently with his fingers, whispering something into your thigh, but you can’t hear him, not really. your cock jerks in haechan's hand and your hips twitch every time jaemin moves, just barely.

“fuck,” jaemin mutters. “you were made for this.”

“he loves crying,” mark says quietly, kissing the inside of your thighs. “don’t you, baby? love when we wreck you like this?”

you try to nod again, but you’re too full. cock in your throat, fingers inside you, precum dripping down your dick. your body’s not even yours anymore. it belongs to them and you’re just barely holding on :((

“bet your brain’s already leaking out your ears,” haechan grinned, whispering. “you want us to fuck it right out of you, huh? ruin our baby until he can’t even remember his name.”

jaemin pulls out just enough to let you breathe. you suck in air, loud and messy, lips slick with spit. “i’m—i’m already yours—”

“fuck he said it,” mark groans. well, that did something to him. his fingers are still deep. your hole’s clenching down like it knows something’s coming.

“say it again for me, baby,” jaemin breathes. “c’mon. say it.”

“yours. m’yours—please—”

jaemin kisses you. hard. wet. tongue pushing in like he owns the space, trying to taste the words you just said.

and then mark pulls his fingers out, just as haechan slides his in.

you gasp loud, back arching off the bed. it’s too much—haechan's slick and fast, fingers twisting in deeper than you were ready for.

“fuck—fuck, that’s—” you’re trembling. your whole body’s tight, stuffed full again. “c-can’t—”

“yes you can,” haechan growls at your throat, mouthing along your jaw while his fingers stretch you open. “you’re our fucktoy, right? our good little boy?”

jaemin's thumb presses your tongue flat again. “gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll see stars.”

your body’s jerking, hips stuttering into haechan's hand where he’s still stroking your cock. you’re leaking all over his fingers, your hole fluttering around him wanting—no. needing something deeper.

“m’gonna—gonna cum—” you choke out, right on the edge, can’t stop it—

“do it,” mark says, soft as ever, his eyes saying i love you. “go ahead, baby. let go.”

“we’ll fuck you for real after,” haechan grins, lips brushing your cheek. “gotta make you cum first so you’ll open up real nice.”