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tddyhyck · 11 months

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ice cream thief [ l.dh ]

pairing ⇢ perv roommate!hyuck x afab!reader (mentioned other nct members + karina)

word count ⇢ 12.8k

synopsis ⇢ someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?

warnings ⇢ 18+, dubcon, invasion of privacy, filming with and without consent, voyeurism (hyuck is a peeping tom), exhibitionism, panty stealing, toys, multiple orgasms, nipple play (m & f receiving) , cum eating, oral (f receiving), switch but mainly sub!hyuck, reader has a bdsm relationship with johnny, yuta, and jaehyun, switch but mainly dom!reader, handcuffs, unprotected sex, cream pie, hyuck is a little bi icon, lots of masturbation (m & f), excessive talk of legend of zelda (SORRY), anal (not super detailed), use of good boy & pervert, slapping, overstimulation, mentioned (bdsm, bondage, whips, rope/shibari, threesomes, mxm, scissoring, spit roasting, getting high, double penetration, marking) pls let me know if i missed anything

playlist ⇢ creep_radiohead / obsession_sky ferreira / nothings going to hurt you baby_cigarettes after sex / wet nightmare_bibi / i wanna be your slave_måneskin / use me_bill withers / sweet_cigarettes after sex / guys my age_hey violet / sexy silk_cumkitten / pussy is god_king princess

a/n ⇢ i'm trying to get better at making the reader as general as possible please let me know any ways i can improve!

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“no one is stealing your goddamn ice cream,” you groan, rolling your eyes. you’re currently having a “house meeting” in the kitchen, more like you and your roommates get yelled at by your other roommate haechan for 30 minutes. you’re sitting at the end of the island beside jaemin and karina who is leaning next to the wall while haechan stands across from the counter in front of the fridge waving an empty box around.

“well, where the fuck are my double vanilla yogurt bars going?” he says waving the box around for dramatics.

“who the fuck wants double vanilla ass yogurt ice cream bars,” jaemin argues.

“literally we have chocolate, strawberry,” jaemin gags, “even cones, why would we want double vanilla,” karina quips while you roll your eyes.

“because it’s the best ice cream in the world,” he groans, running his hands through his hair.

“yeah maybe to old white dudes,” karina says, making you and jaemin giggle.

“listen i get it, no one wants to fess up. you’re embarrassed, feeling guilty even,” you scoff at his dramatics. “but just tell me between friends, i will forgive you if you buy me a new box.” no one says anything, just stares across the counter at haechan. “god i hate all of you. i swear i’m moving out.”

“finally, let me know if you need help packing,” you smile as he storms off middle finger raised in your direction.

“so which one of you ate the ice cream?” karina whispers, you and jaemin shake your heads hearing haechan's door slam.

“swear i didn't, i would probably have the strawberry before double vanilla,” he grimaces.

“same, i would just go without, who wants double vanilla anyways? i bet he just doesn’t remember eating them.” you laugh.

haechan sat in his room sulking and determined to figure out who was eating his precious ice cream. this wasn’t the first time it happened and it had only gotten worse. he pondered which one of his housemates would eat his ice cream.

karina was in her green juice phase and probably wasn’t eating ice cream but if she was she would want the "healthiest" option which were the double vanilla yogurt bars. she couldn’t be marked off the list.

jaemin would definitely eat the double vanilla bars. especially when he would just open the freezer and grab anything that didn’t have a strawberry pink label. haechan grumbled to himself pulling his fingers through his hair.

and you, you would totally eat his ice cream just to spite him. you would probably throw away an uneaten bar just to annoy him, give them out to delivery men, or offer them to your annoying friends.

he furiously typed into his search bar. “how to stop roommates from stealing food.”

he scrolls reading over the bulleted list.

write your name on everything

that wouldn’t work, jaemin would just read it and ignore it.

hide the food in an unlikely place

where can he hide ice cream unless he got a mini freezer and that just seemed like too much work.

douse the food in hot sauce, chili powder, etc.

wouldn’t that just ruin the food for him?

install cameras to present evidence of the theft

bingo

haechan had plenty of access to cameras, the tech, and the knowledge to install nanny cams. his it major finally came to his aid during his time of woe.

he made a plan, go to the tech lab and talk to kun about security cameras. he can play it off that it’s for a friend, his mom, or maybe his roommates wanted to feel safer. then he could install them on thursday morning when everyone was in class. then he would wait for someone to eat his ice cream and catch them in the act. foolproof right?

“so wait, why do you need cameras again?” kun asked, rummaging through a box of wires.

“it’s for a friend they asked me since they knew i was majoring in it,” haechan says nonchalantly, pushing his hands in his pockets.

“oh cool, you said home security right?” haechan nodded, moving to the side after kun got up with various wires in his hands. he followed kun to another part of the tech lab.

“just don’t set them up in locker rooms. some dude did that a few years ago and i helped him pick them out. god, i felt sick after.”

“god no, just home security, said he has some weird roommates or something,” haechan shook his head. watching over kun’s shoulder as he scrolled through some tech website.

“okay, i would go with one of these if it’s just basic home security. they have an app for easy access and pretty good quality cameras,” kun says, clicking on one of the images before scrolling through. haechan nodded, eyes dancing over the webpage.

“sounds good to me, can you order them?” kun nodded, adding the items to the cart.

“does he need any wifi extenders?” haechan shook his head looking over the total price. still cheaper than a mini freezer. “i’ll let you know when they come in.”

“thanks, dude, i’ll venmo you,” haechan says walking away.

“do you need help setting them up?”

“nope.”

the cameras came in faster than haechan even expected, he hadn’t even gotten the chance to restock his ice cream bars to set up the trap. he waited for the perfect time when everyone was out of the apartment in class, studying, or doing whatever haechan didn’t care enough to ask.

he took to unboxing the set of five cameras, one for the kitchen right above the fridge, one diagonal from the fridge to get the full angle of the theft, one in the living room facing the couch and the hall, and one for a wide angle of the living room. he had one to spare so he decided to put it in the corner of his room to see if anyone was snooping around.

it took him about an hour to set up the two in the kitchen, fiddling back and forth on his phone and with the cameras to perfect the angle. walking back and forth to make sure the entire walk from the hall would be caught and no denying could happen.

one camera was hidden between some old cereal boxes he and jaemin had used for a project that they never threw away. the other was between the bread maker karina had stopped using two weeks after getting it and was just collecting dust and the protein powder.

it took him about an hour more for the two in the living room, making sure the camera was facing the couch fully because that would definitely be where the culprit would enjoy the sweet treat.

the camera was tilted slightly to hide nicely on the corner of the dvd shelf. the other was squeezed snuggly between some half-dead plants on the window sill, viewing the full kitchen, part of the dining table, living room, and the hall.

haechan was lucky his room was on one side of the house and his three roommates were down the opposite hall. so it was unlikely one of them would come down his hall unless it was for a shower or to piss.

he finally fiddled with the one in his room more for fun but he thought of the possibilities of “accidentally” filming while fucking some hot chick he brought home or even the occasional big bulky dude he would find on some field or court who wanted to experiment when he needed to get fucked.

he didn’t want to be a creep and it wouldn’t be like he’d share the footage if it happened but it would be a nice bonus. getting to relive a good fucking on some shitty camera like a perv.

he wouldn’t openly admit to being a pervert, but he was. he often got off on being watched and watching other people, that’s why he liked going to the gym, not for the workout or health benefits, but the view of some hot girl sweating while doing squats or the best part seeing hot guys in the locker rooms and if he was lucky getting to shower beside them peaking at their cocks hanging heavily between their legs next to him.

he loved the thrill of jerking off in the corner of the showers waiting for some muscled beefcake to come in and embarrass him before cursing and manhandling him. his fantasies never quite came true but that didn’t stop him from releasing onto the tile below him while he tweaked his nipples and the water hit his chest.

haechan often found himself in these “compromising” positions. like the time he hid in the closet of some frat dude's room while he watched his friends, jeno and jaemin, fuck some sorority girl.

he didn’t mean to get high and roam the house ending up in some closet, but what was he gonna do when they came in and spit-roasted her right through the slits in the door. so he shut up as best he could and jerked off while peaking out. he hated to admit being jealous of his friends and the girl but he couldn’t help it.

he also didn’t mean to listen in when his housemates brought someone around and didn’t realize he was there. he would stand in the hall watching jaemin fuck some cheerleader until she was brainless or karina bringing over some girl to “study” but he watched them scissor for like 20 minutes and they never noticed. you however never brought anyone home at least that he knew of.

he’d heard stories from his friends about how you were apparently into being dominated by older men, but haechan didn’t fully believe it. at least not the stories his older friends johnny, yuta, and jaehyun would tell of you. how you liked to be whipped and cuffed to the bed while johnny edged you, or how yuta would tie intricate ropes around you bending you into pretzel-like positions before making you cry, and jaehyun boasted about making you cum some insane amount until you passed out on his cock. you were too annoying and mean to be submissive, and far too uptight to be into adventurous casual sex.

the stories did get him off though just like viewing his other roommates in secret, the thought of his little prude roommate being into nasty sex had gotten him hard. after hearing all about it he excused himself to the bathroom and came in his fist embarrassingly fast.

it didn't take long to start getting notifications of motion most of the time being someone arriving home or leaving. he gets strangely excited at the prospect of catching someone at the fridge but every time it has been for something lame like eggs or soda. he had started to worry about the house eating habits when everyone was only eating eggs, popcorn, and frozen food.

by the third day he’s grown accustomed to the notifications on his phone of detected movement. it's not as exciting when it’s the fifth time of the day and he knows it will probably just be jaemin making toast. but he opens it quickly waiting for the app to load.

before he sees you sitting on the couch, knees to your chest twirling something in your mouth. he grins convinced he had caught the ice cream thief. he started his car ready to rush home and catch you in the act, that is until you pull it out of your mouth. squinting bringing his phone closer to make sure it is his ice cream his eyes widen when he realizes it’s not his ice cream but a dildo of some sort.

you wouldn't, there's no way you would in the living room. his mouth hung open watching you bring the toy back to your lips. he was surprised by the camera quality when he could see your spit dribbling down the toy and collecting at the corners of your mouth.

he should have closed his phone and put it on silent never to be thought of again, but he can’t look away, he knows it’s wrong but he can’t stop staring.

he gaped when you opened your knees and moved one hand between your legs flipping your skirt up revealing some light blue panties. he’s sure he’s seen them in your hamper or when you accidentally left them in the wash that one time. he watched as your hand slithered between your legs pressing against your heat, squinting in surprise seeing a dark spot growing under your hand.

his eyes were scanning quickly trying to take in the entire scene watching you with one hand over your panties and the other swirling what he assumed to be silicone between your lips. he can’t believe you of all people would be getting off in the living room knowing any of your roommates could walk in. little miss goody two shoes had a thing for exhibitionism he smirked.

you moved the toy from your lips, a line of spit still connected until the toy slid over your panties. he gasped when you moved your other hand from between your legs to pull your shirt up tits falling out.

he had seen you naked a few times completely accidentally of course, not that he didn’t keep the image in his head permanently. one time when he walked into the bathroom while you were changing before turning around swiftly and attempting to avert his eyes while you cursed him out. it was your fault for not locking the door.

or when johnny’s frat had a pool party and your swimsuit came untied during a game of chicken. nipples hard and perked from the cool water and right in front of his face. he recalls the embarrassment that flooded your face when you realized before your hands covered up quickly. he had jerked off later to the thought of fucking your tits.

he remembers how he couldn’t get your cute nipples off his brain for like a week after. it pissed him off how you walked around the house braless, nipples pointed right in his face. you were also the bane of his existence you were so annoying and difficult, but so fucking hot but you pissed him off with your bratty attitude.

but he loved the way you scolded him and grabbed and pulled his hair when he went too far, or when you yelled at him and called him names with an angry tone in your voice and pout on your lips all because he had spoiled the new season of stranger things.

he shook his head before pressing his palm to his face and moving his glasses to rub his eyes. he should turn it off. there's no going back if he keeps watching, but he just couldn’t look away. he had to make a decision and he did, taping the full-screen icon in the corner, turning off his car, and sitting back to watch.

he wished it was his hand pinching your nipples, making you sigh and bite your lip. he was too busy staring at them to notice you press a button on your toy before pressing it to your clit and grinding against it. his eyes trailed down when he noticed the movement. he felt his mouth water when the darkness grew in your panties.

you had to stop yourself from letting the feeling take over, wanting to be filled up before you came. you pulled your toy away and moved your hand from your nipples to pull your panties to the side. you could feel how sticky and wet you were. you wished it was someone else between your legs a warm body fucking you open.

haechan’s mouth fell open with your pussy on display. he watched your hole flutter just begging to be filled up. he could feel his cock pressing against his jeans as you slid the toy between your folds leaning your head back against the couch. it was smaller than him from what he could tell. why was he even comparing his dick to his least favorite roommate's dildo?

his mind was just playing horny tricks on him while you were using one hand to pull your panties aside and the other to slip your blue toy into your cunt. haechan watched your mouth open and eyes close. somewhere in the back of his perverted mind, he wished the camera had sound.

he watched in delight when he saw your toes curling against the cushions and your hand speeding up between your thighs. you took it so well spreading your legs wider and mouth hanging open. he knew you sounded good and he could practically hear you whining. he jumped when your eyes met his through the screen he could swear you could see him watching.

he needed to shut his phone off and throw it out his car window but he also wanted you to know he was watching like a nasty peeping tom. he kept watching the way your eyes glazed over, your hips rutting up to meet your flicking wrist.

he didn’t realize but he had started grinding against his hand pressed between his legs. he felt so fucking pathetic in the library parking lot unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out. and anyone walking by could see his windows weren’t nicely tinted but cheaply tinted and that just made it more exhilarating.

he continued staring at his phone jerking his terribly hard cock in his fist whining wantonly in the quiet car. he tried to match his fist with yours, bringing his hand to the tip when you pulled out before pressing back into your cunt and he would fuck up into his own fist. he felt his forehead growing sweaty and he watched you slide deeper into the couch, knees bending harshly and pressing into your chest.

you looked so desperate thrusting your hips up and your brow furrowed concentrating on your incoming orgasm. haechan was wondering if you were close because god he already was briefly removing his hand to spit in his palm and coat his aching cock.

he looked up for a second sensing movement to his right, watching some group of guys walk by his car not noticing the movement right under their noses. it only made him harder if that was possible reaching down grabbing his balls squeezing tightly making him hold his breath.

his eyes focused back on you but you were slowing down and he was hoping you weren’t stopping. were you into edging like johnny had told him? he watched intently massaging his balls breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth waiting for your next move.

you pulled the toy out of your cunt and he whined when a wet glob of slick dripped out not to mention the wetness coating the toy that you were bringing back to your lips. he brought his hand back to grip his dick, holding the base and pressing it down between his legs before letting it slap up against his stomach with a hiss, while you cleaned off your toy.

he watched you stand up and slip your panties off your legs, what he wouldn’t do to steal those and shove them down his throat? maybe he could sneak them from your dirty laundry.

you turned around bending over the back of the couch making him whine, a perfect view of your ass bent at the best angle, cunt still glistening below your tight asshole. his glasses were slipping down his nose from sweat but he didn’t care especially when you brought your toy to rub over your pussy. smearing your slick over your holes making a wet sticky mess that he would die to clean up.

he’d started thrusting into his fist again trying to be patient and slow like you were. bringing the toy to press against your rim while your head turned hoping to catch a glimpse of your taut hole being teased. he watched you push the limit seeing the way your toes curled when you tried pushing in dry, your cunt clenching at the pressure above.

you whimpered but he wouldn’t know that just watched the way you bit your lip before bringing the toy to your cunt and pressing in fully arching your back when you had buried it fully between your legs. he stared at the way your thighs flexed and met the base of your toy as it filled you up.

he could even see drool starting to fall from your open mouth. he wanted to hold back and wait to cum but you just looked so delicious he couldn’t help his hand speeding up. his whines raised in pitch as he pumped his girth it definitely was not as good as your pussy probably felt.

his own pleasure was distracting him, making his eyes close and he had to practically pry them open to watch you again. he didn’t know how close you were, only you did.

if he had noticed the way your head fell forward on the cushions and legs tried to squeeze together and wrist flicking lazier. he would have known but he didn’t. he didn’t see it coming when you came with a silent cry, legs tightening, ass shivering. he didn’t realize until you were cumming. hadn’t heard you whimper “i’m gonna cum.” into your palm.

he came with you completely accidentally, pulling his hand away too late, cum already spurting out before he could stop it, hips twitching along with his dick. he whimpered bringing his hand back to milk his cock, thick cum leaking onto his sweatshirt sleeve, and steering wheel. an embarrassing amount pooled on his stomach as his breathing evened out.

bringing his attention back to his phone he watched you pull the toy from your cunt another thick gush of slick dripped down hitting the couch below you. he hoped you didn’t do the considerate thing and clean it up but he knew you would.

you laid the toy beside you bringing your fingers between your legs and toes curling when you made contact with your swollen cunt. his mouth watered when you dipped your fingers in to collect the juices and lifted it to your mouth to suck them clean.

once you both had caught your breath he dug around in his glove box for napkins swiping at the drying cum on his sweatshirt and steering wheel. you were cleaning up your own mess and he left his phone open catching a glimpse of your wobbly legs when you got up.

eventually he closed his phone, guilt taking over him, he just watched his roommate get off. it definitely wasn’t the first time or the last so the feeling drifted away quickly. the idea of installing a camera in your room even crossed his sick and twisted mind but he knew that was too far.

he was tucking his softening length into his pants when a banging at his window startled him looking up to see shotaro and yangyang banging on the glass. he clutched his chest after swiftly zipping his jeans before unlocking the doors and they got in.

“what are you doing bombarding me during my meditation?”

“you said you were leaving like 30 minutes ago, the fuck are you still doing here?” yangyang questioned from the back seat.

“didn’t you have some meeting or something?” shotaro questioned with a smile.

“shit,” he did have a meeting at the caf about a group project that he was now almost 20 minutes late for.

“did you get distracted or something your car smells like you fucked?” yangyang said laughing as he leaned forward between the two front seats.

“and if i did you’d be jealous so i can’t talk about it.”

despite having watched you cum in the living room via camera nothing about your dynamic changed. that was something haechan was good at distancing his peeping adventures and the people he actually peeped on. he didn’t find it awkward to be around them later even after seeing their most intimate moments. he did steal a pair of your dirty panties though but you didn’t seem to notice yet, at least that he was aware.

and just as expected he did watch you again not even a week later a notification lighting up his phone hoping again to find the ice cream culprit but to see you swinging your legs open bringing some type of purple wand vibrator between your legs in the most erotic way. head dropping back as you upped the vibrations, stomach tensing when you pulled the toy away, hips canting up to chase the feeling.

he snuck off to the bathroom of his job and came while he set his phone up on the sink and watched himself in the mirror.

it seemed to be almost like clockwork. you waited until you were sure everyone was out and you’d slip into the living room spreading out with some toy or your fingers and going to town. and like clockwork, haechan would open his phone as if on cue to see you putting on a show for him and he’d grip his cock and jerk off. able to cum when he started recognizing when you were close.

he did save all the videos using them later in his room late at night humping his pillow, or early in the morning in the shower even getting bold enough to leave his door open hoping you would hear his whimpers and come stare at him while he came to his stockpile of footage.

he had even started carrying his ipad around with him so he could watch both cameras he had set up in the living room. using the larger screen to view the camera on the dvd shelf directly in front of where you would usually sit and his phone for the wide angle in case you decided to change positions.

he looked like some crazy hacker sneaking off to the back seat of his car setting up his devices. somewhere along the lines he bought another flesh light to keep in his car. he may or may not have searched for a pocket pussy that resembled yours at least from what he could tell.

he would try to mimic the positions you were in, leaning back when you would ride a toy, fantasizing about you riding him, or rising to his knees leaning over to hump into the sticky silicone hole when you would bend over the couch.

he sadly still hadn’t caught his ice cream thief even though the ice cream was still being eaten by someone he just either didn’t see the notification or they were way too quick with their hands.

he’d also visited kun again. this time asking about the sound for the cameras. giving some story about his friends’ roommates talking shit about them and wanted to know what about.

he felt like a kid on christmas when thee mics came in, installing them quickly and testing their quality. hoping to all the gods, that he knew wouldn’t let him into heaven at this point, that you would be desperate and needing to get off that very day so he could verify the sound quality. he wrote it off as trying to figure out if he could hear a wrapper when someone was at the fridge, not that he wanted to hear your whining and moaning.

and by some stroke of luck you did get desperate and by a double stroke of luck you had plans that night. plans that included two large cocks filling you up so you needed to prep of course and haechan didn’t even know the show that was accidentally in store for him.

he watched on, intently as you slowly with slick fingers dipped past your tight rim. he gawked at the way you whimpered when you curled your fingers inside of you. his airpods weren’t enough somehow and he hurriedly dug through his bag for his noise canceling headphones.

when they connected he swore he could cum from the surround sound of your cries. he paid extra attention to each movement the way your voice changed or cracked when you added a finger. scissoring inside of your opening your warm walls, what he wouldn’t give to be inside of them himself.

“just a little more,” you slurred before pressing a third finger inside of you, back arching into the fullness. you were talking yourself through it whimpering and moaning, biting your lip in concentration.

he was starting to regret not exiting the library and at least hiding in a bathroom stall, now he was stuck in the back corner of the british history section on the third floor with a hard on and live porn on his phone.

but he didn’t stop or even make a move, continuing to watch you stretch yourself the audio proving to be the best investment since the cameras. each little sigh was picked up on the mic he had cleverly placed next to the couch.

it was getting hard both literally and figuratively to not whip out his cock and jerk off behind some dusty textbooks. so he pressed his hand against his crotch hissing at the contact and grinding slightly into his palm.

he tilted his head back against the wall, eyes widening and bringing his phone closer when you started pulling your fingers from your hole. your empty rim clenched, almost begging to be filled again.

“fuck,” you choked, reaching around beside you to grip your large plug pushing yourself up to grab your lube. haechan watched curiously seeing you squeeze a large amount onto the glass toy.

you wondered if the boys you were going to see would call you pretty when they bent you over and saw the pretty flower pressed into your hole stretching you out. you shivered in anticipation, fingers moving to grip the base bringing it to your rim and sinking it slowly inside. you tried to go slow but the bulb felt so good stretching you out so you thrust backwards groaning at the stretch.

haechan can hear you loud and clear and it’s going straight to his cock before he realizes he’s rutting his hips rubbing himself against his hand. watching desperately as you fuck yourself with the pretty plug.

he had gotten used to your toy collection finding you far more experimental than he ever imagined, from dildos to vibrators and wands and now plugs. he wondered what all you had in your little treasure chest hidden in your room somewhere. he began to believe all the stories he had heard considering you surprised him each time he caught you.

his brows tilt up in confusion when you slow your movements letting the plug settle between your cheeks. you're breathing slowly resting your head on the arm of the couch before you get up, grabbing the lube and going down the hall. he waits for a few seconds then a minute before you return to clean up the spot you occupied before.

you weren’t stopping right? you hadn’t even cum you always came at least once. he recalled the time you had continued holding a vibrator to your clit until you were shaking and crying unsure of how many times you had actually released but the slick puddle glistening underneath you told him enough.

he waits patiently watching his phone but you don’t reappear and his cock is hard and needy, twitching in his pants. he groans head hitting the wall behind him dropping his phone against his leg next to the outline of his dick. he tries to think of turn offs but truly he didn’t have many and whatever he thought of led him back to something that turned him on.

now he was left in the british history section with blue balls and flushed cheeks trying to decide what to do. he wondered what you were doing walking around the house still naked with a plug stretching your ass. so he did what he knew to do. text you.

evil roommate

what are you doing tonight?

he stared at his phone waiting for something, seeing your phone light up where it set on the coffee table. he watched you pick it up rolling your eyes and for some reason it made him more interested in you.

y/n

why does it matter?

he smirked at your response still peeking at the mini screen in the corner of his phone watching you sit back on the couch position oddly reminiscent of the first time he watched you. knees bent and legs spread just enough for him to view your glistening cunt and the glass base peeking out between your cheeks.

evil roommate

just wondering? maybe i have plans or something?

he waited for you to see the notification not ignoring the way your fingers danced between your legs to collect the cream spilling from your cunt.

y/n

well i won’t be home if that’s what you mean?

his eyebrow raised. if you were going to study or out with your friends you would just say that not beat around the bush. he got distracted though when your fingers circled your clit lazily. it felt more intimate for some reason. the fact that he was talking to you and watching you.

evil roommate

:( not staying cooped up in your room all night?

your fingers sped up wetness being spread around your soft pussy. you rolled your eyes wishing haechan would just shut up. you knew you couldn’t cum yet johnny had already made explicit rules but he didn’t say you couldn’t edge yourself.

y/n

i don’t want to be witness to whatever weird “plans” you have

he grinned, if only you knew. his plans consisted of watching videos of you and busting as many nuts as possible. if you weren’t home he would be able to sneak in and steal another pair of panties. he breathed deeply thinking of your smell that was so close but so far away. recalling how hard he had cum when he had stolen them before. fabric shoved in his mouth, your taste lingering on his tongue. the panties between his teeth silenced his loud whine when his eyes rolled back and legs started shaking. god he needed to stop his mind from wandering; he was just getting harder.

evil roommate

how do you know i have weird plans? when have i ever done anything weird at our house?

you stopped, lifting your sticky fingers to your mouth as you read your phone. he watched you furrow your brows and type back quickly.

y/n

when have you done anything normal? just don’t do your plans in my room i like cleanliness.

evil roommate

seriously what are you doing though

y/n

it’s none of your beeswax

evil roommate

going to meet up with johnny or yuta? or both?

his lips twitch when he sees your eyes widen when you read the message. he could read you like a book, confirming his suspicions. not only were the guys' stories most likely true but you were going to meet up with both of them to get your back blown out. haechan wanted to be a fly on whatever wall got to witness that scene. he watches you squirm and shuffle around typing and deleting and typing and deleting a response.

evil roommate

what embarrassed? cat got your tongue?

you rolled your eyes, biting your lip while you thought of a response. he was right but he didn’t need to know that. you didn’t want you sex crazed roommate having any intimate information about your sex life let alone what you did with johnny or yuta.

y/n

it’s literally none of your business if i’m seeing anyone or no one. but fyi johnny invited me over to see the movie he’s been working on for his final

that was technically true. johnny was working on a film for a final, he had been talking about it for a while. and you were going to view some sort of media he had filmed before. whether you were in it or not was none of haechan’s business. yuta also happened to be invited, johnny had been teasing the final cut of a tape he had made with you. sadly jaehyun was out of town for some away game. you were half happy and sad, happy you wouldn’t have a dick in every hole but sad you wouldn’t have a dick in every hole by the end of the night.

haechan knew what you were talking about. johnny had been filming a documentary since the beginning of the semester. he didn’t fully believe you unless you were going to do that and then get dicked down during or after.

evil roommate

okay fine just wondering what if i wanted to spend the evening with my most favorite housemate :)

you breathed out a laugh as if you were his favorite roommate. he knew he was your least favorite. you much preferred his friends being over eating your food and being loud to him just staying in his room.

y/n

yeah… you have the whole house to yourself to fuck whatever and whoever you should be happy just make sure the clean up after :)

he grinned to himself thinking of sitting in the very spot you were sitting completely naked on the couch. and he would take you up in that and fuck whatever and whoever while he was home alone. and he would watch videos of you while he did. maybe even connect his hdmi to the living room tv get your pretty pussy on the big screen.

you closed your phone, dropping it on the cushion beside you before getting up, mood ruined by haechan’s pestering. haechan watched the way your ass bounced as you walked down the hall to your room.

he closed his phone too. finally getting up grabbing his bag and stalking to the bathrooms locking the stall and finally getting the release you unknowingly withheld from him.

he paid extra attention to wake up earlier the next day despite his tiresome late night activities, and watch you come home. taking care to see any signs of hard sex, bruises, hickies, or even a limp.

but when you came home and he was sitting on the couch eating cereal he didn’t particularly notice which made him question all his conclusions from the day before. maybe you had just gone to johnny’s to watch his film and maybe u just liked wearing a butt plug around.

you didn’t talk to him when you got home heading straight for your room not even sparing him a glance as he stared at you searching for something.

he stayed on the couch for most of the day and into the evening playing tears of the kingdom to no end. not even noticing jaemin coming and going or karina complaining about some project she hasn’t started and needing to camp out at the library.

you eventually joined him in the living room giving in to his pestering to show you the new game you had been waiting to play. he talked way too much about all the new features that didn’t completely make sense but you listened anyway and watched him die by bokoblin’s.

his eyes caught sight of your neck when your shirt collar shifted seeing a bite mark hidden on your left breast. maybe his theories were correct, but his suspicions were distracting him, causing him to die once again.

his lack of skill in the new game had you laughing but also frustrated you, eventually grabbing the controllers and trying your hand but dying just as fast as he did. blaming it on his shitty weapons or lack of hearts.

“told you,” he said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair when you died once more, eyes drifting to your wrist noticing raised skin reminiscent of rope burn. thoughts wandering to what you looked like tied up.

“is this harder than breath of the wild or am i just rusty?”

“definitely both but you suck at breath of the wild too.”

“shut up!” you squealed faux throwing the controller at his head making him duck.

“wait let me show you this video.” he pulled out his phone, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “some dude used the building materials and built this walking stick man with a flamethrower for his dick.” he laughed, scrolling through his camera roll to find the video. he held the phone to your face and you watched on, laughter filling the room.

you grabbed the phone from his hand replaying the video watching the awkward wooden creation blast across the screen with a flame shooting from its lower half. your laughter faded turning into a face of confusion when you tapped the screen to rewind seeing the video thumbnails surrounding that one.

“what the fuck is this lee donghyuck!?” tapping the arrow in the corner, the screen filled with various thumbnails and many of you sitting in the very room you occupied now.

“oh not the government name,” he chuckled as he leaned forward to see what you were talking about the color draining from his face when you began playing a video, the static sound coming from his phone.

“what the actual fuck is this.” you shrieked, shoving the phone in his face and he looked like he was about to be sick. the video clip he had saved, one of you sitting in the exact chair he was sitting on, fingers drilling into yourself as you came with a cry.

“you’ve been filming me?” you were oddly calm in his opinion but his mind was racing trying to come up with something to say while his mouth was suddenly dry.

he had always fantasized about being caught during one of his escapades but that had never actually happened. and now that you were glaring at him asking him questions and his stomach was dropping to his ass.

“i asked you a question you fucking freak.”

“let me explain.”

“explain what? that you’re a fucking pervert who secretly films his roommate?” you shrill standing up and staring daggers down at him.

“i was trying to figure out who was stealing my ice cream.” he said shyly realizing how fucking stupid he sounded bringing his fingers to fiddle with the hem of his shorts.

“oh my god you fucking idiot. no one wants your fucking ice cream. you set up cameras and didn’t tell us? you know that’s illegal? are you fucking stupid or just dumb or both?” haechan peered up at you avoiding eye contact but trying to pay attention. his face felt hot and embarrassment flooded him with each passing second.

“i didn’t.” he paused, looking up at you through his lashes. “didn’t think it was a big deal since it’s like a common area. i didn’t mean to watch you but-“ he paused looking down between his legs. you laughed down at him tossing his phone on the table between the couch and chair where he sat.

“but what?” you questioned bringing your fingers to push his forehead back so he would meet your eyes. haechan was trying his hardest not to get hard knowing you could literally call the cops on him but you looked so hot glaring at him from above. he didn’t know that you were just as perverted as him, planning out how to punish him.

“i- it was an accident. the first time. really i swear.” he stared up at you, his hands raised in defense trying to make you believe him.

“then why did you save it? you were getting off to me weren’t you? fucking freak.” your words stung but went straight to his growing cock. he didn’t want to answer hoping his silence was enough.

“were you?”

“yes,” he whispered, before bringing his lips between his teeth.

“how many times?”

“i- i dunno.” he was being honest he lost track of the amount of times he had watched you. he knew it was more than 10 and probably less than 30 but he wasn’t totally sure.

“how long have you been doing it?” he tried to look away again, searching for an answer like it would appear in front of him. but you grabbed his face squeezing his cheeks in your hand making him look at you.

“maybe more than a month i - i can’t - don’t remember.” he stumbled over his words before you released his face but only to bring your hand back slapping his cheek. and he whined he fucking whined, raising his hand to rub at the reddening flesh.

“remember better then.”

“okay it was the day yang and taro came over and we ate all that pizza and you got mad at us because we spilled garlic sauce on your lit book. but we blamed taro so you wouldn’t be as mad since you like him but it was really yangyang that spilled it.” the confession came bubbling out like he was a volcano ready to erupt.

“haechan, that was over 2 months ago.” you sigh almost mocking him. “so you have been watching me everytime?” he nodded slightly.

“everytime?” you repeated.

“if i couldn’t watch it live i would save it and watch it when i could,” he confessed. something about the thought of him being so into it he would save it for later made you clench around nothing.

“did you cum too?” you could practically hear him gulp when you leaned down coming face to face with him. he didn’t answer, just attempted to avoid eye contact. “i fucking asked if you came while you watched me?”

“i couldn’t help it,” he stuttered.

“you know you’re fucking disgusting right?” you questioned bringing your hand to his face again rubbing over the red cheek before slapping it again. he hissed this time hips jumping up.

“a disgusting little pervert and you're getting off now aren’t you?” you brought your other hand to hover over his crotch before firmly gripping his length making him curse under his breath.

“you know i should call the police, the dean, file a report, get you kicked out of school at the least.” he nodded below you as you grazed his cheek with one hand and squeezed your other around his length.

“that wouldn’t be as fun though.” you smiled when you lifted a leg to straddle him. his breathing sped up when he felt you rest your warmth fully on his lap. he wanted to buck his hips into you, rut into your fist for some relief.

“i’m going to watch you now, and your little cameras in here are going to record it. then you’re going to save it and send it to me. got it?”

he nodded, his hair bouncing on his forehead before you leaned back, removing your hands from his face and clothed cock. he quickly moved his hands from his side, fiddling with his waistband to pull his cock out.

“nuhuh,” you stopped him. “i didn’t say i was gonna watch you get yourself off, did i?” he shook his head. “you think you deserve to touch yourself after that’s all you’ve been doing when you watch me?”

“i’m not going to let you have the joy of picking a toy, obviously.” you grinned, head tilting. “but what is your favorite? if you’ve been watching me i’m sure you’re familiar with them.” his eyes widen and scan the content in his mind focusing in on certain toys he’s seen you use.

“the purple one.” he says, picturing the small purple wand he had seen you many times and it always left you gushing. you raised an eyebrow, immediately knowing what toy he was talking about. you lifted yourself off of him walking around his chair and down the hall without a word.

he tried to steady his breathing and prepare himself for whatever you had in store. he was also insanely relieved you hadn’t immediately called the police to report him. he heard your door open and shut and your feet pat down the hall and behind him.

he gasped when he felt a cool medal on his right wrist, he turned quickly eyes shaking just as you closed a cuff around his wrist. he just stared as you yanked his other arm over his head and tightened the other cuff around it, securing his hands together before letting his arms fall in front of him and land on his lap.

he’d been cuffed before usually at his own volition or with this guy from his biochem class but that fizzled out a year or more ago. never by a hot girl like you who was about to punish him. you finally stood in front of him, light purple wand in one hand.

“your perverted little mind is probably running a mile a minute.” you were right he wanted to know what you were going to do to him, if his camera was getting all of this.

“stand up.” he tried to as quick as he could but his legs wobbled but he did it. you faced him and grabbed the chain that connected his hands pulling him to the couch where you had been sitting before releasing him and tugging his shorts down in one swift movement. he hissed when his cock made contact with the cool air and slapped the chain that connected his wrists.

“aww aren’t you cute,” you lilted, kneeling in front of him staring at his leaking cock before flicking the head with your finger making him jerk forward. he didn’t have a chance to regain balance before you pushed him back on the couch with a thud. he squirmed on the leather seat cock bobbing between his legs precum beading at the slit.

“you really are a freak,” you smiled, lifting the toy admiring the familiar ridges that left you quivering. you held it beside his own cock admiring aching member. haechan’s cock was what you would call pretty, plush red tip, subtle veining, not too long and just slightly thicker than average. it seemed to hang heavy between his supple thighs.

“why do you like this one?” you ask, tilting your head curiously looking at him from between his legs. he’d dreamt of you between his legs but not while he was handcuffed and you were scolding him, more of you between his legs choking on his cock.

“uh, i, you,” he paused, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. “you, i watched you use it.”

“oh really? of course you have. what haven’t you seen at this point.” you roll your eyes flicking your wrist to tap against his lower stomach with the tip of the toy to bring his attention back to you.

“you, you looked so hot. you always look hot, but you use this one so much,” he whispered. his words made heat pool between your legs. the idea of him watching you cum over and over, none the wiser to his viewing. if you had known you might have been more deliberate with your actions.

“did you like that? did watching me get you all hard?” you cooed bringing your fingers to circle the head of his cock collecting the precum spreading it around. he hummed staring down at the movement between his legs. “i bet you came in your pants like a stupid bitch.” your words were shooting to his cock, twitching when before you flicked the head again making his legs shake.

“i loved it. i love it.” he whimpered.

“how’d you touch yourself?” you cocked a brow at him waiting for his response. you’d never gotten off on dominating someone always preferring to be the one getting dominated, but you could feel your panties dampening with each reaction, sound, and bob of his cock.

“i was at work.” he started licking his lips. “i uh, it wasn’t busy. i went to the employee bathrooms. you were still, you weren’t using it yet. you were sitting here and fingering yourself. your pussy was so wet, i wanted to taste you so bad.” he paused again taking a breath. “put my phone on the sink so i could watch you but then i kept seeing myself in the mirror. watched you and watched myself when i came. came so hard watching you. fucking pussy was so wet you were fucking dripping. wanted to be in you. came so hard and so much, made a mess. got in trouble for being gone for so long but it was worth it.” he finished finally making eye contact with you.

you hoped he didn’t notice how turned on he was making you. the way he spoke about you in such a filthy way. you didn’t see haechan, your obnoxious annoying roommate in front of you, but donghyuck, the loser you met your first year who was awkward and shy and not so secretly harboring a perverted feelings for you.

“you are fucking pathetic.” you raised your voice using the toy that was still in your hand to tap along his clothed stomach and up his chest. he keened when the toy brushed his nipples through the fabric of his sweatshirt.

he knew you knew about how sensitive his nipples were. it was just common knowledge in your circle everyone picked on haechan for it, pinching and tweaking his nipples to make him scream. no one knew that it made his cock hard though, of course now you would know.

“i am,” he confirmed, biting his lip when you laughed at his squirming.

“at least you’re aware.” you paused, dropping the toy in the his lap and bringing your fingers to unzip his sweatshirt. he was glad he didn’t wear anything beneath offering you easy access to his nipples. he whined when your skin finally met his, the teasing touches felt like electricity sparking on his chest.

“i’m so fucking pathetic,” he groaned when you tweaked his nipples, pinching the buds between your soft fingers, nails pressing into the pebbled skin. you laughed tauntingly at him, something about the way he called himself pathetic was so hot.

“i bet you’re glad i caught you, right? you were waiting and hoping for it. this is all your perverted little fantasies coming true. you should be thanking me.” there was spit pooling in his mouth, he felt dumb already, with how you were looking up at him an evil glint in your eyes and a teasing lilt in your tone.

“thank you, fuck.” he paused when you let your hand roam lower, one staying on his left nipple the other tickling lightly over his stomach. “thank you so much.”

you grabbed the toy again pressing the well worn button the sound of vibrations filled the space between you and haechan’s eyes widened. you moved the toy to tap against his nipple making him keen and fold into himself whines sliding up his throat.

“you’re so sensitive,” you coo at his reaction. switching the toy swiftly to the neglected nipple, making him squirm. you could help but laugh at how pathetic he looked squirming in front of you begging to stop but also asking for more his cock was throbbing precum slipping out with each pulse.

“it’s - fuck- ‘s too much,” he mewled pitifully, legs quivering.

“aww sorry, is it too much for you,” you teased lifting the toy from his nipple as he nodded.

“maybe this will help,” you offered, upping the vibrations before bringing the buzzing device between his legs touching the head of his cock. his eyes flew open as he groaned and writhed.

“please, y/n, oh god,” he strained the veins in his neck and lower stomach appearing under his skin.

“please what?” his hands were trying to separate but the chain didn’t let them so he opened and closed his fists tightly fully overwhelmed.

“i’m gonna cum oh god,” he cried, jerking his hips to rub against the buzzing toy.

“we can’t have that, can we,” you teased, pulling the toy away swiftly, making him whimper.

“please.” he sounded like he was sobbing now as his head hung down.

“do you really think it would be that easy?” you asked bringing the still buzzing toy back to his nipples his stomach tensed warm pleasure flooding him again.

“i’m sorry, fuck, so sorry,” he cried, bucking his hips up off the couch. you smirked at him turning up the toy again with a simple click. “please don’t i’ll cum.”

“you’ll cum just from your nipples?” your curiosity might just get the best of you when he nodded weakly.

“no way,” you teased excitedly, eager to see if he was telling the truth. you used your other hand to squeeze and pinch the untouched bud.

“can’t take it,” he whimpered, giving up to the tightening in his stomach so close to letting go.

“cum then, little pervert,” that was all he needed, the degrading name going straight to unravel the knot in his stomach. his hips jerked hot cum spurting out of his cock as you looked on in awe. his body was hot and buzzing, cum painting his chest.

“good boy.” you smiled, pulling the toy away and turning it off dropping it somewhere beside him. you dipped your fingers over his stomach collecting his cum before smearing it on his cheeks. he stuck his tongue out chasing your fingers. you scoffed slapping your sticky hand across his messy cheek.

“fuck,” he whimpered as you stood up in front of him, reaching to pat his head and brush the hair from his face. you didn’t realize how sweaty he had gotten, strands of hair sticking to his skin and his glasses were slightly foggy as he was catching his breath.

“i’m still not done with you. wouldn’t it be so much fun to just leave you sitting here cock out, cum on your chest, and handcuffed. your little camera, wherever it is, to record you.” his eyes went wide, shaking his head furiously.

“no no no what if jaemin or karina come home. no please,” he begged, whimpering up at you.

“then they would point and laugh at you, but you would like that too fucking perv.” you lifted your hands to pull your own shirt over your head seeing the boys’ adam’s apple bob as he made eye contact with your tits.

“fuck me,” he murmured, eyeing the bite marks that littered your chest.

“isn’t it better to see the real thing, in person? not through your shitty camera.” you told him as your own fingers now touched your nipples pulling and tugging at the buds. you felt more excited watching his reaction the way his eyes scanned as you toyed with your tits.

“so much fucking better.” he confirmed but you didn’t really need him to. his hands opened and closed almost trying to reach out for you.

“where is your little camera anyways?” you said turning around looking around the room.

“on the dvd shelf,” he says, hanging his head. you walked over to the shelf looking between dusty cd and dvd cases. “it’s with the old psp games.” he looked back up, gawking at the site of your bare back, marks from someone or multiple someone’s teeth littered your shoulders and neck along with a mark he again assumed was rope burn that went around your shoulders and disappeared at your back.

“aha,” you sounded, finally finding the small camera in the corner of the dark shelf. “as if you weren’t trying to be sneaky.” you laughed waving at the camera. you turned back around to face him but you didn’t move back towards him.

“i’m sorry,” he offered again.

“oh you will be. this camera is going to get the best view of me ruining you,” he groaned in response leaning back against the couch. you stalked back over to him and he looked back up at you.

“i think i’ve decided what else to do with you and you can tell me your color. i know you’re into this but i’m not as much of a perv as you and i value consent.” you brought your hands to your hips as he nodded up at you. “got it?”

“yes. i’m so green right now.”

“umhuh.” you slipped your hands beneath your waistband slipping your shorts down and letting them pool at your ankles. haechan wanted to cry not from anything other than how hot you were like your body was sculpted by michelangelo. the real thing was so much better than the cameras.

“eyes up here hyuck,” the endearing nickname slipping for your mouth and settling somewhere in haechan’s tummy filling him with warmth as he looked back up into your eyes.

“sorry you’re just so pretty,” he gulped.

“i know.” you laughed, stepping forward between his legs. “i don’t think you really deserve any of this for how disgusting you are. but at the same time i think you should stop fantasizing and get the real thing once right?” he nodded harshly, hair bobbing around his face. you brought one leg up, resting a foot on the arm of the couch fully trapping him with your cunt on display. his mouth was watering, your wetness glistening right in front of him he could practically taste you.

“you’re not even listening.” you tutted, bringing your hand between your legs a site he was all too familiar with. you dipped your fingers between your lips collecting an obscene amount of slick with your fingers before pulling them away. you leaned in front of haechan bringing your soaked fingers to shove between his lips. he moaned around your fingers not breaking eye contact as his tongue swirled around your creamy digits.

“this will help you focus, right?” you questioned, he nodded humming around your fingers. you moved your leg again this time bending to settle on his thighs again you could feel the heat radiating off of him as your skin pressed to his. his cock was just a few centimeters from being pressed against your own stomach.

“i’m going to ride you, and you’re going to like it, right?" he nodded, moaning again in response as your fingers fucked into his mouth. “and you’re going to make me cum. but you don’t cum until i say so.” he whimpered but bobbed his head anyway.

“good boy,” you praised, pulling your fingers from his mouth, spit spilling from his lips. you didn’t clean your hand bringing the slippery digits to caress his cheek mixing with his cum.

you leaned over grabbing the toy you had teased him with earlier before slipping off his lap and settling beside him. he watched intently the way you laid back against the opposite arm of the couch and spread your legs just for him. he turned his body fully peering between your legs, cunt glistening and fluttering.

“i didn’t say to move,” you said sternly, bringing a foot to press against his shoulder and push him back into his place before letting your leg drape over his. he neck craned to get the best view of your pussy.

you brought the toy between your legs sliding it over your clit circling the raised nub. you relaxed into the feeling staring at haechan who was staring between your legs, finally getting a front row seat to his favorite show.

“you’re drooling.” you taunt, and he brings his connected hands to wipe at the skin around his mouth just rubbing the spit around rather than removing it.

you turned on the toy, the vibrations immediately overtaking you, the buzz spreading in your lower stomach. you whined pulling your lip between your teeth flicking your wrist pleasure washing over you. you swirled the toy as pressure built in your stomach.

“you’re so fucking hot,” haechan mumbled, glancing up to see your face twist in pleasure. you watched him swipe his tongue over his lips and visibly gulp seeing the cream already dripping from between your legs.

you reached up grabbing his hair and pulled him to you kissing him harshly, it didn’t take him long to collect himself moving his lips against yours. his hands fumbled trying to rest them around you but just tugging against each other. you continued pressing the toy between your legs whimpering against his mouth.

he moaned into you when you slipped your tongue into his mouth. he tasted like those stupid double vanilla yogurt bars he loved so much.

you pulled him away spit connecting your mouths as his tongue lapped up as if reaching for you. you turned off the toy tossing it beside you, gripping his hair tighter and tugging him between your legs.

“use your tongue,” you whispered and he didn’t need another word, tongue sliding over your clit. kitten licking at your most sensitive spot, you tasted better than he could have imagined, still reminiscent of the taste of your panties but double or tripled or whatever.

he leaned in deeper feeling the tug on his scalp as he lapped at your hole feeling it flutter against his wet muscle. his tongue explored every spot it could touch sucking and drinking you up. he couldn’t hear you whining from the wet smacking his mouth was making as he ate you like his final meal.

he felt your hand pull his hair harder and your thighs shiver around his head, squeezing his glasses frame into his cheeks. he recognized the shiver as an indicator you were close so he went harder, suctioning his mouth around your clit and flicking his tongue over the bud. he was grinding down against the couch awkwardly cock already hard again grunting into your cunt.

your eyes rolled back as you came against his face, hips bucking, riding out your orgasm. he didn’t stop until you physically pulled him away, chin shiny and lips pulled in a shy smile.

“you taste so fucking good,” he looked up at you, leaning in again to lick one more long strip collecting as much slick as he could. you let go of his hair laying back to catch your breath and he stayed between your legs.

suddenly realizing how badly his wrists hurt pressed into the couch awkwardly beneath him. he sat up, eyes not leaving you, wanting so desperately to grab your hips and fuck his cock into your cunt.

finally opening your eyes looking up at him, heat in your cheeks and his hair was disheveled, glasses slipping down his nose. he was licking over his lips swiping his sleeve over his chin.

you sat back up and straddled him again before lifting up to your knees bringing a hand between the both of you grabbing his length and pressing it to your slippery entrance.

“holy fuck,” haechan groaned, staring down watching his cock slide between your folds. he could cum again just from this but he was determined to feel you wrapped around him. he felt dizzy with each swirl of your hips, your clit was swollen and puffy against his plush head.

“i’ve barely done anything,” you laughed, hearing him let out a strangled gasp when you sat down in one fluid motion. you sighed feeling so full all at once and his cock was so perfect filling you up completely.

“you’re fucking, holy shit, y/n.” he whined, hands grabbing for you but the chain stopping him from being able to hold your skin. he was squirming beneath you head shaking back and forth eyes closed, lashes fluttering on his cheeks. “fucking tight.”

“i know, hyuck,” you said, squeezing around him using it as punctuation. you lifted your hips finally moving, letting his cock slide inside of you perfectly. he looked a mess in front of you sweat trailing down his exposed chest and hair scruffy.

your hands slide under his sleeves pushing them down before gripping his shoulders using him for leverage bringing your hips up before slamming back down. his breath was hot and heavy as he leaned up and nuzzled into your chest. his tongue hung out of his mouth like a puppy panting and begging.

releasing one of his shoulders you reached between you both, yanking the chain that connected his hands pulling on it to lift his hands above his head and push them against the wall pressing into his chest. he looked up at you needy and desperate fists clenching in the air.

“keep them up,” you commanded, and he could only nod up at you, keeping his arms in place over his hand. this gave you more room to swivel your hips above him.

“good boy, you feel so good, hyuckie,” you mewled, grinding down on him, clit pressing into his hips. he whimpered at the nickname head lulling back into your chest with a cry. his tongue stuck out again leaving wet strips against your skin he was murmuring against you but you couldn’t tell what he was saying.

his hips were thrusting upwards, meeting your every move. his hands felt heavy above his head and he urged, to bring them around you trapping you against him but he wasn’t going to break another rule.

“feel so good. wanna fuck you,” he mouthed against your breast tongue searching for your nipple.

“you are fucking me,” you breathed, threading a hand through his hair, the head of his cock pressing perfectly deep inside of you.

“no i- i know,” he paused, slurping lewdly sucking your nipple into his mouth making you gasp. “i want to fuck you.” he repeated his words came out garbled as his tongue swirled around the bud. he looked up at you mischievously batting his lashes.

“i’m not uncuffing you if that's what you think.” you said sternly gripping his locks and pulling his head from your chest to look down at him while your hips were bucking erratically on top of him.

“hurts.”

“good,” you replied with a smile that was quickly replaced with an open mouthed gasp and a tighter grip on his hair. he thrusted up into you, filling you to the brim, your walls squeezing his cock.

“can i please? been fucking dreaming of your cunt.” he leaned back resting his arms on his head for some relief. “i mean literally,” he paused with a groan eyes moving down from your sticky chest to his cock disappearing into your cunt. “having wet fucking dreams like a loser.”

“you are a loser and a filthy pervert. dreaming about your roommate who you’ve been peeping on it’s fucking disgusting.” he reeled at your words shooting to his cock, squeezing his eyes together fending off the urge to release hot cum inside your tight hole like he had dreamed.

“tell me your dream.” his eyes opened glazed over with lust and desire looking at you, cheeks red and glasses fully fogged hiding the dilation of his pupils.

“had you, in my bed.” he paused when you rocked particularly hard against him. “laid down all pretty. fucking sexy, was fucking you so good. you kept crying and crying and wanting more. shit- fucked my cum into your cunt.” his words went straight between your legs stomach tightening as you clenched around his cock before you brought your fingers from his hair to his chest and already to his abused nipples.

“fuck oh my god you’re gonna make me cum,” he cried hands falling from his head to push against your stomach trying to stop you.

“you gonna fuck your cum into my cunt?” you teased feeling your own orgasm rushing towards you. he nodded squirming at the feeling doing everything he could to stop himself. but your warm tight heat was sucking him in like a vice, he wanted so badly to bend you over ass up and fuck his cum deep into your cunt until you were full and dripping.

“then do it,” you demanded. he stared at you as if asking for permission eyes glinting up at you with need when you nodded back at him. he wasted no time, his arms moved up and over you trapping you against his sweaty chest, hands splaying over your back and moving down to try and grip at your ass, as his hips sped up beneath you. the new angle allowing him to fill you up deeper, cock hitting you perfectly. skin smacking together moaning in unison as he pounded into you.

“i’m gonna cum, hyuck,” you whined, eyes closed as he stared up at you with determination.

“cum on my cock, fuck. gonna fill you up,” he groaned, his tongue licked against your chest again driving you over the edge with a cry and shaking legs.

“holy shit,” you mewled, letting the pleasure overtake you, grinding down on his hips in return.

“fuck you’re so fucking tight,” he whined, suddenly you not only wanted him to cum but you needed him to. bringing your fingers from his shoulders to tap your fingers down his chest and pinch at his nipples.

“fuck, y/n,” hot breath hitting your neck as he groaned. you were dancing on the edge of over sensitivity.

“cum for me, fill my cunt up, please hyuckie,” you whined, he responded with a moan and jerk of his hips letting his hot cum shoot deep inside of you.

he continued thrusting into you looking down at the white ring forming around the base of his cock as you tried to push at his hips to stop him but he had you pressed against himself.

“don’t wanna fucking stop, shit,” he groaned as his hips finally slowed the overstimulation spreading down his own body making his toes curl and legs shake.

you fell against him, head tucking into his neck as you caught your breath. his hands smoothed over your back relaxing you.

“gimme your hands,” you finally said breaking the silence and he lifted his arms from around you bringing them between you both.

“you take the cameras down tomorrow,” you said sternly and he nodded. you grabbed his hands pressing a button on one cuff to unlock it before doing the other. once his hands were free he brought them back around you, grabbing your ass like he had been wishing to do before lifting you up.

“shh, let me,” he answered before you could protest. he laid you back against the couch before pulling out staring between your legs watching his cum slide out. he leaned down face to face with your cunt again. his fingers spreading your pussy as he leaned in to lap his own cum from your cunt. you gawked at him watching him lewdly slurp your pussy collecting every drop of your combined juices.

“you really are disgusting,” he just smirked up at you from between your legs. not moving as he let his tongue roam your cunt again.

“nope,” you said pushing a hand against his head already feeling overstimulated. but he didn’t really care you tasted so good and looked so good from where he sat.

“hyuck, ‘m sensitive,” you whimpered, protests going unnoticed as you squirmed and pulled on his hair.

“just taste so good,” he mumbled, hands reaching to grab your thighs he so desperately wanted to grip earlier. he felt unrestricted this time hands kneading your skin feeling the goosebumps rise.

“too much,” you whined when he suckled your clit into his mouth. he tried to hold back a smile peaking up at you through his frames, eyes shut tight, lip pulled between your teeth, pretty face twisted in pleasure.

he couldn’t get enough lapping at your hole still tasting himself mixing with you. just reaffirming that he had really fucked you it wasn’t some fever dream. he fucked you and made you cum twice and came in your pretty pussy.

“so fucking good. just stay still,” he groaned into you vibrating against your cunt making your legs shake around him.

“so hard, ‘s too much, hyuck,” you whimpered, your other hand had moved up to grip your breast while the other stayed pulling at his locks.

“just one more, baby,” he smiled, leaning back to admire the way your cunt was gushing all over again before settling back placing kisses over your lips and clit. he moved one of the hands holding you down rest just above the action where he was fucking his tongue into you. his fingers swirled over your clit making you whine.

“sound so pretty. even better in person,” he chuckled, the pleasure was bubbling in your stomach all over again.

he watched you shiver knowing you were close he moved his fingers and suctioned his mouth around your clit flicking his tongue over the swollen bud listening to your whine and whimper was music to his ears.

“cum,” he said releasing for a moment before diving back between your legs slurping at your cunt. you couldn’t hold it back legs shivering around his face again, crying into your palm as you came.

“good girl,” he said between licks, he finally pulled away when the tugging on his hair got to be too much. you laid there catching your breath staring up at the ceiling.

“you’re pussy is like the most perfect creation, swear to god,” he said rather seriously taking you from your empty day dream to look over at him admiring the space between your legs. he glanced up at you making quick eye contact before watching your still fluttering hole. your head felt full and foggy but also empty and numb.

“would you sit on my face.”

“no more,” you said sitting up to push him off.

“maybe like tomorrow,” he asked with a smirk.

“shut up,” you groaned moving your legs from around him and rolling off the couch. wobbling on your feet he lifted a hand to slap your ass playfully, you whined cuffs in one hand and toy in the other before walking down the hall. he watched you patter to your room listening for the door.

“wanna play more zelda,” he called when he got off the couch, legs equally as shaky.

“yeah in like thirty minutes,” you called back making him smile.

before long you were both back together on the couch, cleaned up and somewhat put together sitting beside each other sharing his double vanilla yogurt ice cream and bickering back and forth about the gameplay.

“can i put one in your room?” haechan asked when the conversation had lulled. you sat up staring daggers into him.

“have you learned nothing?”

“if i say no will you do that again?” he smirked over at you.

“god you really are sick in the head.”

“i love it when you’re mean to me,” he said, tilting his head to tease you.

“probably a little too much don’t you think?” you asked, rolling your eyes and leaning back.

“a normal amount for a perverted fuck like me,” you laughed at him eyes drifting back to the screen when he unpaused and started to play again. the room was somewhat quiet until he offered you tips and tried to tell you what he was doing in the game.

your mind was drifting similarly to the way his did earlier. the idea of having him watch you but knowing this time was arousing all over again. you thought to the camera that was still in the room that had recorded the two of you fucking not even an hour earlier. you wondered what it would be like if there was a camera in his room that you could watch. catching him jerking off at his desk or humping his pillow or having a wet dream about god knows what.

“you can put one in my room but only if i get to put one in your room,” his jaw dropped, not expecting you to agree and add delicious stipulations.

“are you fucking serious,” he said, as link fell from a sky island to his death.

“yes, but don’t be weird about it. we’re not making this weird,” you said gesturing between the two of you and whatever this relationship was. “also no watching if there’s someone else involved.”

“deal,” he raised his hand for a shake of agreement, he tried to seem casual but his mind was running a marathon at all the prospects.

“since you’re being so generous, will you tell me who’s been eating my ice cream?” he said tipping the popsicle stick to you, you laughed over at him.

“shotaro.” you responded with a glint in your eyes.

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yongislong · 1 year

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clingy partner + dreamies.

genre: fluff, nonidol!dreamies with a clingy partner and vice versa... ish?

note: tysm anon! im sorry this took so long, i've been so busy TT not proofread pls... b kind </3 lol

mark... would actually melt. likes being adored in a way thats different from the usual praise and skinship he receives from the people around him. he gives you a certain ability to be able to be clingy in ways others can't if that makes sense? doesn't have a preference on when you're clingy with him, he just loves that you hang onto him constantly. always encourages you to love up on him, especially if people make backhanded comments and he sees you slowly pulling away?? he hates that sm! would honestly want his own space sometimes because he's always busy, but never ever makes you feel like you're a burden or a chore

renjun... i don't know if he would like it too much! everyone adores him all the time and yes having a partner is different than him hanging out with the neos but i honestly think he just likes everything to be private and pretty basic. that's not to say he doesn't like you being clingy or won't be clingy to you back, he just prefers to have you in private. likes it when he senses you need him and he feels very wanted in a sense that you always seem to want to touch him and follow him around. usually doesn't mind it because you're not invasive about it. sets healthy boundaries though!

jeno... loves it. oh my god i feel like he would want a clingy parter. he's on the quieter side so someone to just sit with him and wrap themselves around him like a koala while he just goes on about his day just, sounds so nice and appealing?? loves it when you follow him around like a lost kitten... he pats you on the head as a reward each time, v wholesome overall! especially likes you being clingy in public because he lives and breathes to show you off like UGH and when you're not afraid to show the world how obsessed with him you are??? ugh! you sitting on his lap while he games?? feels as though he won at life

haechan... oh my god, its so hard to be clingy with him because he's already so clingy with you. he reminds me of those high school and university boys who like tease you sm but are always so sweet and look like a puppy and you can't help but... adore them?! and he thinks if you the same way. honestly if you're usually really clingy, he adores it regardless and you both are in your own lovey little world 90% of the time BUUT if you usually aren't and start being clingy with him out of the blue, oh he will never let you live it down

jaemin... takes it as an opportunity to baby you to the max!! if he had a partner i think, since his moods vary sm and he's more of an ambivert, he would want to gauge how clingy and lovey he would be to his partner whenever he would get into those moods, so when he sees you being clingy, he takes that as an open to be doting to you and he also finds himself getting into a cutesy mindset?? as well? really enjoys you in general and he's a pretty touchy person himself and i think he would especially be a fond of clinginess if he is in love with someone the way he loves you. a cuddler for sure

chenle... one of his favorite things about you hehe. likes to feel like a big man yknow, i've said this before LOL but its true!! i will say though he seems to me like the type of person who likes his alone time and personal space but does allow you to cling to him because... its YOU! and he has a very soft spot for you. but also, like renjun, makes it a point to communicate when he wants his own space. and he is very good at not making you feel bad about it, just offers different alternatives so he doesn't get like... overstimulated

jisung... is used to people being lovable and adoring but... this is so different like, you want to pepper his face with KISSES??? oh my gosh. doesn't mind you being clingy but never knows how to handle it especially in the beginning of you guys dating. learns your clingy habits and comes to adore the way you treat him when you lean towards a more doting mood like UGHHH and if you're shorter than him?? and he just looks down at you while you smile lovingly with your arms wrapped around him GAHHH. likes back hugs from you when you're extra clingy. he is obsessed with you and slowly becomes equally as clingy

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yutafrita · 1 year

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[2:22pm]

Pairing: Jaemin x Reader Genre: College au, fluff Word Count: 915 A/N: Didn't proofread too much pls forgive any typos </3

Jaemin had tried to avoid professor Kwon’s spring semester sociology class for three years.

Each Fall semester he would end up taking other, more necessary courses, and every spring he would take every class that wasn’t sociology. He has heard about her Valentine’s Day assignment his first year at the university, and since then had worked to avoid that requirement as much as possible.

However, she was the only professor for the course those in his major could take, so he was stuck being one of the only two seniors in the class made for freshman.

You, like Jaemin, had also avoided Professor Kwon. Unlike Jaemin though, it wasn’t just because of her Valentine’s Day assignment- it was the annoying class project she would have her class do in the midst of it all.

"All right folks- my older students know exactly what time it is," Professor Kwon cheered as the rest of the class groaned. The first month of class had fairly simple assignments- stand backwards in an elevator, order dinner dessert first, and write out your thoughts. However, the Valentine's Day assignment was different.

"All right, so, who will you be romantically pursuing?" you asked, popping open your notebook.

Jaemin avoided your eyes. You were always the prettiest person sitting at the front of his class. You were always quick to help any of your fellow peers. You had a laugh that reminded him of a soft bell when you were being polite, and a booming laugh he couldn't help but smile at whenever you let it slip.

"So I guess you don't know yet," you let that polite laugh go. "I'm not interested in anyone, so I guess I'll do a proposal to my friends to have a game night."

"Game night?" Jaemin tilted his head curiously.

"Oh, yeah. My friends and I play board games every few weeks."

A lightbulb went off above his head then, "I'll do that too. I'll propose joining your board game group- I wouldn't have to actually join," he quickly added the last part, his eyes again avoiding yours.

"Hm, are you sure there's no one you want to ask on a date?" this surprised you. Jaemin was hot- like, stupid hot. You and all of your friends followed his instagram and would swoon over all of the artistic photos he would post mixed in with photos of himself. He usually sat in the back of the class, which you typically appreciated. You feared sitting next to him would legitimately distract you from your coursework.

"Oh, you must be dating someone," you figured out loud.

Jaemin's eyes went wide, and he shook his head. "No I just... I don't want to do something alone."

So, for two weeks every afternoon you two began to meet in a private study room in the library. Markers, pens, and lots of glitter.

"So, what board games do you guys play?" Jaemin asked, his sweater taken off and exposing the simple white t-shirt he wore underneath.

"Um... some like... geeky stuff I don't want to bore you with the details," you spoke quickly. This was true, when you weren't all going through a dungeons and dragons campaign, you were playing different highly intensive tabletop games.

"I like details," and when you looked up from the plasterboard you were working on, you saw his bright smile aimed towards you. He paused his half of the work to sit cross legged on the table, listening to you fully talk about your favorite board games.

"Y'know... if you wanted to actually join one of our game nights, you can," you offered the night before your planned proposal. He waved this off, saying he wouldn't be good and slow everyone down- you had sort of figured this excuse of his.

"How about... a practice round?" you brought out the competitive, card-drive engine-builder with the wrapping on top. You had changed your Valentine's Day proposal under Jaemin's nose- for a week you frankly were just doing other assignments in the room helping Jaemin with his own plans.

Although, it was becoming obvious to you that he too was just making up things to do as an excuse to around you.

You had wrapped the board game up in different pages of different books you and Jaemin had spoken over these past two weeks. To be honest, you two had spoken a lot, and thanks to Professor Kwon, you'd be speaking a whole lot more.

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yutaabyss · 2 years

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Helloooo I’ve recently found your blog and I wanted to try making a request :D maybe you could write some cute fluffy sexy times with jaemin? Maybe an stablished relationship on a Saturday night with giggles and playful naughty touches and a lot of boobie worship if that’s okay 🙏

thank you for requesting!! i really hope you like what i wrote for you and pls feel free to request again!

requested/ “can we stop playing?”

characters: jaemin x female!reader

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: nipple play, unprotected sex

author’s note: im glad someone finally requested a soft jaemin moment

“My baby!” Jaemin barged through the front door, almost tackling you to the floor as he engulfed you in a hug. He had just gotten back from visiting his family for a week but for the both of you, it felt more like a year apart. “I missed you so much,” you nuzzled your head into his chest. “I missed you more my baby,” he pulled back to look at your face. “Hmm, I missed your lips too,” he broke out in a smile as you got shy. “Jaemin, stop,” you always got nervous when he flirted. It didn’t matter how long you’d been together, his constant teasing always sent butterflies soaring through your tummy. “What? Just saying,” he pinched your cheek gently before moving to put his bags in your room. “So, what’s the plan for our Saturday night extravaganza,” he emphasized the last word, making you chuckle. “Can we just watch a drama and cuddle?” you asked sweetly. “Ah, I thought you’d never ask,” he joked with you, interlocking your fingers as he walked back to the living room.

The both of you got comfortable on the sofa as you started watching a drama. Jaemin’s hand ran up and down your thigh under the warm blanket. At first, it wasn’t anything different than normal; most times you were with Jaemin he always had a hand on you, but his hand kept creeping higher and higher until he finally stopped right at before your center. “Na Jaemin, what are you doing?” you looked over at him, his eyes glued to the tv screen. “Hmm?” he looked at you innocently. “Your hand,” you gestured toward where it lay on your leg, moving the blanket back. “Need it higher?” he walked his fingers to the fabric of your shorts. “Jaemin!” you grabbed his hand. “What?” a smile grew on his soft face. “You’re a little pervert,” you smiled back at him. Jaemin gasped, hand slapping over his heart, “I can’t believe you think that way about me Y/N,” he couldn’t contain his smile. “Drama queen,” you scuffed at him. Suddenly, he jumped on you, pushing you onto your back, fingers going to tickle your sides. “Na Jaemin!” you tried moving away from him, gasping for air as you laughed hard. “Stop it you brat,” you pushed at his hands. “Huh? What was that?” he refused to let up so easy. “Please,” you could hardly get the words out. “Say ‘Jaemin is not a pervert’,” you grabbed onto his hands, to no avail, “but then I’d be a liar,” you reasoned. His hands stopped for a moment, “then suffer the consequences,” his attack began again. “Wait!” you yelled frantically. “Nope, you had your chance,” he laughed along with you. You squirmed more, Jaemin shifting with your every move, eventually falling off the cushions. “Fuck,” you squelled as you slid down on the floor. “Baby, I’m sorry,” Jaemin laughed harder as you lay on the ground. “You should have just said what I told you,” he helped you off the floor. “Shut up,” you shoved him gently once you got up. He wrapped you in his arms, lifting you slightly off the floor so your face was closer to his own. “Never,” he kissed your nose. Your eyes gleamed as your looked into his deep brown orbs, “what?” his smirk sent warmth through your body. “Wanna take a shower with me?” Na Jaemin would never miss this opportunity.

You ran down the hallway as Jaemin followed after you. Before you could turn around, Jaemin snatched you into his chest. His lips attacked the sides of your face and neck, “Jaemin,” you laughed “come on,” you placed your hands over his clasped ones thet lay across your stomach. “Okay, okay,” he whined, his lips forming into a pretty smile.

“Don’t try anything,” you looked at him sternly. You lifted your shirt over your head; Jaemin’s eyes scanned over the expanse of your chest, soaking in the sight of your nipples, biting back the urge to definitley try something. “You’re so pretty,” you looked back over at him, butterflies erupting inside, “thank you.” “Can I help you with those?” he nodded toward your sweatpants. “I think I can manage,” you looked at him knowingly as you slid the fabric down your legs. Jaemin’s stare was practically burning into you as he watched you undress completely. He was so busy analyzing your every move he’d forgotten to take any of his clothes off. You started the water, waiting for it to heat up, “so, are you going to shower in your clothes tonight?” He laughed at you, “right,” his hands worked to take all his clothes off.

The water was warm, steam filling up the small bathroom and fogging all the glass. “I can’t stop staring at you,” he hummed as he pulled you back into him. “I’ve noticed,” you giggled, reaching for the soap. “Let me help you,” his voice was deep right next to your ear. “Fine,” you finally gave in to his antics. Jaemin massaged soap into your skin, starting at your shoulders and working down your back - moving your hair to your other shoulder as he went along. One hand rested on your hip as the other got lost filling your soft, warm skin under it. “Can I rinse yet?” your voice came out quieter then you intended. “Yeah,” he removed his hands so you could turn around, your back toward the water now. He repeated his earlier actions on the front of your body, your eyes following the way his hands rubbed the creamy substance on your stomach and breasts. “Jaemin,” you called his name. “Hmm,” he was distracted by the way his hands looked on your body. “That’s a lot of soap,” you smiled at him as he came to a realization that it indeed was a lot of soap. “Sorry,” he laughed. “Let me help you with that,” he playfully splashed water all over you, some of it going in your face. “You brat,” you gasped. Jaemin just smiled, your expression too cute for him to react any differently, “oops.”

It was almost midnight by the time you both got done showering, the house dark as you walked to your room. “Now what?” Jaemin stepped up behind you again, his front pressed into your back, fingers grazing your shoulder. “Hmm, what do you want to do?” you fell further into his gentle touch. He chuckled, lips kissing your cheek as he hugged you from behind. “Let’s cuddle,” he whispered in your ear. You climbed under the blankers, moving into his warm side so he could wrap you in his arms again. You gazed into his welcoming eyes as he cradled you in his chest. “I love you Jaemin,” your eyes sparkled under the warm lights of the room. “I love you too baby,” he kissed your forehead. The moment was sweet, Jaemin’s fingers dancing up your side until they went under your oversized tshirt. He flattened his hand, caressing your freshly clean skin in soothing motions. It was comforting, you hardly noticed when his hand met your boob. Jaemin pinched your nipple, a moan falling from your lips as your pressed into him, “Jaemin,” you whined at him. “What?” he played innocent. “Can we stop playing?” you were over the playfulness of the night. He just smiled, shifting his body over yours as he pulled your shirt over your head. He kissed down your throat, sucking and biting marks into your flesh as he went along. You ran your fingers through his soft black hair, eyes closing in bliss when his lips met your perked nipples. His tongue swirled around each bud teasingly before he sucked one into his mouth, his hand gripping you and pushing you into his face. “I could do this all night baby,” he moved to the other boob. He licked strips up and down over your buds, flicking his tongue over them, then moving to sucking on the skin of your breasts, the cold air hit your now wet nipples. He reached his hand up to play with your other boob, pinching your nipple as he slipped the other back into his mouth. Your legs fell open, his body laying down inbetween them. You pressed your legs against his sides and pulled his head up from your chest. “Jaemin, please fuck me,” your eyes were heavy.

Jaemin sat up to rid his body of his clothes and then remove your shorts. He rubbed your legs before he pushed them open, leaving open mouth kisses up your thighs. “I missed every part of you,” his voice made your back arch subtly, the deepness of it making you wetter. He came back up to your face, his lips tempting you further, your tongue swiping over your own as you waited for him to kiss you. “Everything about you is so pretty,” his eyes glued to your lips as he spoke. You rest your hand on his cheek, “I love you.” Jaemin leaned in, nipping your bottom lip softly, licking over the reddened skin. “Jaemin just kiss me,” you whined at his teasing. Jaemin just laughed, moving his lips against yours in slow motions, lips parting with yours. His naked hips dropped into yours. “Shit,” he whispered. He ran his hand over your hip, moving to your leg so he could move it open more. With his other hand, he guided his hardened dick over your wetness, running in it up and down your folds before putting it in. His fingers pressed hard into your hips, leaving one to hold your hand instead. Your clasped hands rest next to your head on the pillow. He thrust gently into you, you both stared into eachothers eyes as he did it a little harder. “Jaemin,” you gasped out. “That’s it baby,” he cooed at you as he started a constant pace. You could feel every inch of him deep inside of you, your walls clenching around him. “Touch me,” you guided his hand that rest in yours toward your clit. He visibly swallowed, trying to gain some form of composure. Everything you did made him twitch in you. His long fingers rubbed circles on your clit, making you moan out. “Right there Jaemin.” His abs clenched as he focused on not cumming yet. “Feels good baby?” he practically moaned every word. “S-so good,” your legs wrapped around his waist. He thrust a little faster as he neared his end, “almost there baby.” “Jaem-” your words stopped as he hit your gspot over and over again causing you to cum on his cock. “Fuck,” he pulled out, covering your stomach in his cum. Your pussy throbbed, the way his face contorted as he released making you weak. He kissed the sides of your lips lovingly before getting up to get something to clean you up with.

Jaemin welcomed you back into his arms, pulling the sheets over your bodies. “Goodnight baby,” he said quietly. “Goodnight Jaemin.”

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talktonana · 2 years

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HYBRIDS. 🤤🤤🤤

no but as someone who’s hypersexual, having bunny!jaemin all to myself is literally my DREAM. that’s what i think of when i think of heaven.

i’m no dom by any means but i would treat my little bunny baby so good 🥺 want us both covered in slick by the end of the week

bestie it's my dream too ✋😩 like same, i'm no dom but imagine how needy and clingy (he's already that) but i bet he's gonna be like 10x more needy and clingy as a bunny hybrid. he sees you as like a mommy (not the mother figure kind, the owner kind) and he'd be too scared to touch himself on his own because what if you get mad?

he'd sit on the edge of the sofa waiting for you to come back home so that he could beg you to help him get off, clinging to your sleeves when you complained you were tired. eventually you give in and because of his high sex drive you'd be skipping work for a few days.

AAAAAA I NEED BUNNY HYBRID JAEMIN PLS 😩

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onlyjaeyun · 3 months

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hey my love <3

i don't remember if i sent an ask already today bc i read the chapter first thing after waking up (i did this yesterday too that's why there were 2 asks) so im sorry if you see two again😅

and yass he admitted it !!!! i knew it (and i bet everyone did bc i don't think you wanted to hide it in the prev chap) but i didn't expect him to admit it like that🤭

but his excuses were shit tho🤨 like no one believes you hoonie (or at least i don't)

i feel like even though yn did something bad (according to hoon i mean) that broke their friendship, he still couldn't help the care he has for her bc its rooted deep in his heart (even if he refuses to acknowledge or admit it to himself). and since he IS actually a decent human being who is only mean to yn bc of what she did (again, acc to sunghoon) he went and beat up jaemin. bcuz if you used to be close to someone, no matter how much you hate them there's still at least a tiny part of your heart that still cares abt them bc there's just no way you'll be able to completely not care or stay indifferent if smth bad happens to them if you've ever loved them truly (i mean this for platonic love too, speaking from experience 😌)

this makes me even more excited abt their relationship like i can imagine him being fiercely protective of her 🫣 and when they finally have sex without the hatred 🥴 knowing you, i can already predict my state upon reading that in the future:

_____________________ | | | RIP | | | | here lies | | | | selene | | | | dod: the day zadie posts | | ch!ynhoon making love | | | _____________________

(that was highly unnecesary and extra of me, but i am not embarrassed😌)

anw here's your daily dose of love🫶🏻: my amazing sweet talented angel baby i hope you had a good night's sleep (and a good day today too bc you're prolly reading this at night i think?) bc your health is very important <3 go to sleep with a happy mind my love

sweet dreams x

🌕

aaaah selene my moon baby 🥺🤍pls dont ever be sorry about sending multiple asks, i genuinely appreciate them all and the fact you take time out of your day to send me this means the world to me so thank you

i think at this point i made it quite obvious but i still wanted to give you guys the satisfaction of having him confirm it himself 🤭

i love love love your theory so so much and i think ive already saidnit once before (i cant remember tbh) that there's a misunderstanding on both sides so this is definitely possible but who knows 🤭

honestly i cant wait for the big reveal but we've still got a loooong way to go so buckle up and be ready for the angst baby 🤭🤍

thank you so, so much for your heartwarming words. you never fail to make me feel loved and appreciated and it honestly is smth i wont ever take for granted. i hope you have great day and know how loved you are. sending you such a big kiss rn 🥺💞🫧

#; mailbox 📬#; cold hearts

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

PART 11 / 25. PART 12 LINK.

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areum locked in jeno’s room really haven’t helped the situation, trapped in her lover’s room who is no longer with her. the young woman staying in the curled up ball on the bed, taking in jeno’s last scent on the bedsheets, pillows and duvet. it’s ridiculous how many things remind her of jeno right now.

the bed they have shared slept on, the time areum snuck in to get information but extremely half failed and half succeeded. waking up to jeno’s muscular back every morning when she was his secretary.

the door knob opening to reveal a man standing still, watching areum with full attention on her as he approached forward, closing the door again tightly. areum turns around so jaemin was facing the back and not her face anymore. he sits on the edge of the bed head hung low, biting the inner cheeks.

areum’s cries increased even more when facing jaemin like this. she knows how bad it must be for the boy, not only has he lost nayoung his life saviour and girlfriend, he now has lost his brother figure, best friend and life saviour. she was crying on jaemin’s behalf because knowing jaemin, he is holding back from his own emotions.

the man is most likely checking up on areum than himself, he is rather more worried about someone else than his own well being.

“areum…can you please look at me?” the deep voice finally broke the silence, areum shaking the head as she stayed still not sparing a single glance. jaemin patiently looks away, gathering something from within his pocket.

something he found in areum’s own house, that needs to be addressed.

jaemin pulling his hand forward dropping the long length stick. “are you pregnant?” areum never felt a hard choking sob come out in response, she can’t believe she’s pregnant and jeno isn’t here to know. jaemin saw areum finally turn around facing him, Red nose, rosey cheeks, swollen eyes from the harsh crying.

he grips the test tightly. “areum, are you?” he asked again, he needs reassurance at least. areum deeply inhales, “i am.”

somehow this situation kept getting worse and worse in jaemin’s head. he doesn’t hate that areum is pregnant, he dislikes how badly it’s been introduced to him. the child won’t be able to know who his own father is and jaemin wasn’t happy about that. areum was met with jaemin standing up, bowing in front of areum in a ball shape.

she sits up watching jaemin half confused, then realised why he’s done this. jaemin let out a tiny sob, hitting the ground a few times. areum pursing a blank expression with curved eyes. he was hiding himself from showing emotions, he knew that he has to. if a leader shows a sign of weakness no one will feel safe and reassured about this damn war.

“i’m sorry areum..I’m really sorry, i couldn’t protect him.”

jaemin wondered how could jeno live and deal with this? not show a doubt, fear, sadness and angry? jaemin isn’t built for this. areum crawls on the floor in front of the crying boy, lifting jaemin up to face her.

hands curling on his jawline as she brings herself to hug the man, jaemin sinking into her neck with the wet tears pouring out. areum tightly embracing jaemin as well crying together. “don’t apologise, don’t…it’s not your fault, jaemin.”

these words she told him were something the brain believed but the heart did not. jaemin’s heart will always be indulged in the horrible guilt he is feeling.

areum sighs out with a sniffle. “let’s avenge jeno, jaemin.”

he pulls away from areum facing the woman who has a serious and cold expression. she wishes to destroy nakamoto yuta. hands held areum’s tightly, jaemin looking at areum back. “i don’t want you involved anymore areum.”

“i need to avenge him.” areum protested forward tightly squeezing jaemin’s hands. “i need to do something to feel at peace with his death…jaemin please. let me be.”

his teeth tremble as his lips went dry. seeing the desperation on areum to feel closure and clarity, it’s as if she won’t feel at peace if yuta is thriving. jaemin shaking his head at the woman. “you’re pregnant areum..it’s dangerous.”

she looks down hearing the words. “please.” nothing more came out of jaemin as he stood up, pulling areum softly back on her feet with him. she was then brought into a tight hug, jaemin holding areum’s head into his chest. “i promise to do it for you, i’ll avenge him.”

areum slowly nods, but was she going to let jaemin have all the fun? no, she wants to make yuta suffer as much as he’s making everyone else.

the door opens in ajar position, revealing a shy tall younger boy with a tan man next to him with the most annoyed expression.

areum and jaemin pull away looking the same way to the door, her eyes widening and lips dropping. “jisung-ah.”

jisung was quick to run towards areum tightly hugging her, seeing his sister all flushed and in pain emotionally wasn’t something he wants her to feel like. haechan standing in the doorframe hiding the tears he was streaming down earlier, he wouldn’t want to show that he cried like a little bitch.

“noona I’m so sorry, i-” jisung’s face was clasped by areum’s hands tightly as she sternly spoke. “don’t apologise, you’re not at fault. what are you doing here by the way?”

jisung first pulls away looking at jaemin the man next to them. “jaemin hyung saved me from the gang intruding our home.”

areum wide gapes forward. “are you okay? not hurt?” jisung nods. haechan coming closer as jaemin sighs. “he will stay here with you at all costs.”

“yeah but please make him understand that we don’t have consoles and games for him to play, does he think we are some magical willy wonker factory?” haechan grumbles, jisung glaring down at the shorter older male.

jaemin and areum shaking heads in unison. jisung rolling his eyes, “willy wonker is a chocolate factory dumbass.”

“yah, I’m older than you. how dare you cuss me out.” haechan scolds forward, jisung looking down at the boy again. Haechan was first to look away, glancing to areum. “can you tell him not to look at me at a 90° angle, I feel like I’m the one being shouted at.”

Haechan loudly exclaims his gasps, as the woman in front of him explained the situation. jisung’s lips fell from his face, or that’s how he felt, his face going pale by the news.

“you’re pregnant?” haechan approaching his best friend, looking at the stomach area. “yah, don’t play around. areum-” areum sighs out, “I’m not playing, I’m serious!”

the abrupt shouting from areum made haechan flinch into silence, immediately shutting up. “okay sorry! i just, are you okay?” somehow hyuck is being extremely cautious with this news, areum looking down with her hands locked over the other.

thumb caressing the jean fabric with hanging depressed lips. haechan mentally cursed himself, he never knew areum was hurting more than he thought. his body sits next to areum again, areum immediately resting the forehead on his shoulder as the sobs reconfigured once again.

haechan inhaling a shaky breathe, patting areum comfortingly. jisung lightly comforting his older sister as well, though he lets the older male do what he needed to do.

“noona it will be okay, we are here for you.” jisung mutters words of encouragement. areum humming lightly, sobs stopping for now but knowing the future with a predicament, those tears will happen again.

“jisung’s right, you have everyone behind you. jeno would want you under our care and respect.” haechan trails with honesty, areum lifting her head up, jisung lapping his hands interlocking them with areum.

footsteps echoing, renjun with a tray of two full tea cups was seen. renjun carefully lifting one cup to areum, the woman took the unexpected gesture without a complaint. “this tea is good for pregnancy, i hope you know that I’m under your service.” renjun said, bowing his head to the woman. jisung took the second tea, drinking it.

the moment the bitter liquor hit the back of his throat and sensitive tastebuds on the scorching warmth, he choked slightly putting the tea back down. renjun eyeing the younger boy with eyebrow raised, “not a fan?”

jisung shyly nods. “not my cup of tea.” he mutters. areum sipping the same tea in her cup, she hums with slight delight. “it’s sweet.”

haechan gawks at renjun with a sting eye. “where’s my tea?” renjun smirking with arms crossed, “god gave you hands, use it.”

seeing the Chinese man leave, hyuck mockingly mimicking the male who left the scene. “god gave you hands, use it— my fucking ass.” haechan spat shaking his head.

“i have a slight question,” jisung would ask and haechan watching the boy with full attention. “what is it?” hyuck said.

“do you have chips i can eat?” jisung said with a smile. Haechan watching the boy with a ‘you better be joking’ look. the tan boy exhales, “listen kid, do you think we are some damn restaurant?”

jisung pouts looking at areum with absolute wide puppy eyes, areum taking notice she glances to haechan with warning eyes; that he better start listening to jisung. “noona I want chips.” haechan’s ears perking down with disappointment and glare at jisung. “fine! just because areum scares me.”

the brunette boy cheers as the tan boy sighs out. jaemin joining the conversation midway with a large paper list of items with price ranges and a stack of money in front of haechan. the man in the suit would have six eyes on him from the three people.

“make sure to get these things too.” jaemin points out, hyuck taking the list as he read out loud. “vegetables, fruits, pregnancy nausea pills, blankets, first aid kits, body pillow…- jaemin am i some maid?” he’d whine stopping midway the first items, there is like thirty more ahead. areum sighing, “you don’t need to buy pregnancy items for me—”

he gave areum a glance. “I do. Get it done lee haechan, you can have jisung tagging alone.” jaemin said lastly before walking away. jisung sighing, “man I don’t really want to go with…him.” jisung said slowly.

Haechan scoffing, “as if i wanna go with you either.”

areum shaking her head. “you need to get along, don’t kill each other. i’m going to take a shower.” she announced leaving the two, perhaps a bath would be more relaxing and de-stressing for her?

Haechan huffs trailing in the supermarket with a large trolley moving behind with jisung controlling it relentlessly. the older male stops with the large list jaemin made.

“vegetables.” haechan sighs out, holding a packet of tomatoes and cucumbers, jisung watching the trolley cart when he threw in the veggies. jisung looks around, finding ice cream aisle, the taller goes away without haechan’a knowledge who was busy gathering other vegetables such as cabbage and onion.

jisung came back with an ice cream box putting it in the trolley, haechan looking back at placing the onion down. his eyes noticing the ice cream he picks it up pointing it to jisung. “put it back, now.” he’d demand.

“no, i want ice cream.” the brunette scowls. hyuck holding one hand on the hips, as if he were a stressed mother with a child right now. “yah, park jisung.” he whispers when a few people watched them argue in disagreement. “people are watching, put it back, do not make a scene.” hyuck whisper shouts.

jisung smirking, “no. I’ll tell areum!” haechan’s jaw splits open, dropping the ice cream box down. this is his own money too, he’s not exactly rich either. “this is why I’m never having kids.” hyuck mumbles under his frustration grabbing the trolley and pulling it into the next aisle where he will buy the rest needed items.

the older swore he was babysitting a child not grocery shopping. jisung pushing the trolley forward with a run as he then cling on it, swinging the feet off the air, letting the cart simply roll forward. Haechan tugging the pregnancy pillows and extra blankets low in his hands, staring at the sight of jisung pushing in junk food: chips, chocolate, cup of noddles.

by the time the two were done shopping the cart was almost fully filled to the top and haechan sighs in relief when the final item was scanned in. the teenage cashier turns to the tan male with a short smile, “that would be 300.”

it’s as if the soul was sucked out of his body. Haechan giving a fake smile. “haha what? how much sorry, i think i misheard…”

the cashier looking back to the desk then to the customer again. “that would be 300 sir.”

‘park jisung you’re dead meat.’ haechan grimly thought, the cashier was given the card from the man with his own pocket money. being under the mafia really doesn’t pay that much, believe it or not.

jisung saw with a satisfied smile outside the trolley coming out of the market as haechan pushed it to the younger boy harshly, mumbling his words. “tell me why I’m a broke ass bitch now?”

the younger boy opening the chip packet, munching loudly due to its crispy texture and salty grain taste. “thanks hyung!”

“oh so now you call me hyung!” haechan shot back, putting the bags into the back of the car, jisung getting inside the front passenger seat widely happily that his cravings were meeting ends. hyuck sighing, “don’t call me hyung.” he told when he sat next to jisung, putting the seatbelt on the waist as his hand pushes the car keys in.

the car engine starting up with rustic metallic sounds, jisung humming happily.

at least jisung will never ask him again for chip packets. Haechan hopes anyways .

areum’s spine relaxing down the expensive marble white bathtub belonging to jeno’s large rich bathroom. sinking into the warmth of the bubbly bursting water, skin covered in it as if it were a blanket tucking her inside. de-stressing the worry along with tension, areum’s hair would go shade darker once the element water comes forward.

the wet hair dripping once she comes up into the surface, exhaling out a breathe that she held under the scented rose petal water. candles set on the edge of the bathtub and open window looking over the dark night city life.

eyelashes wet in large clump chunks, areum wiping forward regaining conscious sight as her head shifts to the large open window. the knees slowly curve up to the exposed nude chest, arms wrapping onto them tightly. hugging herself, somehow hoping her tears would be camouflage due to the water dibbling down the side of her face from being under water for too long.

heartbeat racing hardly now, in matter of fact ever since the heartbreaking news, areum felt like her heart stopped beating— like a part of her was gone. strained voice creaks. “jeno… you can’t be dead.”

the arms squeeze the knees together, face turning in the knees digging in the dark space of coverage.

areum refuses to believe he is dead without seeing the body.

swoosh, swoosh…

eyes opening with slight rust on the eyelashes stuck to the skin, a painful sound of bones cracking out of place and back in, the unfamiliar harsh windy breeze hitting past the half broken shut windows. sight of outside lamps indoors were seen hanging by the low ceiling.

the man sat up half confused. the top was off, the muscular body with old white scars across the chest, bruises and white glory milk define abs with v shaped strong back arched revealed, a soft silk bandage wrapping around the right side of the shoulder and collarbone area down to the waist diagonally.

the crust half blue-white lips groan in sudden pain when remembering what had happened, recollecting the traumatic event as well as the shoulder hurting in pain at the same time; as if his thoughts were stimulated by the physical pain too.

“you woke up young man, you’re very lucky we found you.” the familiar face man spoke out, eyes shifting slowly to open round&round.

his deep voice that sounded ill but at the same time almost gone with its vocal due to the impact of the cold ocean suffocating the insides by drowning the throat. “mr Kim..?”

“you remembered me.” mr Kim lightly joked forward walking, jeno looking around. “how did you find me?”

“I was sailing and happened to find you shot. how did this happen, jeno? you could’ve drowned if i didn’t see you.”

the man’s voice was comforting to jeno’s ears, the man sighing out; that’s right he was shot off guarded by yuta, the bastard luckily missed a vital. the water was a nasty killer ready to eat jeno up but thankfully the old man was able to save him.

jeno bows his head down. “thank you so much for saving me. i owe you my life.”

“don’t worry, I’m glad you’re safe. you should call me doyoung instead, we met a year ago.” doyoung trails, handing jeno a plain white shirt. “my wife is expecting me at the cabin tomorrow, why don’t you explain the situation as we head back?”

at first the younger was cautious what to say, but it really cannot be helped when he was shot badly. jeno lightly chuckles, “are you sure you can handle it, hyung?”

doyoung gave a smirk. “trust me im intrigued now. i never removed a bullet in my life, but now i have!” Jeno scoffs friendly manner, “very well.”

guess it wouldn’t hurt to open up to an old friend right?

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MASTERLINK FOR HIS KARMA.

@onyourhyuck please refer from copyrighting and plagiarising my work!

🫶🏻 new character unlocked from season 1: Kim doyoung~~

😃 pls not at haechan and jisung having a rivalry sibling dynamic.

I guess only chapter 11 will be released today 😭 i ended up being half busy so I couldn’t continue writing chapter 12! Sorry!!

#nct fanfiction #nct smut #nct x reader #jeno smut #nct series #his karma #his karma season two

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whiteteadreams · 2 years

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HELLO MY DEAR. I CAN'T BELIEVE I ONLY FINISHED READING 《SMELLING LIKE ROSES》NOW AODKDMFKEKEMSMSKDDK IT'S A FUCKING. FUCKING. FUCKING. MASTERPIECEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I HAVE ONLY READ ONE WORK OF YOURS AND I ALREADY KNOW YOU'RE ONE OF MY ABSOLUTE FAV FANFIC WRITERS IN MY ENTIRE FANGIRL LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR WRITING FOR NCT 😭😭💚💚💚 AND ESPECIALLY JENO CUZ HE'S MY FAV MEMBER TO FANTASISE ABOUT 😭😭💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 i usually skip threesome bc my peasized brain can't handle so many people (above 2 ppl 😭) at once and i'd lost track as to what everyone's doing at that time but when i read the sneak peek of your fic i just knew that i HAD to read this story and im SO glad that i did 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ it corporated so many of my fav (kinky😍🙈 & FLUFF) elements i will absolutely be coming back to this fic so many times (when i like something, ill just keep going back at it so pls don't be surprised if you see me screaming about this fic again in the future 😭😭). also, i absolutely dig innocent as well 😭 why are you so good at it!!! and oh gosh the fluff 😭🤍🤍🤍🤍i can't express my gratitude enough ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ please write more for jeno in the future ㅠㅠ you're an absolute goddess ㅠㅠ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

also, this was my immediate reaction when i read this part wieksksksk -

Jaemin only thought Jeno wanted to fuck you, and to be fair, Jeno did, he really, really wanted to fuck you, but he also wanted you. Just you in general, he wanted you the same way Jaemin had you. Even though Jaemin knew him better than anyone else, Jeno would make sure that Jaemin never knew the extent of his want for you.

OMG HE WANTS HIS BEST FRIEND'S GIRL??? SIDJSKSKSK DID HIS WANT STEM OUTTA COMPETITIVE JEALOUSY? would he have wanted her, or as badly, if she wasn't jaemin's? ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

he's so bad omg ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ but luckily he decided not to ruin anything good between this couple ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ on any given day, im usually team jeno but here i had to side with jaemin 😠😠😠 whoever is nice to the girl wins my heart!! 😠😠💗💗💗💗💗

also did jeno & jaemin agree on what jeno wouldn't do to her? (like no penetration or lips-on-lips kissing during 🙈) i honestly feared that jaemin would let him use her however he wanted but luckily he didn't!! 🥺🥺🤍🤍🤍🤍

im so sorry for this lengthy ask & reblog, i like this story with all my heart ㅠㅠㅠㅠ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

OML THANK YOU SM FOR THIS!! I'm so flattered and Jeno is one of my favorite members too! I actually read threesomes and gangbangs often bc I like the chaos of them bit I get worried when writing them that I'm going to forget about someone/leave them out. I'm so glad you liked the fluff, in the beginning of coming up with the idea, it was supposed to be barely any fluff, but I just count help myself, and ended up writing a whole relationship. I look forward to your future notes and comments!

I have two fics now with the whole innocent reader theme and I was worried that they were going to be too similar and boring once they were compared, but I'd like to think they're different enough. And I have a couple jeno fics in the works now! Although, I'm not sure when they'll make it out.

I didn't go into detailed abt why Jeno wanted her but I think some of it had to be because he was jealous of Jaemin, and he kind of only wanted her bc of Jaemin bc if Jaemin didn't have her, Jeno wouldn't know her so I think the forbidden aspect of it definitely egged the feelings on.

Jeno didn't want to step in and ruin the relationship, but he wouldn't of said no if she changed her mind and wanted him instead. He was trying to make himself seem better than Jaemin in hopes of winning you over.

They might've said something while they were planning the whole thing but another option was that Jeno was trying to show her how much she wanted him without even doing much (if that makes sense). Of course Jaemin wasn't going to willingly let Jeno have his way with his girl tho.

And no worries! I enjoyed reading the ask and responding to it. I'm really happy you liked the fic and felt the need to reach out, I really appreciate it!

#lee jeno smut #na jaemin smut #female reader #fluff #nct #x reader #nct dream smut #lee jeno #na jaemin #nct dream #nomin smut #nct fluff #nct nomin

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mooniconic · 2 years

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Chapter 5

CW: Smut (Minors skip this pls), Yuta and Jungwoo being assholes.

AN: We're finally here. Just a few more chapters left and this is done. If you started reading this, thank you for reading. :)

The next day you all met up at the office lobby so you guys could take the company van to the filming spot. Johnny was going to drive the van and he asked you to sit next to him, Ten looked at you knowingly, and you were confused but knowing Ten, he had a reason. It was an hour's drive from the office and you guys were listening to music. Kun was going over the script for the day; giving notes to everyone in the car. When the car stopped during traffic, Johnny’s hand gripped yours for a few seconds with a smile on his face. You tried to contain your grin and you shifted your focus to the car window; unbeknownst to you, the members of the team were also hiding their smiles.

Kun divided the team in half, one was in charge of the group interviews, and the other was the confessionals. This was a big project and you didn’t want to mess this up for anyone, before you got out of the car Johnny pulled you aside, “Avi” he says softly and for some reason it makes your tummy feel funny. “Yeah?” you ask just as softly, “If Yuta does anything..” He pauses “Just let me know if you need me okay? No matter how busy I might be just call me over.” Johnny says firmly but he’s gentle. “Okay” your face is unreadable but you add “thank you, Johnny.” and you offer him a smile. He smiles at you and lightly puts his arm on your shoulders as you both walk up to the front door.

Kun was helping Jisung and Jaemin set up the interview room for the solo interviews while you and Johnny were running the questions by the 127 managers. Chanyeol walks to you and asks if he could speak to you privately. You agreed and follow him to the hallway by the stairs.

“Avi, are you the one asking the questions during the interview?” he gets to the point.

“No, sir.”

“Okay good. I want you to not be around Yuta during this interview.” He says it with a hint of annoyance, at least that’s what you think it is.

“Um yes, I’ll try to shift with Johnny when it’s Yuta’s turn.” You mumble softly.

“I just don’t want him to pull something stupid like he almost did the other day.” He says with a sigh.

“I get it,” you say softly

“I’ll get back to my team, sir.”

You walk back to the recording studio located in the basement of the house 127 uses as their creative space, whatever that means. You were helping Ten set up the mic that your team was going to use for the confessionals, when Ten nudges you to look at who was coming down the recording studio, it was Yuta, he walks up to you and handed you a cup of coffee. “Here, I know you can't work without it.” He said with a small smile, and once you apprehensively took the cup from him, he walks back up to the stairs leaving you, Ten, and Jaemin a bit lost for words.

“Do you want coffee?” you offer the cup to Ten and he makes a sick face “I’m not drinking that.” you laugh and put the cup on top of the side table. Jaemin looks at you and then at the cup then back at you “Can I have that?” “Sure, Jaems you can have it.” which makes you and Ten giggle. You hear someone coming down the basement stairs again, it’s Hendery and Johnny. I'll be the one in charge of this team,” Hendery tries to say in his most confident voice but his face betrays him because he looks scared af. “Aye aye captain.” Ten teases him but quickly looks at Johnny “What are you doing here?” He raises an eyebrow. “I’m just giving Avi her coffee fix,” He hands you an iced americano “Uber eats.” He says knowing you would ask when he bought the coffee. You thank him which is now a thing with how often you thank him.

“Johnny. Can I talk to you?” You lead him inside the recording booth and you start telling him about what Chanyeol has said to you. “Has he tried anything so far?” he asks, concern washes his face, “A bit. He gave me coffee, but I gave it to Jaemin,” you say looking at Jaemin drinking the warm cup of coffee while he checks the main camera. “Nothing I can’t handle, but if it’s his solo interview I have to switch with you if that’s okay… I just don't want to be a bother.” Johnny holds your hand “You’re never a bother, Avi. never ever,” He emphasizes his words. “I’ll tell Kun so he won’t freak out just text me when it’s his turn, yeah?” He squeezes your hand and starts walking you both out of the booth, Ten gives you both a look and playfully says “oh my god just date already.” You look at him confused “huh?” You say and this earns a few giggles from the people in the room, you look down to your left hand and see that Johnny is still holding it, you blush and he slips his hand out of your own, for a split second you almost reach out and grabbed it back, but you remember that you were here for work… with your ex’s band. So you just give him a small smile and tell him to get back upstairs. ______________________________________________________________

The first interview has been okay, Winwin-Sicheng to his close friends, was insightful about the band’s dynamics. He revealed that Yuta and Jungwoo were the closest among all of them and how their band started in college when all of them were taking a vocalization elective, a class you knew well because Yuta was excited about learning how to sing. Winwin said that that’s where it all started for 127 and how they were inseparable ever since; Yuta being the glue of the band, automatically finding common ground among all of them. Everyone would smile whenever Winwin would reminisce about the band’s start because he would get excited and his eyes would light up, even when he was talking about the dingy bars they first played at, where just 1 person was cheering for them or the time they were booed off the stage by some rowdy dudes. He said all of those things made 127 determined to practice more and to write better songs.

Before you knew it, Winwin’s interview was over and you were all saying your thank yous, he shook your hand and whispered “thank you for helping us”, you smiled at him and said, “Thank you too.” Winwin was the nicest out of Yuta’s bandmates, he was the one who would often help out when you were the band’s first roadie. Winwin might be the person who has less to say but his actions would speak volumes.

You look at the list of the next person, and to your surprise, it was Jungwoo, the band’s keyboardist. He came up with the band’s name after getting inspiration from their vocal class. He’s civil with you but he’s friendly with the others, you pay it no mind you expected him to take Yuta’s side. He sat down at the interview chair while hair makeup touch up his already perfect face, Jungwoo might look like a literal fallen angel, but there are reasons why he’s here and not in heaven, the man has gotten into more fights than any other member. He’s always ready to defend his bandmates whether that makes him look bad as long as his band is intact.

Ten was reading the questions as you help with sound. “What made you want to be part of 127?”

Jungwoo mulls the questions for a few seconds “Yuta.” He smiles and looks at the camera “he convinced all of us that we were bound for something greater. He was supportive of all of us.”

“Can you tell us about how you started? Despite 127’s fame most of your start has not been talked about.” Ten phrases the question well.

Jungwoo basically repeats what Winwin said about meeting at vocal classes and how Yuta roped them into hanging out that one time. Jungwoo remembers just hanging out at Yuta’s dorm room since he’s the only one with a roommate who pledged in a frat and has been living by himself. They bonded over Fifa and have the same taste in movies. Yuta helped out Jungwoo pick out good professors for his piano majors and Mark helped Yuta with his composition classes. They were a bunch of music majors bonding over random shit until Yuta drunkenly asked them to form a band together, everyone either tipsy or drunk from a random house party that Avi’s friend threw, they agreed. They pushed Yuta to be the frontman as he writes lyrics best out of the group and to be fair the only one with confidence to stand in front of a crowd with only a mic stand shielding him from the audience’s eyes.

After Jungwoo reminisces about their group’s roots and how things weren't glamorous at the beginning and how Haechan pranks them by slightly playing the drums at a faster pace to keep them on their toes sometimes. He talks about the fights they had about arrangements, new songs, and tour schedules.

“Tour really brings out the best and worst in us. We’re all cool being together every day, but if one of us is in a bad mood it affects us all.” Jungwoo says exasperatedly but he’s playful. Teasing. Trying to see if you’re going to react. “Yuta was incredibly moody when on the road,” he chuckles. “He would miss his girlfriend, oh ex-girlfriend. Like he’ll be upset if he won’t hear from her during the day. Sometimes it would affect our performances too.”

“Ex-girlfriend?” Ten says tentatively.

“Yeah. I guess that secret is out of the bag,” Jungwoo says with a chuckle.

“Yuta dated this girl even before we were 127. She helped us in the start like with our bar gigs and stuff. She helped out with our logistics and stuff before we got signed and most of our songs are about her. Yuta was so in love with her,” Jungwoo says without missing a beat. He’s aware you’ve gotten red, but he continues.

“He’d like miss practice just to see her, one time he almost left tour just so he could be with her. It definitely caused a fight,” he says lightheartedly but there was a hint of venom in his words.

Ten shifts uncomfortably but continues to the next question “You’ve mentioned that most of the band’s songs were about her? How’s the voting process for songs to be written and included in the album?”

Jungwoo thinks about the question for a minute before he answers “Well when one of us has a demo for a song then we send it in the group chat then we talk about it in person in our meetings, we sometimes tend to argue why a certain song should be on an album or why we should make a new one then when everyone is like okay with it then we talk to management.” he says earnestly. “We all got to agree on the songs first, usually Yuta convinces us with the songs he writes haha when you interview him, you’ll find out how smooth of a talker he really is,” Jungwoo smiles.

“Is there a song you really like from your discography?” Ten asks.

“Yeah, it’s Magnets. That song got us a lot of love and mostly coz the meaning of the song is something all of us relate to. We were all going into something unknown with each other.”

“But Yuta wrote it about falling in love. You get it with someone who sparks a change in you, someone you think is going to be with you through this unlearning or learning depending on like where you’re coming from. You change to be with the person who inspired this change but when that relationship fails, you can’t return to the person you once were. That kind of love will change you and it can make you better or worse, you know? But then there’s still a bond that can’t be broken. Something will always pull you back together just like magnets, that love will somehow like shit I don't know? find a way to bring you both back? A relationship that changes both people in it? That's something that never goes away because you both fall in and for the most part you want to come out of the other end with each other even if you’re both different… even when you hate each other at the other side.” He said with a sigh at the end.

“For me? It was going all-in with the band, I wasn't sure if we were going to be successful but I wanted to try with those boneheads. They’re people who I wanted to like be better with, I’ve never been with a group of guys that were supportive of each other. So I want to be with them until the end,” Jungwoo smiles at that.

“You know he wrote this about his ex? His parents thought she influenced him in changing his major and like leaving their dreams of him being a piano master or something. They really thought of her as the devil…”

Before Ten asks to elaborate Jungwoo speaks again “She was the devil as she was the reason why we almost broke up. It was the worst but we got through it, just Magnets never letting go of that bond,” he says with resolution.

You were quiet after Jungwoo looked at you pointedly. There was a slight smirk on his lips as you looked at the floor, trying to ignore the eyes of the people around you. You feel a presence next to you and when you look up it was him, the man who left you, the man who had a silver tongue who had everyone fooled and had you second-guessing your thoughts. You look at him but he ignores you and waits till Jungwoo reaches him to give him a high five, Jungwoo barely looks at you as his eyes are on Yuta giving him a signal that he said what they planned to say. Yuta chuckles and taps Jungwoo’s shoulder to tell the younger man to head up to the other set, “You didn’t drink the coffee I gave you?” he says softly a playful tone to match the amused look he has on his face. “No,” you say with a flat tone. “You always throw away my love, Avi,” he smirks at you, you know he’s playing you right now because he knows you wouldn’t want to cause a scene, some things never change. Before you could answer him he heads back up the stairs “Mark and I exchanged timeslots so it’s his turn.”

You close your mouth and ignore the pity in the eyes of your workmates, “Do you need me to alter the questions for Mark?” you ask Hendery and for a second he forgets that he was the director of this group “y-yeah, just hand them over, Avi.” The interview went well, Mark was always the excited one when it came to interviews and he breezed through the questions even the ones that came with their songs’ subject matter, but you barely register his words. Jungwoo’s words were still ringing in your ears “She was the devil as she was the reason why we almost broke up.” Yuta never talked about his problems in the band, even if you asked a million times. You never demanded him to prioritize you first, you were so confused and angry as you were once again lied to and lied about by Yuta. You snap out when Mark is standing in front of you holding his hand out to you.

You only stare at him as he asks you “Avi? You okay, bruh?” you shake your head a little and answer “yeah. Nice interview, thank you.” Mark chuckles “We’re not done, dude! The camera’s out of batteries.” you can only nod your head.

His face fills with concern “You okay?” he asks softly. “Yeah, I’m fine, Mark. you should get your makeup touched up.” You say with a gentle tone. You might feel like a fire is burning inside your head but you’re not going to direct that to Mark, the guy who would ask you for your side of things when he knew you were fighting with Yuta, the guy who would always congratulate you when you got a new job, the guy who even after your relationship with Yuta still continued being a friend randomly texting you memes just to check if you were still alive.

You were tuning out the interview again but your ears perked up when Ten brings up what Jungwoo has said about 127 breaking up. Mark gets a bit uncomfortable he starts stuttering a bit but he clears his throat

“dude, Jungwoo he just.. No, but like.. Okay. we weren’t breaking up like that. We were deciding if we wanted to go on hiatus or like explore solo projects. We were all just tired you know? We finished two world tours then we got an album coming up then some personal stuff so it was only like a conversation that we had.” Mark looks relieved that he got that out without spilling some things, but Ten being good at his job or maybe he just likes being nosy follows up with “Jungwoo said Yuta’s ex was the reason you guys were having that conversation.”

“Whaaat? Dude, no! Well not exactly. Yuta wanted to spend time with her because they were still together at that time and then Haechan like wanted to sing more? So we were thinking of having like solos for a while…” he stops as Chanyeol signals him to stop talking from the staircase. Everyone looks at Chanyeol as if daring him to stop the interview, but he doesn't as he makes his way next to Baekhyun. “Yeah, it’s just that we all wanted a break to spend time with loved ones and to explore solo opportunities. Haechan has like some sick duos he wanted to do with me. It’s something we’re working on lately we finally got like the time to lay down the track while on tour so hopefully, after this new album we get to work on it more.” Mark ends with a small smile, his dimples showing.

You help pack up the van silently to avoid your teammates' eyes; you don't want them to ask how things went today. Tomorrow is another day, it was Yuta’s turn for the solo interview even if you weren’t allowed to be in the same room as him during filming you know he was going to say something that would make you feel hurt as if he was punishing you. What he and Jungwoo pulled today was draining you, Yuta knew you hated being the reason for disagreements that's why you didn't have boundaries during your relationship, you hated confrontation that’s why you held on to Yuta for so long. You remember the time you’ve had enough but you kept your mouth shut. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “I only see you,” Yuta says to you, his forehead pressed to yours. His thrusts were still in a steady rhythm and you felt like your skin was on fire. You look at him and tears are falling from your eyes, you’re not exactly sure if it’s from pleasure or the pain you feel in your chest. Your bodies were so close to each other but you never felt so far away from him; Today was your anniversary and Yuta promised to be with you but he canceled at the last minute because of a work thing, a song needed to be rerecorded and he can't leave work. It’s been this way lately, Yuta getting sucked into work and barely talking to you and you feel like shit for feeling neglected, but you let him anyway because this was for the band and the band comes first now that they’ve made it. Baekhyun asked you to come to the studio, something about Yuta wanting you to be there but then you saw him playfully flirting with the studio intern and barely paying you any attention, it made you feel like background noise. His band members barely talk to you as they were busy too, you felt like a dog waiting for him. You chose Yuta and this life it’s your fault why you only have him and not anyone else. “Avi.” He says your name to bring you back and he’s pushing harder into you, it was a brutal pace and he’s still not satisfied.

“Avi, I only see you. It’s only you.” he snakes his hand down to rub your clit, increasing your pleasure but this was torture for you, you wanted out.

“Yuta please.”

“Please what Avi? What do you want me to do?”

‘I can’t.” you manage to squeak. It was too much, his attention, his work, his life; you were feeling so overwhelmed. You don’t know yourself anymore, you don’t remember who you were before Yuta and that is making you feel suffocated. “Just give it to me, baby. You’re so close.” Yuta knew your body inside and out, he knew what every hitched breath meant; it was like you were an extension of his body. He bit the sensitive spot on your neck and you were done, you had cum so hard you barely register him finishing. When he pulls out of you, he kisses you long and hard; his teeth biting your lips, and says “I love you, Avi. I’m yours as you are mine.” He sleeps on his side, his face turned away from you, and you thank God that he was turned away because you hope he doesn’t see that the tears are still there. He doesn’t get it; that you don't want to be his anymore, you want to be yourself again-you wanted to be free. You cry yourself to sleep, wishing you knew how to let go of him without breaking your heart.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You snap back to the present when Jaemin nudges you to sit at the front since Johnny was driving again. “Oh” was all you mutter but you head to the passenger seat and buckle yourself in. You barely said a word the whole ride back to the office, Ten was just giving a recap of what happened but he leaves the parts about you, he’s a nosy guy but he’s not a bitch. Johnny senses something is wrong so when you were both finished reporting back to Kun he asks you if you want to get dinner, you decline saying you wanted to rest and he drops it and gives you your space.

“Avi,” he says before you head out of the building.

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted you to know that you’re doing great. You’re doing a good job, and..”

“And?” you say with a tired smile.

“I’m proud of you,” he says, successfully stopping the words that wanted to come out of his mouth. You give him the tightest hug you could muster “thank you, Johnny. Thank you for believing I could do it. I'm proud of you too.”

“Never doubted you, Avi Maria.”

As you head out to the bus stop Johnny thinks of the words that almost slipped out, “I love you, Avery.”

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