#Kyujin X reader

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sex slave nmixx on a private island being used by their master? just not a gangbang please!

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AZURE WHISPERS

NMIXX Sullyoon and Kyujin X Tribe

Warning : Non Con Smut (please don't read if you don't like it, thanks!)

"What the fuck is this place? Where are we?" Sullyoon groaned as she stumbled off the boat, her voice a mix of exhaustion and irritation. The salty sea air filled her nose and the rocky shore bit into her bare feet.

"I thought you liked adventure, Sully," Kyujin giggled, her youthful eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's like our own private island!"

Sullyoon rolled her eyes, her long black hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. "Adventure, yes. Being marooned on a shithole, no."

Their manager, a middle-aged man with a perpetual sheen of sweat, waved his hands dismissively. "Girls, please. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for rest and relaxation."

The two young women looked around skeptically at the dense jungle and the primitive huts that made up their "vacation resort." They were the newest members of K-Pop's hottest girl group, Nmixx, and this was supposed to be their chance to unwind after a grueling world tour. But so far, the only thing that was unwinding was Sullyoon's patience.

Their first night on the island, they were both woken by strange noises - the rustling of leaves and the faint echo of distant chanting. "It's just the wind," Kyujin had murmured, trying to comfort herself as much as Sullyoon. They clung to each other, whispering in the dark, until the sounds of the jungle finally lulled them back to sleep.

But when the sun rose the next day, their carefree vacation turned into a living nightmare. The tribe that called the island home had other plans for their celebrity guests. Bound and gagged, the girls were dragged through the underbrush, the thorns tearing at their clothes and skin. The air grew thick with the scent of fear and the acrid tang of sweat.

In the heart of the island, in a clearing surrounded by torches and leering faces, they were presented to the tribe's leader. He was a towering man, his body covered in intricate tattoos and adorned with bones and feathers. His eyes gleamed with a hunger that made Sullyoon's stomach drop.

"Welcome to our island," he growled in a language they didn't understand. "You will serve us well."

Sullyoon's heart hammered in her chest as she took in the scene before her. The tribe was a collection of fierce-looking men and women, their bodies painted and scarred, holding an assortment of crude weapons. The fear in Kyujin's eyes reflected her own, and she could feel the younger girl's trembling against her.

The leader barked out an order and the ropes binding their wrists were untied. The sudden relief was short-lived as their captors pushed them down onto the hard earth. Rough hands tore at their clothes, leaving them exposed and vulnerable in the dirt. The crowd jeered, reaching out to grope and poke at their bare skin.

Sullyoon's mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this nightmare. She'd heard of islands like this before, where modern civilization had never reached, and she knew the kind of fate that awaited them. But she wasn't about to go down without a fight.

Kyujin whimpered as a particularly brutish man approached, his intentions clear. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to her feet, and she stumbled, trying to keep her balance. He tore her shirt away, revealing her small, perky breasts. The crowd roared in approval.

Sullyoon's eyes narrowed, and she balled her fists, ready to spring into action. But before she could do anything, she felt the sharp sting of a slap across her face, and another man pulled her to her feet.

The leader stepped forward, his gaze lingering on their trembling bodies. "You will learn to serve," he said in broken Korean, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "And if you are very good, you may even come to enjoy it."

The two Nmixx members were led to separate huts, the doors slammed shut behind them with a finality that sent a shiver down their spines. The sounds of the jungle grew distant, replaced by the muffled cries and grunts of the tribe's sick games.

Sullyoon felt the bonds around her ankles tighten, and the rough fabric of a sack was pulled over her head. She was hoisted onto a makeshift wooden frame, her limbs stretched wide. The air was hot and sticky, and she could feel the sweat pooling in the small of her back.

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and she braced herself for the horror she knew was coming. The sack was ripped away, and she was met with the leering faces of several of the tribe's men. One approached, his erection obvious through his loincloth, and she could smell the musk of his lust.

Her mind screamed for her to fight back, but her body was held firmly in place. The man leaned in, his breath hot and sour on her face, and whispered, "You will be ours now." With that, he claimed her mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue forcing its way past her clenched teeth.

Kyujin, meanwhile, was on her knees, the leader's hand tangled in her hair as he forced her to perform an unspeakable act. Her eyes were wide with shock and pain, and she gagged around his thickness.

The days turned into a blur of humiliation and pain. The tribe used the girls in every way they could imagine, pushing them to their limits and beyond. The screams of their group members echoed through the night, a constant reminder of their new reality.

Sullyoon's mind grew numb, the only thing keeping her going was the thought of escape. But with each passing day, hope grew fainter, and she feared that they would never leave the island.

The tribe's cruelty knew no bounds. They were whipped, bound in agonizing positions, and subjected to brutal, unrelenting sex. The girls were no longer the glamorous idols they had been, but mere playthings for the savages' twisted desires.

One evening, as the sun set and painted the sky a deep, foreboding red, the leader approached their shared hut. He carried a whip in one hand and a twisted smile on his lips.

"Tonight, we have a special ceremony," he announced, his eyes glinting in the firelight. "One of you will be chosen to become the bride of the jungle."

Sullyoon felt a jolt of terror at his words. A bride? To what kind of monster? She looked over at Kyujin, who had gone pale, her eyes wide with horror. The younger girl's hands were shaking as she clutched at the tattered remnants of her clothes.

The leader stepped closer, stroking Kyujin's cheek with a finger that left a trail of grime. "You," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Come here."

Kyujin's eyes darted to Sullyoon's, pleading for help, but there was nothing she could do. The other girls in the group had already suffered unspeakable things, and now it was Kyujin's turn.

The ceremony was a twisted mockery of any wedding they had ever seen. The leader painted Kyujin's body with a foul-smelling paste, and the tribe danced around them, chanting in their incomprehensible language. The air was thick with the smell of burning herbs and the sound of drums.

The leader stripped Kyujin completely, displaying her naked and trembling before the entire tribe. He then proceeded to bind her to a large wooden stake in the center of the clearing, her wrists and ankles secured with thick, rough ropes that dug into her skin.

The man was massive, his muscles rippling in the firelight. He bent Kyujin over the stake, her small frame quivering as she tried to resist. But she was no match for his brute strength. He positioned himself behind her, and without preamble, he plunged into her anus with a roar of triumph.

Kyujin's scream was piercing, a sound that would haunt Sullyoon's nightmares for the rest of her life. She had to clench her teeth to keep from crying out herself, but she knew that any sign of weakness would only make things worse.

The leader took his time, savoring Kyujin's pain and the power he had over her. And as she watched, Sullyoon realized that this wasn't just about sex. It was about domination, about breaking them down until they were nothing more than objects to be used and discarded.

But she wasn't going to let that happen. Not to Kyujin, not to any of them. As the leader's attention was fully on Kyujin, she began to work at the ropes around her wrists, feeling for any slack. If she could just get one hand free, she might be able to do something.

The ceremony went on for what felt like an eternity, the sounds of Kyujin's suffering echoing through the jungle. After almost an hour of continuous anal rape, finally, the leader withdrew, and Kyujin's limp body was lowered to the ground, her anus was gaping wide enough as Sullyoon saw the tribe leader's cum dripping out from Kyujin's young anus.

"Now, the others may partake," the leader declared, gesturing to the eager tribe members who had been waiting in line.

Two of the burliest guards grabbed Sullyoon by the arms, pulling her to her feet and forcing her to watch as Kyujin was brutally used. They secured her to a nearby tree, the bark biting into her skin as they bound her wrists tightly. She struggled, but their grip was like iron, and she was powerless to do anything but watch in horror as one man after another approached Kyujin's ravaged body.

The first few men were rough, their thrusts deep and uncaring, their grunts of pleasure mixing with Kyujin's cries of pain. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, punctuated by the occasional thud of a fist against Kyujin's backside. Despite the pain she was in, Kyujin's training kicked in, and she managed to keep herself in a position that allowed for the least amount of pain, but it was clear she was in agony.

As the men took their turns, Sullyoon felt a growing sense of anger and desperation. Her eyes searched the shadows for any sign of escape or rescue, but there was none. The tribe reveled in their brutality, cheering and shouting as Kyujin's body was violated over and over again.

Tears streamed down Sullyoon's face as she watched the girl she had come to care for so deeply be reduced to a whimpering mess of pain and despair. The guards holding her in place laughed at her plight, their grip tightening with every sob that tore from Kyujin's lips.

One by one, the men approached Kyujin, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that was all too familiar now. Each thrust was a declaration of their power over her, and she could do nothing but endure. Her anus was torn and bloody, the delicate tissue stretched beyond what any human should have to bear.

Sullyoon's thoughts grew dark, her mind racing with plans for vengeance. She would not let this be their end. Her fingers moved surreptitiously behind her back, working at the knots that bound her wrists. Her nails dug into the ropes, the pain a small price to pay for the chance at freedom.

The night grew darker, the firelight flickering over the scene of carnage. Kyujin's cries grew weaker, her body no longer able to respond to the relentless assault. The leader took her again, his cruel smile never faltering as he forced himself into her gaping wound, pushing her to the very edge of consciousness.

Finally, unable to take anymore, Kyujin's body went limp, her eyes rolling back in her head. The leader stepped back, panting and sated, his member still erect and smeared with blood and excrement. The tribe grew quiet, the only sound the crackle of the fire and the distant call of the jungle's nocturnal creatures.

"Now," the leader said, turning his gaze to Sullyoon. "It is your turn."

The guards released her, and she stumbled forward, her legs wobbly from the effort of staying upright. The leader approached her, his hand outstretched. "You will be the bride of the jungle," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You will bear our children and ensure our line continues."

Sullyoon's mind reeled. This wasn't just about rape and domination; they wanted to use her to breed. She felt a cold fury build in her chest, a fiery determination to survive, to fight back. But she knew that she was outnumbered, outmatched. For now, she had to play along.

The leader's hands roamed her body, his touch as cold as a serpent's. He ripped away the last of her clothes, leaving her just as exposed and vulnerable as Kyujin had been. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and she could feel the eyes of the entire tribe on her.

He forced her down onto the altar, her legs spread wide for everyone to see. She gritted her teeth, her eyes locked on Kyujin's still form. The first man approached her, his eyes hungry and his member thick and engorged. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

The man didn't bother with gentle touches or sweet words. He simply plunged into her, filling her to the brim with his hardness. Sullyoon bit back a scream, her nails digging into the wood beneath her. The pain was unbearable, a white-hot agony that shot through her core.

One after another, the tribe members took their turn, each one more brutal than the last. She could feel her body growing sore, her pussy stretching to accommodate their massive sizes. The leader watched with a twisted smile, occasionally barking out an order or joining in when the mood struck him.

The night grew long, and the stars above her were cold and uncaring as the men continued to use her. Her mind retreated into a place of darkness, focusing on the sound of the ocean waves in the distance, trying to block out the cacophony of the tribe's grunts and Kyujin's whimpers.

As the last man pulled out of her, she felt the warmth of his seed spurt across her thighs. Her pussy was a mess, filled with the cum of so many men, dripping down to the earth below. The leader approached, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"You will bear many strong sons for us," he said, his voice thick with lust.

Sullyoon managed a weak nod, her body trembling with exhaustion. The guards untied her from the altar and dragged her back to their hut, where she collapsed onto the dirty floor, her mind and body broken.

The days that followed were a blur of pain and degradation. The tribe used both of them without mercy, taking turns in their hut and often bringing them out for public display. Kyujin was barely conscious most of the time, her eyes glazed over with pain and fear.

Sullyoon felt a cold resolve settle in her heart. They were no longer the glamorous K-Pop stars they had once been; they were now the tribe's playthings, to be used and discarded at will. Yet, amidst the horror, she found a spark of defiance, a fierce determination to survive.

The tribe had no concept of mercy, and every day was a new form of hell. They were subjected to the most depraved acts imaginable, their bodies pushed to the brink of endurance. The men took them in every way possible, leaving no part of their being untouched by their brutality.

The only respite they had were the brief moments when they were allowed to tend to their wounds, which had become a grim daily ritual. They whispered plans of escape, but the island was vast, and the tribe's vigilance unyielding. The hope of rescue had long since vanished, replaced by the harsh reality of their new lives.

One day, as Sullyoon lay on the ground, her body bruised and sore, she overheard some of the tribe members talking. They spoke of a ship that would come in a few days, a ship that would bring more 'gifts' from the outside world. Her eyes widened with a glimmer of hope. If they could somehow get free, maybe they could signal for help or stow away.

The night before the ship was due to arrive, the tribe held another ceremony. The leader approached them with a new set of ropes, a sadistic glint in his eye. "You will both perform for our guests," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "You will show them what good little pets you have become."

Sullyoon and Kyujin were brought before the entire tribe, their bodies slick with oil and their wrists bound to a thick wooden pole. They were forced to perform a lewd dance to entertain the guest, their bruised and beaten forms moving in time to the pounding of the drums. The men watched with hungry eyes, waiting for their turn.

THE END

[bellaaae]

Yn being the definition of chaos [567k views]

— Clip 1✰

<Yns solo live>

Yn was on her bed doing a live scrolling through the comments.

Comment:Please show your feet

“Show my feet? Is it allowed?” Yn asked staring into the camera.

She paused to think for a few seconds before later showing part of her feet to the camera.

“YN-NIE!” Haewon yelled from downstairs.

Yn made a “oh I do dead” face because she had forgotten that haewon was watching this live.

— Clip 2✰

Nmixx were up doing random things when the door knob twisted meaning the mentor was about to come in

They all rushed to the bed to pretend to sleep.

It was too late for yn to get on top of the bed making her get caught by the mentor.

“What are you still doing up?!” The mentor asked yn in a strict voice.

“Mentor….i really need to pee!” You whined doing the pee pee dance.

“I feel like my bladder’s boutta burst!” You explained to the mentor.

The other members were silently laughing while the mentor sighed and looked at yn with a done face.

“BE QUITE AND GO BACK TO SLEEP,if I come back here and find you still awake-“ the mentor cautioned yn.

“Yes sir!” Yn said and went back to her bed.

— Clip 3✰

<Nmixx have to guess the song based on the emoji>

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“DETECTIVE BUNNY! (Yn) X3” Yn yelled raising her hand.

“Stray Kid’s God’s Menu?” She guessed the song proudly because she knew it.

“Correct!” The staff responded.

“Do it like this” haewon advised yn.

“DU DU DU DU DU DU!” Yn said dancing with her hands like she was chopping something.

She looked extremely cute and funny.

She continued the dance before pausing.

“Is the dance step correct?” She asked the staff looking at the camera.

“I don’t think it is?” Jiwoo replied smiling.

“You looked cute while doing it so it’s alright” sullyoon told yn.

— Clip 4✰

<Yn and haewon cooking dinner>

“Yn can you help me crack the egg?” Haewon asked yn politely.

“Sure” Yn said and picked up the egg.

She was about to use a spoon and crack the egg but something came across her mind making her change her decision.

Yn placed the egg on top of her forehead and cracked it hard on her head.

The egg cracked open but not in a very neat way.Some of the yolk dripping off from Yn’s forehead.

She made a disgusted face from the smell.

“Yn are you do-“ haewon said but got cut off when she saw the way the maknae looked messy.

“Don’t worry anymore.Go wash your face and come back!” Haewon told yn shooing her out of the kitchen.

— Clip 5✰

Nmixx were doing a live in the practice room

While the other members were busy other things Yn and Kyujin stood in front of the phone.

Yn suddenly pressed a big mouth filter making her face look funny.

Kyujin screamed while laughing.

Yn was smiling with the big mouth filter.

— Clip 6✰

Nmixx were doing the same pose but yn got it wrongly.

She accidentally stuck out her middle finger.The editors blurred it out.

Jiwoo screamed a little,laughing making the members to look at them.

They were all shocked.

Haewon the leader was in a panic mode.

The members were laughing and in a little panic mode.

She slapped Yn’s fingers and hand.

“Isn’t it the right pose?” Yn asked confused but Jiwoo was still tapping her fingers.

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jang kyujin x fem reader; valentine’s day fic

warnings: very rushed bc i forgot to write lol; i’ll edit the banner and borders when i have a minute; SORRY FOR NOT POSTIG

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middle of february, the weather outside was certainly frightful. unfortunately for you, you’ve never had a habit of carrying around gloves with you, usually relying on your pockets if it was bad.

today, you also forgot to check the time when you were leaving the school grounds and by getting caught up talking with your friends, you missed your bus. deciding to walk home in the freezing cold instead of waiting ten minutes for another nice and warm bus was of course the perfectly reasonable way out, at least to you. your house was a fair half an hour away by foot, but at least you didn’t stand in place freezing.

then, the snow started falling. relying on your phone for directions (as you usually take the bus, and it does get dark pretty quickly in winter), you were silently cursing yourself for not getting the damn gloves.

fingers numb from the cold, it was getting harder and harder to use the phone. just then, a miracle, you saw a smaller store lightened up with various decorations. it looked very cozy from the outside, café-like.

“i can at least ask for something warm to drink…” you mumbled to yourself, hiding your phone in your pocket and effectively also hiding your hands from the cold outside. “i’ll just uber home or something…”

the small bell above the door dinged quietly as you went inside the place. there was a counter in the back, a couple tables decorated with red and pink balloons, and more comfy seats. yet the what occupied most of the space were bookshelves. tons and tons of books. despite all of the cosy sofas, no one seemed to be sitting inside the place. maybe everyone else was scared away by cold (the very thing that lured you in).

cleaning your boots on the rug by the door, you slowly made your way to the counter. just as you did, a beautiful girl came up to it, a roll of packing paper and a stack of books in her arms.

“excuse me-“

“just a second,” she quickly placed her stuff down and looked up at you with a bright smile. “hi! what can i help you with?”

as if you weren’t outside in the cold just seconds ago, your whole body heated up. your probably could blame the sudden heat rushing to your cheeks on the temperature change, but maybe not the way you suddenly were at a loss of words.

maybe noticing your sudden distraction, the pretty clerk awkwardly grinned. “you okay there?”

“uh- y-yeah!” you cleared your throat quickly, trying to play off the sudden nervousness. “can i get a hot chocolate?”

“sure,” she grinned in response before glancing at the books she just put down. she seemed to be in thought before she looked up at you again, looking satisfied with herself. “to celebrate valentines, we have a very special offer. if you come with a date, you guys get a 20% discount.”

“oh,” valentines, right. well, you obviously didn’t have anyone with you, why else would you go to a cafe by yourself, in the freezing cold. “uhm, i don’t have, no.”

before the cute clerk could react, you paid for the drink with your phone and smiled at her awkwardly, then going to sit down at one of the tables.

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a couple minutes later, you were enjoying the warm atmosphere of the cafe, the clerk placed a tall glass of hot chocolate decorated by a cloud of whipped cream and many small marshmallows in front of you. just as you turned your head to thank her, she surprised you by sitting down on the other side of your table in her hand was a glass of chocolate, mirroring yours.

she suddenly reached her hand out, placing a couple coins on the table. “if you don’t have a date, you could always let me assist you?”

sill surprised, you slowly glanced around the cafe, as if to making sure there was really no one else.

sensing your confusion, the clerk cleared her throat softly and placed her glass on the table. “no one is here today. and i just think you’re cute. i paid for my coffee, so here’s your 20% back..?”

looking down at the money she put on the table earlier, you couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. maybe the whole place being so empty at this hour was a sign.

“no harm in trying, i guess. i’m y/n.”

she smiled brightly before picking up her glass and holding the straw to her lips. “i’m kyujin. happy valentines!”

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[imbaebi]

The Ultimate Slumber Party

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paring: bsf!kyujin x gn!reader

genre: miscellaneous fluff

warnings: none<3

wc / cc : 1k / 5.4k

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synopsis —---

you and kyujin both have never been to a sleepover before so now that you're both 19 you decide it's finally timefor the amazing most ultimate slumber party ever

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Being 19 and this excited for a slumber party has got to be embarrassing. But you gotta sympathize with yourself,  you've never been to a slumber party ever. Why? Well you had strict parents who wouldn't let you sleep at anyone's house when you were young. Hell they barely even let you go out to your friend's house for a few hours. It was miserable growing up when you were always the one being left out at the hang outs just because you knew your mom and dad's answer will be no. They were just that protective of you and would rather you focus on your studies.

By the time you turned 17 you didn't think too much about it as you grew older, you knew the rules. So when you and your best friend Kyujin were talking about random things, the fact that you never went to a sleepover was brought up. And guess what? Kyujin knew exactly how you felt since her parents were the same way. So that's when the awesome idea came to life. Kyujin decided it was about time you both got a chance to live a childhood dream. The weekend came over, neither of you had college classes today so it was perfect.

You pull up to Kyujin's apartment building at exactly 6 pm. Duffle bag slunged onto your arm, you are in all pink sweats as you get out of your car. You head towards the building and take the lift to Kyujin's floor. You promptly ring the doorbell. It took approximately 8 seconds for Kyujin to open the door.

    “Eonnie! You're here just on time!” Kyujin pulls you into a hug. “I was just about to start building the fort. According to Hye, Forts are one of the best parts about a sleepover.”

Hye was Kyujin's cute little cousin. That girl was an expert as sleepovers according to Kyujin. You two enter the house, walking straight to the living room. There are already pillows and the two dining chairs ready for the fort building. You two got right to work. You and Kyujin place the dinning chairs and sofa cushions in a strategical way so the fort would not fall over later when you two were under it. Once satisfied with the layout, you and Kyujin lay the blankets on top, pinning them in place with clips. The fort's base was finished. Ah but you two weren't going to stop there, you had to go all out, after all this was supposed to be the best slumber party ever. It was time for the decorations! Fairy lights were hung inside, cute plushies and pillows were placed for aesthetics and a fan because it was definitely going to get hot later under all those blankets. Kyujin grabs another blanket and she hangs it at the entrance for the door. The fort was perfect! You and Kyujin did a high-five, proud of your work.

The next thing on the list was karaoke! Kyujin hands you a sparkly pink microphone, she has a matching sparkly purple one. She hits play on the remote. The music starts flowing from the tv speakers, you and Kyujin begin to sing your hearts out.

“Jesus, museun mal-i pil-yohae? modu neol jagpum-ilago bulleo! Just a little bit of you,

gyeoghage akkyeo, baby. mwo hana ppajim-eobs-i yeppeuguna.” Kyujin sings the chorus.

“Her, eoeo, her, eoeo, her, eoeo, uh, eoan-i beongbeonghae” You continue the next part, “Her, eoeo, her, eoeo, her, eoeo, neo malgon jeonbu pyeongbeomhae.”

The song list went on from Block B's "Her", to Twice's "What is Love?", Trouble Maker's "Trouble Maker”, Ivy's "Aha!", 2ne1's "I Am the Best", and 4minute's "Hot Issue". There were other songs included because you guys sang your hearts out till you two couldn't no more but I won't put the rest cause it would go on forever.

What type of sleepover would it be if you two didn't do sheet masks and painted each other's nails?

The makeshift spa was right next to the fort. You and Kyujin spoke about anything and everything as you carefully pained Kyujin's nails a soft shade of pink. She had done yours prior so it was her turn. Moisturizing animal sheet masks were on your faces as you did this. Kyujin had a watermelon cat face mask while you had a lemon cat—they were from this brand's summer fruit collection.

    “Sleep overs are really fun. I know I would have enjoyed them as a kid.” You speak quietly. The polish brush glides pink onto her finger nails. Kyujin nods. There was a soft silence over the two of you after that.

When your nails had finish drying, it was finally time for movies. And snacks! There was a long movie marathon ahead of you. The goal was to not fall asleep. You and Kyujin cuddle up together inside the fort with your laptop playing various disney movies.

It was almost 5 in the morning, you both were halfway through Moana two. You hug the pillow that was under your chin. You force your eyelids awake, there must be no sleeping. You girls had basically pulled an all nighter since the sun was about to come up soon. You take a peak at Kyujin. She is asleep on the flower pillow, her eyes shut. Her lashes on her cheek flutter a little but she did not open her eyes. A small smile appears on your lips, she looks so cute and peaceful. When had she fallen asleep? She had just commented on the storyline a minute ago. You hit pause on the movie, sleep threatening to take over you as you do the task. You pull a blanket over her before doing so with yourself. Your eyes close shut almost instantly, the fan hums quietly in the background, lulling you to dreamland.

You both would deem this the perfect ultimate slumber party. And of course there will be many more to come even through all your adult years.

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Golden Hour Café

Length: 1.8k words

Genre: Fluff

Nmixx Kyujin x (G)-idle Soyeon x Male Reader

(Author's Note: Wrote this for a prompt thingy hosted by @woollypoison! Thenk yew ooly, it was very fun :] Also, using a different divider cuz I had formatting issues with the other one :> Enjoy!)

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The faint scent of roasted coffee beans wafts past your nostrils as you sweep the empty cafe. There’s no reason to—there hasn’t been any customers for the past couple hours—but it’s better than sitting around doing nothing, and your uncle will give you an earful if he catches you slacking off again. The summer sun casts long rays of golden light through the windows. It’s already hot enough even with the AC on blast, so you try to sweep around those areas.

Some song by The Beatles blasts through the speakers, echoing throughout the empty cafe. A favorite of your uncle’s, but not something you would ever listen to willingly. With the way Kyujin is bobbing her head as she wipes down the tables, it might become one of her favorites too. 

“Don’t tell me you actually like this song,” you mutter.

Your friend shrugs. “It’s kinda catchy.”

“It’s so… old, though.”

“Maybe I’m just an old soul.”

“Old soul?” you chuckle. “But you look like a—Ow.” She slaps your arm with a wet rag.

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.” Kyujin tries to glare, but it comes off more like an angry kitten rather than anything remotely threatening.

“Whatever.” You plop into one of the booths with a long sigh, dropping the broom at your feet. “So much for an opening day.”

Kyujin sits across from you, leaning her head on the table. “It wasn’t so bad. Five customers is pretty good for the first day.”

“Four,” you point out. “One of them was only here to use the bathroom.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but sinks into the table with a dejected sigh instead. “Just trying to be optimistic,” she mutters, voice muffled.

Your uncle waltzes in from the back, whistling along to the song. “Hey kiddos, how are we…” His voice falters as he sees the two of you sitting down, disheartened and exhausted. “C’mon, it’s just opening day. We’ll get more customers eventually,” he tries to cheer you up, but the uncertainty in his voice speaks louder than his words.

“I guess…” you utter.

“Yeah…” Kyujin adds.

You feel bad, but not for lack of trying. Your uncle spent months getting this cafe up and running, even quitting his old desk job so he could focus all his efforts on his real dream. It’s commendable, to say the least. You watched him put all his blood, sweat, and tears into this place—you just wish other people saw that too.

“Um, sir?” Kyujin asks, tentatively raising her hand.

“You don’t have to call me ‘sir’, Kyujin,” your uncle grins. “What’s up?”

“Do we… still get paid?” Your head shoots up at the thought of your first paycheck.

He sighs. “Yes, of course. Just not until the end of the week.”

You and Kyujin sink back into the leather cushions with a groan. You spent the entire day here, barely making a handful of drinks, and you have to do that four more times until you get paid? Working is a scam.

“Why don’t I go buy us some dinner while you two close up shop for today, huh?” your uncle offers. “What are we feeling? Pizza? Burgers? Chinese?”

Kyujin looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to choose. You stifle a smile as her wide eyes peer into yours. You almost forget to answer, too distracted by the way her eyes sparkle like the sun. “Uh, I’m fine with anything. You?” you ask her. Her lips curl into that giddy smile that never fails to make your heart flutter.

“Pizza, please!” she exclaims.

“Alright, I’ll be back in a few with some pizzas.” The door chime rings as your uncle makes his exit, leaving you two to close up shop. You run through the mental checklist in your mind, but considering you’ve done nothing but clean all day, most of the work is already done.

“Y’know, when the cafe gets busier, we’ll probably miss quiet days like these,” Kyujin comments as she stacks up the chairs.

“Maybe,” you shrug. “I’d much rather make drinks than pointlessly push the broom around for hours.”

She chuckles, her cheeks puffing up like marshmallows. For a moment, you imagine what it must feel like, pinching them in between your fingers. “Hey, at least your hands aren’t all clammy from that wash rag. If anything you got the easy job,” she says.

“Aww, you worried a little rag is gonna ruin your soft baby hands?” Kyujin suddenly attacks you with a flurry of slaps against your arm, but in all her fury, it just ends up tickling. “What are you doing? Stop!”

“Stop being mean!”

“I’m not being mean—”

The door chime jingles, and the two of you freeze. A woman with long black hair and dressed in a cool denim jacket stands in the doorway, eyeing the two of you oddly.

“Uh, are you still open?” she asks, gaze bouncing back and forth between you two.

“U-um, yes we are!” You quickly take down one of the chairs just for her while Kyujin scurries behind the counter.

“What would you like to drink, ma’am?” Kyujin asks in that customer service tone the two of you practiced last night.

“Just an iced americano,” the woman answers coolly.

“Coming right up!”

You join Kyujin behind the counter, both to help and so you don’t just stand around awkwardly. She grabs a plastic cup and shovels ice into it, the cubes clattering loudly. “Americanos are just espresso and water, right?” she whispers, glancing up at you.

“Yeah,” you answer. “You remember how to pull a shot?”

“Duh, I’m not you,” she smirks, twisting the portafilter into the espresso machine. You almost slap her arm, but stop yourself, not wanting to mess her up. Kyujin presses a button on the machine, causing it to hum to life before dripping liquid gold into the tiny glass underneath. 

She leans in, inspecting it closely. “Crema looks decent,” she mutters.

“Okay Gordon Ramsay, it’s not rocket science,” you tease.

“That doesn’t even make sense, he’s a chef, not a barista, stupid. Now move!” she hisses, waving you away as if she needs ample space just to pour espresso over ice cubes. She finishes it off with a splash of cold water, stirs the dark brown concoction with a spoon, and caps it off.

“One iced americano, for Miss, uh…” Kyujin blanks out.

“Soyeon. Thanks, kid,” she grins, taking the drink and bringing the straw to her lips. The two of you can’t help but watch in anticipation as she tastes the drink that the two of y— er, Kyujin made. “Not bad.”

You and Kyujin jump into each other’s arms, squealing and bouncing around in joy. Perhaps you hold onto her for a little too long or a little tightly, but if her laughter is any indication of things, she doesn’t seem to mind. After a long, boring day, it feels good to end on a win.

“Are you two dating or something?” Soyeon. chuckles, taking a seat near the counter. Kyujin suddenly scrambles off of you, her face turning pink like a sunburn.

“N-no! We’re not! Just friends!” she exclaims, waving her hands wildly in embarrassment.

“Y-yeah, just friends…” you echo, trying to mask the pain in your voice.

“Right…” Soyeon looks around the cafe, admiring the old time-y decorations that your uncle set up. “Is this place new? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before.”

“Yeah, we just opened today. My uncle owns the cafe,” you answer.

“Ooh, cool. Must be fun working with your girlfriend.”

“S-she’s not my—!”

“I know, I know, ‘just friends’,” she chuckles. “Pardon my teasing, I had a bunch of meetings and I’ve had to act serious all day.”

“I-its okay,” Kyujin assures her, still red in the face. “If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for work?”

“I’m an… artist,” Soyeon hesitates.

“Ooh, so you make music and stuff? That’s so cool!”

“Yeah, well, that’s what I’m supposed to be doing anyways.” The older woman lets out a long sigh, letting her jet black hair fall to the side. “These days, it feels like my job is to argue with old guys in suits just so I can make the music that I want to make.”

“Ah, I see…” Kyujin nods, feeling bad for accidentally dampening the mood.

“Are there any songs we might know from you?” you ask in an attempt to change the subject.

“Sorry kid, I really don’t wanna be rude, but I’d rather not talk about work right now,” Soyeon mutters.

“Ah, that rough, huh?”

“Yup.” She takes a long sip of her drink. “C’est la vie, I suppose.”

“Was that Spanish?” Kyujin whispers to you. “I barely passed Spanish.” You gently nudge her side, giving her an “I’ll tell you later” look.

“So, what about you two?” Soyeon asks. “Still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I see. There’s still hope in your eyes.” 

“We’re just working here for the summer until next semester starts,” you explain.

“Ah, the sweet simplicity of youth.” Soyeon shuts her eyes, rocking back and forth to the song playing through the speakers. “No rules, no expectations, just pure freedom. How wonderful.”

Kyujin shoots you a confused look, but all you can do is shrug in response, not quite understanding what’s going on. “U-uh, yeah, it’s pretty nice, I guess,” you utter nervously.

Soyeon opens her eyes and sighs before walking up to the counter and taking out her wallet. “Let me give you a tip.”

“Oh, thank you, that’s very ki—”

“Run wild, run free, break the law, but most importantly, have fun.” Soyeon drops a fat wad of cash into the tip jar before walking off, nearly bumping into your uncle as he returns with the pizzas. “I’ll see you around, kiddos.” Without turning around, she flashes a peace sign before disappearing around the corner.

“Who was that?” your uncle asks, confusion written all over his face.

“I have no idea, but I think I wanna be her when I grow up,” Kyujin says, eyes wide as she fans through our newly acquired stack of cash. Soyeon could’ve been a witch or an escaped convict or whatever, as long as she keeps giving you tips like these, you don’t mind having her as your first ever regular. 

“Do you think she’ll come back?” Kyujin asks as she finishes washing the dishes.

“Maybe,” you reply, wiping off the counters. “Seems like she liked the place. Almost like she… needed it, or something.” “Wow, how thoughtful of you,” she giggles, gently elbowing your side. You chuckle softly, charmed by the way her nose scrunches up whenever she laughs. If every day is just like this, cracking jokes in the pleasant atmosphere with Kyujin, then maybe the quiet days aren’t so bad after all.

[hobby1008]

Secret relationship

If you use a translator, the sentences may be strange.

kyujin x m reader

Tags: anal creampie,anal

You were happily married with your lovely wife.

A married life that others always envied..

Before she appeared,

Your wife's younger sister moved to Seoul for a new job, and she stayed with us until she found a house.

You tried not to pay attention to her, but your efforts were meaningless. She was so beautiful, sexy, and lovely when you met her while living in the same house.

She was more beautiful than your wife's appearance and body, and it made your cock tremble.

You tried hard to shake off these impure thoughts. You spent quality time with your wife, or when all the sisters were asleep. You went to her bedroom and masturbated using her as a source of nourishment.

But those methods only made you crave her more, and you wanted her more. Then, your wife happened to go on a business trip, and you had a chance to be alone with her.

You decided to put your plan into action without delay. We were eating like usual and sitting on the sofa watching TV, No, you were watching her, not TV.

Her beautiful face, her body up close, it was even more crazy, and your cock was shaking.

Then she suddenly leaned on your shoulder and looked up at you and said, “Oppa, it’s embarrassing to stare at me like that.” You were surprised at her words for a moment, but when you saw her expression, you started to get even more excited.

She looked up at you as if she knew everything. Her expression was the same as yours. A look full of lust, wanting you. You couldn’t help but kiss her when you saw her expression.

You started kissing her, caressing her cheek, and she returned the kiss, and our tongues entangled in a passionate dance. You lowered your hand and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her closer to me. She moaned in pleasure, and her hand went down to her groin, caressing your cock.

“I want you, Jang Gyu-jin.” “I want you too, brother-in-law.”

We moved to the bedroom, and you started to undress her. You kissed her ears, lips, breasts, stomach, pussy, and thighs, taking your time savoring every inch of her body. She squirmed and moaned happily at your touch, begging you to fuck her.

You spread her legs and started to lick her percy, and her moans got louder. You put your hand inside her and sucked her clit, and she was so tight, her fluids were coming out in huge amounts as if she wanted your cock so badly.

“Oppa ahhhh.” Gyu-jin moaned so loudly and squeezed your hand. “Oppa come now I want you please..” She said, guiding you towards her pussy.

But you weren’t done yet. You reached out and started to touch her ass, and she looked at you with a shocked face. You said while circling her asshole with your finger “Kyujin, it’s not right for me to fuck your pussy. But here, we can enjoy each other without any guilt.” Then she nodded with even more excited eyes, and she was tense at first, but relaxed as I started to push my finger inside her. You continued to lick her percy while fingering her ass, and she continued to cum.

You sat behind her and started to insert her asshole from behind in doggy style. She moaned and screamed as I pounded her asshole, and I could feel her getting wetter and wetter.

“Oppa, umm,., it’s so big.” Kyujin moaned loudly.

You gave her a moment to adjust and then said, “We want each other, so let’s enjoy it properly.” You continued to hit her hard and pull her hair hard and started to fuck her asshole indiscriminately.

“Yeah yeah, don’t stop fucking me!!” Gyujin screamed so loudly

You grabbed her ass and thrusted deeper and harder into her ass, and she screamed louder. You inserted her ass hard and fast, and she moaned and begged for more. You could feel her muscles tightening around your cock, and you knew you were going to cum soon.

She was fucking your cock and squirting a ton of fluid out of her pussy.

“Fuck, oppa, my ass feels so good, I want more,” Gyujin screamed loudly and begged.

“Oppa, just cum inside me, fill my ass with your cum!” Gyujin gasped in pleasure and screamed at you,

You ejaculated a ton of cum into her ass, and she gasped and panted like a dirty whore as she felt your cum.

Then you pulled out of her and looked at her. She turned her head and looked at you, saying, “There are only a few weeks left until my sister comes back. So let's have fun"

You lightly slapped her butt and said, "Then beg like a whore" She smiled at you and begged you, and we had a happy time until my wife came back.

[ghostieeeee]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Sullyoon X Fem!Reader

: After bumping into NMIXX's Sullyoon, Y/n can't help but find herself crushing over the girl. However, with this new interest comes just a few minor problems… and her bandmates, for one, are almost ready to throw her to the streets with how Y/n goes about getting her attention.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: starts-> 13. 01. 24

𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒: Whenever I can :)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: swearing, suicidal jokes, murder jokes, friendly bullying (more to be added)

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:[𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍][7/20 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃]

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒:

Itz iconic | NMIXXERS | others

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

Bullets and bazookas

Walking punching bag

With a cherry on top

Pretty tame

Again

[wonilye]

kingmaker | p.sh

MASTERLIST

As an assassin working for the Hwangs, you have proven your loyalty to your benefactors for more than a decade. But when Lady Hwang's plans for a rebellion land you in a bride selection for the Crown Prince, you find yourself at a loss. Unfamiliar with the ways of the gentry, your reliance on a previously unknown informant is your only source of hope. And yet, you learn very quickly that no one in high society can be trusted, including yourself. Because who else but you is there to assassinate the King?

➢ pairing — prince's attendant sunghoon x undercover assassin reader

➢ genre — sunghoon royalty au (sort of), angst, crossovers with various members of different groups (enhypen, itzy, skz, aespa, nmixx, ive, nwjns)

➢ status — ongoing

➢ warnings — graphic depictions of violence and blood, characters have pretty bad trauma, morally grey decision-making, social hierarchies, dynamics similar to slavery. if this were ao3 i’d say DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

➢ disclaimers - most characters are depicted as very manipulative, and there are themes that are not acceptable in today’s society. this is NOT meant to reflect the idols’ real-life personalities. this is a work of fiction! let's be clear i do NOT condone most of what's written here irl! don't try this at home.

➢ a/n — not my first rodeo but we die like it is💀 cross posted on ao3 n wattpad by the same names :D go check em out if u want

➢ chapters (updated every other sunday)

chapter I | chapter II | chapter III | chapter IV | chapter V | chapter VI

➢ taglist (open) via asks!

[ourdadai]

ᨳ̲ kyujin ( nmixx ) lockscreens

[the-roo-too]

home -> foreigners (lilyn)

clip one; the foreigners

“how about foreigners? it suits i think!” both you and lily glared at bae, who was the one to come up with that name.

“what is it, foreigners vs the locals?” you groaned and to no one’s surprise, the rest of nmixx (excluding lily) laughed at your misery.

“i think foreigners is a nice fit.” if stares could kill, haewon would’ve been destroyed by the oldest of the group at that moment. “stop staring at me, lily unnie! bae is right, you’re both our foreign members.”

clip two; lily’s lost the plot

no one will ever know how, but the youngest of nmixx, aka you, managed to bully lily into letting you be a part of one of her solo lives ‘lily’s lost the plot’.

when the live started, nswers could immediately notice the soft pout on the oldest lips and the wide grin on yours.

“‘why are you so pouty, unnie?’” lily read the comment out loud and playfully groaned, pointing at you. “this one right here desperately wanted to be here when we talk about ‘the greatest showman’.”

to support her words, you happily nodded your head along. “that’s right!”

‘omo, foreigners solo live!’

‘lily is so caring to y/n…’

‘how’d you get her to agree, y/n?’

you read that last comment and smiled, reaching out to give lily a quick hug. “lily unnie just loves me~!”

“she promised me she’ll get me eras tour tickets.”

‘lmao’

clip three; behind the cameras

kyujin and jiwoo were peacefully having a live in the dressing room. the problem with their location was that while technically they were the main stars of the live, the fans could clearly see a certain duo sleeping cuddled up behind them on one of the sofa’s.

“‘what’re y/nnie and lily unnie doing?’” jiwoo read the comment and turned around for a second to look at you and the other members. “they’re sleeping i guess.”

“yeah! i think y/nnie was tired in the van and unnie said she’ll take a nap with her?”

‘awh!’

‘they’re so cute :(((‘

‘little pookies hehe’

safe to say, foreigners was trending on twitter the next day.

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[princessmixx]

It’s finally the night! The NMIXX members are gonna make you theirs! Wait, but there’s 7 of them, and 1 of you.. how will this happen?! All their hard cocks can’t fit in your cunt! I guess it’ll have to be the old fashioned way.. taking you one by one..

After for what seems like HOURS, you sat on that ground, filled to the brim from front and back with warm cum. They must’ve filled you good, eh? I mean, you’re a little mess! Leaking on the ground and everything! But you’re now NMIXX’s little fucktoy, pet, etc. REMEMBER THAT!😠

[nswerlvr]

Jealousy Jealousy

Kyujin x !Fem Reader

The dorm was eerily quiet, save for the muted sound of the TV in the living room. Y/n was nestled into the corner of the couch, her blanket pulled tightly around her. The latest episode of Eunchae’s “Star Diary” was on, and despite her excitement earlier, Y/n now found herself sinking into a quiet unease.

The episode featured Eunchae’s recent experience at Music Bank, accompanied by Kyujin, Lily, and Sullyoon. As Y/n watched, she saw Kyujin and Eunchae share a candid and easy rapport. Their laughter seemed to echo around the room, amplifying the uncomfortable twist in Y/n’s chest.

In one segment, Eunchae’s cheerful voice came through the screen. “I’m so happy we’re catching up more now. We didn’t really text before, but it’s nice to be in touch.”

Kyujin’s response was warm and genuine. “Yeah, it’s been great. I missed these conversations. It’s like we’re getting back some time we lost.”

Y/n’s heart sank as she observed the easy camaraderie. The closeness between Kyujin and Eunchae seemed to cast a shadow over her own feelings. They had always shared a special connection, but seeing it now with someone else made her feel sidelined.

As the show progressed, Y/n’s discomfort grew. Each shared smile and friendly exchange between Kyujin and Eunchae felt like a reminder of the space Y/n feared was growing between them. By the end of the episode, Y/n was fighting back tears, feeling a pang of loneliness.

---

Later that night, Haewon entered the room to find Y/n sitting alone in the dim light, her eyes red from crying. Haewon’s concern was immediate as she sat beside Y/n and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“What’s up?” Haewon asked gently, her tone filled with empathy.

Y/n’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I watched Eunchae’s show. Seeing how close she and Kyujin are, it made me feel like I’m not as important to Kyujin anymore. It’s like I’m just… fading into the background.”

Haewon’s expression softened as she wrapped her arm around Y/n. “I understand how you’re feeling. It’s tough to see someone you care about growing close with someone else. But you need to know that Kyujin’s friendship with Eunchae doesn’t change how she feels about you.”

“But what if she starts to prefer Eunchae’s company over mine?” Y/n’s voice cracked with emotion.

Haewon shook her head, her tone firm but kind. “Kyujin values you so much. Her friendship with Eunchae is important, but it doesn’t diminish what you two have. You’re her girlfriend, and that’s something she treasures deeply.”

Y/n looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. “Do you really believe that?”

“I know it,” Haewon said softly. “Kyujin loves you. She’s not going to replace you or the bond you share. You’re special to her, and that won’t change.”

Y/n wiped her eyes, feeling a flicker of hope. “Thank you, unnie. I needed to hear that.”

Haewon gave her a reassuring squeeze. “Anytime. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

---

Later, as Y/n and Kyujin lay together in their room, Y/n found herself unable to shake the lingering sadness. Kyujin’s gentle presence next to her was comforting, but Y/n still felt a pang of uncertainty.

Kyujin noticed Y/n’s quiet demeanor and reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from Y/n’s face. “You seem off tonight. Is everything okay?”

Y/n hesitated before speaking, her voice soft and vulnerable. “I’m just feeling a bit down. Watching Eunchae’s show made me realize how much I’ve missed talking with you like that.”

Kyujin’s eyes softened with understanding. She wrapped an arm around Y/n, pulling her closer. “I’m sorry if I made you feel left out. I didn’t mean to.”

Y/n nestled into Kyujin’s side, feeling the warmth of her embrace. “It’s not just that. It’s like seeing you and Eunchae so close made me worry that I’m not as important to you anymore.”

Kyujin looked at Y/n, her expression full of sincerity. “You’re incredibly important to me. My friendship with Eunchae doesn’t change how I feel about you. We have something really special, and that’s not going anywhere.”

Y/n’s tears began to fade as she listened to Kyujin’s reassuring words. “Thank you for saying that. I guess I needed to hear it.”

Kyujin kissed the top of Y/n’s head gently. “I’m always here for you. No matter what.”

[nnswersfilmz]

☆ hello everybody! my name is rei. 9teen. black. voiceover person. nmixx + young posse enthusiast

SOCIALS

insta: nnswersfilmz // discord: nnswersfilmz // tiktok: nnswersfilmz // youtube: nnswersfilmz

MASTERLIST

[kyullies]

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hi mls! vienna is back! i had to make this new account because my damn email got deleted and my I can’t log back in my account (princessmixx). 😢 but it’s honestly okay tho..because I reblogged some of my other works from that account to here. anyway, here’s all my other works besides daily nmixx smuts!

what’s mainly on here? NMIXX! (nswer for life motherfuckers.)

what do I mainly write? in my freetime i js write some random nmixx x f!reader daily smut.

Nights With Nmixx ::

Here’s what’s happening.. you and NMIXX are all together in one whole house for a few weeks.. but can you survive 7 girls without being pounded silly and tossed like a blunt? The answer is no! 😿

night 1: lily

night 2: kyujin

night 3:

night 4:

night 5:

night 6:

night 7:

night 8:

Other Works:

lily: boss’ little girl

haewon: midas touch ft. lily

sullyoon:

jinni:

bae: sugar rush

jiwoo:

kyujin: