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ne0mile · 12 days ago

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troubled waters | mark lee

synopsis: mark liked thinking his daughter was a literal angel baby, which was totally true and it was proven to him countless times before — so just why did he get a sudden phone call talking about his daughter's behaviour?

pairing: girl dad!mark x female!reader

genre: fluff, domesticity, marriage!au, suggestive

word count: 3.1k

contains: daughter doesn't have a name, but he calls her "cookie". kids are mean and ruthless, mentions of micro bullying. serious talks, fluff.

author's note: we're so back my babies!!!! missed dad!mark a lot (°¯᷄◠¯᷅°) a huge thank you to the beautiful anon who suggested this idea, even if it took me some time to get to it, but im finally delivering it </3 mark in this one???? i need him so bad. MEELINGS HOURS ARE OPEN! not proofread (yet) <3

more dad!mark & cookie: MASTERLIST 🍪

Mark plays with his pen, the same automatic motion he does when he’s not mentally in the room anymore.

Today’s morning briefing is atrocious, long, and now useless. The whole team is here, sitting around the table, dragging this meeting like they have nothing else better to do. Maybe that’s the point, Mark thinks, maybe they’re dragging it because they don’t want to go back to their desks.

With everything discussed, decisions taken, a few manuscripts examined and read through, Mark feels like he’s being held hostage. Sure, he doesn’t have anything else to do at his desk either, only a last chapter to copy edit before sending it over to the team’s proofreaders, so he’d take his sweet time working on it, maybe he’d even call you — ask you how your day has been so far, what are you planning to have for lunch in about an hour or so, ask you if you’d like to go out for dinner tonight, instead of staying in.

His phone buzzes on the huge table, snatching him out of his thoughts. He silences the call, not able to pick up, at least not right now, and his eyes stay glued to the screen, wondering who the unknown caller might be.

He doesn’t think about it for too long, deciding he’ll call back as soon as the meeting is over in about ten minutes.

But then his phone buzzes again, and this time you’re the one popping on his screen. Were you thinking of him just as much as he was thinking of you? He really wants to take you out tonight, and this wouldn’t be the first time you call each other just when one of you is thinking of the other, like you’re telepathically tied.

And even if he made sure to silence your call as well, his eyes linger on the screen of his phone, looking at your picture, and he wonders why you’re so persistent.

Usually, when either one of you calls, and the other one doesn’t pick up, you stop and hang up. But now his phone keeps buzzing, and he wonders if everything’s alright.

The call goes unanswered, and Mark is finally able to breathe a sigh of relief when his boss decides to wrap up the meeting.

Fucking finally, Mark thinks to himself as he puts his pens away, grabbing his notebook, coffee, and phone before bidding everyone goodbye and making a quick exit towards his own office.

He calls you, but the call doesn’t go through, and he dials your number two more times before he decides he’ll do it again in a few minutes.

Until then, he decides he’ll call the unknown number, just to check what this is about. After all, he can just hang up the call anytime.

The dialling tone rings three times in his ear, before someone picks it up, “Hello, this is Mark Lee,” he rasps, scribbling down on a piece of paper at his desk, “You called earlier,”

“Good morning, Mr Lee,” a female voice greets him, “This is Mrs Kang, your daughter’s teacher,”

Mark’s breath gets stuck in his throat at the mention of his daughter.

“Is everything alright, Mrs Kang?” He asks before the woman can say anything else. Just the thought of something bad happening to Cookie has him standing to his feet, ready to grab all of his things and leave the office.

“That’s why I’m calling,” she explains calmly, but Mark is anything but calm right now, “There’s been a… situation involving your daughter,” she pauses and clears her throat, “I already called your wife, and she’s on the way here. It would mean a lot if you could make it as well, so we could all have a talk,”

“I- Of course!” He stutters, not knowing what to grab first — car keys, jacket, bag. “I’ll be there as fast as I can,”

What just happened? How is this possible? Mrs Kang didn’t outright say that Cookie was hurt, but Mark’s stomach drops nonetheless. Did someone hurt her? Did she perhaps fall and hurt herself? Mark’s mind runs a mile an hour trying to sort through his thoughts.

Thankfully the car’s parked outside, and by the time he reaches it he can’t help but think of you, about how you insisted you’ll be taking the subway today and that he should take the car instead. That’s probably where you are right now, and the reason you were not picking up earlier was the lack of signal as you made your way to reach your daughter.

And your daughter… this isn’t an easy situation, given the fact that they called both you and Mark in.

He doesn’t know how he manages to reach your daughter’s preschool — because his mind was anywhere else but the road and the speed limits, — but he does, and he trots inside in just a few seconds.

He spots you talking to the teacher in the entry hallway, “I’m here, I’m here!” He announces, catching his breath, “What’s going on?”

Mrs Kang asks you to follow her, and you do, without asking further questions. Mark can see the uneasiness on your face, how not knowing the gravity of this situation is affecting you.

“We didn’t mean to sound alarming on the phone,” she sits down at the table in the teachers’ room, with you and Mark sitting across from her, “But we don’t encourage this kind of behaviour and we’re sure you don’t either,”

“I’m sorry, but can tell us what exactly happened?” You interrupt her, and Mark recognises you don’t like how she’s stalling.

“Earlier today, your daughter pushed and bit one of her classmates,” she finally exhales, like that was the most difficult thing she had to say in her entire life.

“What?” Mark doesn’t even realise he’s speaking up, voice high in pitch, “Our daughter did what?” He touches his chest, full of disbelief.

Your daughter? Cookie? This has to be a mistake. His Cookie?

“We’re not sure what happened, what caused her behaviour. She wouldn’t talk to us, so we were hoping she’d communicate with you, that’s why we called you in today,” she gesticulates around, pointing her hands towards you, and it’s too much for Mark’s liking, “Maybe you can take her home for the day,” she concludes, but it comes out more as a question.

She stands to her feet, and so do you and Mark, seeing as she’s walking around the table and towards the door.

Mark throws you a look, eyebrows furrowed as he mouths “What’s going on?”

You shrug, shaking your head at him, just as appalled about the whole situation as he is.

Mrs Kang takes the two of you to a separate room, and you see your daughter playing by herself at one of the small and coloured tables, and judging by the apathy of her movements, you know she’s not feeling well.

Mark’s heart breaks, because while his daughter was certainly in the wrong for recurring to such behaviour, the way she’s all alone and sad right now it’s making him almost tear up, a lump that’s hard to gulp away already set in his throat.

“Hi, sweet Cookie!” Mark is the first to speak when she doesn’t notice you walking in.

“Daddy!” She breathes, almost on the verge of crying, and she runs towards her daddy.

Mark crouches down, waiting with his arms open, and she throws herself at him as if she was literally flying. You’re by the door, talking with the teacher about the situation, at peace knowing that your daughter is now in her daddy’s arms.

“What happened, Cookie?” Mark rubs her small back as she finds refuge by sticking her head in the crook of his neck, “Wanna tell daddy what happened?” He tries again, but Cookie shakes her head, and her small fists grab at his jacket so tight that Mark wonders if it’s hurting her fingers.

And Mark takes her into his arms, walking towards you and Mrs Kang, who you bid goodbye shortly after, but Cookie stays silent — forehead sticking to the skin of Mark’s neck.

And it seems like your daughter adopts the silent treatment for the rest of ride home, and for the rest of the day as well.

Neither you nor Mark have ever experienced such quietness when it comes to your daughter. Of course, she’s behaved and calm, but she’s also at the age when everything happening around herself gets a question out of her, directed at one — or both — of you. And now it’s quiet, and the silence feels heavy.

Feels heavy on you, because you want to talk to Mark about everything happening, and you want your daughter to explain herself. Feels heavy on Mark, because he wants to talk to you, and he’d rather your daughter chewed his ears off instead of sitting quietly in the backseat. And most importantly, feels heavy on Cookie, and both you and Mark can see she’s distraught, so you know she behaved the way she did because something happened.

You don’t go back to work, both you and Mark take the remainder of the day off, with you wrapping up your work in Mark’s office, and him spending time with Cookie, watching the Grinch together on the big tv in the living room, and Mark’s heart literally breaks in his chest when the usual lines don’t get a giggle out of his daughter, like they would usually do.

You join them just in time for Beauty and the Beast, which is Cookie’s favourite princess film.

You try talking to her, “Can you tell mommy why you’re upset, Cookie?”

But she ignores you, playing with her little toes as she sits in-between you and Mark on the big couch, straight up giving you the silent treatment. Yet you let her be, knowing that she’s acting this way because she’s sad, embarrassed of the way the behaved and that her parents were called in because of her behaviour.

You don’t need her to tell you all this, because being in a relationship with Mark for so many years, you know this is exactly how he behaves, and truth be told, she’s all her daddy.

You pat her head, inviting her to rest her head on your lap as the film starts, and she stretches her legs on top of Mark’s lap like she usually does. You and Mark exchange looks and nod to each other, sealing a silent promise that you’ll need to talk later.

You even take her out for dinner, like Mark had planned, but instead of going to a restaurant, you take her to McDonald’s — in an attempt to cheer her up a little. Attempt that fails miserably as she doesn’t even touch the toy she got form her Happy Meal.

“What the hell happened today?” Mark says as soon as he enters your shared bedroom, after putting Cookie to sleep.

You’re freshly out the shower, searching for a new pair of pyjamas as he plops on the bed.

“Did she talk to you?” You inquire, hoping that time spent with Mark before bed actually made her open up.

“No!” He sighs exhausted, “She didn’t even ask for a bedtime story tonight,” His voice cracks as he looks at you, “Only wanted pats and kisses,”

“What do you think happened,” you ask, standing in front of his sitting figure, “Do you think she was bullied?”

“By whom?” He raises his eyebrows at you, surprised by your suggestion, “Wouldn’t Mrs Kang know if that was going on?”

“Mark,” your tone is serious, trying to get his attention, “Mrs Kang couldn’t tell us what happened for our daughter to behave this way, and you think she’d notice the small things going between twenty children?”

You’re right, Mark knows this too, but he just can’t understand why would other four years olds bully his own four year old.

“She needs to learn how to talk to us,” you speak up, biting your lip out of worries, “We need to be her safe space,”

Mark nods immediately, “How do we do it? I thought we were doing a great job and that she knew she could always talk to us!”

“I know, I know,” you sigh, patting his cheeks as he looks up at you. “Maybe she should stay home tomorrow, to allow her to get out of this state. I’ll take the day off,” you suggest, knowing that a day with no school is going to make her at least a bit more happy.

“No, don’t worry,” Mark speaks, hugging your middle, “I can stay home with her, maybe I can get her to talk to me,” he suggests, pulling you towards himself, puckering his lips so you can give him a kiss.

And that’s what you do. You go to work, Mark stays at home, has a late breakfast with Cookie, and they spend the whole day having fun together. Cookie starts behaving like her usual self, although she seems to be clinging to Mark even more than before, as if possible. Yet she doesn’t say a word when Mark tries to get her to open up about the day before and what had happened.

The following days are peaceful, with Cookie back to preschool, and she seems to be doing fine. You and Mark agreed to let it go for the time being, promising you’ll try again in the following days, knowing that with time she’ll feel secure and she’ll open up to you.

And it’s just a new, peaceful day, that Mark spends at home writing. Coffee placed next to his macbook, his notes and favourite pen gels right next to his right hand so he can write his thoughts and ideas down easily, and his phone buzzes.

It’s you, and it bring Mark a giddy smile, “What’s up, baby,” he rasps into the phone.

“It happened again, Mark,” you sigh into the phone, tone worried, “They called me over, but I’m in the middle of a meeting,”

“I’ll pick her up and call you as soon as I find out what happened,” he jumps off his chair, and doesn’t even know how he gets his jeans and sweater on before leaving the house.

His chest heaves with nerves, head flooded with worries, because he knows this isn’t Cookie’s fault, but at the same time he doesn’t know how to get her to talk.

And exactly like last time, Mrs Kang has no idea what happened and why your daughter acted this way. Mark can barely contain himself from starting an argument with her, ready to point the finger and tell her that his kid does not behave this way out of habit, that something is obviously triggering her, and that maybe she’s not doing her job paying attention to the kids as much as she should.

But Mark refrains, because he knows that when it comes to his family’s wellbeing he can be hotheaded, and he leaves with Cookie in his arms once again.

He pats her, he lulls her, he squeezes her to his chest all the way home, reminding her that she’s safe with daddy as he feels her crying and sniffling in the crook of his neck. His heart breaks, and he knows he can’t wait some more days to get her to speak.

“Cookie, listen to daddy,” he says as soon as they get back home. He sits on the couch and calls her over, which she does, and Mark touches her arms to ground her. “You need to talk to daddy, otherwise I don’t know how to help you and make it better,”

He sees her averting her gaze, shyly, just like she does every time she feels conflicted, right before opening up.

“Can you tell me what happened, so daddy can help you?” He tries again, and he’s determined to make her talk one way or another. He won’t be given the silent treatment again, absolutely the fuck not. Not when his child is so distressed, not when his child is so fearful — possibly because of other four year olds.

Her eyes brim with tears, and her bottom lip quivers, “Lisa said you and mommy will have a baby,”

What? Who the fuck is Lisa and why does she go around talking this amount of shit?

Cookie is now crying, remembering her classmate and her words, “She said you’ll love the baby more than me,” she’s full on sobbing, and she jumps into Mark’s arms looking for refuge.

Turns out this kid, Lisa, terrorised your daughter for a few weeks, lying to her and telling her that her daddy will love the baby more than her. And Mark thinks this is such a silly thing to cry over, but then remembers this is a bunch of very impressionable four year olds, and that his daughter is very attached to both of you, but draws the line when it comes to her daddy.

And Mark’s heart breaks once again, thinking of his little girl and the panic and distress she’s gone through, thinking her daddy will love her less. You and Mark talked about this before, about having another child, and Mark made it clear that he only needs Cookie, — but if it happens, it happens. Now he’s even more sure that a family of three is all you’re meant to be, no more kids, but maybe pets — because he knows that if Cookie asked for a kitten, he’d give in on the spot.

“Cookie! My sweet, sweet Cookie!” He babies her, lulling her in his arms, “Daddy loves you so much! You’re my little girl, and nothing will change this!” He reassures her, kissing every available spot on her face.

Tears and snot, it doesn’t really matter. This is his child, and nothing will ever stop him from comforting her.

“You need to come talk to mommy and daddy when this happens, okay? How can we help you if we don’t know, if you don’t talk to us?” He confronts her gently, trying to make her understand that talking to you is the best thing she can do, now and forever from now on.

“We told you to just be yourself, always listen to mommy and daddy. Don’t listen to your friends, just remember what we told you so many times before,” Mark squeezes her in his arms, thinking that he’d squish her inside his chest if he physically could.

“Mommy and daddy love you so, so much, Cookie!” And everything seems peaceful once again.

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ne0mile · 12 days ago

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ovulating

bf!jaemin x f!reader

word count:

warnings: smut !MDNI!, pwp, sweat, overstimulation, oral (m!receiving), prob unrealistic number of rounds, unprotected sex :/, not proofread

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Jaemin walks through the front door, muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat from his workout session. Kicking off his sneakers by the entrance, he hangs his bag on the coat rack and runs a hand through his damp hair, exhaling deeply.

When he finally gets to the living, you’re right where he left you, more than two hours ago. You lie lazily on the couch, curled up under a lazy blanket, watching TV.

That causes Jaemin to chuckle. “My poor baby… Still snuggling on the couch…” He coos, the sound of his voice getting your attention. You don’t move, but the sight of Jaemin in his gym clothes, all sweaty, wakes something inside of you.

The reason why you’ve been watching TV all day is because it’s that other time of the month. You’re ovulating and don’t feel like doing anything. Except now Jaemin is back, and all you can see is his bulging arms.

Blinking away the sleepiness, you sit up slightly, the blanket falling from your shoulders. “Mmm, looks like you had a good workout…” You mumble, rubbing your left eye.

Jaemin plumps down on the couch next to you with an exaggerated sigh. Leaning down, he kisses your pouty lips and whispers: “I missed you, baby.”

Your lips chase after his when he pulls away, desperate for more. His scent is hypnotizing, and the sight of him... is breathtaking. Caramel hair dishevelled from effort and abs visible through his damp shirt, it is just too much.

Ignoring the way you’re undressing him with your eyes, Jaemin strokes your hair, pushing messy strands out of your face, lovingly. “I’m gonna take a shower, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“You will?” There’s a sense of distress in your eyes when you suddenly sit up to grab his wrist. Can’t he see what he is doing to you?

He cracks a smile and retorts: “What? Do you want me to stay like that? I stink!” You pout, nuzzling your face against his chest. “I think you smell good…”

“Wow, you’re definitely out of your mind, girl.” Taking advantage of the moment, you bring your hand to his chest, slowly grazing down his buff upper body while he speaks. He’s still clothed in his tight black shirt, but you can feel the heat radiating off his skin through the elastic fabric.

Jaemin is a bit taken back by your fingers tracing down his muscles. Your touch sends a shiver of delight through him and he can’t help but grin. “What has gotten into you? You’re so clingy today.”

You look up at him with pleading eyes, full of admiration. “It’s just… you smell so good.” Hiding your face in the crook of his neck, you inhale and hold his body close to yours. A smile spreads across Jaemin’s face as he feels your breasts pushing against his chest.

“Aren’t you worried about getting sweaty yourself, babe?” He asks, fake worry woven into his words, as he squeezes the plump flesh of your ass.

You let out a sigh of pleasure, nuzzling your face further into his neck. Letting your hands roam over his broad back and shoulders, you relish in the feeling of his powerful muscles under your fingertips.

“We can take a shower together after…” You mumble, knowing you had no intention to shower any time soon. You felt so safe, loved and horny in his arms, there was no way you would let him get away so quickly.

Jaemin pulls away just a bit, enough to look straight into your eyes. “Yn, what is it?” Oh, the eye contact is driving you mad. You could eat him alive.

Your lips part as you pant softly, your eyes hazy with lust as you stare into your boyfriend’s. “I don’t know… I just feel so…” You slide up your hands to his shoulders, fingers digging into the tense muscles. You pull him closer, pressing your bodies together once more and whisper in his ear: “I want you so badly, Jaemin. Right now, please.”

You feel your core throbbing with a surge of desire when he pulls back to look deeply into your eyes and then your lips. In one swift movement, he grabs the back of your thighs, making you straddle his lap. One hand is on your hip and the other grips the back of your neck possessively.

“Say it again.” He orders, his hot breath mingling with yours. “I want you, please.” You comply with a roll of your hips. His growing hard-on strains against his sweatpants, pressing against you.

Leaning in, you capture his lips in a searing kiss, your lips moving demandingly against his. Your tongue delves past his lips to intertwine with his. The kiss is so passionate, that both of you will soon be out of breath, but none is ready to pull away. You lick and bite at his mouth, desperate to have all of him.

“You’re so needy, princess… Riling me up like that…” Jaemin just loves to talk during these moments. Usually, you would answer him, and indulge in, but today, as your lips are crashing together, it’s like your ears are ringing.

You grind harder against his crotch, trying to ease the ache in your lower belly. Your boyfriend is and has always been attentive to your needs, always concerned with your pleasure first. Jaemin wouldn’t leave you like that.

As his tongue enters your mouth in search of yours, he slides his hand into your shorts, kindly offering his palm for you to rut against. His length is throbbing urgently beneath the confines of his gym shorts, but when his girl is so eager to be touched, he can wait.

He parts your lips to expose your entrance to his gentle but burning touch and a mewl escapes you into his mouth. Jaemin’s fingers glide against your soaked slit, gathering the wetness that is leaking from your core.

You break the kiss with a gasp, your head falling back as his thumb finds your throbbing clit. Grinding your hips hard against his hand, you rub the sensitive nub against his calloused pad, jolts of electricity coursing through your body.

“Oh god!” You cry out, your voice high and breathy. “Please, more. I need more.” It sounds almost commanding this time, and Jaemin, obedient as ever, delves deeper into you. His long fingers sink knuckle-deep into your clutching heat. Your breath hitches, but your slick walls draw him in further, fluttering and squeezing around his fingers.

“You’re so wet, baby.” He murmurs approvingly. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes: are glazed already. It’s hard to believe he’s the one doing all the work here. “I can’t wait to be inside you for real.” He punctuates his words by slowly pumping his finger in and out of your dripping cunt, his thumb continuing to circle and tease your throbbing clit.

“Then don’t make me wait any longer.” Jaemin can’t help but chuckle when your voice comes out hoarse and you try to tug at his gym shorts. He shouldn’t enjoy seeing you so desperate, but there was something about the roles being reversed that made him feel a little giddy.

You gasp when Jaemin flips you over, laying you on your back on the couch, your body splayed out beneath his. Lifting your hips, you allow Jaemin to tug your shorts and damp panties down your thighs and off your feet. “Need you… Please, hurry!” You whine, your core quivering with anticipation.

Jaemin stares at your spreading legs. He should do something, give you what you want. But it’s like he is mesmerizedby the sight. You reach down to spread your glistening folds with your fingers, exposing yourself even more to his hungry gaze. Your other hand comes up to paw at his chest, your nails raking over the fabric of his tight shirt.

Finally putting an end to the agonising wait, Jaemin stands up and sheds his gym shorts. His throbbing erection springs up and slaps against his toned lower belly. You lick your lips, your eyes riveted to his engorged, thick shaft.

With your heart racing, you grab the hem of your top, thinking you might as well do everything in your power to invite him in more. You quickly pull the fabric over your head and toss it aside, your breasts bouncing free.

He settles himself back between your legs, his pulsing cock hovering over your needy entrance. Heat radiates off Jaemin’s entire body, his shaft twitching with the urge to plunge deep into you. Your thighs tremble and your toes curl in anticipation, slick folds clenching hungrily around nothing.

Jaemin lines up against your core and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, your hips bucking up involuntarily. With a low groan, he finally sinks into you in one smooth, deep thrust. Your back arches off the couch as he fills you completely, the stretch deliciously relieving. His breath comes out ragged against your neck, his muscles trembling with restraint.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, his voice rough with need. His hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pulls back slowly, only to slam back in with a sharp snap of his hips.

A broken moan tears from your throat, your nails scraping down his back as he sets a slow but steady pace. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, your walls fluttering around him in desperate rhythm.

Jaemin leans down to capture your lips again, his kiss messy and hungry. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” he murmurs against your mouth. Your breath comes in shallow gasps, your body trembling beneath him as he moves with agonizing precision. Every drag of his cock inside you has your toes curling, your thighs clamping around his waist to pull him deeper.

“Jaemin–ah! P-please,” you whine, your voice breaking as he teases you with that torturously slow pace. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging desperately. “Faster… Harder, I need—fuck, more! I need more!”

A chuckle rumbles in his chest, his hips rolling against yours in a way that makes you see stars. “You’re so fucking greedy,” he murmurs, but the way his grip tightens on your hips betrays his own unravelling control. “Can’t even wait for me to fuck you properly, huh?”

You shake your head frantically, your back arching off the couch as he finally gives in, slamming into you with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. The moment he picks up speed, you become a sobbing, pleading mess, your nails raking down his shoulders as he pounds into you with relentless strokes. Overstimulated and dizzy with pleasure, you babble his name over and over, your walls clenching around him in tight, fluttering spasms.

“That’s it, squeeze me just like that, princess” Jaemin groans, his voice raw. His thrusts turn erratic, his own release building as he grinds into you with bruising intensity. “Fuck, I’m close…” His rhythm stutters, his hips jerking erratically and his jaw is tight as he speaks.

"Already?" you pant, your voice dripping with disbelief and desperation. Your body is still thrumming with need, every nerve alight with hunger. “Shit, baby,” he rasps, lifting his head to meet your desperate gaze as he buries himself deep inside you.

Jaemin’s release only stokes the fire inside you, your hips rolling shamelessly against him, chasing your own peak. But it’s not enough. His chest heaves as he pulls out, his cock still twitching as he tries to catch his breath.

You don’t even let him do that, though. With a frustrated whine, you push against his chest, flipping him onto his back with surprising strength. Jaemin lets out a startled laugh, but it quickly turns into a groan as you sink back down onto him, his cock still hard enough to make you gasp.

“Fuck…so impatient,” he mutters, but his hands immediately grip your waist, thumbs brushing over your warm skin as you start to move. “Can’t even let me have a break.”

“You didn’t finish what you started,” you pant, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles, relishing the way his breath hitches. His abs flex beneath you, his grip tightening as you grind down, taking exactly what you need.

Jaemin’s smirk falters, his head falling back against the couch as you ride him, your nails scraping down his chest. “Oh fuck… you’re gonna kill me,” he grits out, but his hips buck up to meet yours, his body already responding despite his earlier release.

You lean forward, pressing your lips to his ear. “Told you I was needy,” you whisper, before slamming down on him hard. His groan is loud, unfiltered, his fingers digging into your ass as you take control, chasing your own pleasure with ruthless precision. Every bounce of your hips sends sparks through your veins, the coil in your stomach tightening more and more.

But it’s still not enough. “Jaemin,” Your voice is a whimper, your thighs trembling as you clench around him, desperate for release. “I need…fuck, I need more!”

He curses under his breath, his cock twitching inside you as the overstimulation burns through him. “Shit, baby, you’resqueezing me so tight… Fuck, you really wanted me that bad, huh?” His voice is rough and wrecked, his hands sliding up to grip your hips as you grind down harder. You nod frantically, your nails biting into his shoulders. “Can’t help it… need you, need you–”

Jaemin groans, his body arching beneath you as you take him deeper, your movements growing erratic. His cock is still sensitive from his last orgasm, every drag of your walls sending jolts of pleasure-pain through him, but he doesn’t stop you–couldn’t even if he wanted to.

“Fuck, you’re gonna milk me dry, babe,” he rasps, his fingers pressing into your skin as you ride him toward your ownclimax. You don’t answer, too lost in the heat coiling low in your belly, the way his cock fills you just right, the way his breathy curses spur you on. And when you finally shatter, clenching around him with a broken cry, Jaemin’s grip turns bruising, his own release wrenched from him again, his body trembling beneath yours.

“Oh my god,” he gasps, his head falling back as you collapse against him, both of you a mess of sweat and shaky limbs. You nuzzle into his neck, still humming with satisfaction, and he lets out a weak chuckle.

Jaemin's chest rises and falls heavily beneath you, his skin slick with sweat as he tries to catch his breath. But you'realready shifting, your fingers trailing down his torso, nails scraping lightly over his abs.

He’s still sensitive, still twitching from the aftershocks. His eyes snap open when your hand dips lower, wrapping around him before he's even fully soft.

"God–" His voice cracks, hips jerking involuntarily as you stroke him, slow and teasing. "You're fucking relentless."You hum, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "You love it."

He groans, fingers tangling in your hair as you slide down his body, your tongue flicking over the head of his cock just to hear him curse. His thighs tense, his cock already filling out again in your palm. You smirk against his skin. "Look at that... still so eager for me."

Jaemin's grip tightens involuntarily, his breath coming in ragged bursts. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, but his hips lift off the couch, chasing your touch.

You take him into your mouth, swallowing him down until his thighs tremble, a broken moan tearing from his lips. His cock throbs against your tongue, still oversensitive, but you don't let go, sucking hard, hollowing your cheeks, your fingers digging into his hips to keep him still as he tries to thrust up.

"Wait-fuck, wait–" His voice is strained, his abs flexing as he fights the tension coiling low in his gut. "I can't…not again, so soon…" You pull off with a wet pop, licking your lips. "You can," you murmur, crawling back up his body."And you will."

Jaemin's eyes are dark, his pupils blown as you straddle him again, sinking down in one smooth motion. He hisses, his fingers biting into your waist, but you don't give him time to adjust. You roll your hips, slow and deep, relishing the way his breath stutters.

"You feel so good," you sigh, arching your back as you take him, setting your own pace. "Always so perfect for me."Jaemin groans in half frustration, half surrender, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. "You're gonna ruin me," he grits out.

Overwhelmed with pleasure and probably out of his mind at this point, Jaemin flips you onto your back in one swift motion, pinning your wrists above your head. His mouth crashes into yours, hot and demanding, his cock driving into you with a sharp thrust that punches a moan from your throat."You want more?" he rasps, his voice rough with exertion.

You whimper, arching beneath him, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of your last climax. "Yes, yes, please…" Jaemin groans, his forehead dropping to yours as he fucks into you with slow, deep strokes, each one dragging a broken sound from your lips. "Fuck, you're insatiable," he growls his hips stuttering as your walls flutter around him.

Soon, his thrusts grow uneven, as pleasure winds tight in his gut again. You clench around him, greedy, and desperate and Jaemin curses, his grip on your wrists tightening as he buries himself to the hilt with a shuddering groan.

His voice cracks as he cums, his body trembling above you, his release wringing another orgasm from your oversensitive nerves. You cry out, nails digging into his palms, your vision whiting out as pleasure crashes over you in waves.

Jaemin collapses onto you, his breath hot and ragged against your neck as he struggles to come down from his high. His body is heavy, trembling with exhaustion, but you’re still thrumming with restless need, your fingers tracing idle patterns down his sweat-slicked spine.

You’d lost count of how many times you’d come already, but the ache between your thighs hadn’t dulled. If anything, it burned hotter, your body demanding more. Jaemin’s hips twitch when you roll yours experimentally beneath him. He looks utterly spent, his chest heaving, cheeks flushed deep pink, sweat-slicked hair sticking to his forehead. But the way his cock stirs weakly against your thigh tells you he’s not completely done yet.

"’M so sorry, baby," you whimper, not sounding sorry at all as you slide your hands down to grip his waist. With a firm push, you flip him onto his back, straddling him once more before he can protest. His breath hitches as you sink downon him again, his oversensitive nerves lighting up at the sudden friction. "But I need you… Nngh… Need you so bad!"

Jaemin’s head falls back against the pillows, a broken moan tearing from his throat as you ride him with desperate, rolling movements. His hands scramble for purchase on your hips, but his grip is weak, and his muscles limp with exhaustion. He tries–god, he tries–to meet your thrusts, but his hips stutter uselessly, his body too wrung out to keep up.

His eyes were glazed over, pupils blown so wide they nearly swallowed the brown, his lips parted around ragged, punched-out moans. He looks wrecked, like he is floating somewhere beyond pleasure, teetering on the edge of too much.

“B-baby…” he calls weakly, his voice thready, barely audible over the slick sounds of your bodies moving together.

You slow down your pace, concern flickering through the haze of your need. Leaning down, you brush his damp hair back, studying his dazed expression. “Are you good?” you ask, a pinch of stress in your voice. Maybe you pushed him too far?

Jaemin blinks up at you, slow and hazy, before a lazy, blissed-out smile tugged at his swollen lips. “Yeah… Feels so good…” he slurs, his hips giving another feeble twitch. “Just… fuck, keep going… I’m all yours.”

Relief and affection flood you, mixing with the relentless throb of your arousal. You kiss him softly, before sitting back up, grinding down in slow circles. Jaemin whimpers, his back arching off the bed, but his hands find your waist again, clinging like he never wanted to let go. Even as his body trembled beneath you, utterly spent but still so willing to give you everything.

“One more,” you coax, rocking against him, your voice thick with want. “Just one more, and I’ll let you rest.”

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ne0mile · 13 days ago

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ʚïɞ ✾ nct masterlist°❀.ೃ࿔*

Some posts are from my old blog @movedtone0mile...

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the perfect hostess ᪥ smut, 60s au, jaehyun x housewife!reader

Jaehyun loves his wife; she's lovely, pretty, and most importantly, the perfect hostess. So when he invites his co-workers, Johnny and Taeyong, over, he's thrilled to see that they all envy his marriage.

૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა mark lee .☘︎ ݁˖

spin the bottle ᪥ smut, college au, mark x popular!reader

Mark has a crush on the campus it girl, but he’s a romantic and shy guy and she’s a player. At Ten’s party, to which he went only to see you, someone suggests a “spin the bottle” and Haechan thinks it might be Mark’s chance.

sleepless ᪥ smut, bf!mark x reader

You can’t sleep so you require your sleepy boyfriend’s help.

white lace ᪥ smut, bf!mark x reader

Mark has been extra busy lately. The result? You haven't been spending much time together. So, you figured that if you'd like to spend some good quality time with your boyfriend, you would have to put in effort... Hoping that Mark will like the new white lace lingerie set you got.

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regal antics, part 2 ᪥ smut, royalty au, prince!haechan x maid!reader

Y/N does not put up with Donghyuck’s antics, and it is often irritating to serve him, but soon, he’ll have to marry and the king has decided that it will be better for his son to know what to do on his wedding night. Or where Y/N, maid of the capricious prince Donghyuck is requested to sleep with him, in order to prepare for his upcoming wedding.

૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა na jaemin .☘︎ ݁˖

camping trip ᪥ smut, bf!jaemin x reader

Jaemin and Y/N go on a camping trip by the lake, and Jaemin has a special plan for nightfall.

injured ᪥ smut, bf!jaemin x reader

Ever since you broke your leg, Jaemin takes perfect care of you.

ovulating ᪥ smut, bf!jaemin x reader

After a workout, Jaemin returns home to find you curled up on the couch, lazy and unmoving—until his presence ignites an unexpected hunger in you.

#nct x reader #nct imagines #nct smut #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 smut #masterlist

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ne0mile · 13 days ago

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&team masterlist⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

fireworks₊⊹summer festival series

°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 ·｡asakura jo𓆞𓂃 𓈒𓏸

hand in hand 𓇼 fluff, friends to lovers (part of fireworks series)

When the shy guy from your literature class finally works up the courage to ask you to the summer festival, you don't expect him to cling to your hand all night like you might disappear. You don't mind yourself, not when his fingers tremble against yours, not when the lantern light catches his nervous smile, and certainly not when the fireworks begin. Maybe Jo will finally open up once the sun sets and the sky lights up?

#&team #andteam #&team imagines #andteam imagines #&team x reader #andteam x reader #&team smut #andteam smut #&team fluff #andteam fluff

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ne0mile · 13 days ago

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ne0mile · 20 days ago

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Summer nights at the festival are made for magic: the glow of paper lanterns, the scent of sweet treats in the air, and the way hearts race under fireworks. Whether it’s stolen glances, teasing dares under the stars, or hands that linger a little too long... There’s something about the festival season that turns quiet moments into memories, and secret feelings into confessions whispered under a painted sky.

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Hand in hand -Jo x f!reader

friends to lovers, fluff

Sell it-Yuma x f!reader COMING SOON!

enemies to lovers, fake dating, suggestive

When your ex spots you at the summer festival, you do the unthinkable: you grab Yuma’s arm like he’s your lifeline. The guy who lives to push your buttons, who smirks when you glare, and who definitely shouldn’t feel this good pressed against you. But as his hands slide around your waist, you realise two things: this fake relationship feels alarmingly real, and Yuma might be enjoying this a little too much.

Summer Storm-Fuma x f!reader COMING SOON!

established relationship, smut, MDNI!

The summer festival is meant to be a romantic escape, with lantern-lit strolls, shared sweets, and Fuma’s hands lingering just a little too long every time he adjusts your yukata. But when the skies open up and the storm drives everyone away, you seek refuge at the secluded ryokan he booked for the night. Between the drumming rain, the roaring storm, and the way Fuma touches you, you realise some interruptions are better than the main event.

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#&team imagines #&team x reader #andteam imagines #andteam x reader #&team smut #&team fluff #jo x reader #yuma x reader #fuma x reader

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ne0mile · 20 days ago

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hand in hand

jo x f!reader

word count: 3,6k

warnings: fluff, Jo is very shy obvi, and that's all they're just cute! You know the drill: English isn't my first language... Sorry for any mistakes, I tried to proofread this!

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The lecture hall buzzed with the rustle of notebooks and conversations as class ended, the summer heat making the lecture hall feel stifling despite the humming air conditioning. You were slipping your stuff into your bag when a hesitant voice spoke beside you. "Yn?"

You turned around to find Jo standing there, his fingers gripping the strap of his messenger bag too tightly. He seemed even shier than usual—lips slightly parted as if he'd rehearsed this moment a dozen times but still wasn't sure of the words.

You smiled, tipping your head back to meet his eyes. "Hey, Jo." He took a shallow breath. “I was– Um…” The words wouldn’t come out of his mouth. He shook his head and took a deep breath to continue. "If you're free this weekend... and if you want..." His gaze flickered to the window, where sunlight streamed through the trees. "Maybe… we could go to the summer festival together?"

The question hung between you. His words had tumbled out in a rush like he’d been holding them through the ninety-minute lecture. "I mean," he hurried to add, shoulders hunching slightly, ears pink, "only if you're not busy. And if you'dwant to go… With me."

You gave him a smile which made his shoulders relax a bit. “I’d love to.”

Jo's eyes widened almost imperceptibly as if he hadn't actually expected you to say yes. A faint pink dusted his cheeks."Really?" He asked, just to be sure.

"Really." You bumped his arm lightly with yours as you both walked toward the exit. "Should I meet you there, or...?"

"I—I can pick you up," he blurted, then immediately looked horrified at his own forwardness. "If that's okay..." The way his voice softened at the end sent a warm flutter through your chest. "That sounds perfect." You interrupted before he could hesitate longer. “You’ll text me the time?”

Jo nodded so vigorously that his bangs flopped into his eyes.

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Jo’s dorm room was a battlefield of indecision, his bed engulfed in fabric. There was no way he could choose between the indigo yukata he borrowed from his father and a slate grey one he bought last minute after hours of online review.

A loud crunch came from the doorway. "Damn." Nicholas leaned against the doorframe, eating out of a bag of chips with a single-minded focus. His sharp eyes swept over the chaos - the discarded obi belts, the open laptop playing Traditional Yukata Tying Tutorial, and the several different pairs of tabi socks Jo had laid out just in case.

Jo didn't look up from where he was attempting, and failing, to fold the indigo yukata properly. "Go away." He mumbled, not really in the mood to put up with Nicholas’ teasing.

Nicholas strolled in and plopped onto Jo's bed, acting as if he didn’t hear him. "So… Nervous?"

Jo ignores his roommate's smirk and stays focused on the task at hand. "I'm preparing."

"Uh-huh." Nicholas snatched the grey yukata before Jo could stop him, holding it up critically. "This one makes you look like a ghost." Jo yanked it back. "It's elegant."

"It's boring." Nicholas pointed his chip at the indigo fabric. "That one's the winner. Matches your whole..." He gestured vaguely at Jo. "Tortured romantic poet thing you've got going on."

Jo's ears burned. "I don't- That's not-"

"Relax, Shakespeare." Nicholas grinned. "She already said yes. Which, by the way-" He paused to dramatically clutch his chest. "-hurts. I asked her to that festival first, you know."

Jo froze. "You what?"

Nicholas' laughter echoed off the walls. "Kidding! God, your face." He lobbed a chip at Jo's head. "But seriously. Wear the blue. Stop stressing. And for fuck's sake-" He gestured to Jo's hair, which Jo had been unconsciously running his hands through for the past hour. "-leave your hair alone."

Jo scowled, but his fingers stilled. "What if I... forget how to talk?"

"Oh you definitely will," Nicholas chirped. "But lucky for you, girls think that's cute." He stood, stretching. "Now put the damn yukata on."

As Nicholas sauntered out, he paused at the door. "Oh, and Jo?" Jo looked up. "If you don't kiss her tonight, I'm revoking your man card." The door slammed shut before Jo could throw a pillow at him.

When Nicholas barged back in, now wearing his own yukata perfectly tied, Jo was turning sideways in front of the mirror, grimacing at the uneven bow tied around his waist. It took one look at Jo’s face for Nicholas to burst out laughing. Jo made a strangled noise.“This is not funny! I can’t tie it properly…”

Nicholas rolled his eyes and moved behind him. “I’ll do it for you before you give yourself an aneurysm.” So Jo stood stiff as a board while he expertly retied the yukata, his fingers quick and sure, a sharp contrast to his clumsy ones.

“See? Wasn’t that hard.” Nicholas pats Jo’s shoulders affectionately. “Now, put on some cologne-not too much! And comb your hair.”

"Done," Jo gritted out after a while of trying to style his hair, forcing a rebellious lock down with what was probably too much gel. Nicholas raised his eyes from where he was on the bed, texting the whole group chat about Jo’s shenanigans.

“Wow. You actually look… decent.” Nicholas whistled.

Jo flipped him off, but his reflection did look... okay. More than okay. The indigo fabric brought out the warmth in his skin, and the silver-threaded obi added a little something without being too flashy.

His phone buzzed.

Yn: “Heading out soon! You’re still picking me up?”

Jo's hands shook so badly that he almost dropped his phone. Nicholas snatched it and typed back: “Yeah :) Can't wait”

“Uh-” Jo’s mouth opened to protest but Nicholas was faster. "Sent." He grinned. "Take some notes. That is how you flirt."

Jo stood still, frozen. With the clock ticking and now your text, the moment was dangerously close and he couldn’t help but wonder why he even invited you in the first place. There was no way he wouldn’t embarrass himself during the night and where you were nice enough to acknowledge his existence before, you would never want to be seen in public with him after that.

A sharp clap on his back tore Jo from his spiralling thoughts. “You’ve got everything: your wallet, your phone. You smell good, you look nice… You’re ready to go. Go get ‘em!”

“I can’t do this,” Jo whispered, his voice barely above his breath.

Nicholas sighed and grabbed his friend by his shoulders to shake him up. “Dude. You like her, and she likes you-otherwise she would’ve turned you down. So tonight’s gonna be great.” He paused. “Unless you bail… Then you’re dead to me.”

His last words were firm and didn’t allow Jo to complain again. So he exhaled, nodded and stepped out in the warm summer evening in the direction of your side of the halls.

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Jo's footsteps slowed as he turned the corner to your dorm, his pulse hammering loud enough to drown out the cicadas'evening song. The golden hour light painted the sidewalk in warm hues, and there you were.

Waiting for him under a tree, your silhouette framed by strands of hanging lantern lights someone had strung along the pathway. Your yukata was a soft shade of pink, the fabric fluttering slightly in the summer breeze. When you turned at the sound of his approach, the setting sun caught in your eyes and for a moment, Jo almost forgot how to breathe.

“Hey.” You smiled. His mouth went dry. All the practiced greetings, the casual compliments he'd rehearsed in the mirror:gone. The only thing his brain could think about was how pretty you looked.

"Hi," he managed after a moment too long, his voice coming out strangled. You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowing."You okay?" Jo swallowed hard and left an awkward beat pass. His fingers flexed at his sides, suddenly unsure what to do with his long arms.

"You look..." He started, then stopped. The words nice or good felt criminally inadequate. His gaze dropped to the delicate embroidery along your belt—tiny flowers he wanted to trace with his fingers—then snapped back up to your face."...Really beautiful."

The way your cheeks flushed made something warm unfurl in his belly. "Thanks," you said softly, smoothing a hand down your sleeve. "You too. The indigo suits you." Jo stood there, his ears burning and his heart pounding so loud he worried you might hear it.

"Ready?" you asked, smiling up at him. He nodded, falling into step beside you as you headed toward the festival grounds. Close enough that your sleeves brushed with every other step but not close enough to touch.

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The festival grounds pulsed with energy. Lanterns swayed with the gentle breeze, the air smelled like grilled yakitoris, and children’s laughter echoed through the crowd. Jo walked stiffly beside you, hands shoved deep in his sleeves, as he thought again and again of a way to start a conversation.

It was when you reached the main thoroughfare that the crowd thickened abruptly. A group of rowdy college students pushed past, knocking you off balance.

Jo’s arm shot out instinctively, his hand finding yours in the chaos. Your fingers tangled together, palm to palm and for a second, neither of you moved as your eyes caught his.

He didn’t want to let go, but his skin burned where it met yours and the panicked voice in his head was screaming for him to. It felt forbidden to hold on, so he released his grip slowly.

The noise of the festival faded to a dull roar in his ears, his entire world narrowing to where your hands were still connected. You squeezed his fingers gently.

Jo exhaled shakily. “We should—” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat. “It’s crowded.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, thumb brushing lightly over his knuckles. “Better stick together.”

Jo’s breath hitched. He adjusted his grip carefully, fingers slotting between yours awkwardly. Neither of you mentioned the way his pulse raced under your touch, but you noticed and suppressed a smile.

The warm press of your hand in his sent Jo’s thoughts scattering like startled birds. He never held someone’s hand like that, fingers intertwined, palms aligned, let alone someone he liked as much as he did you. The sensation was foreign and intoxicating and his mind wandered to what it could feel like to feel more of your skin.

The crowd ebbed and flowed around you both, but Jo barely noticed as you moved around the festival.

“I think I want some takoyaki,” you said, nodding toward a bustling stall up ahead, its steam rising and the smell reaching your nostrils. Jo blinked. “Oh. Right. Food.”

He made no move to release your hand and you bit back a smile. “Do you… want to get some?”

Jo’s ears burned and you led him to the stall. He should let go. It was the practical thing to do. “We can—I mean, we don’thave to—” He stammered, gesturing vaguely with his free hand.

Your laughter was warm, and understanding. “We can try one-handed.” Jo’s grip instinctively tightened.

The takoyaki vendor raised an eyebrow as you approached, still linked together. Jo fumbled with his wallet, his fingers clumsy as he tried to extract his money without breaking contact.

“One order, please,” you said, squeezing Jo’s hand in silent reassurance. The vendor smirked but said nothing, handing over a paper boat of golden-brown spheres drizzled with sauce and dancing with fish flakes.

Jo stared at the takoyaki, then at your joined hands, then back at the food. A puzzle with no solution.

You plucked one up with your free hand and blew on it gently before holding it out to him. “Open.”

Jo’s breath caught in his throat. The intimacy of the gesture sent heat crawling up his neck. He leaned in, letting you pop it into his mouth, his lips barely grazing your fingertips.

“Good?” you asked. Jo couldn’t speak around the sudden lump in his throat. He nodded, chewing slowly, buying time to compose himself.

You barely let him time to swallow before you leaned in and opened your mouth. “My turn!”

He reached for a piece, his hand trembling as he lifted it to your lips. Your eyes never left his as you took the bite, your tongue darting out to catch a stray drop of sauce, making his stomach turn.

The sauce was still sweet on your tongue when a familiar voice cut through the festival noise. "Well, well, well..." You turned just in time to see Nicholas elbowing Maki violently in the ribs, while he pointed dramatically at your still-linked fingers.

Jo froze like a deer in headlights.

Nicholas’ grin was downright predatory as they approached the both of you. "Look who's holding hands." You could feel the panic radiating off Jo as he tightened his grip on your hand.

“So when were you gonna tell us you two were–”

A sudden boom cut Maki off. All of you looked up as the first firework exploded overhead, painting the sky in shining colours.

Maki opened his mouth again, most likely to make another joke, but Nicholas grabbed his sleeve and yanked him backwards with a knowing smirk. "We’re leaving. The fireworks just started."

Jo exhaled shakily as his friends departed. “Sorry about them…”

You smiled, tracing your thumb over his knuckles in reassurance. “I don’t mind. I think it was fun.”

Another firework burst, closer this time. The sound vibrated through your chest, and Jo’s fingers twitched against yours.“Hum… We should–”

“Yeah, let’s go by the beach!” You didn't wait for Jo's response, just tugged him forward, weaving through the crowd with your fingers still locked together. The festival noise faded behind you as you reached the narrow path leading down to the shore, the sand cool beneath your sandals.

The beach was surprisingly empty. Just a few scattered couples were watching the fireworks reflect across the dark water. You led Jo to a flat stretch of sand, the waves lapping gently a few meters away.

You sat down on the sand and another firework burst overhead. This one was a shimmering blue that painted Jo's face in ethereal light. His eyes were wide, lips slightly parted as he stared up at the sky. You couldn’t look away.

“Pretty” He murmured.

“Yeah…” You agreed, softly. “Pretty.”

Jo turned his head slightly, catching your gaze, only to realize with a jolt that you weren’t looking at the fireworks at all. His eyes widened. He whipped his head back around so fast his bangs flopped into his eyes, his shoulders hunching up to his ears.

You couldn’t help it; you laughed, the sound bright and clear over the waves. Jo groaned, covering his face with his free hand. "Don’t laugh," he mumbled, though there was no real protest in it.

"You know," you mused, swinging your joined hands lightly between you, "since you held my hand the entire night, I thought you’d be less shy about eye contact."

Jo made a strangled noise. "I'm— That's not—" Then a frustrated sigh, his left hand dragging down his flushed face."You're mean..."

You grinned, leaning closer until your shoulder pressed fully against his. "I'm just speaking my mind."

Another firework. "Besides, I like it. The way you get all flustered. I think it’s cute."

You rest your head against his shoulder, your temple brushing the curve of his neck and Jo stops breathing for a second. His entire body goes rigid. He wished he could answer to you telling him he’s cute, return the compliment at least. But the words wouldn’t go past his lips. So, slowly, so slowly, he relaxes into your contact, his shoulder dipping slightly to accommodate you better. That’s all he could do for now.

"Is this okay?" you murmured, your words nearly lost under the next firework’s boom. Jo’s fingers flexed around yours."Y-Yeah," he breathed. "More than… more than okay."

You smiled against the fabric of his yukata, inhaling the faint scent of laundry and something unique to him: warm and comforting. He was so stiff you were worried about moving yourself.

"You’re nervous," you observed, tilting your head to peer up at him.

Jo swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing under your gaze. "I’m not—" The lie died on his lips when you squeezed his hand. He breathed shakily before admitting: "...A little."

"Why?" You nudged his knee with yours. "It’s just me."

His hand tensed slightly, and then suddenly he let go. You barely had time to register the loss of contact before his hand lifted, trembling, hovering near your hair like he wanted to touch but didn’t quite dare. His fingers twitched, suspended in the air for a breathless moment before he exhaled sharply and let his arm drop back to his side, fingers curling into the sand instead.

"Sorry," he muttered, his eyes glued to the glittering sky. Before you could ask, Jo spoke again, so quiet the words nearly dissolved into the crash of waves. "Because it’s you."

Your breath caught. Then, his pinky finger stretched out, brushing against yours where they rested in the cool sand. You smiled and hooked your finger around his, making his shoulders relax.

His bangs had fallen into his eyes again, obscuring his expression. Without thinking, you reached up and gently pushed them aside with your other hand, your fingertips lingering against his temple.

Jo froze, then leaned into your touch, just slightly, his eyes fluttering shut. Above you, the fireworks painted the sky in bursts of gold, but neither of you looked up.

"I—" A deafening firework exploded overhead, drowning out Jo's voice completely. The sky flashed crimson, illuminating the way his throat moved as he swallowed hard, his pinky still hooked stubbornly around yours in the sand.

You leaned in closer, tilting your head as you asked: "What?"

Jo's eyes darted everywhere but your face. It went from the ocean to his lap, to the distant festival lights, before finally settling on your intertwined fingers. His voice came out barely above a whisper.

"I... I like you."

There was a moment of silence. Then, realizing how painfully inadequate that sounded after months of stolen glances and trembling hands, he rushed to add: "Not—not just as a friend. Have for... a while." His free hand fidgeted with the hem of his yukata. "And tonight... I just..."

You waited, watching the way the fireworks reflected in his wide, earnest eyes. Jo took a shaky breath. "I didn't want it to end."

The admission hung between you, fragile and honest. You turned your hand palm up in the sand, a silent invitation for him to reconnect your hands. "Why would it have to end?"

Jo's breath hitched as his fingers instinctively laced with yours. "I just thought... that after tonight..." His voice trailed off as another firework burst, painting his nervous expression in pink light.

You leaned closer, your eyes searching for his. "I like spending time with you, Jo. Not just tonight."

His thumb brushed over your knuckles and he whispered, "Do you?" The quiet hope in his voice made your chest tighten."Of course I do," you answered earnestly.

Jo exhaled like he'd been holding his breath for hours. When he turned to face you properly, his eyes were brighter than the fireworks. "Can I... would you let me take you out? Like this? Again..?"

The question hung between you, trembling in the salt-tinged air. You didn't answer. Instead, you leaned in slowly, making sure you were giving him every chance to pull away. But Jo didn't move. His breath hitched as your noses brushed together, his gaze dropping to your lips for one endless, heart-stopping moment. You could see the flutter of his lashes,and feel the warm puff of his nervous exhale against your mouth.

Then you closed the distance.

The first press of your lips was feather-light, barely more than a whisper of contact. Jo froze completely, before melting into you with a quiet, desperate sound. His hands rose to cradle your face, trembling fingers tracing your jaw like you might disappear if he held on too tight.

When you pulled back, just enough to see his face, Jo's eyes stayed closed for a second longer, his lips still slightly parted. The fireworks reflected in the damp sheen of his lashes as he finally blinked them open, his expression so openly awestruck it made your chest flutter.

"Was that...?" His voice came out rough, his thumbs still stroking your cheeks like he couldn't quite believe what just happened. You smiled, brushing his bangs aside. "A yes."

Jo's breath left him in a rush. Then he was kissing you again, with no hesitation this time, just warm, sweet certainty. His fingers tangled gently in your hair as he tilted his head, his other arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. Somewhere over your heads, the fireworks reached their crescendo in bursts of gold and crimson, but all you could focus on was the way Jo's heart raced against yours, the soft noise he made when you bit playfully at his bottom lip.

When you finally parted, both breathless, Jo kept his forehead pressed to yours, his eyes still closed. "So... tomorrow?" he whispered, voice wrecked.

You laughed, curling your fingers into his yukata. "Tomorrow." Then, because you couldn't resist - "And the day after that."

#&team x reader #&team imagines #&team fluff #jo x reader #jo fluff #&team #jo #asakura jo #andteam x reader #andteam fluff #andteam imagines

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ne0mile · 20 days ago

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DUDE that is SO my song!!!

end to start will always be a fave of mine

#nct

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ne0mile · 25 days ago

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Turning into a &team acc😬

#&team

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ne0mile · 25 days ago

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Not the New Girl reference!!!

Anyway… HELLO???? TMI but I was biting my lip reading the whole thing

smoke session with nicho

warnings and content : afab fem reader, soft dom nicholas, switchy sub afab fem reader, weed consumption, use of “good girl” and “sir”, thigh riding, handjob, unprotected sex (don't do that lol), creampie, fingering, oral (reader receiving), and cum eating

word count: ~4k

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Ever since Nicholas found out that you smoked weed he’s been dropping hints about wanting to smoke with you every time you hang out. Today, after a long day of classes, and finally a weekend of nothing in particular planned you decide to finally bite and ask him over.

While going to grab your stash and pink rolling paper from your desk drawer you hear your phone ping and light up with a “here :p” text from Nicho.

“Hey!” He greets with that cheeky little grin of his, leaning down to give you a quick hug before you step aside and let him into your apartment.

It’s small, nothing too crazy since you’re living on your own, and a little dingy appliances wise but you were lucky enough to get cheap rent from a landlord who didn’t care if you stank up the hallway a few times a week with your solo “decompression time” so you didn’t plan on moving anytime soon. Nicho kicks off his shoes at the door before settling himself on your couch and and dropping the plastic shopping bag you just realized he’s holding on the coffee table in front of him.

“What did ya bring?”

“Snacks! I thought it was fair since you’re hosting, and providing, and from the looks of it, rolling.” he says gesturing to the rollers box in your hand while taking out a variety of chips and drinks and instant ramen cups from the bag.

“Damn, well aren’t you a good smoking buddy!” You smile, and sit next to him on the couch, gently pushing some of the bag contents out of your way to have space to get to work.

“I’ve never rolled my own before.” he suddenly admits, coming to sit a bit closer to you and watch while you put the weed pellets in the grinder.

“It’s not that hard for real, just takes some practice to get it right. I only started rolling my own like…. I dunno a little over a year ago now? Had to. I live alone now, obviously, so I don’t have anyone to do it for me.” you shrug, spilling the crushed weed into a prepped pink paper, quickly and carefully and rolling it like the expert you are. Nicholas whistles in awe.

“You’re good! Your paper’s cute too.” He says nodding in approval. You thank him and get to work rolling a second joint for yourself while he settles back on the couch and flicks the lighter on. “You wanna watch something?”

“Sure, I’m in the middle of rewatching New Girl if that’s fine?”

“I haven’t seen it but that’s cool, you quote it a lot so I know it’s funny.” He says shooting you a smile which you return and sit back next to him, shoulder to shoulder.

You turn your head to him so he can light your joint with the lighter he’s already got held up and lit for you and for a second your eyes meet from across the flame before you take a drag and turn your head forward to blow it out.

You and Nicho…. are friends you guess. Always ending up at the same functions and hanging out together cause you really do get along well. He’s funny, and easy going, and always asking cutely inquisitive questions about you. You’ve grown fond of him, though you have never hung out one on one, despite wanting to more and more as of late.

However, part of why you have been semi ignoring his hints to smoke together is for two very important reasons. One: You have been developing a bit of a massive crush on him for a few weeks now. You’re not sure what changed really. You’ve always found him attractive and he’s always been pretty comfortable to be around, but you noticed a shift in his gaze at you last time him, Fuma, Ej and you went out into town together. Maybe it was just the drinks or the lighting but you could’ve sworn he looked at you like he was going to try to kiss you that night. Doesn’t help that he decided to choose that day to break the touch barrier with you and has been more comfortable initiating it. Even now, sitting next to you, he’s absent mindedly drumming his fingers on your knee. Course he hasn’t looked at you like that since, but you wonder if he will again today. Since he’ll be intoxicated again. And you wonder if he’ll actually act on it this time now that you’re alone. Not just wonder. Hope. Which brings you to reason number two. Something about weed makes you extra horny. You genuinely have no idea what it is but every single time you’ve smoked with someone that you were attracted to you ended up hooking up. It lowers your defenses that you have so carefully put up so as not to bother or make anyone uncomfortable, while also completely taking away your filter. Both mental and verbal. That would normally stop you from saying or doing anything suggestive in mixed company.

Yet… you’ve been single for at least six months now, you have this place all to yourself, and your annoyingly attractive and maybe flirtatious friend practically begged you to smoke with him. Who were you to say no when all the variables were quite nicely in place?

You knew your high was starting to hit when you found yourself giggling at jokes you’ve long since stopped laughing at in your rewatches since you knew they were coming, how the light of the Tv screen seemed shaper and more hard to ignore than before, and how you were oh so very aware of Nicho’s hand on your knee which has now switched from drumming to drawing small unrecognizable shapes on your knee and lower thigh. You feel yourself start to take shallower breaths as a feeling starts to grow in your stomach and you feel your face start to heat up a little.

“You okay?” You hear Nicho’s voice ask, and you slowly turn to meet his piercing gaze from next to you. The Look is back. Here we go…

“Mmm? No yeah I’m… I’m fine why?”

“You’re breathing weird and you got all tense suddenly, thought you were about to panic or something.” he continues, sounding genuinely concerned but you have a hard time focusing on that with the way you notice his eyes land on your lips for a beat before dropping all the way to your thigh as he taps it. “Your leg flexed up.”

“Did it?”

“Yeah… You sure you’re fine?” He asks again, tilting his head a little and making the effect of his gaze all the more enticing.

“I’m sure. You just- I mean I don’t know. Weed makes me. Feel weird. Sometimes. It’s nothing don’t worry about it.”

“I just what?”

“What?”

“I just what? You started to say something and then bullshit your way out of it. I just what?”

“You… I don’t know you make me nervous I guess. And your hand feels nice on my knee- or whatever.” Your mutter quickly, refusing to meet his eyes, but you can hear the smile in his voice when he replies.

“Oh?”

“I guess.”

“You’re cute when you’re nervous, by the way.”

“What?” You turn to him this time, blinking in surprise. You didn’t expect him to flirt so readily, especially when your own flirting was so awkward and indirect but he just smiles at you.

“I saaaaid”, he leans towards you a bit, deliberately staring at your lips now, as his hand slides up your thigh a bit more, making your breath catch in anticipation. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” he repeats breaking his gaze with your lips to lean back and take a hit from his joint. You let out a small breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Not you teasing me…”

“Am I?” he asks, blowing the smoke out to the side.

“Leaning in like that like you’re gonna kiss me and then… not.” You take a hit of your own joint now, a little annoyed with how easily you’re giving away your feelings to him after having held back from being so direct for weeks.

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” You breathe out, rolling your eyes at him.

“Won’t happen again, promise.” he responds, smiling that annoyingly charming smile again and leaning towards you once more.

Your heart races as he finally closes the gap between you, and the kiss is so soft and disarming you almost completely loose your senses and drop the still lit joint you hold between your fingers. He pulls back and leans away from you to put out the light on his and set it on the coffee table before swiftly pulling you onto his lap. You blink down at him, reaction time slowed by the weed filling your brain and tilt your head in question.

“Always thought you’d look pretty looking down at me. Wanted to test the theory out.” He says, cupping your face with his hand and brushing his thumb across your bottom lip while he does. Your breath catches in your throat and you let out a small “oh.” in response. To which he giggles. His giggles are adorable to be frank. Just as soft and disarming as the kiss. He then takes the joint from between your fingers and relights it, holding it to his lips and not breaking eye contact with you as he takes a long drag.

He then beckons to you with a finger and you lean forward a little with your mouth open a bit, catching his drift already. He puckers his lips to blow smoke at you which you inhale greedily with your eyes fluttering shut. His lips meet yours before you’re able to breathe out again, making your head woozy with lust, weed, and lack of oxygen but it feels so… so good. So much so that when he breaks the kiss to start kissing you along your jaw and down your neck while running his hand along your thigh you let out a small moan.

“Feel good, baby?”

Baby the sudden nickname would’ve been enough to make you moan again on its own, but then he started to bite and lick at the skin on your collar bones that are exposed due to your tank top.

“Fuck, Nicho…” you half moan half sigh out in response as his hand moves up under your shirt to cups and squeezes your breast while you run one hand through his hair and grip one of his biceps with the other to feel how they flex under your touch while he touches you over your bra.

“I’ll take that as a yes…” he mutters, and you can feel his proud little smirk against your chest.

He finally moves back just enough to slip your tank top up over your head and you take the opportunity to help him out of his black t-shirt so you can finally see, and more importantly feel, his muscled chest. You two had been friends long enough to have been in a few situations like pool parties and such in which you had seen him without a shirt on. You’d be lying if you said the thought of how his pretty toned abs would feel under your fingers didn’t cross your mind when you saw them flexed and shimmering with water under the soft glow of moon and porch light at your friend’s house. You never thought you’d have the chance but here you are now, perched on his lap as he takes hits from your joint and looks at you hungrily while you run your hands up and down his chest, and feel him getting hard already underneath you.

“You’re so pretty.” You softly admit, meeting his eyes, “Been noticing it for a while but… god you’re so pretty.” You repeat running your hands back up to clasp behind his neck. You smile to yourself noticing his ears turn pink and his gaze get a little less confident, clearly embarrassed by your sudden compliment but from the way you feel his dick twitch in his pants under you, you know he enjoyed every second of it.

“Could say the same to you.”

“Then do it.” you giggle down at him, semi absent mindedly starting to grind down into him a little.

“You’re really pretty.” he says his voice a little shakier than before as your movements become a bit more pronounced. Still, his gaze darkens a bit as he takes another drag and blows it out slow to the side this time before facing you again. “Open your mouth, pretty.” He softly demands, and instinctively you do. He then brings the joint to your lips and you close your lips around it, just like before. “Breathe.” and you do, still subtly grinding into him while his free hand snakes around your back and deftly unclips your bra. “Blow for me, baby.” he instructs after moving the joint from your lips and leaning forward to catch the smoke while you blow, closing the gap before you can breathe in again to kiss you for a moment and then breaking it again. “You follow orders well.” he hums kissing down your chest again.

“I like to do what I’m told.” you shamelessly admit and he chuckles before closing his lips around your nipple while his hand plays with the other.

“Keep being a good girl for me and I’ll make it worth your time.” he says while moving to your other breast, you can’t help but moan in response, the weed making your ability to stay quiet fly out the window. “Do you want that?”

“Mmhmm.” you nod, closing your eyes and grinding shamelessly against him. You’re certain there’s a wet patch growing on his thigh now, from your wetness leaking from your needy cunt, through your underwear and thin little shorts, and onto his dark gray sweatpants.

“Use your words, baby.” he instructs. Pulling away from you to finish off the joint and absentmindedly toss the roach to the coffee table while looking at you with those pretty piercing eyes of his. He leans back, hands stilling your hips while he waits for you to speak, blowing out the smoke stored in his mouth and you quickly lean forward to catch it in yours before it dissipates.

“Please, Nicho… quit teasing and fuck me already.” You feign annoyance and reply.

“Well since you asked so nicely.” he jokes meeting your lips again, but with a more hungry and deeper kiss. His tongue tangling with yours and roaming your mouth while you both pant and moan a bit into each other. You both taste of nothing but weed and desire but you swear you are on cloud 9 from his kiss alone. He, tragically, breaks it again. “Off.” he orders, slightly tugging your shorts and underwear down by the waist band. You stand quickly to pull them all the way off and leave them at your feet as he remains seated and does the same with his boxers and sweatpants, his dick springing to attention and already taught and leaking. Your thighs clench on instinct at the sight of it, feeling yourself somehow get even wetter. It’s perfect, not too big but not disappointingly small either, and the kind of thickness you know is gonna feel incredible stretching you out. “Sit. Bring the other joint with you.” he orders again.

“Yes sir.” You half joke but when you catch his eye after settling back on his thigh, you notice his expression change. “Oh you liked that, didn’t you, pretty boy?”

“Maybe. Do it again.”

“Why should I? Haven’t been given an order.”

“Oh so you’re a brat now?” he asks, his eyebrows are knit in annoyance but his voice is tinged in amusement and his lips almost twitch into a smile.

“Maybe…” you giggle moving forward to kiss him but he stops you with a finger to your lips.

“Gimmie the joint. While we smoke, I need you to jerk me off while you ride my thigh. You don’t get to feel how good im gonna fuck you until you’ve made yourself cum, understood?”

“…Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” he smirks, before putting the joint between his pretty lips and taking a drag while you start to get to work.

You let a thread of spit fall from your mouth onto his dick to help your hand move up and down it, gathering his precum from the tip and pinching it on the way down making him shudder out a breath while he exhales smoke and holds the joint to your lips. You continue like this, just as before but far more stimulating for the both of you. Him passing the joint between the two of you and instructing you on when to open, breathe, and blow. You getting higher and more turned on by the second while his free hand roams your body. Sometimes guiding your hips against his thigh, which he intermittently flexes and releases to make you whimper and moan for him, or grabbing and kneading at your breasts or ass. It was intoxicating, the feeling of it all coupled with his soft but demanding voice telling you what to do, and you were already so wet and turned on that it didn’t take long for you to find yourself gasping and moaning as you came softly all over his thigh.

“Such a good girl for me.” Nicho coos from below you as you come to a stop, your hand stilling on his cock which, shockingly has yet to come undone. Nicho lifts you off his lap and repositions you so you’re laying back on the couch while you catch your breath. He brings one leg up to a bend against your chest while he leans down to kiss you, letting his cock rub lazily against your folds and making you shiver as your pussy begins to clench around nothing, hungry for what’s to come. “You ready?”

“Yes, sir.” you breathe out in response and he immediately snakes a hand between the two of you to guide himself inside your needy cunt. You both gasp as he easily slides all the way into you, filling you up completely, before he slowly begins to move.

Nicholas is a vision above you. Jaw dropped, eyes shut tight, and brows furrowed as he rolls his hips into you at a steady rhythm, not bothering to hold back his whines and moans unlike most guys you’d been with before. His hair sticks to his forehead a bit from the sweat glistening on it and you look down to see how his abs tense and relax as he thrusts into you. You start to move to match his pace, grinding down to meet him while you shamelessly stare up at him in awe and join his chorus of moans.

“Fuck you feel so good, pretty. So so good. Fuck.” he manages to say between moans, before kissing you again and quickly moving to bite and suck on your nipples, making your moans louder and back start to arch a little. “You sound so pretty for me too, baby. Keep moaning like that and I’m gonna cum.” he warns, fucking into you deeper and faster while his tongue bites and swirls around your nipples interchangeably, which prompts your back to arch more and your lewd chorus of moans and skin slapping against skin grows louder.

“F-fuck Nicho you feel so good. You fill me up so good pretty boy.” you moan, raking your nails across his back while he continues to devour your neck and chest in a way you’re certain will leave lots of bruises and he moans against your chest. “Nicho I’m close again, please. I’m so close.”

“Yeah? Fuck, baby me too.” he says snaking a hand between you to rub your clit in tight fast circles making you scream out in pleasure as the knot in your stomach threatens to snap. “Where do you want me to cum pretty?” he grunts, clearly fighting his hardest to not cum too soon.

“Inside. Fucking fill me up, pleas god. I want you to-“ he cuts you off with a hungry kiss and a groan, still working your clit, and it’s enough to make you fall apart. You clench around his cock, moaning into his mouth more than kissing it, and soon after he does the same. Releasing and painting your insides with his cum. But he doesn’t stop fucking into you, and you’re barely able to ride out the high of your first orgasm as you feel the next one starting to build up again, his dick still hard inside you.

“Wait I wanna taste you. Is that okay?” He asks, slowing his thrusts to an agonizing pace while he waits for you to respond.

“God yes. Please yes.” you gasp out. He kisses you one last time before removing his cock from your pussy, both of your cum spilling out of you leaving you feeling empty but not for long. He quickly lowers himself down between your thighs and glances up at you as he licks up from your dripping cunt to your clit and swallows the mix of your juices while making eye contact with you and smiling, making your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Fuuuuuck Nicho ohmygod!”

Nicholas’s lips close around your sensitive clit, sucking on it for a bit before his tongue ventures to thrust slowly in and out of your cunt. He moves his head back and forth and up and down, rubbing his nose against your clit while his tongue fucks into you. You feel yourself getting close again already as he starts to groan and move faster, lips attaching to your clit again when he fucks two fingers into you and you instinctively grab hold of his hair to stable yourself. The weed and pleasure mixing to make you feel like if you don’t hold on to him you’d float away for sure. One of Nicho’s hands slides up your stomach to your breast while he continues eating you out ferociously, barely pausing to take breaths and whisper praises to you while you moan out his name. It’s not until your legs shake and clench around him do you realize you’re cumming again, the pleasure having been so overwhelming you lost yourself in it a bit until you’re dragged back down to earth when it all stops and he removes himself from between your legs to kiss you again. You can taste yourself and him on his lips and tongue and you’re so hazy and content that you find yourself moaning into his mouth again before he breaks the kiss to lay his head on your chest and look you in the eye.

“That was… really good. Been waiting to do that for a while…” He admits grinning shyly, his lips and chin still glistening with your wetness and spit.

“Oh yeah?” You half ask half tease, running your hands softly through his hair making his eyes flutter closed as he hums in affirmation. “…Honestly me too.” you finally admit.

“Oh, I know.” He giggles, looking up at you again and making your face flash hot and you look away shyly as if you hadn’t been moaning his name moments before.

“That obvious, huh?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I thought it was cute how you tried to hide how flustered you got whenever we touched. Made me wanna do it more.” he admits, standing up. “You wanna go shower, change into something else, and eat something? You must be starving.” He suggests pulling you up off the couch and into his arms, lazily resting his hands on your hips and leaning down to kiss you softly a few times before you could answer.

“Sure… you wanna join me?”

“Oh absolutely.” he grins, kissing you again before you lead him off to your bathroom with a giggle.

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#andteam x reader #andteam smut #&team smut #&team x reader #nicholas x reader #nicholas smut

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ne0mile · 26 days ago

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#needthat

🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮ too much

notes: based off of this ask

-- you've been feeling a bit insecure because of your recent weight gain, but your boyfriend seems to be obsessed with it.

18+ | nicholas x fem!reader | wc: 1.8k | masterlist

warnings: talk about weight gain and insecurities, piv, cumming inside

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you haven't seen your boyfriend for a few weeks since he was currently in korea and you were still in japan.

to say you were just missing him is a massive understatement. since you two started dating, the most you went without seeing each other was just a few days. but now?

it's been about two months.

you'd been eating a bit more just to distract yourself from your boyfriend's absence.

cooking and baking new recipes, buying new snacks and going out with friends for some comfort.

you hadn't really taken notice of it until you were trying on some dresses, seeing how a bit of extra chub on your body was visible on some ends.

in all honesty, it wasn't much but to you it was noticeable enough.

you know that nicholas would never hate you, or degrade you. but there was still that voice in the back of your head. the one that makes you sit in front of the mirror for minutes into hours, making you question if you're even good enough for him.

in your logic, nicholas is always working out, he's always in shape but what about you? yeah maybe he has the pressure of being an idol, but you’re an idols girlfriend.

you got a text from nicho saying he'd just landed and he'll be at your place soon.

you were beyond happy, it's been so long and factimes between you two weren't cutting it anymore. you were so excited that it felt like your mind temporarily numbed that little insecure corner of your brain.

knock knock.

"coming!!" you chirped out, rushing over towards the door. you didn't even need to ask if it was nicho. you just knew.

as soon as you opened the door and he stepped in, he pulled your body against his, digging his face into your neck.

"god, I missed you so much, y/n." was the first thing he told you, when you tried to step back to get a look at him, he pulled you right back in. "please...let's just stay like this for a bit." he pleaded, making it seem as though those two months away from you drained him, and you were his battery.

soon enough, the two of you got settled in. you were working on a simple dinner while he went to take a shower.

he came out, standing by the entrance of the kitchen watching you.

you hadn't noticed him at first, too busy with the food. and it wasn't until you turned around for something when you saw him. startled at first, but you smiled.

"hi, babe. just a few more minutes and we can sit down together." you were expecting to hear some sort of a response from behind you. something like an oh okay or alright, honey. but you got nothing.

you thought he walked away at first, but when you turned to look for a second, you saw him in the same position. leaned against the kitchen entrance.

and he was looking at you. but not looking at you.

his eyes were trailing along your body.

and that's when that unsettling feeling set in, that feeling where you just feel...unattractive.

you also became aware of what you were wearing. it was a tight tank top and some mid thigh shorts.

you didn't know exactly why he was staring at you, you just knew that he was.

"baby..." he said quietly, walking towards you. when he reached you, he lifted your face up by your chin. "why do you look nervous?" his eyes traced your face, but couldn't help to sneak a look a bit below at times.

"i-i'm not nervous. it's just," you sighed, "its nothing, nicho."

if there was one thing that nicholas hated about you, it was definitely that you would tend to undermine yourself at times.

and he could tell you were doing it now.

he reached behind you, turning the stove off. leading your body to the side a bit, he hooked his hands under your thighs, and out of instinct you held onto his shoulders as he lifted you onto the counter.

his hands rested atop your thighs, gliding them up and down in a soothing motion.

"you know, when I first arrived here," he brought his head over to your neck, leaving kisses in between his words. "and I hugged you...I could almost tell something was different about you." he continued on, switching the opposite side of your neck now. you let out a sigh.

"I shrugged it off though, because maybe I was thinking that since it's been a while. but fuck," he lifts his head up, his eyes meeting yours. "when I saw you in here, in this outfit. I knew what it was." he never said the words out loud but you knew what he was talking about.

his hands moved to hold onto your hips, a place that had been a victim of your slight weight gain. "and you look so fucking sexy." he practically groaned out the words, looking deep into your eyes before he smashed his lips against yours.

you gave a small gasp, slightly stunned but soon enough you felt yourself melt into the kiss, lightly tugging on the hairs on the back of his neck.

you felt his hands travel all over your body. going from your face to your arms to your waist, then your hips and thighs once again. it was like he was getting a feel for it all. it was all new to him. and god, did he love it.

he thinks you're glowing, you look beautiful, and so the moment he saw you hide into yourself, he knew he couldn't hold his words back anymore. he couldn't hold back anymore.

he broke away from the kiss, tugging his shirt off doing the same with yours.

his eyes were glued to your chest, snaking an arm around you to unhook your bra.

god, and when it fell? he felt crazy. it'd been too long since he even touched you, and given how you look now...he doesn't think he'll last an hour with you.

the breath he let out was audible, and strained, you could practically feel his neediness radiating off him. and the sweats he was wearing did no job at hiding his hard on.

he had to have you bare before he did anything. he had to see you. he wanted to be able to kiss and touch down your body with no restrictions. and with that, he slid down your shorts and panties. leaving you completely bare for him.

he lifted you up, carrying and placing you down so you were laying back onto the kitchen tiles. the cold floors causing a shiver to run up your spine.

"I'm sorry, y/n, I just can't, i-i need you now, baby. I need you here." he felt the room get too hot, beginning to wonder why he had some of his own clothing still on.

it wasn't long before he lined himself up to your entrance. slowly inching inside you, he kept his hands on your hips, squeezing at them. his eyes never left your face, not until he bottomed out completely. kicking his head back with a long moan.

"you're so perfect, baby." he praised, "so fucking perfect."

you could feel him going faster, having you let out loud moans of his name.

he leaned his head down, latching his lips onto one of your nipples. he heard you whimper, moving his hips faster. "bigger for me now, hm?" he mumbled against your tit, he lifted his head, trailing kisses from your tits to your stomach now.

"fuck," he muttered, everything felt too much for him, “you’re so tight.” he moaned, “you didn’t play with yourself while i was gone?” he teased against your ear, biting the lobe gently.

he didn't expect you to reply, so when you shook your head, saying how nothing felt like him, he felt a shudder go through his body. because, god he couldn't agree more. nothing felt like you either.

he would spend nights awake sexually frustrated because he just couldn't get off. tugging at his cock for what felt like hours, and he wanted to call you so bad but he was always afraid. afraid he’d be bothering you all because he couldn't keep it in his pants.

“n-nicho,” you whimpered out. he knew you were close, he could feel you tighten around him over and over again. “i know, baby.” he reassured you, doing his best to keep his pace and rhythm up.

“nicho,” you said, voice heavy, “a-are you wearing a condom?”

his eyes widened, he’d been so caught up with you that he completely forgot to wear a fucking condom.

“no…” he said, voiced laced with guilt and shame. “i’ll pull out, okay? don't worry your head baby.” he felt himself right at the edge.

but fuck, you felt so warm and tight and soft and-

he didn't even trust himself to pull out anymore, everything was just too much.

you laced your fingers in his hair, pulling his head down to above yours. “don’t nicho...god, i don’t care if you fucking knock me up. i just need you.”

and how was he supposed to say no? he couldn't even bring up the thought of saying no to you.

and when he finally cums, hips flush against yours, spilling his seed deep in you...he feels like he should’ve denied, should’ve said no but, fuck, he doesnt think he cares. he waited too long for this, for you.

he’s still panting into your neck long after you both finished, and you keep him there, playing with his hair and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

your heart aches a bit, realizing that over the last few weeks, he didn’t just miss you. but he missed everything that came with you.

your hugs, your scent, your hands, your love.

you could tell he wasn’t himself during sex, he seemed so much more touchy, more hasty and just more desperate.

you feel him lift his head, rolling over so he's on his side facing you.

“you’re so beautiful.” he pressed a feather light kiss on your cheek. “and i need you to know that nothing could change that. nothing could ever make me find you anything but.” he looks at you, placing a hand over your thigh, squeezing it. “would you hate me if i said that you look hotter this way?” he teased, biting his tongue.

you raised an eyebrow, “so what, are you saying i wasn't hot before?” he rolled his eyes playfully at you. “i said hotter, meaning i always found you hot, babe.”

you snuggled into him, smiling at his response.

“do you realize we’re cuddling on the kitchen floor...?”

he shrugged his shoulders, “we’ll get up, i just wanna hold you a bit more, baby.”

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HELLO?? sick and twisted and I mean this in a good way.

Will I ever get enough of NCT frat AUs….

SEX EDUCATION .ᐟ ( markhyuck x reader )

synopsis. mark is a virgin, the only virgin in the NCT fraternity house. it’s borderline embarrassing, so who better than to ask his roommate (who is very much not a virgin) and his overzealous girlfriend for some help?

rating. mature. (minors + ageless blogs dni)

warnings. dirty talk (bucketloads of it), voyeurism/exhibitionism, references to religion, spanking, cunniligus, meanie hyuck + inexperienced mark, humiliation kink, degrading, pet names (babygirl, baby, slut, princess), hyuck is very very condescending, mark knows most of what he knows from porn

author’s note. i have no excuse for my actions. i even winced when proofreading this because this is so so fucking dirty… but i must give the people what they want. it kinda veered away from the whole megaperv!haechan idea but i promise you he will be revisited because megaperv!haechan haunts my waking thoughts 😋 pleaseplease leave comments i love reading them hehe

might have edged @claudaze for this fic to the point where sis was fighting sleep… when you wake up n see this i hope i have done your vision justice :3 also @yvvnii commented on my original thought post for this as well 🙂‍↕️ i hope you like this baby AND @cigsaftersuh also asked to be tagged :3 should i start an official taglist… 🤔

“So… you want me to teach you how to have sex?”

Mark Lee is in a dire situation. At the age of 22, he’s in college, taking a course in astrophysics and engineering. He’s lived a pretty normal life so far, done everything a frat brother should, except for one thing.

Mark Lee, aged 22, has never had sex.

It’s not something he particularly wants to be ashamed of. Given his religious nature, he should be satisfied with his virginity, should be proud that he’s saving himself until he meets the right woman. He could go on and never find a wife, and he would happily die a virgin, but he’s a frat brother, and a virgin frat brother is the last thing he wants to be.

As of late, he’s been partying like a fool. He shouldn’t be– parties aren’t really his scene anyways– but he does anyway, hoping that at one of them, he’ll get drunk enough and finally break his chastity with a girl he’ll never talk to again. But he can’t even bring himself to drink alcohol, let alone get drunk, and every party ends with him going home early, stone cold sober and still, unfortunately, as virgin as he was before the party started.

It’s sad. He shouldn’t be bothered by it at all, but when he sees his housemate Jaehyun bring home yet another girl (the 3rd one this week?), he gets jealous, because whilst his frat brothers are fucking like rabbits, he’s getting just as much action as a stone on the side of an abandoned highway. It’s gotten to the point where his roommate, Donghyuck, begs him to get out of the house, because he has his own girlfriend, and he can’t bring her home if his virgin roomie is wallowing in self pity under the covers every weekend.

He doesn’t know that the reason why Mark doesn’t get any action is because he doesn’t know how to, not because he’s unattractive, because he is attractive.

The Nu Chi Theta house is one of the most popular frat houses on campus, with every girl (and even some guys too) wanting to sleep with at least one brother once in their life. There’s no shortage of hot guys in the house, and it's rumoured that to even secure a place in the house, you have to pass some kind of frat house beauty test. It’s ridiculous, and when Mark received his acceptance letter, he couldn’t believe it. He thought it would be an opening for him, a way to get invited to crazy parties and unlimited hookups, a way to finally stray from the cuffs of religion his parents were so insistent on keeping him locked up with.

What he didn’t think about, however, is how hard it would be to let go of said religious cuffs without feeling insanely guilty when he so much as strayed from the path his parents had set out for him.

No drinking, no partying, and definitely no sex. That’s what they told him before he left, and whilst he’d shrugged it off at the time, those words followed him years later, right up until he finally decided that enough was enough.

After walking in on Donghyuck and his girlfriend making out on his bed, he knew he had to do something, which leads him to his current situation.

“Mark, be serious with me right now.” Hyuck raises his eyebrow and tilts his head, and Mark physically curls in on himself. “You’re telling me… that you’ve never had sex because you don’t know how to?”

“Yes, and now I’m asking you to teach me how to. I’ve seen– heard you and your girlfriend. You guys aren’t exactly… discreet.”

“Yeah, that’s because she doesn’t want me to be discreet. She likes it when everyone knows who’s fuckin’ her.”

Mark winces. How can Hyuck talk about you like that when you aren’t even here? He wishes that he doesn’t turn out like that, and then he remembers who he’s being taught by, and it makes him feel sick to his stomach.

Maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe he shouldn’t be asking for help, maybe he should just find a video about it on Pornhub and try his chances from there.

“If you’re having second thoughts, I can tell you that the hub won’t solve your problem.” It’s almost like Hyuck is a mind reader. “You’ll end up embarrassing yourself, and Taeyong will end up having to kick you out. If anyone finds out one of the NCT boys is a virgin and learnt how to fuck from the worst porn site on earth…” It's Hyuck’s turn to wince. “Look, I’ll teach you. Hands-on experience and all.”

“You mean…”

Hyuck smiles, and Mark asks himself what exactly he’s gotten himself into. “I’ll let you fuck my girlfriend.”

You would do anything for your boyfriend. If he asked you to rob a bank, you’d hand bejewel a balaclava with pink rhinestones and shoot down the clerk with a matching gun. If he asked you to walk around campus on a leash, you’d happily get on all fours.

So, when he asks you to start flirting with his roommate, you do so with a smile on your face.

Mark Lee is cute. You’ve seen him around a couple of times, all baggy hoodie and reading glasses, barely saying a word to anyone and keeping to himself in his room. He’s the kind of guy you can’t help but become curious about, and one day, you ask Hyuck about him.

“He’s kind of a loser,” he tells you between leaving kisses on your neck. “You don’t need to worry about him.”

“But he doesn’t seem like he has a girlfriend.” You pull away and hold your boyfriend’s face in your hands. “I have a couple of friends who would drop dead at the chance to fuck an NCT guy. If he wants a girlfriend, I can get him one.”

“It’s not a girlfriend he wants, baby, it’s sex.”

“There’s a party next week. He can find a hookup there.”

Hyuck scoffs. “You’re so dumb. He’s a virgin, and if he wanted a girlfriend, he wouldn’t even know how to bag himself one.” The smile he’s wearing is dangerous, and you raise your eyebrows. “Which is why…” His hands slide up your waist and slip under your baby tee. “... I need you to do me a favour.”

That favour is the reason why you’re currently posted up against the kitchen counter in the NCT house, licking a popsicle like it’s the most delicious snack on Earth whilst staring holes into Mark from across the kitchen. You know he’s avoiding looking at you, which is why you walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder, wearing a knowing smile on your face.

“Just because Hyuck’s my boyfriend, doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. I mean, I’m friends with practically every guy here!” You widen your eyes like a doe and wrap your lips around the top of the popsicle, reveling in the way Mark gulps nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing and eyes glued to the bright red trail of juice dribbling down your chin. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

You take a step closer, and that seems to be Mark’s breaking point. He sharply turns on his heel and all but runs out of the kitchen, abandoning the glass of water he was nursing on the counter. You bite off the tip of the popsicle, smiling happily to yourself as you skip after him.

When Mark gets back upstairs, Hyuck is waiting for him, sitting cross legged on his bed with a smile on his face, one akin to the one you were wearing in the kitchen. You…

“I knew you’d end up running away from her. You’re more of a loser than I thought you were, dude.”

Mark’s jaw drops to the floor. “She was in on it? And you never thought to tell me?”

Hyuck shrugs. “She was giving you an example of how a girl would approach you at a party if she wanted to fuck you.” He eyes Mark up and down before snickering to himself. “Clearly, you failed.”

“It was a test? And she knew?!” Mark is panicking now. His secret is basically out of the bag; you’re going to tell all of your friends that there’s a virgin in the NCT house, and they’ll tell their friends, and then he’ll get kicked out and have to live with his parents, a pious virgin for the rest of his life.

Ironically, Mark grips the cross pendant hanging from his neck. Hyuck catches him doing it, and quirks an eyebrow. “You think God’s gonna tell you how to fuck? You have got to be kidding me.”

“Maybe I don’t need to lose my virginity. Abstinence doesn’t sound that bad, I mean, I’ll become a priest, live in peace for the rest of my life and-”

Mark is cut off by a sharp slap around his face. “Don’t go into religious psychosis over some pussy. I’ll still teach you, but it might be a little harder than I initially thought.” His eyes narrow, and Mark gulps again. “I didn’t think my girlfriend licking a popsicle would scare you that much.”

“I scared him?” Mark feels like he’s just been dragged into hell by his collar, because you’re standing by the door, the popsicle and any traces of it gone from your face as you stare at him incredulously. “Oh- I didn’t mean to! I was just doing what you told me to do.”

“And you did it very well baby.” Hyuck is approaching you, and you resume wearing that pleasant smile, allowing him to slip his arms around your waist and lead you into the bedroom, swiftly locking the door behind you. “And now, you’re gonna do something else for me.”

Mark watches the way the two of you interact, and he hates to admit it, but he’s jealous. You look at Hyuck like he’s your everything and you’re absolutely entranced by him, gaze never breaking, even when his wandering hands slip under your skirt. He doesn’t pay any attention to the rapidly forming erection in his loose joggers when you and Hyuck start kissing, his hands full of ass pulling you closer into him. It’s borderline disgusting, the way your eyes roll back under your lids, and he really should close his eyes, but-

“D’you think he’s motivated enough now, princess?” He’s snapped out of his trance by the two of you staring at him, Hyuck’s face flushed and your chest heaving gently, lashes fluttering as you take in the sight of Mark standing there, hard as rock and red as a tomato.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, smiling. “Should I-”

“No.” You stop in your tracks, watching as your boyfriend sits down on the bed, spreading his legs and patting his thigh as a motion for you to take a seat. “You sit down too, Mark.” He looks up at his confused roommate. “Class is now in session.”

If Mark told himself several hours ago that he would be watching his roommate talk dirty to his girlfriend, he would’ve laughed, and then spat out his coffee. He can only watch as Hyuck pulls you forward in his lap, paying no mind to the way your skirt bunches at your hips and displays your ass in a thong that leaves little to the imagination.

“First things first…” Hyuck looks at Mark from his side of the room, his hands stationed on your thighs straddling his lap. “You need to get the language down. It’s part of foreplay, you got that?” Mark nods. “Good. Now…” Hyuck kisses you fleetingly on the lips before looking you in the eye. “You have to tell her she’s a good girl. Most girls are into that sort of thing.

“Tell her what you wanna do to her.” Hyuck pulls your hips forward on his lap, and you groan. “Tell her you wanna fuck her, that you wanna make her feel good, better than she’s ever felt.” Your lashes flutter, and although Mark can’t see your face, you smile, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s neck. “See? She likes it, don’t you, pretty?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, grinding down onto him more. “Want you to fuck me.”

Hyuck laughs. “This isn’t about you. This is about Mark.” He looks past you again at his roommate, who looks like he wants to be swallowed alive by the ground. “Are you learning anything?”

He gulps before reciting what he’s learnt. “Talk dirty to her. Tell her what you want to do to her, that you want to…” Hyuck raises his eyebrow, a signal for Mark to continue. “...that you want to… fuck… her.” He smiles, and Mark sighs a sound of relief.

This is difficult for him. He’s awkward, because it’s generally awkward to watch his roommate have borderline sex with his girlfriend, the same person who just gave him a raging hard on from licking a popsicle. He’s also undoubtedly jealous, because even though he doesn’t know the first thing about having sex, he wants to have sex with you, but it seems like Hyuck is doing a better job at riling you up than he ever could.

“See how I’m touching her?” Mark redirects his focus to where Hyuck’s hands are, and it looks like he’s everywhere. “I’m not giving her what she wants just yet. I have to tease her, make her want it.” He looks back at you “Do you want it, baby?”

You pout. “Quit teasing me!”

You’re so cute. Mark understands why Hyuck would go for a girl like you– you’re too easy; easily obeying, easily teased, easily fucked. You’re perfect for a guy with a crazy sex drive, and he’s perfect for a girl who loves to devote herself to her boyfriend. You’re a perfect couple, and Mark can feel the jealousy begin to ebb its way back into his system.

“Don’t worry, Mark. You’ll get a turn soon enough.” Hyuck taps the back of your thigh and you nod, climbing off of his lap and onto the bed. He doesn’t have to say anything, but you know exactly what he wants you to do, pulling down your skirt and bending over on the bed, ass up in the air and head buried in the pillows. “Get over here. Look at what all those things I told you about do to her.”

Mark almost hesitates, but when he sees Hyuck scope the meat of your ass before pulling the cheeks apart, his moves are almost robotic, and what he sees almost sends him into shock.

He’s never seen a pussy in real life before, only in the videos, and even then he can’t bring himself to look properly. Watching pornography is basically a sin, so he only watches the censored ones, and when he comes face to face with your pussy, he feels like he’s about to explode.

You’re still wearing your underwear. That much is apparent given the lace decorating your hips, but your cunt is so wet, it’s all but swallowed the seat of your panties, and your labia bulges around the pink fabric. It’s much more lewd in person, and Mark is frozen in his place, mouth open with no sound coming out.

“Say something, loser. Isn’t she pretty?”

Mark gulps before speaking. “Y-yeah.” His voice cracks, and you giggle, the syrupy sound going straight to his dick.

“He’s so nervous,” you breathe, swaying your ass in his direction. “Such a virgin.”

He should be embarrassed. He should really leave, let Hyuck do whatever he wants to you behind closed doors and forget this ever happened, yet he feels nothing of the sort, instead sitting down on the bed and placing a shaky hand on your ankle. “I-”

“You what?” Hyuck sounds pissed, which is odd considering this was his suggestion. “Say something. She’s not gonna sit and wait for you forever. My girl has needs.”

My girl. Mark gulps again. “I… I kinda wanna… eat her out.”

Whilst you moan a little and shove your face deeper into the pillows, Hyuck claps Mark on the back, and his annoyance is replaced with a smile. “There he is! Do you want me to teach you, or do you think you got it?”

Cunniligus is his favourite type of porn. He would rather die than admit it, but when Mark fantasises (and trust, he does), he imagines himself in between a pair of thighs, and his mouth attached to a juicy pussy. He never thought he’d get the chance, but with the way your hips sway gently, he just wants to grab onto you, pull your panties aside and-

“Do it.” It’s your voice that echoes in his head now, and he finally looks at your face. Your eyes are filled with lust and you bite down on your bottom lip, lashes fluttering as an invitation. “C’mon Markie, don’t think about it, just-”

You’re cut off by a pair of fingers massaging your cunt. Hyuck pulls aside the seat of your thong, and gestures to your dripping arousal. “You heard her. Dig in.”

He shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, because if he does, he’ll be breaking a plethora of rules set out for him since birth. This is someone else’s girlfriend, a stranger if anything, but all that fades away when he hears your reaction to Hyuck’s fingers slipping into your needy pussy. Your back arches, and you whine out like a mantra, but it isn’t the name of your boyfriend.

It’s Mark’s name that you whine, gasping when you feel a harsh slap on your ass. “That’s not my name, pretty. Unless you want my loser roommate that bad?”

This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wro-

Mark’s lips make contact with your pussy, and he’s gone.

He’s a messy eater, inexperienced for sure, but the feeling of his hot tongue on your folds has you collapsing into the bed. Mark’s tongue is everywhere but nowhere all at once, and when his hands come up to grip your ass, you melt into his touch.

“There you go.” Hyuck’s voice mingles with your moans in his ear, and Mark groans. “Seems like she likes you.” For him, this is all a show, watching his loser virgin roomie tongue fuck his girlfriend. Hyuck always knew you were a slut, but he never knew you would fall this far, drool staining his pillowcase as you grind desperately onto the tongue of a guy who had never seen nor touched a pussy in his life.

“When she’s moaning like that, it means she’s close.” Mark’s eyes flick up to his roommate, his hands still superglued to your ass and tongue still buried deep into your cunt. “Remember what I said about teasing? Can’t make her cum yet, or she’ll be too tired for what comes next.”

What comes next? Mark’s rhythm is interrupted by Hyuck’s comment and he pulls away, licking his lips and wiping the sweat from his brow. “Do you mean…?”

His roommate nods with a smile. “I do mean that. I’d go first but– and I hate to say this– you were so good at eating her out that if I fuck her now, she’ll cum way too early.”

“Need it so bad…” Both boys look at you, and one scoffs whilst the other gasps. You’re a mess, probably more of a mess than Mark. Blackened tears run down your cheeks, your lipstick is smudged and drool trails down your chin as you look back at the both of them. “Want you both. Please.”

“Both?” Mark balks. He didn’t even know that was possible.

“What a fucking slut.” Hyuck slaps your ass and you groan, a tear running down your cheek and a dribble of arousal running down the back of your thigh. “You don’t get both regularly, but suddenly you want two cocks instead of one? C’mon, babygirl. Don’t be greedy now that Mark’s around.”

Ordinarily, Mark would never be able to talk to anyone like that, let alone a girl, but when Hyuck says it, it sounds so natural, and your reaction is very different to what he would expect. You arch your back, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

You like being degraded. That much is clear from the way you chase after Hyuck’s snide comments, the way you bite your lip whenever he calls you a slut. Mark raises his eyebrows.

“She likes it when you talk dirty to her,” he whispers, looking at his roommate. “Is she… is she always like this?”

“Always has been, and probably always will be. Why do you think she agreed to this whole thing?” Your boyfriend cards his fingers through your hair before pulling you up so that you’re flush against his chest, ass brushing against his erection through his jeans. “She wanted to humiliate herself in front of you, Mark. She wanted you to know how needy she is. For her, it was never about helping you.” Mark watches the way you shudder when Hyuck’s hand trails down your belly, fingers resting just above the peak of your clit. “Pretty girl’s always wanted to be stuffed full with another cock. And she’s always wanted it to be you.”

Mark’s breathing is shallow. You knew he was a virgin, but you wanted him anyway, wanted to see him crumble and let himself go.

Instead of being weirded out by this information, his lip quirks up in a smile. “Is that so?”

Your eyelids flutter. “Y-yeah. Thought you were p-pretty.”

His head tilts, and he’s suddenly filled with a wave of confidence. “Really? Or did you just like the fact that you would be the one to take my virginity? Isn’t Hyuck enough for you, princess?”

The room falls silent, save for the intermingled sound of shallow breathing. Hyuck is shocked that Mark would ever say something like that, let alone use that tone, but when the shock subsides, he smiles. “Why don’t you show her how much of a slut she is?”

Mark smiles at his roommate, reveling in the way you shudder against him. “I’d love to.”

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