#robot!nct

[froghwon]

Mark & Jisung | Some Minds & Voices

[kpop-bbg]

[pipiteer]

@maudlintrash remember when i made a four minute video in the windows photo app about a kpop boy who wasn't even MY special kpop boy all for the sake of a joke...

[cybe4ss]

He’s certainly the biggest hit on the stage !!

[parvezrazu]

https://shorturl.at/jorvQ

[ohmytyong]

mark and jisung are geniuses they left me GAGGED with that performance

[shakil3dclothshop]

love love mom

[myinitialsjewellery]

Birth Flower Custom Ring

[theworld-accordingtocasey]

However, a big fuck u to sm for putting 127 on a flight without even a day to recuperate

[muntitled]

𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐚

Pairings: Jaemin Na x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Jaemin Na, the dashing yet ambitious magnate, is tired of playing the toll as a silent stakeholder. He wants your father's business. He wants the whole thing, even if it means seducing the boss's daughter to get it.

Warning: Business Rivals to Fwb to lovers, Toxic Family Relationship, Violence, Business politics, Businessman AU, Forbidden Relationship, Slight Angst, Male Manipulation, Manipulation tactics, Smut (+18) Minors dni, Daddy Kink, Degradation Kink, Rough Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Ownership Kink, DDLG, Fingering, Spitting, Marking, Bruises, Grinding, Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex.

A/N: My third NCT Dream fic! They're truly my favorite group, so I plan on writing more for them. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this. Excuse me while I project my daddy kink onto Jaemin. Im sorry, but my bias fuels it way too much. You all saw that live, right?... THAT one live. Iykyk. Anyway, he's so daddy coded, okay bye.

The moon is high, and the night is deep when you find yourself quite literally being paraded around a bustling open reception. Goldleaf and tinsel wrap around the off-white columns, veneering the room in a deep but faintly expensive sepia tone. Despite the hatred festering in your bones, you did have to admit that the clubhouse in the very center of a highly competitive Country Club did make for a good party reception indeed. Nestling all of 100 dapper guests, 100 partners, wives and mistresses, and 100 wallets, to sink their wrinkled hands into.

Your father did know how to throw a party, you'd certainly give the man that. That is all you give him, however. That is all the grace he deserves.

Despite the tempest of emotions in your veins, the laughter you emit to the group surrounding the small appetizer's table is static and robotic, and anything but genuine. It pitters politely out of your lips as you raise the flute of shampagne, hoping to disguise just how fucking annoyed you actually were.

"You'll do well to remember the name," your father proclaims before laying a hand on your back as he pushes you closer into the circle of suited men - a lamb to the proverbial slaughter.

"She's going to be running things once I retire," a Jazz number played by a live band is not enough to drown out the influx of chatter that spreads throughout the main hall of the Clubhouse at the news of your father's retirement. You could practically here the thinning lips salivate at the very sound of it: The emperor, stepping down, leaving his empire vulnerable to the raiders.

"I feel proud and so unbelievably lucky to have such a reliable line of succession." Says your father, "When I'm six foot under, I'll know that Neo Tech is safe in her hands-"

A snicker escapes, likely concocted by the decent amount of alcohol in your blood, "Although that time isn't coming soon enough!" Your statement allows for a grand chuckle to fall across the table where you all stood, nursing your deviled eggs and bacon-wrapped asparagus.

The display is that of good-natured jest between a father and daughter to the guests around you, clad in ambercrombie suits and Alexander Mcqueen gowns.

Your father, however, slithers a hand onto your shoulder, squeezing all too hard as he laughs statically.

You can feel the warning in his calloused grip. A stern threat...

Not too much, it cautioned.

The action, though seemingly innocent and fleeting to the rest of the table, draws the attention of a man whose countenance had been sparse and dismisive the entire evening. Despite this being a private gathering for your father's most trusted stakeholders and their partners, Jaemin had been far from interested in attending.

Once, he was made privy to the knowledge that this was a retirement celebration, however... that changed things, and Jaemin threw on his jet black Armani blazer over a silky unisex blouse that stretched across his chest.

He admits that he made his attendance out of greed. Having to save face and play the roll of the responsibile stakeholder before he was truly able to pillage your father's company right from underneath him. If that meant entertaining the degenerate conversation of greying white men with viagra prescriptions and a cocaine addiction, then so be it.

"It truly is a shame that I have to take something from someone as promising as yourself." He whispers to himself over the rim of his own champagne flute, his darkened eyes stationed on you. It was difficult not to stare, when you were being hounded by business associates, men and women alike, eager to ascertain how they might win the hand of the queen.

A silk gown drips like the liquidfied night sky down your curves, spilling on the floor around what Jaemin imagined to be ample, soft thighs - something he could sink his fingers into, sink his teeth into-

You're chuckling very fakely at something an investor said at a round cocktail table nearby. Although what really gets Jaemin's blood rushing through his arteries is the sight of your father dragging you away from the main hall, up a spiraling stair case. Jaemin prided himself on minding his business. This came second nature to him.

What he could not ignore, however, was the slight alarm, marring the scowl along your soft face. Nothing could spoil your perfect makeup, but the frown he caught a glimpse of before you disappeared was enough.

Jaemin almost immediately found his Hilfiger loafers leading him down the path you had just walked. He downed the golden liquid in his flute and, never breaking eye contact from the spiral staircase, placed the glass on the tray of a mobile waiter. He wiped the access champagne off his lips, quite barbarically, with the sleeves of his blazer as he emerged into the main foyer.

Immediately, a hiss of conversation could be heard from the mezzanine above.

"-the hands of the company! Do you understand how important this is?! How fucking ungrateful you are-"

"Not to interrupt," Jaemin speaks, slyly climbing the stairs as he stuffed his hand into the pocket of his dress pants. The look your father thows him is absolutely villanizing.

Instead of shying away, however, you swallow thickly to note a slow sick sort of smirk curling onto Jaemin's face.

"Who the fuck are you?" Instead of sparing your father any look at all, Jaemin's gaze is solidified on your father's violent grip on your forearm.

"You don't know who he is?" You ask your father, marginally shocked but not at all surprised as Jaemin neared the two of you.

"That's okay, that's okay," he says, letting the gleaming smirk stay solid across his face, "My father sends his greetings, by the way" Jaemin says, "I didn't wish for our 45% share not to be represented at such a monumental event."

Therein lies the very first signs of embarrassment around your father's face. He begrudgingly removes his grip from your forearm but does not leave before he quickly tacks on, "Excuse me, Mr Na, but this is a private conversation -"

Jaemin is already lifting his hand, his Rolex gleaming under the crystal chandelier as he casually says, "Important enough to miss an audience with your shareholders? Everyone is asking for you, big man." Jaemin replies smoothly, "You are still the boss, right?"

Then, and only then does Jaemin exchange the very first real bit if eye contact with you tnh entire evening, and God strike you dead if it did not release an influx of warm, sputtering butterflies with molten wings in the pit of your stomach. You're still glidd to his side. The successor cradled tightly to her Daddy's arm.

"We'll finish this later," Your father hisses in your ear before stepping back and giving Jaemin one final nod. His disappearance births an uncomfortable heat and even more uncomfortable silence in the mezzanine. Jaemin does nothing but watch you with a tilted head and a near constant smirk.

"Hi." He says cheekily, all of the seriousness in his voice gone as he begins to move closer to you. You only roll your eyes before turning around to scour for a free room in the clubhouse. He follows cooly and calmly.

"Stop staring at my ass," you chide, pushing open a heavy door before switching on the light.

"Nah," Jaemin follows you inside. "Don't tell me what to do,"

He turns to peer down the corridor with one raised eyebrow before effectively sealing the door shut. You had led the both of you into one of the very many guest suites peppered across the Clubhouse. Jaemin is remarkably pleased to notice how your inhibitions immediately melt away. Your shoulders relax as you kick off your red bottomed heels, letting them land lazily in a corner.

"You haven't told him have you?" His voice is stable but rumbles like a heavy cloud throughout the room.

You evade eye contact as you quickly walk up to him, beginning to splay tiny kisses around his exposed neck.

"No, Jaemin," Your breathe fans across his exposed skin as you undo thr little bow of the silk blouse, "I did not tell my father about your plans to rape his company," You push down his blazer and he lets you. Watching you with a piercing glare as a deep, warm, pool of lust begins to grow in your core at the very sight of how big he truly is.

"Would you rather he find out on the day?" He asks, still letting you undress him as if he was a lifeless piece of him. "I know you're evil but that evil-"

"Fuck, you're so hot," Jaemin's cock stirs, as it always did, when that needy sort of whine pushed itself out the confines of your throat. You knew what buttons to push, to get the reaction you wanted. Tonight, however, would prove to be a much different occasion.

"How long do you plan on waiting?" You're nails are dragging itself down the front of his muscled body. Before you can reach his cock, already causing a bulge in his dress pants, Jaemin roughly grabs at your wrist.

"I said. How long do you plan on waiting?" Despite the calmness in his voice, Jaemin's grip on your wrist is unrelenting. It is rough, and it is violent, and it makes your father's earlier grip on your forearm feel like a child's play.

"Fucking forever, Jaemin! Jesus!" You burst in a flurry of rage and lust and frustration. "I will wait until forever it means I won't get outed as a shit daughter and a fucking rat, Jaemin!"

He tilts his head as he smiles and cooly says, "Watch that tone."

But he's already got you going, and you're finally letting out the feelings that had only been building for the duration of an entire, hellish evening. "Can you even begin to understand how I feel?! I know you want this company, but -"

"But?" Jaemin asks in a sing-song voice before pulling you closer by your wrist. He dips his head down, folding his tall frame over as he tilts your head up. "There shouldn't be a but, baby." The words are veneered in a lustful whisper as he finally places his lips to your throat.

"With me, it's either all or nothing." Now it's Jaemin's turn to slowly drag his hands up the side of your curves. He lets the tips of his fingers tease the fabric as he smoothes his hand over your chest. Your resolve explodes, and you melt right into him, as his hand makes its way up your throat. His palm enclosing the spot where his lips have just been.

"I hate seeing you like that, baby. I hate seeing you glued to his side when you should be glued to mine."

You're faintly aware that you're both mobile now. Not knowing which way is up and which is down as your back presses against a wall.

"He's..." you swallow thickly as Jaemin slips down the soft fabric of your dress. Your exposed shoulder is immediately assaulted by his reign of wet and drunken kisses.

As he tongues at the skin, Jaemin makes sure to look up at you. Siren eyes under thick eyebrows as he pushes the fabric all the way down until your dress is pooling at your feet and you're left in nothing but your Fenty underwear.

"He's family." You applaud yourself mentally for having the brain capacity to formulate all of two words. That celebration, however, immediately falls short when Jaemin snickers. He pulls back, turning his head slightly as his tongue stabs the inside of his mouth before swinging his head back to you.

"You always tell me you only have one, Daddy, don't you?"

A deep, angry heat blossoms around your skin as you evade eye contact. "Jesus, Jaemin."

"Jaemin?" He mocks, before pushing you back further onto wall.

"Is that who I am to you?"

"That is your name, yes." Your confidence waver when his hands begin to push down the straps of bra. He undoes the clasps as he says, "Interesting. So then, i guess, my name wasnt Jaemin, when i fucked you on a nalcony in Mykonos? Got it."

He's quick to push your panties down far enough so that he's forcing his fingers between your legs. The gasp you emit is almost painful as you immediately buck your hips into his hand. “Fuck-”

“You cum on my hand, correct?”

“F-Fuck,” he lets you hump lazily into his palm and you all but whimper as your begin to yearn for him to fuck you with his long digits.

“You cum on my hand. You cum on my cock. Only I can do that for you, baby”

“God, yes, Daddy.”

Jaemin has to physically stop himself from not pulling his pants down and fucking your brains right right and there. Those words leaving your mouth did something animalistic to him- scratching a very archaic part of his monkey brain that let him know that you needed him. You needed him to reach orgasm, you needed him to fuck you to feel good. You needed him.

“You don't need anyone else, but me, right baby?”

You're so dangerously close to the edge, your vision blurring with your oncoming orgasm as you reply, “You, Daddy- only you.”

His cock is pushing painfully against dress pants and Jaemin swear as he pulls his blouse over his head. Your breathing grows even more precipitous when you see his torso in all its big and gleaming glory.

“need you so bad,” you mumble, still pushing your hips out even though his hand has disappeared and there's nothing there.

“Yeah?” He asks, pulling his cock out without breaking eye contact, “You need Daddy’s cock, don't you, sweetheart?”

“I need it,” you whisper and watch as your words affect him in ways you had not seen before.

Jaemin’s eyes are blown into saucers while the tips of his brown hair is drenched in sweat. Gone is the cockiness. Gone is the smirk. He only brings a cupped hand up to your mouth as he orders you to, “Spit.”

Almost without thinking about it, you do just that, and Jaemin watches with an open mouth as he begins to stroke his himself with your wetness. He throws his head back in a broken amalgamation of a moan and a gasp, and you're only left to watch while your hand almost subconsciously moves down your own body.

The sound of your wetness brings Jaemin back to the mission at hand as he lolls his head forward. The sight of you fucking yourself, knuckles deep, as your eyes zero in on his hand, has him immediately pushing you against the wall.

“You're such a fucking slut-” He hisses and you moan as he pulls your hand up to his mouth. “Did Daddy teach you to be a slut?” and when you fail to respond he only says, “Answer me,” he says cooly, “Did I teach you to be a slut, or a good girl?”

You have truly reached a stalemate. Not knowing what to say that might garner a favourable response. Dread pools in your tummy and Jaemin only watches as go to war with yourself. The conflict in your eye is present and raw.

All is quiet as Jaemin bends down slowly and that signature smirk curls at the end of his lips.

“Cute.” He whispers before crashing his lips against yours.

Your hands enclose around the back of Jaemin's hand as he effortlessly picks you up off the ground, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist. He pushes you up against the wall and the immediate contact of your dripping pussy pressed against his skin has you both moaning and groaning into the kiss.

“So fucking cute...” He whispers before easing his cock right into you, “You're so fucking tight- fuck-” the wind sounds like it has been knocked clean out of him as he begins to fuck you with harsh, violent thrusts.

“That's it, pretty girl,”

You can hear the smile in his voice and you fight to open your eyes. If there was one thing that got you even wetter it was the sight of Jaemin just managing a lazy open-mouth smile as he forced his cock into your cunt. It stings and hurts but the pleasure in his hooded eyes make the experience all the more worth it.

Jaemin clenches his jaw together as he leans down until you're both forehead to forehead.

“That man downstairs isn't your Daddy, is he?” His eyes dare you to disagree with him but all you do us shake your head as you say, “You. You're my Da- oh God.”

“I'll take that title too,” he chuckles before pushing his face into the crook of your neck as he sped up his pace. Jaemin fucks hard and rough and you claw mindlessly at his back. He loves it. You know he does because his cock is twitching inside of you and you know he's close.

“Fuck-Daddy, please!”

Your begging nearly sends him over the edge but he still manages to keep his thrusts hard and unrelenting. “You gonna cum for me, Princess?”

“F-Fuck yes, Sir-”

“You're not gonna keep me a secret, are you? Promise me. ” You knew what he was doing, forcing you into a mental state of complete disrepair as he bullied his cock into your cunt.

“F-Fuck," he hisses, "Answer me, baby- ‘mgonna fill your cunt so fucking fast,” he breathes out, before throwing his head back again.

“Promise!” You grit out, “I promise-” almost immediately, your orgasm washes over you eliciting wave after wave of delicious pleasure that has your mind rumbling.

“F-Fuck you're so tight- Fuck, Fuck, fuck-!” He exclaims before he's emptying himself inside of you. He's fucking you with the stamina of a caveman as he forces his seed all the way inside. “God you're so sexy, you know that?” He says, with his eyes still clenched shut as his aftershocks pass through his body. “So fucking hot.”

While his mind soars on the wings of his orgasm, that post nut clarit crashes through gradually. You breathe out steadily as you stare into nothingness. “I can't believe I gave our family company away like that,”

A hand is quick to pull you by the chin until you're looking up at him. Even with his wet and matted hair, along with the beads of sweat growing pregnant on his brow, Jaemin remains ever handsome. His smile ever present.

“It's still the family business, Honey.” Jaemin smirks, “Our family.”

♡♡♡ if you made it this far, thanks for reading

[thatsatricky1]

𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 || ‘𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞’ Chapter VI

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Abandoned. After going through hell and back together, she was left there to fend for herself. Y/n felt as though they’d left her in the dust at the facility. A facility that had taken young gifted children raising them in secret. The eight of them had been taken as children and grown up together at the facility and just when it they had the chance of escaping they made one crucial mistake, leaving her behind in the dust. One big mistake they hadn’t forgiven themselves for, and she would make sure they’d never forget it.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Nct Dream ot7 x Reader.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Angst, Fluff, Mystery, Psychological, Supernatural, Thriller, Trauma, Weird Humor.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst, abandonment, mild fighting, trauma, tension.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6,1k+

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: This does not depict an accurate picture of Nct Dream and this is strictly fantasy/fiction for entertainment purposes.

A dull buzz of white noise from the intercom was the only thing that could be heard through the room, shrouded in darkness. Even her breaths were silent.

“Good morning, today is the first of December, it is currently 5:30 a.m. You have half an hour to start completing your morning tasks in order to get ready for the day before check in.”

Like clockwork the voice rang through the intercom causing it to come to life, the lights in her room automatically turning on. A harsh white colour, that illuminated the whole place. Yet the figure laying in bed stayed still, though only for a moment before her muscle memory kicked in causing her to sit up in her bed.

Getting out of bed, making sure to fold and neatly place the sheets and pillows as if she’d not laid in it previously. Before moving almost robotically towards the bathroom attached to her room. Pushing the shower curtain aside and turning the warm tap on full blast, steam rising and fogging the room.

She scrubbed at her skin harshly not taking in the heat nor the fast pace she washed herself at. Only going through the steps burned into her head from the beginning. The facility was all she knew, this was all she would ever know.

Stepping out of the shower, making sure her feet landed on the shower carpet not to get any water on the clean white tiles. Drying herself off, not shivering at the cold air rushing over her skin after drowning her skin in boiling water. Skin not even tinged red from it.

“Good morning, today is the first of December, it is currently 5:45 a.m. You have fifteen minutes to finish completing your morning tasks in order to get ready for the day before check in.”

The intercom crackling to life once again, the dull voice reminding those inside the facility of the remaining time before check in.

She did not flinch at the sudden voice, having already expected it. Instead she completed drying her hair before moving to slip on her morning uniform. A deep rich blue jumpsuit.

Zipping it up easily before moving towards the bathroom mirror to brush through her now dry long rich brown hair. Having not been able to cut it since she could remember. Pulling her hair up into a high ponytail, making sure there was not a hair out of place.

“Good morning, Check in will commence in two minutes, those not finished or at check in will be reprimanded.” The intercom with the man’s dull voice spoke again just like clockwork, it would ring one more time, that she knew.

As the intercom spoke she was already standing in front of the door, hand itching to grab at it but waited for the man’s voice to finish speaking as it would be fruitless to try beforehand. Once finished speaking over the intercom a clear click was heard at her door, indicating her room door had been automatically unlocked.

Grabbing the handle loosely as she pushed the door outwards while stepping into the hallway, the hallway was much more comfortable to look at than her room. It had a more human appearance compared to her stale white room. Not taking the time to look at the all too familiar scenery as she instead walked down the hallway ignoring familiar faces that joined at the end of the hallway for check in.

“Check in has started.” The intercom crackled out in the hallway just as the slot in the wall opened up to show two plastic white cups, one filled with water whereas the second one had a singular green capsule pill in it. A newly added video surveillance camera was added to the check in wall to observe everyone taking their ‘supplements’.

Y/n waited silently in the line for her own turn. Moving up to the slot as it opened up to show her the two cups. Her gaze shifted from it to look dead into the camera’s view while grabbing both cups. Letting the pill slip out of the cup into her mouth before washing it down with the water.

Before opening her mouth, shifting her tongue down to show the camera a clear view of how she’d swallowed the pill. Only moving away once a small ding and green light appeared, slot closing when it was deemed she’d actually taken her pill.

Hands crushing the two small cups and chucking them into the bin below her before spinning on her heels to leave the hallway. At first she had refused to continue taking the green pill but it had only resulted in her getting a forced injection instead, so slowly over the month she’d reverted back to taking the daily pills.

Instead of moving back towards her room she made her way past it and towards another doorway that led towards the cafeteria where breakfast would be served in the C wing. Ignoring the slight pang of naustia that hit her as the pill already started to give a numbing sensation in her head.

“My sweet girl.” A voice rang out through the hallways freezing her limbs, as if she couldn’t take another step in the direction she wanted to go even if she tried.

“My girl. Come home.” The voice rang out louder behind her, her heartbeat racing at just the mere two words spoken out.

“Y/n.”

Her name causes her to spin around in a panic on her heels to face the voice only to be met with pitch black darkness.

“Y/n.”

Eye’s snapping open, Y/n’s body flung upwards in the back car seat, her hand moving fast to grab tightly onto the hand resting on her shoulder, only to be met face to face with Jaemin who’d opened her car side door leaning in.

“You alright?” Jaemin asked out in concern, eyebrows scrunching in clear worry at her reaction when he’d tried to wake her up.

Stilling, she let her body relax realising it had been a dream. She may have escaped the institute, but it would always haunt her, having its claws digging into her in some way. Rolling her shoulders back as she took a breath in.

“I’m fine, you just caught me off guard.” She nonchalantly replied trying to brush off what had happened not wanting any curious questions flying from his mouth.

Jaemin stared at her, eyes scanning her features before nodding knowing well enough she wouldn’t say anything more about it. Even if Jaemin had his own idea of what it was. All the boys suffered nightmares about the institute even now, less frequent but still present.

“Alright, well we’re back.” Jaemin replied hand itching to take her seatbelt off for her yet watched her do it herself, only moving half his body out the car once she gestured for him to move out of the way.

Stepping out of the car she glanced around at everyone, they had matured, they were taller as well. She didn’t notice too much before having been preoccupied with her emotions that over time were getting better to swallow in their presence, which meant nothing to her or at least that’s what she tried convincing herself.

Silently brushing past them and towards the back door of the store glancing down at the slight burn marks left on the ground from the melted chains previously.

“You could have just knocked, that came out of all our pockets.” Chenle joked stepping up next to her gesturing at the group and up and the new locks.

“My bad, ask the institute they’ve got new locks that even I can’t break.” The words flew from her mouth before she could think whether or not it was wise to say.

Mark, who'd been pulling the key out his pocket, frowned, turning towards her and as she caught his eyes, she knew exactly what came to his mind. He wanted to know what the year was truly like. He’d know soon enough, or at least what she wanted them too.

She could choose many routes for the discussion, remind them of everything she had to do to escape alone, how cruel that year was alone, how independent she’d become and so much more.

Once the eight made it inside they all walked towards the staff room, walking in and settling down in different spots. Y/n moving to take a seat in a one seater as she leaned back glancing at their faces.

“Who was following you to the gas station?” The sudden question came from Renjun as watched her closely. Her head slowly moved to look at him.

“That’s none of your concern, next question.” She bluntly declined to answer.

“How did you escape… the facility? You said the locks were hard to break.” Chenle asked to push away tension with a new topic but bit his lip internally cringing at asking a worse question.

“After a few people managed to escape, they made some changes.” Y/n started off as Jaemin shifted in his seat at the fact she could have said their names but chose to say people as if they didn’t have a past together.

“One being the locks, but everything has a breaking point. I just thought outside the box. And what do you know, it worked.” She explained without giving up the way she’d broken the locks.

“What else changed?” Donghyuck asked out curious on what had changed after their escape.

“After everything that happened they cracked down on the pills.” She explained eyes shifting away from their gaze.

“In what way?” Mark asked from beside the staff desk where he sat on the office chair not sure if he wanted to know, the past catching up in his mind.

“There’s a camera now, they observe you taking it and double check if you swallowed it. If you didn’t take it, well then they inject you instead.” Y/n nonchalantly explained yet had to hold back a look of disdain at remembering the amount of times she’d been shoved to the cold ground held there until she’d gotten her shot.

Jisung winced, leaning back in his seat knowing fully well that she had taken quite a few shots then. Chenle’s hand absentmindedly moved to touch Jisung’s shoulder.

“Those who showed signs of even slight positive progression were tested on twice as much, those who were progressing faster than normal were tested on as much as possible, And even those who didn’t progress, well they were tested on regardless in a hope to jumpstart something.”

Jeno’s jaw clenched at the thought of even more tests then they’d been subjected to happening in that god awful place.

“Did your testing change?” Jisung asked slightly distressed at the mere thought of it. When they’d escaped she was the slowest to have progressed on her abilities and from what they’d seen in their own store the day before it could only mean she’d been heavily pushed and tested on to have progressed so fast.

Y/n stared at Jisung for a few seconds mulling over in her head what she could and couldn’t say. There was a lot more to it, there was a reason they were searching for her more than anyone else.

“If you mean I got tested on more, than yes of course. But not because I was a slow progresser, I was the opposite.” At their confused looks she leaned forward the slightest bit revealing “I was always better than I showed off, but it got revealed in the end.”

“How did they find out?” Mark asked cutting off Donghyuck who he’d known would start drilling her for not telling them back then that she could do more then she showed.

“The day after you all left. I wasn’t very happy to say the least the next day.” She answered truthfully with her hand picking at the couch where it was flaking.

“Why not on the actual day?” Donghyuck butted in closing his mouth when her sharp gaze landed on him.

“It’s very hard to do anything when you're knocked out cold, hence why I only reacted the next day.” She shot out sharply a slight edge to her tone.

“Enough I don’t want nor need to explain what happened in the Institute anymore, it’s no use telling you what changed when you’ve been free from it for so long.” She dismissed the conversation topic.

“Y/n that day… your second attempt at escaping. You know what you felt that day, how right at the end you felt as though you could do anything to escape right?” Renjun questioned out.

Y/n knew where this was going, and the anger inside her boiled, an ugly feeling she never liked but knew very well she deserved to feel. Her chin raised slightly as she looked Renjun dead in the eyes.

“If this is your way to start talking about why you left me, it’s not a great start. I did feel desperate, but I didn’t leave anyone behind. I got two other people out with me. We went our separate ways afterwards but I still got them out.” She revealed, causing Renjun to blank.

“Who-”

“Yang yang and Shotaro.” Y/n cut his question off before he could even start. When all eight had made their escape attempt the first time those two had been a day new to the institute, the group faintly remembered their faces.

“You helped them escape?” Jeno asked out yet his question was barely a whisper.

“I did. I didn’t see much of them since we were in different wards, but I knew that they didn’t deserve to be there, especially since they hadn’t developed their abilities well.” She replies anyway having picked his whisper up.

“So, Renjun, if your idea is to make me realise you left me there out of desperation.” She started speaking voice tight, leaning forward in her chair as she continued “I didn’t leave them behind, who were barely known to me, even if it nearly cost me my freedom.”

She remembered well that the two second decision of going by their ward first to grab them had nearly made it a close call in escaping but she had done it non the less knowing exactly how it felt.

Renjun swallowed what felt like guilt, nearly choking on it as he looked away, shame waving over him at what he’d attempted to do realising it hadn’t at all been a logical way to go around it.

“We always talked about you, everyday. Since the first day we got out.” Jisung suddenly spoke up causing her to look over at him but his gaze was casted down at his hands where he fidgeted with his fingers nervously.

“I only had you in mind the first time we went to the beach, I wondered what your reaction would have been, what you would have said, if it had been worth the wait, even now at the beach I always thought about you.” Jisung continued his voice louder now but rushed trying to get all of his emotions out before taking a sharp breath in.

“I felt guilty, I still feel guilty everyday Y/n for leaving you behind. It was the worst thing we could have done, I know they carry that guilt with them too. We would try making it up to you for the rest of time if it was possible.”

His words, she couldn’t help but notice he’d matured not just in height but the way he carried himself, the way he spoke. Her jaw clenched not wanting to take in his sincere words but it was hard when it came to Jisung.

“They didn’t want to leave. It was me. I suggested we leave.” Jeno spoke up suddenly causing Y/n to look at him.

“If there is anyone to blame it’s me.” Jeno decided he’d take the fall for it, he’d been the one to suggest it.

“I don’t care who suggested it in the first place, the thing that matters is you all agreed to it.” She shook her head, the intention was the main thing.

“Look let me make it clear, I hated it, I thought about what you all did to me every single second that I was stuck in that hell hole and I hated you for leaving me, but that doesn’t mean I hated that you escaped. I would never hate you for escaping the institute. What I hated was how you left me there.” Her words were purely truthful.

“Whether you feel remorseful or guilty is none of my concern. Your actions spoke louder that day.” Y/n spoke, closing her eyes for a second to ground herself before continuing “You expect me to forgive you, to let it slide, to even try and regain some sort of relationship with you all. But can you really expect that from me?

It was silent and not one that was comfortable. The boys knew where she was coming from. They hadn’t even expected her to be fine with the fact they’d escaped but it was reassuring to know that.

“We want to try, even if you can’t forgive us. Let us at least try.” Donghyuck was the first to break the silence around them.

“Even if I did agree there wouldn’t be a way for you to do so, I’m leaving soon.” She shook her head with a sigh.

“Weren’t you supposed to leave earlier? Why leave now?” Chenle asked curiously as she shot him a look.

“I got distracted. I already spent too much time here.”

“Why can’t you just stay?” Chenle pushed further causing her to stand up from her seat, Mark standing up as well from the office desk worried Chenle had pressed her too far.

“If you want the institute to find you be my guest, I’ll stay around and we’ll all get caught.” She sharply responded as if stating the obvious to them.

“Why do you think they’d find you so easily.” Mark asked as he finally made his way over to the group.

“Because they can. It’s why I move so much, I’ve been close to getting caught before and I don’t intend to get sent back there.” She justified her reasoning for constantly being on the move.

“We’ll protect you.” Mark shook his head taking a step further towards her, causing her to raise an eyebrow.

“What are you gonna do Mark, phase through a wall or phase away from their fists?” Her words were meant to sting but he didn’t let them. Watching as she gestured towards the others.

“Is Renjun going to stop them by healing them? Is Jisung going to stop them by his body laying somewhere while he takes control of one of them or goes into their dreams? Is Jaemin going to play green light, red light with their shadows? Is Jeno going to through an orb of energy to distract them? Is Haechan going to be able to tell them what to do all at the same time? Is Chenle going to grab one of their guns and instantly know everything about how it was used in the past?” She really tried to dig at their feelings to make them realise it wouldn’t work.

“Our abilities changed over time, they’re better now with new uses. We can do much more than that and even still as a group together we could do it.” Mark didn’t back down, moving to gently grab her hand.

“Pardon me for not being too keen on a group dynamic at the moment. And even then, more will come.” She responded against his words yet let him hold her hand.

“Then let them come. We won’t let them take you back there.” Mark refused to give up giving her hand a gentle squeeze, something they had done in the past when a member was overwhelmed.

“You worked for all this, your store, your freedom, the right to live and you’d just let it burn to the ground for me not to move to the next place.” Y/n couldn’t believe they’d do something so risky not after everything.

“We told you it already Y/n, leaving you behind was our biggest mistake. We won’t do it again.” Jaemin chimed in from where he sat, face serious for once as he watched the two.

Y/n didn’t like it. Didn’t like this sudden change. After everything how could she know they wouldn’t just hand her over in return of being able to go free. Frowning she stared at Mark, trying to find any hint of falsely lingering, but found none. If she was honest with herself she was tired of running, a fight would be imminent one day whether it be tomorrow or in years to come.

“One more week, I’m staying another week to mull it over, but if I decline staying none of you can oppose it. Or I leave today.” She gave them an ultimatum and even before Mark could open his mouth another person spoke instead.

“Deal.” Jeno shot out knowing there would be no better offer than that, it was already generous enough for giving it a week to think over.

“Alright. Then let’s give it a week to think it over.” Mark agreed as his say was final as well for the boys, he’d always been the silent leader of their group.

“Give me a tour of the place, preferably the arcade room.” Y/n suddenly changed the topic not wanting to speak about the past for a while.

“What?” Mark uttered confused with a mix of shock at her request.

“You’re arcade.” Y/n doubled down on what she said.

“I’ll show you!” Donghyuck blurted out while he stumbled off the couch coughing to cover it up.

“You didn't like arcade games last time I remembered, Jisung show me?” She shook her head at Donghyuck’s request as Jisung nodded, getting up with Y/n following him out of the staff room and Chenle sneaking out behind them.

“It’s been two years, maybe I like them now.” Donghyuck grumbled to himself.

“You think she’ll actually consider it?” Renjun asked out as only the oldest were left in the staff room.

“She seemed against it, but there was this slight look in her eyes. I can’t explain it but I’m sure it means we have to have a little hope.” Mark replied to his words though he watched the open door rather than looking over at Renjun.

“She seemed pretty dead set on the fact she would be found, makes you wonder who the institute is trying to send.” Jaemin wondered out loud, it seemed as though they weren’t just sending out regular people but he didn’t dare to think they’d be sending out any special ability trained members.

“Let’s not think of it right now, we should just enjoy the time we have left with her.” Mark sighed out, hands going to his hips.

“What makes you sure she’ll be coming by next week? She said she’d think about it for a week, not that she’d visit us.” Jeno questioned out sitting with his legs spread and arms crossed.

“Stop being such a downer.” Donghyuck scolded teasingly, moving to shove his hand against Jeno’s shoulder only for Jeno to easily push his hand away before he’d gotten the chance.

“You said you’ve never played this before.” Chenle whined out with a pout noticing the points going higher and higher nearing his high score he’d been so proud of.

“I haven’t. Pac man just seems easy.” She shrugged as she continued playing almost too well. Chenle’s eyes squinted in suspicion, crossing his arms standing next to her and Jisung on the other side.

After getting past the high score she purposely stopped playing with 50 points extra causing Chenle to groan his head lightly knocking against the side of the arcade game.

She enjoyed the game but even she couldn’t help but feel bitter when a ghost caught up to her even if she’d done it on purpose. Always running.

“What do you think about the store?” Jisung asked out genuinely interested in what she thought.

“It’s very aesthetically pleasing to the eyes with a lot of variety so I’m not surprised it’s so popular here. Though you must have bad players if I’ve beaten two high scores now.” She shrugged.

Chenle let out a dramatic gasp as he pointed at her in horror.

“So you really were the one who beat Jeno’s high score on Pong!”

“Is that a bad thing?” She asked with a tilt of the head as Chenle grinned.

“He took forever to get that high score and no one could beat him.” Chenle felt smug about how easily Jeno got beaten but tried to forget about how one of his high scores did as well.

“I’m glad I didn’t freeze over the arcade game area.” Y/n hummed out looking around at the nice area.

“That took ages to defrost by the way.” Chenle chimed in as she gave him a blank look causing him to raise his arms.

“Wanna try beating one of Jaemin’s high scores?” Jisung asked her a small smile forming on his lips as she turned to look at him in interest.

“Lead the way.”

As the three went over to the Space invaders the four others in the staff room had finally made it to the arcade room as well but lingered by the open doorway.

“They look happy.” Mark mentioned softly about Jisung and Chenle who were grinning ear to ear, Chenle talking Y/n ear off on how to play space invaders while she was actively playing it.

“It’s because she’s here.” Jaemin hummed out the obvious staring at the back of her white and blue hair. He wouldn’t mind his high score being beat if it was her, she’d leave a mark on the arcade if she did decide to leave.

“Moment ruined.” Renjun groaned out as they watched Chenle and Jisung start play fighting, Jisung with his new height easily overpowering Chenle into a headlock, who was too stubborn to admit defeat all the while Y/n continued focusing on the game.

“I wouldn’t say ruined.” Mark muttered a fond smile glued to his face at the scene in front of him.

Y/n hummed as she debated what she’d type into the new high score holder name area. She’d left the Pac-Man one empty and the Pong one. But she decided she’d leave something this time. Using the controls to entire a name in.

“Dove? Why dove?” Jisung asked freezing as he watched, Chenle looking up from where he was in a headlock to see it as well.

“Just a nickname I picked up along the way.” She explained not being able to help the gentle smile that formed on her face.

Jisung dropped Chenle from the headlock smitten with her smile as Chenle let out a grunt not expecting it falling to the groovy patterned carpet floor.

“You beat my high score.” Jaemin’s voice caused her to turn around, noticing the four that had joined them.

“Yeah, first time playing too.” Y/n teased out and as much as Jaemin felt knocked down a bit it also felt warm at the fact he’d been teased, teasing was good, it meant a tiny bit of progress was happening.

“We ended up deciding to close the store for the rest of the day, if you want to try out a few area’s?” Mark offered as a few of the boys glanced at him not knowing they were closing already, obviously a sudden decision on Mark’s part.

“I would ask if it’s bad for business how much you close the store but I’m starting to think your guys store is doing well enough to be able to.” She remarked with a slight raise of her eyebrow.

“You could say that.” Mark responded with a sheepish smile only to watch her curiously when she pulled out her phone when it made a ding noise.

Y/n pulled her phone out as she silently cursed to herself seeing a miss call from San and a few notifications in the group chat and one message from San. Moving to unlock her phone, flicking to San’s message first.

It was asking if there was a specific time he could call her. Her fingers nimbly texting back a quick response to which she got one back. Humming at the new plans she’d just made before flicking through the chat just seeing a few funny texts, finally pocketing her phone.

“I’m leaving in ten minutes so I can’t stay and take your offer for any longer than that.” She announced her change in plans as the boys watched with different reactions.

“You had a sudden change of plans?” Donghyuck asked out, not being able to help his curiousity.

“Technically coming here today wasn’t in my plans to begin with, but yes, a sudden plan change.” She revealed without much thought to it.

“Is it those two guys from that time you came in for your purse?” Jaemin asked his question this time ignoring the look he got from Mark who’d told them not to ask about them until she opened up.

Y/n stared at Jaemin for a few seconds before nodding deciding it wasn’t something she needed to hide, she could do as she liked seeing as she was her own person.

“Kind of.”

Jaemin not being able to help raising an eyebrow at the vague answer and by the looks of it she could tell as she decided to explain further.

“It’s not one of them, but another friend from that group.”

Jeno felt unsettled at the fact that there was more than two of them, it was three, who knows maybe even more. For some reason it rubbed him the wrong way. He tried justifying it in his head as him just being worried for her safety.

“I should probably go wait in the main area before I head out.” Y/n casted her gaze away from the others not particularly happy with the attention, especially coming from them.

“We can wait with you if you’d like.” Renjun offered not wanting to miss out on a few more minutes with her, not caring if he sounded needy in any way.

“I don’t really think you’ll leave me be anyway especially not him.” She pointed out moving her hand up pointing behind herself where Chenle stood.

“I don’t even feel offended by that to be honest with you.” Chenle chimed back with a shrug even if she couldn’t see the gesture.

“For once in your life.” Renjun shot back at him.

“So how long have you known these guys?” Jaemin asked out while sitting on one of the bean bags in the main entrance room.

“Some since I arrived, others a little later on.” Y/n answered knowing very well he wouldn’t give up on the sudden rapid fire questions unless at least one was answered, sitting on one of the beanbags herself.

She was sat on a surprisingly comfortable sky blue beanbag, they were new as she hadn’t seen them the day before, or they’d just been moved from one location to now here. Jaemin was on a green beanbag.

“Have you known the one picking you up long?”

Y/n looked over at him when he asked his question this time her eyes slightly sharper wondering why he’d ask that question. The last thing he could do was judge what type of friends she’d involved herself with and for how long. It was painfully ironic coming from him.

“Not that I need to answer your question, but yes I’ve known him longer than some of them.” She made sure to keep eye contact with him emphasizing the first part of her words.

“I don’t mean to overstep Y/n, you can’t blame me for being concerned.” Jaemin tried his best to get his opinion out in the politest way showing he meant no harm in his questions.

It was just the two of them as the others were either turning everything off and locking down the shop for the day.

Y/n didn’t respond to his words in favour of looking around the main entrance room. The aesthetic of it all was nice but a little too much at the same time. She was seeing it properly for the first time as emotions had clouded her the first two times, the third was filled with two many people but now she could see the large room quite well.

“I wish you would have turned around yesterday when I called out your name.” Jaemin’s sudden confession gained her attention, staring him down.

The atmosphere in the room not readable which was something Jaemin didn’t like, he couldn’t read her anymore, couldn’t figure out what was going on in her head. It killed him inside slightly knowing that he’d lost that connection with her.

“I wish you would have waited that day.”

Her response was a brutal hit, guilt washing over him and yet he knew it was well deserved. Not a day went passed where he’d wished he’d waited for her. She didn’t need to say what day, he knew clearly she meant the day they’d escaped without her.

“And I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.” He replied with honest dripping from his words, not breaking away from their now staring contest. Desperate for her to see the truth in his eyes.

Just as she was about to respond her phone light up with a ping noise breaking the silence instead. Jaemin leaning back in the beanbag after her eyes shifted to her phone she held in her hand, not having realised until then he’d leaned forward in anticipation of what she would have said.

“He’s waiting outside, I should get going.” Y/n explained while getting off the beanbag to stand.

Jaemin moved to stand up as well with a slight struggle getting off the beanbag. He wonders how she had gotten up so effortlessly without struggling, beanbags were awkward to get off of.

“Should I walk you out?”

Y/n held back an amused small smile at his offer, seeing as the entrance doorway wasn’t far from where they stood.

“I think I’ll managed the twenty seconds by myself without help.” Her response clearly showing her amusement over the offer.

His hand flew up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly at her words. It wasn’t even for safety, it was to just be near her a little longer even if it was just twenty seconds more, though he wouldn’t say that out loud.

“Goodbye Jaemin.”

He didn’t like her saying that, not because it was strange. It was a normal sentence to use. He just wanted her to say something less final. A ‘see you later’ or ‘till next time’.

“See you around.” Jaemin replied his voice steady with a small smile, arms itching to wrap her in a hug wondering if her hugs still felt the same. They had been something that had gotten him through rough days, and he craved for that feeling once again.

Instead he watched her turn around to face the entrance moving towards it. Not even a smile goodbye. Jaemin watched her closely as she got further away. He preferred it when she was walking towards his direction not away.

Y/n made it to the door hand moving to grab the handle to pull it inwards only for another person to beat her to it.

Jeno pulled the door inwards, holding it open for her, about to speak but was cut off.

“Dove, I’d ask why you wanted me to meet you here before we went back to the cafe but knowing Yunho and Wooyoung they’ve most likely dragged you into a game addiction.” San’s teasing tone filled the air as he walked forward to greet her, spreading his arms wide.

A light and gentle smile forming on her lips as she moved forward to wrap her arms around his waist in a hug to greet him back.

“You have no idea Sannie, thanks for meeting me here.”

“Who would name their child San.”

Y/n and San breaking off from their hug as San was met with a pink haired guy standing in the doorway arms crossed tightly, his head tilted slightly upwards in an attempt at showing his confident persona. Jeno’s eyes sharper than usual as he awaited any sort of response.

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Intimidating

jaemin x fem!reader x mark | nct dream ff. [one-shot] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, smut cw: nsfw minors dni, minor plot, threesome mfm, trio dynamic, friends, crack, established relationship, tickling, kissing, kinky, hair pulling, teasing, dom-sub dynamic, fingering, dumbification, oral sex, blowjob, deep throat, mouthfuck, spitroasting, double penetration, buttplug, lingerie, anal sex, condoms, overstimulation, nipple play, unprotected sex, praise kink, filmed, pet names, FLUFF!!! D; ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 7.5k

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The idea of them three, skin-to-skin, in the midst of doing it, bare bodies near each other… all of it seems intimidating.

The thought momentarily brushed Y/n’s mind, and it quickly produced cold sweats from her temples down to her feet. And all that’s left is clammy hands for her.

She didn't expect Jaemin to be serious in even entertaining the thought. Or has the slightest thought been given on this matter even?

Y/n could only sigh at her tense state.

Jaemin even said that the morning prior to today he actually already talked with Mark about the threesome set-up.

And he agreed.

Y/n doesn't want to admit that's all that consumed her head throughout the ride on the way to the airport. 

She's skittish as fuck about this.

Like who wouldn't?!

Yes, it was her idea in the first place. Most of the time she blames her curiosity, and this would certainly kill the cat.

The clenching of her pussy– cat certainly troubles Y/n in putting herself in these types of situations. FYI, she didn't really have anyone in mind to do this with, most importantly, not a close friend— as she can't even begin to put two-and-two together to think of sexual things towards a friend.

At most, here and behold Na Jaemin though as he is with one of his unpredictability streaming within his veins. 

Keep your head out of the gutter, Y/n. She tells herself off. It’s not a good impression to make of a friend. Let alone it being the first time meeting their friend.

What will he make out of me after this?

She can’t help but feel the intensity in her system the more the moment comes closer.

It’s not long until Jaemin and Y/n arrive at the airport to come and pick up Mark.

-

“It’s only until I move back to the dorms with Haechan,” Mark says, getting more napkins to wipe some droplets off himself. It came from his cold drink. They settled to fill themselves at a fast food place.

“You’re sharing the place with others too?” Jaemin asked, and the other guy nodded as they continued eating off their plate. Jaemin volunteered that Mark could go on and stay at his place until further notice.

“Once classes start, yeah, I’ll be moving in a week or two before or so,” Mark says, sipping his drink.

Y/n is just tuning in, she swallowed up bits of the iced coffee, feeling cold feet across the guy she mostly only interacted with through the internet. The closest they had been interacting was through group call sessions, so it was still dissociating to hear Mark’s voice beyond the robotic filter.

Although they had been friends before meeting… It can be said the same as how they're staring meekly at each other over fast food as they’re eating. Earlier there had been a nice meeting between them, even sharing an embrace and getting a hold of each other’s vibe on the bus ride.

“How long have you been staying in Jaemin’s place, Y/n?” Mark’s question shot Y/n back to the conversation, adding to her boyfriend’s hand on her lap as he taps to check in on her. 

He smiles at Y/n softly before gesturing her towards Mark, who’s waiting for her to catch on the convo.

“Not too long, I’m only staying ‘cause I need help wrapping up some stuff for my thesis.” Y/n states, her shoulders getting less tense as she continues talking. “And it’s nearer my campus where Jaem’s residing.”

It’s not long until they’re back at their pace, finishing their food before catching up on life updates.

-

Jaemin would most likely give in to her request, so she should’ve seen this coming.

Certainly, we’re talking about Na Jaemin here…

She didn't know they’d do it too soon.

“N-not immediately, pabo!” she almost shrieked out of surprise, keeping her head low along her voice as Y/n smacked Jaemin by the shoulder. 

He had to laugh at her coy behavior. Her boyfriend pats her on the shoulder to at least lessen her agitation.

Y/n could only grab hold of the pitcher of water, pouring herself a glass and then chugging it.

Y/n is doing any means to postpone it, but mostly behind or interpreted as a mask of consideration for their friend. He’s got jet lag from the flight after all. She voiced out her reasons, a stutter slipping off her senses. “Let him rest…”

But it's intentional.

Jaemin likes teasing her, the blush on her face adds to his amusement, he grins. “Not immediately, no rush of course.”

She can't say the same for the ‘amusement’ Jaemin is showing, if it can even be called that. Y/n wants to drown out her thoughts but alas, she put it onto herself hmmm?

All because he discovered her porn stash in her secret folder. She wants to pull hairs off her body, it’s funny how her boyfriend is open and understanding. Y/n wants to throw herself on how he’s keeping his utmost attention to her even with all that embarrassment.

Y/n was even sure she was being repetitive and pouring assurance multiple times with her statement: “Even if I die I'm okay with it just being a fantasy, okay?”

It can stay as is, a fantasy.

Turns out it’s not fully okay after that hug and talk with Jaemin, in parallel to him that he had been bothered for days end. His response borderline melts her out of embarrassment and just pure wanting to bury his whole entire being in her arms.

“But I feel bad and I want to make you happy…”

“You already make me happy enough, my love, and I've explained before it's more on the stimulation all over… on why the idea intrigues me. Nothing about you or our sex life dissatisfies me, hmmm? Your dick enough makes me weak, Jaems.”

Fuck, she needed to resort to such nasty wordings huh? But it holds sheer truth in her.

“But I feel bad if I won't be able to do something that would make you happy.” He firms his ground on this sentiment. 

If anything, Na Jaemin can be insistent as fuck.

She’s not fully against the idea, as much as Y/n stands with her main statement, the opposition is more driven by fear.

Y/n knew most of these types of situations ending in shitty ways. She doesn't even want to ruin their friendship or even the means of their ego or self-esteem.

Y/n tries to further elaborate on her point and preferences. “Okay, so let me put it this way, what if I am not okay with two girls then you?”

“But that's different,” Jaemin says. “I'm fine with it.”

Not me having to emphasize– she had to take a deep breath. “But babe, again, I am more worried about the aftermath, in terms of self-esteem and comparison. Our relationship after, along with the other party...” She had to pause, feeling heaviness on the agitation of how this would turn out, she pressed. “It's all too risky.”

But with this, it managed to end well.

-

It’s just a convenient coincidence that Mark happens to be staying with them and he is a trusted individual to start experimenting on this matter.

They make use of this opportunity as Mark also happens to want to experience this type of thrill. A win-win situation, right?

The couple did notice how evasive Mark is with them though, and it’s getting silly. Their game of tag of dragging him on the bed and then him moving back to the floor with his gadgets at hand. They find his timidness amusing.

However, it’s more about respecting their space. At most, he’s just chill.

She’s mostly used to the two being close, especially from what she heard when they were dormmates a few semesters ago. 

Even the teasing and making her “jealous” how they’re the two who showered together back then, and how Mark is the first who slept beside Jaemin before her. Even their “babe” nickname agenda for each other would make her ears ring. Although most of it is just for laughs.

Mark seems to be on the edge as he signals for Jaemin, too immersed in their game.

“Ya, YA! They’re attacking our side!”

“Aish, I’m in the middle of something, I’ll catch up–”

“JAEMIN!!! HELP!” Mark shrieks, almost nudging Jaemin to the edge of the bed, the other just clicks his tongue, eyes furrowed.

It’s endearing seeing the two comfy in bed, with Mark on Jaemin’s lap while they’re playing their mobile game.

Y/n decided to join in beside them, her presence seemed unwavering for the two guys’ attention who just had their focus in their phones.

Though she felt Jaemin’s hand on her head before heading back to their game. He moves Y/n near Mark, to at least make them comfortable near each other.

To add more to being comfortable with each other’s presence, Y/n and Mark are now able to not flinch at being skin to skin, with Mark laidback on Y/n’s shoulder as they went on to watch TikTok videos on their phones.

A lightbulb popped up on Jaemin’s head.

As if Y/n wants revenge as she’s mostly used to this, she expects this from Jaemin’s usual antics. She joins in, locking Mark in her arms as Jaemin starts poking him by his side. “Y-YA! Ayo! Hold up—”

It full-on erupted as a tickle fight, the couple unified against Mark as he squirmed in Y/n’s locked arms around him. “Y’all crazy, stop!”

They're more on dragging Mark and him shrieking like a high school girl on how he’s panicking, holding for his dear life on the sheets. “Na Jaemin!”

In between huffs are laughs and giggles from the three, mostly Mark grabbing hold of the two, trying any means to stop them.

After a few minutes, the trio is catching their breath, Jaemin lets out a playful laugh looking at Mark. “That’s more like it.” 

Mark raised a brow at him, grinning as he had just recovered from excessive laughing. “What?”

“Are you nervous around us?” He points out how Mark is just casually by Y/n’s side, evidently looking more at ease. Jaemin confronts him, he’s noticed him rigid since earlier.

Y/n just realized how Mark’s face is near, she swallows nervously.

“Well, to be frank, yeah, especially we talked about it,” he admits, glancing at Y/n then back to him, further confirming they’re on the same page. “The three of us… you know.” He evades his glances but the couple got it.

“Okay, let’s lessen that.” 

Jaemin is quick to think and do some action.

As if another sync happened between the couple, Y/n just moves by Jaemin’s instruction. The two corners Mark and him refusing their clutches, more as he's shy and hesitant because, of course, she’s Jaemin’s girlfriend.

The thought makes him panic as undoubtedly… it’s his bro’s GF!

Turning the tables, Y/n is now the one being pressed down the bed. Though she submitted as she consents and wants to just lay down with all of this.

They ended up settling in bed anyhow, just a hug-pile in Jaemin’s bed.

Y/n’s head was atop Jaemin’s lap while Mark had his head on Y/n’s belly. Jaemin playing with Mark’s hair, and him giving Jaemin a side eye back like WTF? 

He likes it though. 

Y/n just finds this amusing how they’re like a cat and dog at times.

Jaemin had a thought to make Mark warm up further, cornered him in other words.

The look of panic on Mark’s face flushed all over when Jaemin grabbed his arm as he guided his hand near Y/n’s stomach. It spikes immeasurably as it lands on her chest.

“Come on!” Jaemin insists, Mark heaves in a panicked huff. He shuts his eyes, not even noticing how he had held his breath at the sensation of newfound softness. 

Y/n can feel the nervousness in Mark's shaky hands, so he tries to do it gradually. Jaemin is guiding Mark’s hand on her breast further, keeping gentle touches along with looks of permission.

Y/n just swallows, she shyly nods as Jaemin follows along, obviously more comfortable fondling her breast.

Jaemin is now lifting her bra up, her boobs now exposed. The hit of cold air and hot breath in contrast to the two made her shiver.

Y/n shrieks at their cold touches, making Mark look at her wide-eyed as Jaemin puts his hand back. Y/n lets out a yelp the moment Mark touches her other bare breast. 

He hesitates as Jaemin insists on keeping his hand in place.

“I-I told you, I, she doesn’t want to–”

“No, no… it’s fine, it’s just a bit weird that it’s not Jaemin’s hand…” Y/n is quick to respond, trying to open her eyes again, peeking in between her hands, covering her flushed face. This is to get familiarized with a face other than her boyfriend touching her intimately.

She lets out a faint breath, squirming as Jaemin starts playing with her nipple. Mark mildly reads onto it, merely moving his hand.

“So you’re fine with this? With me?” Mark assured her once again. His line of vision also comes across Jaemin who’s just gently smiling back at him.

Y/n nods, now the one voluntarily guiding his hand on her chest more, navigating it to her now erect nipples. “You guys do anything you want.”

She heaves in a sigh as they gladly do so.

“Told ya.” Jaemin points out, caressing her face before looking back at Mark. “And of course she’s shy, she’s the one who put herself into this.”

“Jae, stop teasing, it’s already embarrassing enough that I agreed.” Y/n covers her face with both her hands again, but Jaemin stops her, disapproving and signaling his girlfriend to keep her eyes on them.

She can’t help but pool more in her panties as Jaemin restricts both her hands atop her head. With such impure thoughts, she burns up, aroused at being pinned down like this. “Now Mark thinks I'm a pervert!”

Mark laughs, smirking. “So you're saying I'm also a pervert since I agreed to this?”

“Touché… ahh.” 

The playful banter is cut short as Mark leans close to her chest, lightly brushing his lips on the bare skin near her sensitive knobs. It's warm…

Another set of lips crashed into her, Jaemin is now kissing her, sealing her moans of pleasure shut momentarily. It’s making her hover in the middle of reverie and being grounded.

His hands moved downwards. Jaemin’s rogue touches along with Mark’s lips caressing on her body hits her like a combo, weakening her in indulgence. 

Her boyfriend looks at her intently, as if reminding her to keep conscious. 

“Eyes on us only, princess,” Jaemin adds, raising her head with his finger to keep her eyes on them, his finger grazing over her chin. 

She gaped at how breathless his deep stare was on her.

Look, isn’t this what you wanted?

Y/n breathes in, changing to a heave of sigh in satisfaction, moaning as Jaemin shifts. It served as answers in accord with their touches on her.

Mark meekly looks at her, following along with Jaemin as he gestures to Mark to start licking her nipples, already erect from the cold and excitement. As much as she hates to admit it, it’s arousing to have two people focusing their bold attention to pleasure you.

The passionate strokes of her boyfriend fill her with so much anticipation. On the other hand, she can feel Mark’s timidness through his leisure touches.

Right off the bat, she noticed the difference between the soft and strong start of the two men. 

“Please, ah, oh no… hmmm… more.” She pulls onto Mark’s hair, still controlled as she tries not to hurt his scalp.

Feeling the hot breath of the two guys near her bare skin, Y/n can’t help but writhe in place. More on how she’s turning more and more disoriented in their touch. 

“Jaem… Mark— fuck. You’re doing so good, holy, h-how…” 

The labored breathing out of Mark, compared to his soft, little licks later on spreading out his tongue wide, it’s sensational. It’s slow and respite, sucking gently by the side of her chest then moving to pulling her nipples.

She tries to keep herself lucid.

“Ah… oh, my love.” Y/n hissed at Jaemin’s touch as he reached down below. She whimpers more on how he became more torrid with his fingers, brushing the surface of her panties, now sticky and embarrassingly drenched in her fluids. 

Jaemin is already settled in, strong and firm with the movements of his tongue and mouth from guzzling the side of her breast and then back to her erect nipples. He’s even squeezing in her breasts while moving it to his tongue to lick all over.

“Ah, ouch… oh, yes.” Her expressions shift swiftly at every quick pace of Jaemin's actions. He bites onto her nipple, the stinging sensation makes Y/n hiss but eventually, it feels good as he kisses it, sucking it again till it feels right.

The switching to pulling and biting feels heavenly.

“Give Mark a look as well, baby, not only me.” Jaemin reminds, she quickly listens, observing their friend with lulled eyes.

The way their fingers sink into the soft skin of her boobs is breathtaking, it’s turning her further into mush the way Jaemin is breathing in her scent. 

“Good girl.” Jaemin kisses the gap of her breasts, it makes her squeal when Mark goes in to pull her other nipple.

Y/n is squirming in place, almost melting to the feeling of the production of her juices flowing more elevated than usual. The pleasure and simultaneous stimulation is gradually overflowing her senses.

She cannot even catch on with her ragged breathing.

Jaemin released her nipple with a pop. “You like this?”

“Is this fine?” Mark also checks into her.

Y/n nods twice, switching from glancing at her boyfriend and her friend, to getting too lost in her blurry, hazy vision.

Looking at Mark, he’s getting more comfortable in placing his free hand to occupy the side of her boob. “Ahh… like that.”

She maintains eye contact with Mark as he pokes his thinned tongue onto the side of her nipples. He’s now mixing in techniques that she cannot fully comprehend his every move.

Y/n makes her hands useful by grabbing and brushing their hair aside, Jaemin frequently observes her as she’s getting more lost in too much pleasure. He even did her more by flicking her nipples whilst licking around it. 

“Uh, oooh… yes, that’s fu-shit, go-ood.” Y/n lets out a sigh, raising her head in delight. 

Y/n pulls Mark’s hair a bit harder, stroking him by the hair down his neck now gently, as he concurrently matches Jaemin’s touch. It seems to be to Mark’s liking as he feels well taken care of.

“So wet already, baby.” Jaemin bellows, he takes the initiative to guide Mark’s other hand to touch Y/n’s pussy. 

“Ah- no… uh,” she gasps, as if denying the obvious. She flinches at the sensation though quickly easing to assure the two that she consents and wants to proceed.

It fills her more with excitement, what more for the actual act when they're this good for the opening act.

She bites her lower lip in satisfaction, seeping in their heed.

The mixture of new sensations swallowed Y/n senseless. To Mark’s sucking and licking of her breasts to her neck, along with his hands and Jaemin’s fingers playing with her clit and walls. It drives her to the edge. If this is bliss, she’s surely already in it for the ride.

After the last pump, a moist and dripping finger of Jaemin out of her wet core, and the last suck of her supple skin from Mark, Jaemin glances at the two of them with a satisfied smile. 

“Hope that at least familiarized you both with each other, hmmm?”

Lost for words as she’s drained to the drop, Y/n wordlessly wraps them both in her arms. And in that position, with Jaemin and Mark close to her chest, they drifted off to sleep.

A day has passed, and they’ve rested and cleaned up already. The trio went out to just hangout in the mall and got a meal after. 

Now they headed to the arcade to wind down a bit.

Y/n suddenly feels a bit heavy down the head and neck though. And as if it’s hazy in her vision, or is Mark a bit more giggly than usual?

She shoots him a glare then back at Jaemin, her boyfriend seems laidback and just playing though. 

This just started when we took a picture a few moments ago. She just hums, maybe it’s just in her mind. 

She then followed Jaemin and played with him.

Y/n just took no mind off it for the rest of their time in the arcade, which was her mistake.

They’re about to leave the mall, going up the stairs, Jaemin grabs Y/n’s hand as they walk together, with Mark following behind them.

“You guys sure you don’t need anything else?” she asks, looking around the stores to make sure. Y/n reaches for the nape of her neck mindlessly. It added a line to her forehead when she felt something soft from her hoodie. Huh?

Feeling her neck, Y/n now grabs onto whatever was put in her hoodie. She hears a laugh at her side.

“What the fuck, Mark? I thought you swallowed your burger whole in one second!”

“What?” Jaemin shoots the two a glance, eyebrow raised at his girlfriend holding up a wrapped, untouched burger, clearly looking pissed.

“I put the burger in her hoodie.” Mark holds on to a laugh, stifling but quickly bursting as Jaemin breaks into a laugh as well. 

“The fuck?” Jaemin swears then gives a high-five to Mark as if it’s the most funniest thing he'd done.

“I swear you two—!” she rolls her eyes at them. No wonder things had been odd since earlier.

Man, she can’t believe these are the same two people she dealt with in bed last night. 

Y/n just laughed along at this point, no wonder these two are close. Both are weird af.

-

“This is just one time,” reminded Jaemin, and he’s just going through the limits and agreement again, pushing down his fingers one by one to make a point. “No penetration in the vagina. Consent at all times. No kissing.”

“Of course, babe,” Y/n says, hugging Jaemin by the arm. They're both lying in bed.

“We’re cool with that… but… is this your plan all along?” Mark asks, seeing Y/n already down on her knees with Jaemin grabbing hold of her on both shoulders.

“For today, yeah.”

Mark remained silent, just leaning by the bed frame.

“Why? Are you tired?” Y/n asks. They just went to the mall after all. Mark shakes his head. “Nah, just asking… you're really cool with me here?”

Jaemin nods. “Yeah, if we weren’t, we should’ve just left you in the mall really.”

“Makes sense.”

Jaemin sits down, guiding Y/n’s head to his already bulging tent in his pants.

Releasing his erection, it sways, Y/n grabs hold of it casually. Her nervousness is now mostly gone even with the presence of the other guy in the room. 

Y/n just focuses her gaze on Jaemin.

“You can join us later if you want— urgh…” Jaemin groans as Y/n wraps her mouth around him, stroking Y/n endearingly by her head. “Or just do your thing there and watch.” 

He gestures, suggesting Mark to jack himself off while watching.

Taking note of this, Y/n goes on and twists her hand while bobbing her head to make Jaemin noisier than usual. 

“Uhhh… Y/n.” Jaemin bites his lips, and Y/n takes a brief glance at Mark, seeing his Adam’s apple bop a bit as he’s fixated on them. She smirks, further taking in Jaemin deeper in her mouth.

She at least wants to give him a show.

Whilst giving her boyfriend a blowjob, they can see Mark’s hesitation in touching himself. His flinching, shaky hand, and intent gaze at them says something else.

Noticing this, Jaemin pulls Mark closer, guiding Y/n’s hand to Mark’s erection, making the other shiver at her touch, prominently still shy.

Y/n raised her brow at his, muffling a bit with her mouth full.

“Don’t tell me you’re still shy around me after that burger-hoodie fiasco?!”

Mark just guffawed at this point. That is too funny for him, huh?

Y/n pulls him back in, trying to return the mood in the room as she reaches for Mark’s neck.

“What do you want to do?”

At the question, as if a bead of sweat appeared by his temple. The bop of his Adam's apple answered for his anticipation as well. “Anything you're down for really, it's already a good time letting me into your fun.”

Mark looks at Y/n and then back at Jaemin. Now, the two are looking at Y/n, her already occupied with her mouth in her boyfriend’s dick.

She just looks at her boyfriend as if getting permission for the next step. Jaemin already had something in mind to give her the pleasure she deserves before she could even ask.

Jaemin helps by taking off her shirt. And at the wiggle of her butt, Mark is shocked at the sight of the buttplug as Jaemin sets her thong aside. It crossed his mind, now burning red and embarrassed as they’ve been together the whole day, she’s got all that hiding underneath?

Jaemin teases Mark, caressing his reddened ear. He knows the sight of his hot girlfriend had his friend flustered.

“I told her to get ready in case things are going down soon.”

Mark just nods, blushing pink in cheeks to ears.

Jaemin goes to remove her lingerie, even teasing to move around the buttplug a bit, making her yelp. She quickly crosses her legs to hide, but Jaemin restrains her.

 “Nope, no can do, jagiya. Show us everything, c’mere.” Jaemin chuckles, spreading her legs with a grin. He goes in and kisses the side of her inner legs. 

“Stop being a tease, Jaem.” She looks away blushing even as Jaemin gestures to position herself to be on all fours.

She starts facing him to hug Jaemin first then continuing to blow him.

Her bum sticks out and the buttplug is shining as if to allure Mark. Diving in, Mark adjusts her near him. 

“F-fuck, oh.” Y/n sighs. With a lick, Y/n almost buckles at the feeling of his tongue.

Mark eats her out while she’s sucking Jaemin’s dick, as if looking like a pleasure train.

“Ah, ahh… hmmm.” She tries her best to speak up but is restrained by the dick in her mouth. But holy fuck. The sensation and rhythm are already different in how Jaemin is handling her, literally with the hand as he's playing her pussy.

The shape of Mark’s fingers is different, the twists and combinations he’s choosing are unpredictable. From the pacing to the licking, the way he's pulsating his digits in and out of her is making Y/n weak to the knees.

It is getting more difficult to multitask on her end. It's gradually getting harder to simply focus on pleasuring Jaemin as she’s moaning too much. Add to her squirming at what Mark is doing as he eats her out while inserting his fingers. Even twisting it as he sucks her—

“Fuck, you're so hot, love. You're doing… ha… so good.” Jaemin grabs hold of her head, guiding her to thrusting his dick in her beautiful mouth. Mouthfucking her into reverie.

Her moans are vibrating around Jaemin’s throbbing dick, she can further feel the growing hotness at the back of her throat.

“Jaemin… my, oh yes, love.” Y/n whimpers, shaking her head. She's trying to get hold of what's going on behind her, but her legs are turning weaker. She grabs on the sheets, onto anything— writhing. Y/n gasps for air, sipping onto loose saliva failing her.

“You’re doing great, Mark, oh fuck, what are you doing?”

This is far different from Jaemin’s tenacious licks. She shuts her eyes tight to at least envision what the heck he may be doing, but her mind's too clouded.

She had to resort to asking directly. “You sure that’s the first time you’ve eaten pussy?” Y/n lets out a chuckle, wiping her sweat as she manages to break into some. “Wo… woah. Hun, even your fingering is good, holy fuck.”

“I'll just continue this then.” Mark smiles, carrying on with his business.

“Yesh, please… ahhh-uh. Ah.” Spilling out a few more syllables, she happily goes back to pleasuring her man.

Y/n just gives up at this point, as if a dog in heat, she lets her tongue let loose. Licking and sucking on autopilot. She tries her very best to keep her eyes in focus to not go off too high into bliss.

Jaemin is even taking notes of this.

Y/n is fully enjoying herself grinding on Mark's fingers.

“You're enjoying this too much, huh, love?”

“Yesh… uh,” she pauses, heaving in a breath as she's forgetting even the basics of breathing at this point. “Ohh… very much so… I love you.”

“I'm… urgh, glad. Love you too.” Jaemin hisses as he pinches her legs, peppering her head and body with kisses. He reaches out to play with her breasts.

“Aish, these two lovebirds.” Mark comments, he goes back to mind his own business though.

“Join in then, babe.” Jaemin banters, earning an eye roll from Mark. “I'm good.”

“If you say so.” He chuckles, focusing back on Y/n who's amused watching them.

Jaemin caresses her face, setting her stray hair aside as it's getting a bit rough in handling her. He looks at Y/n with such doting eyes, sharing the pleasure of seeing her with so much delight.

Mark continues to devour her, his tongue is a bit more gentle but he attacks more with his fingers. Mark spreads her legs more apart as she keeps squirming, twitching embarrassingly tight around his fingers as he keeps attacking his tongue on her clit and hot entrance.

She could almost see white all over, but she's not quite there yet. 

The feeling elevated her senses, how she didn’t expect to like it this much. Having her holes taken care of, with her mouth sucking while feeling someone is sucking her at the same time.

She could almost cry out of pleasure.

Just as she's about to give in, her legs are moved to another position. Y/n cannot protest as her core had been yearning for a dick inside her ages ago.

Jaemin thanks Mark as he already got Y/n ready and wet. With a quick alignment, Jaemin easily penetrated her pussy.

While they’re fucking, Mark is quick to catch on, twisting and licking her boobs and nipples. The added sensation made her extra loud and wailing. It almost rendered her incoherent.

Being more adept in multitasking, Jaemin gets Y/n’s phone, the camera already open to be handed to Mark. “Film us.”

Mark perks a brow, the other hand now pumping on his dick as he reconfirms with Jaemin. “Like record you two fucking?”

Jaemin nods. “She’s into this shit, watch how she’ll turn into a pool of mess just by filming her—”

“Na Jaemin! Don’t expose me like that!” She tries to retort, pulling herself off Jaemin, but the pounding dick in her restrains her from doing so. Jaemin now has full control over her with Mark at the side.

“Awww… babe, it’s okay,” Jaemin assures. “It’s just Mark, I’m sure he wouldn’t think it’s weird.”

“It's because it is Mark that I think he’ll think of me weird!”

Mark just laughs, shrugging it off, and proceeds to film them.

“Do this as well.” Jaemin insists, demonstrating to pull Y/n’s hair as a request.

Y/n sees her surroundings slowly crumble as Jaemin reveals her kinks to Mark one by one.

Stop it!

She wants to complain but she's practically pushed down under their submission. Everything just feels so good.

The way Jaemin is fucking her in doggystyle, even the clapping of skin along with slapping her ass. 

Jaemin just tells Mark off to go on and pull her hair.

Jaemin grabs hold of both her hips as he’s going at it, ramming into Y/n.

“Uh… ah, please, oh-fuck.” She's left with quivering lips at this point. Taking in mind Jaemin's dick the hair pulling seems to be something else.

Mark is enjoying it a bit too much, he unintentionally went too far as it already hurt.

“Mark? Oh, arghh—” Her groans are now replaced out loud by pain.

Why does it seem odd?!

“Hm-Mark! YA! That felt like something else, do you have any grudge against me?!”

“My bad, my bad. Sorry.”

He doesn't seem to have any remorse though. 

Y/n huffs at Mark, taking a break for a laugh and even casually talking while they’re having sex in front of him.

They're seeing Mark with his dick out, pumping himself as he watches over the couple.

The sound of sex and skin slapping adds more to the arousal of the three.

Earlier as they started off, they were still shy af. But now while she’s getting fucked, she’s stimulating Mark's erection, even wanting to spring free his dick. 

“Is it okay to suck you, Mark?” Y/n assured every step of the way but she didn't feel any sense of refusal from Mark stopping her from stripping him off. 

He places the phone tidily nearby to continue to film their supposed sex tape.

Mark swallows, nodding a bit and the meeting of Y/n’s tongue on his erection fully turned his lips agape.

Although slightly hesitant, the way it twitched at Y/n's touch drew it nearer to her touch. As if Mark's body itself is craving for any sensation available. And luckily, they're already here to fulfill that thirst for lust.

It weaves on naturally how she's down on all fours, with Jaemin still making use of her sweet pussy as he's ramming into her. While Mark is now the one occupying her mouth, fucking her is still a bit too gentle for her liking.

“More, please…” she barely mumbles clearly with her cheeks full. Y/n also put her hand around Mark's dick along her sloppy movements, sucking him harder. She feels two different sets of hands touching around her chest, her boobs springing free ever so slightly. Jaemin removes his hands to which Mark takes charge of squeezing her boobs together.

She feels herself getting tighter and tighter around Jaemin as he pounds in and out of her. She pulls in Mark so that he can reach the back of her throat. “Yes, that's.. urgh-uh, it… more, harder!”

No use getting shy now that they went up to this point. Now they're braver and pushed confidently in getting lost in pleasure as that is their main goal here.

The difference between Mark and Jaemin is that they’re a warning with Mark’s end, him mumbling a “Here we go,” before excusing himself to fuck her mouth. Compared to Jaemin just wordlessly entering her, slamming in and out roughly. 

She’s mixed between wanting to be treated as fragile with care or being completely manhandled.

With Mark pushing her hair aside to get more hold of his dick into her mouth, while Jaemin is grabbing hold of her hips and slapping her ass in the process of making her a moaning mess.

It adds more fluidity as she gets wetter by the second hearing both of them groaning and a mix of moaning as she lets them use her senselessly.

With open arms, they're more on enjoying the moment and experience.

This is the feeling of getting sandwiched by two guys whom you trust and who care about you.

At most, this is far different in comparison to her surprise in getting into this situation. Quite literally to get caught up between two men to whom she's dearly close.

Even in between the nastiness and roughness, she feels well taken care of.

With just enough strength, Y/n sticks her butt out for Jaemin removing the butt plug with a pop. While this is going down, she puts on the condom on Mark’s erection with Jaemin assisting them.

Jaemin lays down on his back, with Y/n on top of him. Adding more lubrication, Jaemin spits into her ass, spreading the saliva all over, mixing it with her wetness. 

Mark is getting ready to insert his dick into her ass, aligning it before pushing it.

With a huff from Y/n, Mark starts working. It took no time for Jaemin to slip into her hot wet core, as well, sliding in so easily as a moan slipped off his lips.

Basically, Y/n is sandwiched in between them, Jaemin inside her pussy while Mark is thrusting on the back. She’s practically pinned down to Jaemin’s chest, her breasts rocking back and forth. The friction on each of their skin adds to the heat of their senses.

The hollows of her neck are filled by Mark’s hot breath, their proximity almost blurring as the gaps in front are settled in by Jaemin’s warmth.

It’s getting tougher, and more perplexing as Y/n tries to keep her consciousness intact as she keeps tactile, feeling the gaps and the angle. The distinct rhythm and attention also shakes her core, her system going full overdrive.

To keep her boobs from swaying freely, Mark cups her breasts, adding a twist to her nipple. She felt lips smacking on her skin, Jaemin was grazing his teeth on her supple skin.

The nibble and bite marks Jaemin is doing prolong her desires.

“Please, ah! Ah… hmph…” she rasps, scrunching her fists to the bed sheets. Y/n feels everything slipping away like the fabric on the bed as she’s getting more stirred up to the guts. Both their dicks keep hitting the sweetest spots. She wants her holes to be filled with white all over.

Mark gets hold of her, supporting Y/n’s stature as Jaemin spreads her legs wide like an eagle spreading its wings.

“Wait, wait… uhh, hngh!—” In the middle of speaking, she wasn’t given an ounce of rest as she remained tight around her asshole. Jaemin is also devilishly grinding against her to keep her from breaking away. It also involves her sensitive clit as he is banging into her, weakening her knees. Besides taking hold of her dangling tits, her boyfriend did not forget to stimulate her clit. 

Jaemin rubs his fingers to her sensitive clit, the dirty noises of their mixed juices sloshing along their pumping dicks in her holes amplified Y/n’s moans.

She shakes her head as it’s getting confusing to distinguish the difference with both her holes being worked on.

The sensitivity grows with the variation of sensations and rapidity in her holes getting in and out, the pounding inside her pushes Y/n closer and closer to her climax.

“F-fuck, wait, guys…” She sucks in a breath, sipping her saliva and soul back into her. She tries to buckle her legs together, but the two guys are preventing her from flailing away from their bodies. 

But she doesn’t want this to end yet!

Before she completely gets lost in pleasure they change it up, adjusting Y/n to their desired position. Y/n is scooped in by her arching back, with Mark carrying her. He grabs hold of her shoulders, moving to slightly choke her neck with his veiny hands. He’s breathing in close to her ears, creating harsher goosebumps down her spine.

“You’re so tight.” Mark breathes out, his hands on her hips tightening. 

Y/n could only swallow in response, holding onto the nape of his neck, mewling as Jaemin continued to hammer her juicy pussy.

Y/n is now back pinned down at Jaemin’s heaving chest, she feels Mark spreading her butt cheeks, pounding rougher, harder than any pace she expected out of him.

Is he also close?

Feeling a more heightened awareness of both dicks inside her twitching, she’s clenching shamelessly tighter by the second around them. 

“Y/n…” Jaemin pulls her close. Simultaneous to this, Jaemin goes to hug her, and she also feels Mark embracing her from behind. Both guys are holding her stature, with Jaemin intricately placing kisses on her while feeling Mark near her. Each of them is swallowing each other’s breaths at the proximity.

“Uh… ohh… fuck, I’m close, Y/n.” Mark groans near her ears. Her drenched state becomes unbearably good. This is the first time Jaemin ever noticed Y/n this soaked to the core.

“Me too… uhh,” Jaemin also hisses, his movements unwavering despite his ragged breathing. “How about you, baby? Feeling good?” 

“Uh, huh,” she nods, mewling in the kiss in the mix of her boyfriend’s groaning. She feels so loved with him checking in on her. Also, Mark occasionally tapping her on the shoulder as well. Jaemin devours her with his passionate kisses. His rampant pounding is consistent, ever getting sloppy as he’s getting harder. His width and the feeling of his firm girth feel familiar, he’s about to burst.

Swearing along them is Mark, his lips crashing by her bare back. He’s brushing her hair to the side as he keeps pummeling his dick to her ass.

At this point, Y’n is gasping for air, tongue sticking out mindlessly with her eyes disarrayed up high to so much pleasure.

Jaemin guides Mark's hand on the hollows of her neck, motioning him to tighten it a bit close to a choke. Jaemin remains unfaltering with his thrusts while still keeping lustful eye contact towards her as she gets lost in bliss.

She keeps her tongue in control, but it’s getting harder to keep it inside her mouth as the two men get more and more ragged.

Y/n creased her nails on the sheets, trying her best not to scratch Mark’s back with her other hand as she is getting desperately close—“I’m coming, fu-fuck!” Y/n feels herself spasm, embarrassingly tight around them at their persistent fucking of both her holes.

She almost wants to shout out her orgasm, curling her toes. But it’s too late as she already feels warmth in both her holes, strings of white covering her body. Her back gets pumped up a moment later as the three of them rupture in a trance.

The trio catches their breath. She crashed herself on the soft sheets, barely hitting the pillow. 

Now with Mark lying on his back, he curls up near Y/n as she lays in between them.

Mark now reaches for Y/n’s phone to stop the recording, they barely remember it was there in the first place. Jaemin also helped clean up, along with Y/n helping Mark discard the used condom.

Jaemin stands up and gets a clean towel from the rack, he casually throws it to Mark.

“So when do you want to do this again?” Jaemin huffs, returning to the bed. He’s supporting himself with his elbow, caressing Y/n’s face. He’s tracing her features while expecting an answer from Mark.

Their friend raised a brow at Jaemin. “I thought this was just a one-time thing?”

Jaemin pauses, then reconfirms the look on Y/n’s face. He slightly shrugs, nonchalant.

“Seems like the other one here enjoyed it a bit too much,” Jaemin kisses atop her forehead. “She might look for that type of pleasure, hmmm?” 

It’s obvious from Jaemin's grin that he’s teasing.

Too worn out to even argue, Y/n just blushes. 

“Whatever, it’s up to you, guys,” she quietly says. She moves away from them, curling up the other way to hide her face from the two guys.

To be frank, it’s anything but ‘intimidating’ from what she expected in her head. It’s not even established as ‘timid’ from the energy they got from each other.

The outcome is about the chillest experience she added to her non-existent to-do list. She’s glad she’s able to look at them with no awkwardness. If anything, this is the very reason they got closer to each other.

This is a great addition to her fantasy fulfilled. Four out of Five would do it again.

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[shinestarhwaa]

That's right, not all idols would. BUT THEY COULD. They could do it. They could be doing it. They could have done it.

I love Ateez (and many others) with all my heart. Would I expect them to do something like this? No I would not. But that doesn't mean it's not a possibility. Everybody could.

Do I think it'll happen? Not really. Could it happen? Absolutely. They are still men, they are still humans and not all humans are good. Some do cruel stuff to others. They're not perfect robots, they're not your boyfriend or your best friend. You do not know them personally.

Nct stans also did not see this coming. They loved him, thought he wouldn't. Thought he would be a good guy. But he proved everyone different. He proved that as a fan you should always realize they're not the perfect boy/girl friend material they prerend to be.

[simplysedusa]

Do you have any silly head-canons for the rrb. And I mean downright ridiculous.

I'm so sorry this took a while to answer. The original one that I was gonna talk about turned out to be a bit..angstier than I realized and I figured it'd be best to save it for a ficlet idea I came up with. 😉😈

So, here's some other silly headcanons:

I stated in another post talking about the Rowdyruffs that Brick's guilty pleasures are boy groups. This also applies to K-Pop groups. He's into K-Pop (but he listens to other genres of music as well) and only Boomer and Butch know because they hear his tone-deaf ass mispronouncing every other Korean word in the shower. Both Boomer and Butch decide to keep this info to themselves because 1.) they want to live and 2.) who'd believe them? Brick's got private, secondary stan accounts with VPNs locating him in the Bermuda Triangle, pretending to be some 15 year old girl named "Becca". He's mostly a boy group stan (NCT, Ateez, Stray Kids) but a few girl groups managed to catch his interest (Dreamcatcher, G-Idle, Twice). And no, he's not above arguing with twelve year olds about record sales or popularity.

I'd imagine Bubbles stops by the Ruff household and catches Brick humming a very familiar tune to himself, and she's the one who casually tells others whenever the situation calls for it. Much to Boomer and Butch's chagrin, no one bats an eye.

After the events of "Bubble Boy", Boomer suggested getting revenge by having them dress up as the Powerpuffs and causing chaos across town. Originally, Brick and Butch were against it, but then considered the "evil acts" they could get away with and were suddenly on board. Unfortunately, they couldn't find the right dresses (plus Boomer and Butch's hair would NOT cooperate) and they gave up.

Halloween is their favorite holiday. Scaring people and free candy were great, but the boys really loved wearing costumes that they stole from the Halloween Party stores downtown. Their favorite group costume was of the Ministry of Pain (and the looks of Townsville citizens' faces as they arrived at their doors made it all the better for them).

Boomer's a dog person, Butch is a cat person, and Brick's neutral. The three had discussed wanting a pet to play with while under Mojo and HIM's care. They both reluctantly agreed so long as the vote was unanimous. Boomer and Butch damn near fought to the death to try to convince the other or Brick to change their minds. Boomer decides to let the matter slide. He finds a Beebo and keeps it a secret until after they move in with Ms. Keane.

Since receiving their new hairstyles in "The Boys Are Back In Town", the boys are very particular about their hair. They started to wear color-coded silk bonnets to bed after getting the idea from Sedusa when they broke into her place by sheer coincidence one night and spotted her wearing one.

RANDOM BITS OF KNOWLEDGE IN REGARDS TO SCIENCE AND ROBOTICS. The boys may struggle with finding the atomic weight of a certain element, but they know chemical reactivity (what elements will react to one another without exploding) like the back of their hands. Blueprints for death rays are like memorizing phone numbers for them. They were kicked out of the robotics club on their first day (and almost expelled entirely) after demonstrating how to build an actual laser and for rebuilding functioning, miniature Mojo robots from scratch. Blossom nearly considers going back to homeschool when she learns that she shares all of her A.P science classes with all three of the Ruffs.

It takes everything in Butch to not make another Rowdyruff once he learns of Bunny and Bullet. Brick likes the idea but thinks it's too much work, while Boomer is completely repulsed at the idea of having another brother. (He might just help make a Rowdyruff pet however, but his Beebo and Valentino are enough of a handful. 😉)

That's all I got at the moment, but if I have more, I'll be sure to share lmao.

[writemekpop]

Idol Spotlight | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Ay-yo! Let us take you on a journey through our fave Haechan fics…

🌻 - Fluff  ☔️ - Angst  💋 - Smut

1. Robot Lover 💋

Summary: You designed the perfect man – and built him, as a sex robot. But what do you do when Haechan tires of the customers, and falls for you?

Genre: Sex robot AU, smut

2. I Feel it Coming 💋

Summary: You confront your boyfriend Haechan about why you’ve never had sex.

Genre: Boyfriend! Haechan, fluff

3. Knocked Up 🌻

Summary: Nobody wants to date the pregnant girl… except Haechan. Only, when prom comes round, Haechan is nowhere to be seen…

Genre: High School AU, angst, fluff

4. Love Shack 🌻

Summary: Haechan finally says ‘I love you’. At least, you hope that’s what he said…

Genre: Gamer boyfriend!Hyuck, fluff 

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