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hoshieeyewrinkles · 2 months

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S t r a w b e r r y p r i n t e d

(nct dream x reader)

Tw warning: non-con, drugs uses, intoxication, humiliation, degradation, perv! Dreamies, angst ig. Minors dni

A/n: Y'all I wrote this when I was sleepy and tired af, didn't like how it went

Haechan, who sits next to you in class and becomes so casually friends with you that you never would have known he is a huge pervert, as are his friends who dared him to do so so they could all make crude remarks about you while he discreetly takes up skirt pictures of yours.

He would say as they jerked off together, "I told you she has the cutest cunt."

Haechan who buys you popsicles and candies watching you suck on them while he pretends to take your cute pictures. All while he is sending it in his group chat.

"y'all seeing this whore suck that popsicle like a dick?"

"Jaemin was right, he always has an eye for total sluts"

When you complain that you have no friends but him, Haechan offers to introduce you to his friends. You gladly agree because Haechan's friends are most likely as civil and fun as him.

You were surprised to be brought to a lavish mansion finding his friends smoking in, a cloud of smoke hung in the air, thick enough to almost be tangible. Their eyes, red nd glassy, seemed to pierce through you, each one a predator sizing up its prey. And then, you saw them. All incredibly handsome, impossibly so, their gazes fixed on you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Feeling like a deer caught in headlights, you stumbled towards the couch, collapsing beside Haechan. A ripple of laughter followed.

"Wanna try, sweetheart?" Jaemin's voice, smooth as honey, offered his joint. You shook your head, feeling his intense gaze like a physical weight on your skin. Nervousness gnawed at you, making your fingers flutter like trapped butterflies.

"Chill, Jaem," Mark chuckled, casually dropping into the space beside you and draping an arm across your shoulder. "You're scaring the poor thing."

Ignoring his touch, you kept your eyes glued to your lap, desperately avoiding their scrutiny.

"You know Haechan never shuts up about you," Jeno drawled, winking at the boy beside you. Haechan reached out and placed a reassuring hand on your plush thigh smirking at you. "His words got us all hooked, sweetheart," Chenle, the one with the designer clothes, purred, his dark eyes gazing through you "We just had to meet the girl who stole his attention."

Haechan tried to persuade you by putting his joint forward and saying, "Just one puff, baby." Not wanting to be a joy-killer, you took a puff after noticing their anticipatory stares and discovered that it was addictive after just one. It was impossible not to take another drag. It seemed as if the time passed by so quickly as you sat on Mark's lap and caressed his chest in a completely high state, the boys laughed at your eagerness, and Jisung pulled out his phone to record you. Marks stares back at you puffing out smoke on your face before pulling you in for a sloppy kiss while fondling your ass under your skirt.

"Oh my fucking god!" Jeno laughed in disbelief after seeing your strawberry printed panties. "I mean it kinda turns me on..." Chenle joined in the laughter. You continued to make out with Mark without a care in world, completely out of your senses.

Everything felt like a dream: you being stripped naked and left in your strawberry printed panties in a doggy position, Jeno rapidly fingering your ass, Jaemin and Mark latching onto your tits, your hands occupied with Chenle and Haechan's cocks and Jisung filming you guys.

Darkness took your senses, yet a tiny thought flickered, why did you find pleasure in this mess, this dirt and shame? Were you really this - someone begging for humiliation? To be assaulted by these boys and haechan- haechan was someone you trusted. You felt sick, your whole being screaming against this awful scene. Maybe, you thought, this was always you, the hidden truth. Shame and wanting fought inside you, a messy, painful struggle. Even as you hated yourself, waves of pleasures flowed through you.

"fuck man... She is dripping" Mark let out a hoarse moan at the sight of your dripping cunt.

Hours passed, and you were passed out on the couch, hickeys covering your entire chest and neck, sore from every corner, handprints left on your thighs and throat. You were mumbling incoherent sentences, lost in the high. All the boys had collapsed, but Haechan was still lapping on your tits as if they were his last meal.

"This motherfucker has lost it..." Jaemin grumbled in a groggy state, lightly kicking Haechan, who chose to ignore him while the other boys laughed weakly.

"Can we keep her?" Jisung inquired timidly; for a brief moment, a wave of guilt washed over him, but he brushed it off knowing you clearly enjoyed it. You were begging for more, it doesn't matter if you weren't in your senses. Your body gave all the reactions they needed, right?

"We brought this whore here for a reason, of course we are gonna keep Ms.strawberries around for a while well if she wishes to..." Chenle replied narrowing his eyes.

"clearly..." Jeno let out a mocking laugh, as they nudged each other waiting for you to come into senses. A potent potion of exhilaration intoxicated their minds, blurring the lines between right and wrong. Guilt held no sway over them, nor did regret's sting pierce their hearts. You, with your dignity and vulnerability laid bare, were like a beacon to their darkness.

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asstheticnct · 4 years

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Roses and Deceptions

TarotReader/FortuneTeller!Jaemin x Jeno

word count: 668

genre: fluff, fluff and more fluff!

As people started to gather around the man risking his life, putting his head in a lions mouth and jumping through a ring of fire, Lee Jeno was more interested in knowing his fortune as he’s seen the act a million times before.

La tua Fortuna, the rundown sign read. Going into the tent, the atmosphere changed from the loud and cheery fair outside to a quiet and mysterious one which gave the young boy chills. It was dark and kind of eerie with only one single candle and a few dim string lights illuminating it. The tent walls were covered in velvet and silk sheets and right in the middle, was a round table. Behind the table sat a silhouette of a person. As it was dark, Jeno couldn’t make out wether the person was a male or female and much to his knowledge, it probably wouldn’t be anyone he knows of.

Jeno then started talking, as to not waste any time, “I would like to know my fortune please?”. The silhouette started to talk “that will be $10”. “$10?!?! That’s preposterous! I don’t have that kind of money!” (this was set in the late 1800’s so $10 back then is probably equal to about $205 now) he said in a shocked tone. “Pay up or perish”. “This is nonsense!” The person behind the table recognized the voice, so before Jeno could storm out, the person looked up and saw the soft distinct features of none other than the only man ever to make his heart skip a beat whenever he does the uttermost tiny thing, Lee Jeno. “On second thought, I’ve collected enough money today to last me about a month, I could probably let this one slide”. Jeno just smiled and let out a tiny thank you and sat down.

“What would you like to know?” Jeno paused for a moment because he actually wasn’t prepared and he didn’t at all believe any of this was real, for Lee Jeno, almost everything in that tent was a deception. “I would like to know about this person I like. Do they like me back?”. Jaemin hummed and said “interesting question, most people would’ve asked about money, riches and such”.

Jaemin started to pull out a love card about prosperity then another showing two cups and another one showing the ace of cups. He was rather displeased with the cards as he obviously had liked Jeno for the longest time and to think that he was destined to be with another felt like he was stabbing himself right in his heart. He kept a monotonous and kind of sassy tone as he read and interpreted the cards for Jeno who seemed to be enjoying his fate with the person he was fond of. He described the person and the relationship they were to have if Jeno decides to pursue it. “Tall, dark hair, rosewood eyes? This person must like roses a lot since it’s showing up everywhere”

The fortune teller thought he was sly by hiding his face with a dark velvet fabric but his eyes can never lie. Jeno knew straight away as soon as the lights from outside started to illuminate the tent, those chocolate eyes which almost had a hint of rose red in them, he could’ve recognized them even from a mile away. The sweet voice of the boy who made his heart dance everytime he heard it also helped. Jeno couldn’t help but smirk at the visibly upset Jaemin who couldn’t help but sigh and huff at each love card that arose unbeknownst to him that he was talking about himself all along.

“Overall... yes, this person likes you back and you have great connection....... but you don’t have to pursue it you know, there’s probably someone out there who’s much better anyway”. Jeno nodded and went to get up “Thanks, Jaemin. I’ll make sure to send you those roses first thing in the morning then along with the $10 I owe you”. Jaemin’s eyes widened, his cheeks started to get flushed as he heard his name leave the young boys lips as he started to leave.

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