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lavenderbexlatte · 6 months

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day 13: threesome

nct 2.1k words female reader insert Reader x Johnny Suh x Mark Lee NSFW

🖤 warnings: caught in the act, various mutual crushes, a hint of oral sex, markspeak, i am a johnmark enthusiast and you all must enter hell with me🖤

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He wasn't supposed to be home.

That was the whole point of waiting until this weekend to finally, finally make a move on Mark. You'd been trying it for ages, and he was always interested right back, but there were things standing in your way, not least of which being his roommate.

But this weekend, his roommate is supposed to be out of town. His very hot roommate. His roommate who definitely didn't kindly but firmly turn you down your freshman (his junior) year at uni, and who definitely hasn't been spotted getting cozy with Mark himself at not one, not two, but three parties this quarter. No way, no how.

He's not supposed to be home, this weekend, see.

And yet, here you are, down to your bra and your jeans in Mark's room, Mark standing frozen with his t-shirt pulled halfway over his head, both just staring at the vision in the doorway.

You hadn't closed the door because why would you? Home alone and all.

Johnny wears insufferable so terribly well, as he smiles at you and Mark in your compromising positions.

"What's this?"

"Hyung!" Mark laughs, overly loud and uncomfortable but not quite fake. "Hey! What's...wassup?"

"I asked you first."

You feel like you should say something, but then again, you can't think of anything to say that would make things better. Only worse. You compromise by saying nothing.

"Oh, haha," Mark, in a moment of spectacularly poor judgement, takes the shirt all the way off rather than putting it back on. "Well. Like."

"Nice to see you," Johnny says, glancing at you like it's an afterthought.

You nod in kind, still not trusting your mouth.

"Whaaaaaat are you doing home so early?" Mark asks.

The answer is casual, shrugged. "Water main burst."

"Whoa," Mark frowns. "And, like, flooded? The..."

"Cabin," Johnny supplies. "I should be drinking a nice smoky red with Ten and Jaehyun in the mountains right now, but instead..."

He waves his hand at the two of you.

"Ha. Free show, at least?" Mark says weakly.

You're suddenly very, very aware that you're not wearing a shirt.

"Free show," Johnny agrees slowly.

Finally, you find your tongue, and your filter. It's like the spell on you is broken, and you glance around, half-crazed. Your shirt can't have gone far-

"I'm sorry," you say, leaning down to retrieve your shirt from under Mark's desk (did he really throw it full-force?). "Sorry, I'll - let me get dressed and-"

"What's the hurry?" Johnny asks.

You're clutching your shirt over your chest, but you do pause to just kind of stare at him. "I mean, I'm kind of not wearing..."

"I noticed."

"Me either," Mark says, meditatively, like he's just noticed it.

Johnny looks at him with that expression he usually wears, when things relate to Mark. Exasperation, and just the softest, most half-melted affection.

"Noticed that, too," Johnny says.

"Sorry 'bout this," Mark says, this time. "You were supposed to be gone all weekend, didn't think there'd be any problem."

"There's no problem," Johnny replies.

Mark shrugs. "We were kinda gonna hook up and you kinda walked right into it, dude, it's a problem on some level."

That's true, but him saying it so plainly has your face absolutely burning in shame.

"Nah," Johnny insists.

"We could have closed the door," Mark considers.

"Are you guys going to...continue?"

Excuse you?

Mark shrugs again, limp shoulders. "Dude."

"I was thinking I could stick around," says Johnny lightly.

There's no way.

There's no way he means what it sounds like he means. You've entered another dimension. You actually died sometime back and this is your personal purgatory, sentenced to die of embarrassment over and over in front of the hottest uncoolest people you've ever met.

You're too honest. "Why would you want to do that?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You don't like me," you say.

It's overly simple to say it that way, sure, but that was always kind of the vibe you got. Especially after he turned you down at that party three years ago. Even as you got closer to Mark and some of their other friends, Johnny was always just...there. Never making an effort. But always around.

Johnny gives you an audaciously over-offended look. "Who said that?"

"You shot me down," you point out.

His expression doesn't waver. "I turned you down like ten years ago the literal week after I got dumped by that one girl from Taiwan. That doesn't mean I don't like you."

"Three, three years ago," Mark corrects.

You turn to stare at him. "Why do you know that?"

He shrugs. "I pay attention."

"Do you?"

"I like you," Johnny interrupts. "Don't leave."

"Isn't - this ain't even a little bit weird, to you?" Mark asks.

Johnny bites his tongue, grinning. "I like you, too."

"I know," Mark says, not even blinking, even as your jaw is hanging somewhere around your knees. "But still, like, jeez, dude. Man. Fuck."

You're not entirely sure what's going on, but Johnny nods like Mark's speaking only the truth.

"You're right," Johnny turns to you, still standing with your t-shirt pressed over your chest like a shield, like a lifeline against whatever this is. "If you actually wanna leave, please, be my guest."

"Hold on, yo," Mark sputters, "Wait, you're not - seriously, you're not tryna hijack this, bro, because that's legit kind of-"

"How is it hijacking if she wants to leave?" Johnny argues.

"Because-"

"If she leaves, you're gonna have to take care of that by yourself. I might as well help."

That is the moment you realize Mark is still hard. Because of course he is.

And really, that clarifies things for you.

If you walk out, like you were going to, if you haul your ass back across the district to your own apartment in the world's saddest walk of shame, you're not just leaving a blueballed Mark behind. He and Johnny are gonna do...something, without you.

You'd rather they do something with you.

So your drop your t-shirt.

"Oh," Mark says mildly.

"Love it," Johnny says.

He's so weird.

You can't believe how thirsty your freshman self was for upperclassman fuckboy Johnny.

Or, well...no, you can believe it, because your current self is feeling some type of way about this current Johnny. This tattooed Johnny, tall and stupid as ever, handsome in his backwards hat, still dressed in the outfit he picked to get cabin-drunk with his besties.

But you're here for Mark.

You came over for Mark, and you intended to have Mark. That's still what you want.

So you turn your back on Johnny, somehow still standing in the doorway, leaning on the wooden frame, and you slot yourself right back into Mark's arms.

He must really be unperturbed by Johnny's presence, here, because Mark just lets you sidle right up close, holding you loosely by the waist, like he had been before.

"Imma be real," he says. "I always thought you were only into hyung."

Mark tilts his head toward Johnny, indicating unnecessarily, as if you would think he meant any other hyung in this moment.

"Y'know. And not me," he adds, also unnecessarily.

"Then you're stupid," Johnny says brightly.

"Hey!" Mark squawks.

"You're very obvious," Johnny tells you.

Mark is looking down at you with doe eyes and a pout so priceless, you'd bet he practices it in the mirror.

"I'm not stupid," he grumbles.

"You're not," you placate, because goddamn is he cute, even if he is kind of stupid sometimes.

Johnny's moving around, behind you, but for the moment your attention is on Mark. He so rarely takes his shirt off, even to swim and stuff, so you're really enjoying the feeling of his thin chest beneath your palms. It's like being let in on an especially good secret, being able to bypass his usual modesty.

"Are we really gonna...y'know," Mark reaches down, bolder than you expected from him, and pinches your ass. "Keep things goin'?"

"As long as you don't mind Johnny being here," you reply.

Johnny answers that one for him. "He doesn't mind."

You would turn around to tell Johnny to stop it, if he didn't choose that moment to sneak around behind Mark. But there he is, looming, putting his considerable height to work as he presses himself to Mark's back and snakes his hand down to Mark's waistband. His hand is trapped awkwardly between your torso and Mark's, but he doesn't seem to care in the slightest, as he pops the button and zip on Mark's jeans.

"Yo, you didn't even ask," Mark complains, leaning against Johnny's shoulder to tilt his head up and meet his eye.

Johnny gives him a simpering grin. "Can I take your pants off?"

"Yeah, sure."

The jeans are pooled on the floor in a matter of seconds, and then Johnny's fingers are tugging at your beltloops, too.

"You?" he asks.

"If you want to," you answer.

Johnny laughs. "I want to."

You did not think, when you came over to Mark's house with the explicit purpose of turning a movie night into a very messy hookup, that you would end up standing alone next to his bed while he gets pressed bodily to the mattress and kissed into next week by a very enthusiastic and fully-clothed Johnny Suh, but you know, there's a first time for everything.

Might as well join in.

You take the opportunity to finally slip your bra off, figuring that the time to be self-conscious has long since passed, and you climb onto the mattress to sit up on your knees and take in the scene before you.

They're just kissing, Johnny playfully pinning Mark to the bed with his much greater wingspan, but it's comfortable. Too comfortable. You've heard the stories about them getting caught being too cozy at those kickbacks, but you hadn't seen the proof for yourself.

Yeah. They've done this before.

The only variable this time is you, and you're not about to let them forget that you're here.

Johnny's wearing a button-down shirt, which makes things very easy. Well. Easier than they could be. You've got that straining third-highest button (the first two are already undone, that harlot) in your hand in an instant, and it's only a few tugs and a little bit of creative reaching (he refuses to stop kissing Mark to let you do this) before you have the shirt in your hands.

The sharp sensation of teeth - hard, but not hard enough that it actually hurts - on the underside of your breast makes you yelp. "Hey!"

You look down to see Mark grinning. Your leaning into Johnny had put your chest right in his face.

"Couldn't help it," he says.

"He bites," Johnny warns you, too late.

You decide not to grace that with an answer, just sitting back on your heels. You're going to toss Johnny's shirt away, to join your pants and Mark's on the floor, but after a second, you slip it on. The linen is warm from Johnny's skin, and it smells like his strong perfume.

"Oh shit."

That's Mark, and it's practically a moan.

He's looking at you upside-down, taking in the new combination of just your underwear and Johnny's shirt. Johnny is looking too, but he just looks amused, approving. Mark looks ravenous.

The next sentence out of Mark's mouth is one of those sentences that bypasses his already-scant filter entirely.

"Sit on my face."

You blink down at him. "What?"

He reaches for your thigh, firm. "Sit."

Johnny backs off, at that, climbing off Mark and off the bed entirely. "You should do that. He's very good."

It would be a health risk, you think, to consider why Johnny knows that. Your heart is already beating too fast as it is, pounding in your ears.

"Where are you going?" you ask, instead.

"Getting a better view."

True to form, Johnny moves to lean on the opposite edge of the bed. Mark's fingers dig harder into your thigh.

Aw, what the hell.

Johnny helps you out of your panties, careful and gentlemanly. He keeps his shirt on you, though, pulling it back up when you try to shrug it off.

Johnny helps you balance as you turn, and plant a knee on either side of Mark's head.

His breath tickles your inner thigh. "Fuck yes."

"I'm not gonna hurt you, am I?" you ask, uncertain.

"Nah."

"Can you...breathe?"

"Don't care."

Johnny grins, evil. "He's a pro."

"I got one more request, y'know, if you don't mind," Mark says.

He bites your leg, this time, and you jump.

"It's gonna be hard, but, like. I want you to keep lookin' at hyung."

"Looking..." You're already embarrassed, already shy. Keep eye contact with Johnny while Mark...while Mark...

Mark's laugh is just a breath. "Don't be gettin' shy on us, now."

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hugs2doie · 1 year

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Hi bby, can you please do texts for johnny bf? Thank uuu

of course love !! <3

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random texts with johnny !! <3

pairing: bf!johnny x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none, btw mark & haechan were mentioned here !

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i hope u like them <3 reqs r open !

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markleesthighs · 2 years

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May I req for Johnny x idol!y/n and like their first public appearance at an award after being caught by dispatch... I hope it isn't too much for me to ask this~ TQ!!

Btw I LOVE your Mark and Johnny's fic

-ty sm! I hope you enjoy your request!

This was your worst nightmare. With your phone blowing up and non stop paparazzi, you didn’t know what do you. After dispatch had leaked that you and Johnny were dating, your company had contacted you about whether or not it was true. You had called Johnny asking him for advice and what you guys had to do. Johnny was tired of beating around the bush and confirmed it with SM already. You obliged, agreeing to confirm the rumors.

Later that afternoon both SM and your company released this statement.

“We have talked to both parties and they both can confirm that they are in a relationship. We ask that you ask no further questions at this time.”

Fuck, it’s in the air now I guess. Your phone was flooded with a mix of hate comments and support, not to mention your follower counts going down. You felt like it was the end of your career. You started getting flashbacks to other idols, seeing how people handled their relationships whether it was with another idols or private. They were not good.

Your manager cancelled the rest of your activities for the week, so your promotion and appearances wouldn’t be affected by this, hoping it would die down in a week. Then, you remember that the following week you had to appear at an award show Johnny was also attending. This could not get any worse. Your phone buzzed and your manager reminded you that you and NCT 127 were going to compete in a music bank award.

You could feel the world crumbling around you. You just stayed at home eating your heart away, getting takeout and watching Korean dramas on the TV. You heard your doorbell ring, assuming it was your takeout but then you opened the door to see Johnny. He was about to speak when you slammed the door in his face.

You looked at your door camera to see Johnny pout and beg into the camera for you to open the door again. You didn’t budge. He started singing your songs loudly in the hallway while dancing to your choreography and you got embarrassed, opening the door scolding him to stop and come inside. Johnny surprisingly read your mind and brought you some of your favorite foods and snacks.

“Why are you here?”

“I can’t also enjoy my week off with my pretty girlfriend?” He said innocently.

“You got bored at the dorm didn’t you?”

“You caught me, besides your place is much bigger and less noisy.”

You laughed as you hugged him and he kissed the top do your head while rubbing your back.

“How have you been holding up?”

“Not good.”

He lifted your chin up.

“I can tell, your eyes are a little puffy.”

The the door rang again, that was definitely your takeout.

Johnny stared at you shocked,

“Are you cheating on me?!“ with a dramatic voice.

“Relax you big baby, I ordered some pizza.”

“PIZZA!”

You opened the door and thanked the delivery man and handing him a tip. You placed the pizza on the counter, leaving to go wash your hands. When you came back you already saw Johnny with a slice in his hands about to eat it. You slapped his shoulder yelling at him that the pizza wasn’t for him. But you obliged to his puppy eyes begging you to let him eat some.

“So what’s going to happen next week?”

“What do you mean?”

“My manager reminded me that we’re going to be at MAMA and then music bank later on next week.”

“We just do what we normally did, ignore each other, respectfully. Also aren’t you performing at MAMA?”

“Shit, I completely forgot about that, I’m going to get a black ocean for sure.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, I’m going to message nctzens to keep their light sticks on for you, so you don’t feel scared.”

“Aww thanks.”

“Anything for you, besides, your song is really good to shake a light stick to.”

You laughed as you and Johnny spent the week together like it was quarantine, you had fun playing board games, watching movies and shows, and cooking together. Maybe next week wasn’t going to be so bad.

I lied. It was bad. The moment you stepped out of your car for MAMA, billions of paparazzi was pointing their cameras as you, asking millions of questions about Johnny. You skipped the red carpet event to avoid any other paparazzis and went straight into the green room. Unfortunately, Johnny also got mobbed by paparazzi, but couldn’t skip the red carpet event because he was with NCT 127.

You were shaking in the green room nervous about the performance and the audiences reaction to you. You hadn’t performed and sang live in a while, you felt like you were debuting again. Then you get a text from Johnny,

“Go kill it out there, I’ll be there supporting you.”

That made you smile, that’s all you needed to get up from your nervous self and you walked backstage fidgeting, listening to the group performing before you. Then it was your turn. You got on your platform that was going to lift you up in a grand entrance before you started singing your song. You saw that the nctzens still had their light sticks on for you as you sang and danced. Even some of your fans also sang along and screamed the loudest, which made you feel really good. During your dance break you saw some of your idol friends cheering for you, and you felt loved again. When you were done, people were screaming and cheering. You bowed and ran back to your manager squealing and jumping. You changed out of your performance outfit and back into award show attire.

When you returned, other groups and idols stood up to bow and greet you. When you reached Johnny, he smiled at you the brightest. He saw that your seats were further down a staircase, and he grabbed your hand and helped guided you down and made sure you had a blanket for your dress and were comfortable. You thanked him and playfully shooed him away. He ran back up to his group members who were laughing at him.

You cheered for the other groups and enjoyed other performances for the rest of the night. You got back home safely and passed out from exhaustion, at least it wasn’t the worst.

The next morning, you saw billions of news articles,

“Johnny supporting y/n is the cutest thing we’ve seen this week”

“Nctzens keep their light sticks on in support of y/n”

“Johnny and y/n interactions that made us blush”

“Johnny being a gentlemen, hypeman, and fanboy at MAMA for y/n”

You laughed at all the tabloids, not seeing many being super negative. So that made you more confident throughout the week until you had to go on Music Bank.

At Music Bank you and Johnny showed up at different times, there were fans outside screaming and supporting you both as always. NCT 127 had to perform before you so you watched them practice and perform dozen of times while you were getting ready. After Johnny was done, he surprised you by stopping by your green room with the other members. He was playing with your curled hair and pretending to be your makeup artist tickling you with brushes. You also greeted the other members, catching up with them. They all said goodbye leaving you to get ready to perform.

When you got on stage for a sound check, you saw a couple of your fans in the audience cheering along to your songs. Then when you had to perform, confetti had to come out of cannons near the stage, so you walked up and warned the fans to back up a little so they won’t get hurt. You performed with dozens of cheers and excitement when the confetti blasted. When you finished you felt like you got a rush of energy, bowing dozens of times to staff and your fans in the audience.

Then came the awards, NCT 127 against you, Music Bank always made you nervous, seeing the scores and then debating if your math skills were right that day. You both stood on opposite sides of the stage as you watched the numbers be presented on the screen. You were looking and then, you won. You won?! The MCs congratulated you, walking over to hand you your award. You thanked them and you bowed to NCT 127 thanking them too. Johnny ran over to quickly hug you, and whispered,

“I’m so proud of you.”

You thanked him as he was about to run off stage, as your song started to play for you to perform for the end of the show. NCT 127 came back on and you teasingly gave them all the mic to sing the song. They also danced alongside you and you had such a fun time with them. This is the happiest you’ve been in a while. Maybe it was all worth it.

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inyourdreamzen · 1 year

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nct au recos

johnny yuta taeyong jaehyun mark renjun jeno haechan jaemin chenle jisung

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lorangechim · 2 years

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The one about a party and a stolen kiss.

Summary: In which you have a massive crush on your best friend Johnny, he gets a little drunk and a little jealous.

Words: 2,089

Genre: Fluff, my trademark.

WARNINGS: None, just pure fluff. Maybe drinking ? It’s a tiny mention but, still. Oh! The ending is kinda ambiguous so, take that into account lol.

AN: Hello! This is my second attempt at uploading a fanfic here on tumblr lol, I posted this same oneshot on AO3 a few months back and I’ve decided to bring it to tumblr too. Hope you enjoy it, leave a like or comment!.

The cold air blew strongly hitting my already red cheeks. A few meters away someone stumbled on a plastic red cup and it made an ugly scratchy sound that was soon swallowed by the strong bass coming from the big black speaker on the floor.

I curled in on myself on the chair I was sitting on, in an attempt to warm up a little, holding my best friend’s beer bottle to my chest, almost hugging it and stuck my free hand inside my coat’s pocket.

Johnny will have to endure endless movie nights watching the 2005 adaptation of Pride and Prejudice over and over for dragging me out to yet another one of his friends’ parties in this cold ass weather.

My fingers are numb from the cold liquid inside the bottle and I’m pretty sure my nails will be purple by the time Johnny finally comes back and takes this wretched bottle from my hand. Why does he even like beer anyways? It tastes horribly and smells even worse.

Just as I’m scowling at the bottle and wondering just what the hell took Johnny so long, a flash of movement catches my eye and I see his head peeking above a group of people hanging around near the table filled with chips and various bottles of alcohol. Only when he was a couple steps away did I notice the paper cup covered almost entirely by his hand.

“Here” he said, holding the cup in front of my face

Quickly, I pulled my hand out of my pocket and took it from him, noticing how much bigger it looked now that I was holding it.

I looked up to look at him, “What?”

“It’s tea, I could see your teeth chattering from over there and asked Mark if I could steal some his roommate's fancy infusions”

The fluttery feeling in my chest made me smile and in a poor attempt to ignore it, I dramatically cried out to my best friend “Johnny, you life saver!” Pushing the beer to his chest.

Laughing, he quickly grabbed it brushing his knuckles against my own and sat on the empty plastic chair beside me. The flutter returned tenfold and before my thoughts wandered too far from reality, wondering if he also felt the same sensation his fingers left behind on mine from that single fleeting touch a moment ago. I raised my hand up to his face and pressed my still tingly, and very cold fingers to his cheek.

“Look, I can’t feel my fingers” I smiled teasingly.

He jumped up at the feeling “Holy shit!” He said, eyes opened wide and looking straight into yours.

You lowered your hand, laughing at his reaction. “You took your sweet time out there and I almost lost my hand to frostbite!”, I cried out. Johnny threw his head back and joined my quiet laughing.

He took a sip from the glass bottle he was now holding and with his free hand he reached out and took mine. The contrast between his big warm hand and my small frozen one brought a shiver down my spine and I happily welcomed the warmth he provided and allowed myself to enjoy the butterflies his touch awakened inside my stomach if only for a little while.

He placed the bottle on the ground next to his feet and tugged down the sleeve of his hoodie to cover his cold hand and placed it on top of mine sandwiching it.

He started rubbing his covered hand on mine, trying to warm it up “I brought you tea though” he smiled smugly. I rolled my eyes, faking annoyance.

And it was at moments like this that I found it incredibly hard to suppress my harboring feelings for him. When he was so close to me that I could count his eyelashes and his touch was warm on my skin. I felt as if though with one single look at me, he could see it written on my forehead “I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU”

A loud rumble of laughter snapped me out of my thoughts and I squeezed Johnny’s bare hand, looking up to him and smiling a grateful smile and slipping my hand from between his. My fingers tensed for a second and I grabbed my steaming cup of tea with both hands a little too hard, the liquid almost spilling.

For a second, confusion flashed on Johnny’s eyes, always so perceptive. “Wha-”, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a loud “JOHN!” Jaehyun was waving his hand in the air and calling him over to the beer pong table in the center of the patio.

He signaled Jaehyun to wait up and looked back at me, and I knew what he was thinking before he spoke.

"Go, I'll be fine" he didn't want to leave me alone.

"Are you sure? Mark can play instead of me"

"And have Jae direct murderous glances at me because, and I quote 'I stole his best man'? No thanks" I finished taking a sip of my tea.

He laughed "Ok, I will be quick then" he stood up and started walking to the table.

"Yeah, I'm sure you'll lose in no time!" I screamed after him. He turned around making a hurt face that made me laugh.

However, he was still not satisfied and when he reached the table he brought Taeyong closer by his shoulder whispering something to him. Taeyong's eyes fell on me and he nodded at whatever Johnny was telling him. The guys started to make teams for the beer pong match and Taeyong started to walk over to me.

The green tea warmed me up enough to be comfortable. The night progressed slowly and a thick layer of fog settled over the backyard simultaneous to the way Johnny’s tongue started to slur some of his words and he started making bigger hand gestures when he talked to his friends as he became tipsier with every sip he took from his beer and the drinking games his friends called him out to play.

Taeyong was excitedly telling me about this new fish tank he had started to put together. I was enjoying the excitement and the shine in his eyes as he talked and showed me pictures of it on his phone. I was laughing at the cute names Taeyong gave his crabs when suddenly I felt a thud on my shoulder.

Startled, I turned my head to my right and found Johnny’s head there, almost by instinct, I moved my opposite hand and patted his hair.

“You ok there?” I laughed. I knew he was not drunk, he was the tallest guy I knew and he was able to hold his alcohol very well but I still asked.

He groaned a little nodding, making me and Taeyong laugh. I turned away from him and looked at Taeyong. “I think the rounds of beer pong with Leo caught up to him a little” I smiled.

Taeyong laughed and peeked over to Johnny “Do you want some water dude?"

Johnny's cheek was squished on my shoulder but he still managed to nod.

"Ok, I'll be back"

Taeyong got up and I shouted a quick thanks to him before he walked too far. I was still looking in his direction and smiling when it happened.

The first thing I felt was a soft thud on my cheek and then something wet followed by a smack. It took me a moment and then...

"Did you just kiss me?" I was looking at Johnny with wide eyes, trying (and failing) to hide the smile that threatened to stretch over my face and the shock because ‘what the hell?!’ He was not that drunk... was he?

All he did was laugh and then "Yes". I could not believe what was happening. What was even happening?

"I didn't think you were this drunk" I said jokingly. Smiling over how dumb and sudden that peck was. But I was still searching his eyes for something to tell me what was going on inside his head.

Johnny threw his head back laughing "I'm not drunk!" And then paused before he rushed out "Well, maybe a little but you were making googly eyes at Taeyong looking all pretty with your red nose and you were ignoring me!!"

I let out a chortle "Are you kidding? It's Taeyong! Taeyong who stops on the street to help dogs cross the street without the risk of getting run over. Everyone makes googly eyes at him" I laughed. His words didn't even register fully in my brain.

He frowned at me "Stop laughing!" And that made me laugh harder and louder.

"This is so ridiculous, what are you even saying? Were you jealous or something?" And this time I stopped laughing.

He looked everywhere but at my eyes "And if I was?"

I lifted my arm to hug his shoulders and began cooing "Aww you will always be my best friend John, don't wo-" he turned his head and his face was now so close our noses almost touched.

"Just your friend?" He asked in a serious tone. My head started spinning and I didn't understand what he was asking. Like, I did but at the same time I didn't.

"What?" I asked.

"I like y-" I slapped a hand over his mouth and shut him up.

"Oh no no, you can't be saying these things drunk"

"Mmnt dnk!" He mumbled into my hand with wider eyes, the ones he made when he was annoyed. I ignored him and kept talking over the sounds he was making.

"You won't even remember this tomorrow! And then I will feel like a dumbass for getting my hopes up." I was talking without thinking and only when I stopped talking, my brain caught up with my mouth and I looked at him in horror.

His eyes were wide too, but they faded quickly and a mischievous glint replaced the surprise. He grabbed my wrist to remove the hand that was still covering his mouth so he could start talking, but I pressed it harder.

"No, you are not sober enough for this. Just forget it ok?”

Johnny glared at me, and I could tell he was fed up. He looked down gesturing to my hand, I gave him a pointed look to remind him to drop the subject. He raised his hands in innocence as if to say ‘I won’t talk about it’. So finally, I dropped my hand.

“If I still remember tomorrow, can we talk about it?”

I sighed, feeling my shoulders tense up a little annoyed, mostly at myself since I had already begun to get my hopes up. To dream, to think about what if’s and to wonder what could happen.

From the corner of my eye I could spot a figure in the distance walking in our direction, and I remembered where we were.

“Sure, if you can remember this whole conversation happened, we can talk about it”

He smiled, a little too flirty and a little too smugly, but it was just pure Johnny. I faked annoyance and pretended my heart didn’t flutter. A moment later Taeyong sat back down with us and gave Johnny a cup of water.

For a moment, I stared at my best friend, my crush. Still trying to figure out what was going on inside his head, was I really that dense to not notice he might like me as more than friends? Yes, yes I was. It wouldn’t be the first time I failed to notice someone’s feelings towards me until someone else pointed out the obvious.

I must’ve stared for too long because Johnny caught my eyes, a knowing look crossed his face and the bastard dared to wink. I stifled a laugh and turned away from him, at the boisterous screams coming from the beer pong table.

Tomorrow, I can deal with my feelings tomorrow.

~~~~~

The next morning when I woke up, I stretched my hand to grab my phone.

I opened my messaging app, quickly scanning through the unread messages from friends letting me know they arrived home safely yesterday. But I opened one chatroom, the message from about a half an hour ago.

[Text message]

From Johnny 🦕:

“Wanna have breakfast?” (11:00 am)

“I’ll buy if you promise not to shut me up with your hand over my mouth ;)” (11:03 am)

I took a sharp breath, my mouth suddenly dry.

He remembered.

END.

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to burn: (johnny/reader)

You meet Johnny, star player on the men’s volleyball team, vice president of his frat, and school heartthrob, and try to pretend that you’re not interested in the slightest. Because he’s definitely, totally not your type. Right?

Chapter 1 | next mlist

Characters: fem!reader, Johnny, the rest of nct intermittently as well as some cameos from other groups <3

Genre: college au, angst, romance, humor, pining, friends to lovers to enemies with the potential to fix it

Pairings: female!reader/Johnny

Warnings: college-typical alcohol use, wild miscommunication

Rating: Teen & Up

Length: 4.9k

and you laugh. loudly– head tipping back. and while your eyes are on the ceiling, i am mouthing something too heavy even for this steady night to shoulder. ‘this is not a joke.’ i mouth. ‘love me. love me.’

- Salma Deera, Letters from Medea

“Honestly,” you say, pushing the front doors of your dorm open perhaps a little too hard, “the fact that we have a P.E. requirement is homophobic. Like, I stopped playing sports after high school for a reason.”

“The reason being you were just using them to get into college,” your friend, Charlie, says drily as they follow you outside.

“Hey, you’re in exactly the same boat as me,” you point out. “Ugh, I wish I’d just gotten it over with freshman year.”

“Good thing you didn’t, because then I’d be alone.” Charlie slings an arm over your shoulder. “And you would’ve been, too.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” you agree. “At least it’s just volleyball.”

“Easy for you to say,” Charlie snorts, nudging you with their hip. “I haven’t played since middle school.”

“The deterioration of those kinds of skills is, like, exponential,” you reply. “So it’s the same.”

“Right.” They brush some of their hair out of their face. “Tell me that again when you flatten all the poor souls taking this course with us.”

“I’m not gonna do any flattening,” you say, tugging the doors to the gym open and gesturing Charlie inside before you. “I’m just gonna lay low and try to be as inactive as possible.”

“Which is why you brought your kneepads and your old court shoes, right?” Charlie quirks an eyebrow at you, pointing to your gym bag.

“It feels sacrilegious to go without them!” you defend, placing a protective hand over the lump from your shoes.

The gym is noisy and crowded. Some team is heading down the hall, talking loudly; other students hurry past, either coming from or heading to a workout. You see as you approach the courts that there are two nets already set up, and there are a few other students milling around in one corner. On the closer court are a man and a woman—the instructors, you assume, and a few other students in volleyball gear.

You drop your bag and sit down beside it, changing into your aforementioned kneepads and shoes. Charlie waits with you, hand on their hip.

Eventually, the instructors call all of you over. You and the dozen-odd other students form a haphazard circle.

“I’m Coach Pearson,” the woman says. She seems sharp and severe. “I’m the head coach for the women’s team.”

“And I’m Coach Ward,” the man says, waving jovially. “As I’m sure you can guess, I’m the head coach for the men’s team.”

“Some of our varsity players were free and decided to stop by,” Coach Pearson says. “If you could introduce yourselves, starting with the students?”

The handful of students you saw by the court when you walked in quickly go down the line. You immediately forget their names, too worried about your own introduction to focus. Charlie was right, though; pretty much all of them barely played volleyball in their lives, and you’re about to flatten everyone, whether you mean to or not.

You realize it’s your turn. “Ah, I’m [Y/N],” you say. “I played through middle and high school, but stopped after I got to university. Oh, and I’m a junior.”

You see a couple of the varsity players exchange looks as Charlie introduces themself.

Eventually, you get back around the circle to the coaches, who gesture for their players to make quick introductions.

The last guy steps forward, and for some reason—you’re not sure exactly why—he catches your attention. He’s an average jock type with an easy smile and dyed-blonde hair. “My name’s John, but everyone calls me Johnny” he says, “and I’m a middle blocker. I’m a junior, a comms major, and also the vice president of Phi Sig. You might’ve seen me at a few parties.” One of his teammates snickers and jabs him; he laughs brightly, unabashed.

The coaches give some initial instruction on forearm passing and then watch the class. After a couple of reps, Coach Pearson waves you over. “You don’t need to go through all this. Go scrimmage with the varsity players. We’ll bring everyone back together in a little bit for hitting lines and serving.”

“Okay,” you say dubiously, casting your eyes to the far court, where the varsity players are dicking around in a cramped game of 4-on-4 short-court. As you watch, Johnny throws a ball down around another guy’s block and bursts into a loud cheer.

You’re not sure you want to break up their fun, but Coach Pearson is watching you expectantly, so you shuffle over to the court, half-hoping they might ignore you.

But they see you approach, and one of the guys catches the ball mid-play. “Hey,” he says. You’re pretty sure his name is Jacob. “Coach send you over?”

“Yeah,” you say, trying not to sound nervous. “She told me to scrimmage with you guys while the others do drills.”

“Not surprised,” one of the girls pipes up. Joy, your brain supplies. “You look like you know what you’re doing. And you said you started playing when you were little, right?”

“Um, yeah.” All of them are looking at you now. “I don’t—I mean, obviously I’m not like you guys. I’m just… not a beginner.”

“No problem,” Johnny says. “We can play full court. Jacob can just switch sides based on who’s on offense. He’s the only setter here, anyway.” Jacob groans good-naturedly. “Oh, stop it, it’ll be good for you. What position did you play, [Y/N]? It is [Y/N], right?”

You nod. “Yeah. Um, I played middle.”

“Thought so,” Johnny says, giving you a grin. “Tall like me. Sehun, want to split us?”

Sehun, a tall, quiet guy, points you to the side opposite Johnny. A shorter guy greets you and introduces himself as San.

“Are you an underclassman?” you ask. You don’t think you’ve seen him anywhere before—though to be fair, there’s a lot of people at your school. Still, he has that bright-eye look about him that only underclassmen seem to possess. “What position do you play?”

“I’m a freshman,” he says with a grin. “And the libero.”

Libero, meaning basically the best back-row defender on the team. You raise your eyebrows. “You start as a freshman?” you ask. “You must be good.”

San shrugs, looking like he’s trying to hide his pride. “Yeah,” he says. “Coach likes me.”

Sehun divides the rest of the players. He keeps Johnny, but sends Joy to your side. There’s a shorter girl with them as well as a guy who seems close with Johnny. You get a handsome senior named Kai.

“Not gonna rotate,” Kai says. “San takes middle back; I’ll take the left and Joy can take the right. You,” he says to you, “Pull up when we’re serving and stack to the left when we’re receiving, okay?”

The other side arranges themselves into a similar formation while Sehun and Kai rock-paper-scissors for first serve. It looks like Sehun plays outside, just like Kai; the other girl takes the middle back position, and the other guy is on the right side. Jacob hovers at the net, waiting to see which side he’ll start on. Kai wins after a couple of ties, giggling and smacking Sehun when he glares.

You start to play, and while you’re not spectacular, you find that you can keep up well enough. You even manage to block Johnny and Sehun once each, which both of them take in stride. As you play, you begin to figure a few things out.

Sehun and Kai are co-captains of the men’s team. However, they seem to be priming Johnny to take their position next year; they treat him almost as an equal. Captain of the volleyball team and probably president of his frat, you think. He’s your average all-American heartthrob—who peaks in college.

Seulgi, the shorter girl on Johnny’s side, is one of the captains of the women’s team. She and Joy seem to be good friends—they taunt each other from across the court, grinning. Jacob is nice, if a bit reserved. In any case, he’s a talented setter, and quick on his feet. San is loud and competitive, but also eager to give others praise. By the time the coaches are calling all of you back over, you feel like you’ve started to make some friends.

“Not bad,” Joy says. “If you were a freshman, I’d tell you to try out.”

You laugh. “I’ll take it,” you say. “Thank you.”

Later, when you all head back to serve, you find yourself next to Johnny. He watches you struggle through a jump float. “Hey, at least it went in,” he says when you turn around.

“That was my first serve in almost three years,” you defend.

“I’m not making fun of you,” he says. He takes his serve; a beautiful topspin, traveling at a mean angle all the way to the back right corner of the court. On the other side, Sehun calls it in and gives him a thumbs-up. Johnny gives him a thumbs-up in return. “So what’s your story? How come I haven’t seen you around?”

“You mean at one of your parties?” You grab another ball. “Not really the partying type, I guess. At least not big parties, not anymore.” You serve; this one is better than the last. The ball floats into the back few feet of the court, dropping just in.

“Nice spot, [Y/N]!” Joy calls, catching your ball off a bounce.

“Thank you!” you call back, pleased.

“A pity,” Johnny says. “We could’ve met sooner.” He winks at you before taking another serve. It’s almost an exact duplicate of his last. He’s good, you admit grudgingly. Good, and also trying to flirt with me.

“Not sure that would’ve changed much,” you say lightly. “You’re not my type, Seo. I don’t like guys who flirt with every girl they meet.”

Johnny laughs. “Oh, and she has an attitude,” he says. “I like that. Okay,” he adds, holding his hands up. “No flirting. But if you want to come by this weekend, I can put you on the list. You can even bring a friend. I’ll put ‘[Y/N]-plus-one.’ Saturday at ten?”

“I don’t even know where the Phi Sig house is,” you say. This is a lie; you have a feeling it’s one of the grander ones on frat row.

One of the coaches blows a whistle; you chuck the ball you just grabbed back in the basket. Johnny does the same. “I’ll give you the address,” he says. You jog back to where everyone dropped their stuff together.

“Sure,” you say, catching Charlie’s eye. They raise their eyebrows, looking between you and Johnny. You shrug, shaking your head quickly as you wait for the coaches to dismiss you.

“Good work today,” Coach Ward says. “We’ll start short scrimmages next time.”

“If anyone wants kneepads, I can bring some of our spares from the office,” Coach Pearson offers. “You’re dismissed.”

Johnny has produced his phone. “What’s your number?” he asks. “I’ll text it to you.”

You give him your number. “I might be busy,” you warn. This is not a lie; you did promise one of your friends dinner on Saturday, and you’re not sure how late it will go. “But I’ll try to swing by.”

He grins, pocketing his phone. “Well, I hope you can make it.” The other varsity guys approach behind him; Sehun slings an arm over his shoulder, giving you a nod. “Guess I’m going,” Johnny says with a laugh, letting Sehun turn him away. “See you, [Y/N]!”

“Bye,” you reply, not staying to watch him go.

“Um, hello,” Charlie says. They’re grinning mischievously. “That Johnny guy sure seemed interested in you, huh?”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah,” you say. “He invited me to his frat party this weekend. I dunno if I’m gonna go.” You kick off your shoes, peeling your kneepads off and throwing them in your bag. “He did say I could bring a guest, so if I do decide to go, you have to come with.”

Charlie shrugs easily. “Free alcohol, right? I’ll be there.”

You walk back together. Charlie gripes about an essay they already have and you half-listen, watching the sun set beyond the trees. Johnny’s smile pops back into your mind. You shake yourself. Stop it, you scold your stomach, which has insisted on doing a complex series of backflips at the thought of him. There’s no way I have a crush on him, because I’m a grown-ass woman, and I don’t get crushes. Especially not on arrogant frat boys named John.

The feeling in your stomach, it seems, would tend to disagree, but you ignore it.

* * *

Dinner on Saturday actually ends relatively early, and though there would be no way for Johnny to know, you feel a little bad lying to him, so you head back to your room and take a shower, then put on a relatively acceptable outfit and speed your way through some makeup, texting Charlie that you’ve decided to go if they still want to come.

Absolutely yes. Can I come to yours to pregame?

Yeah. Bring the rest of your lemonade, you reply, stepping away from fighting with your eyeliner to pull down a couple of bottles of liquor that you have stashed up on a shelf in your closet. You’re technically not going to be twenty-one for a couple more months, and though your RA is chill, you try not to tempt fate.

Though you’re still underage, Charlie’s birthday was in November, so they come in with a bottle of lemonade in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. “You look cute,” they say, setting the bottles down on your desk and depositing their small bag of cosmetics on your bed. “Sure you’re not trying to impress him?”

“What, I’m supposed to go to a frat party in sweats? Also, who says I’m dressing like this for Johnny?”

“I didn’t even say his name,” Charlie taunts, unscrewing the cap on the wine and holding the bottle out to you.

You give them a look, taking it. “Yeah, and who the fuck else would you be talking about? He’s the one who invited me. Besides, neither of us remember anyone else’s name from class.”

“No?”

“Name literally any of the other people in our class,” you say, deadpan. “Quickly.”

Charlie is silent for a moment, brow furrowed. “Wasn’t one of them named Kai?”

“That wasn’t quick,” you reply drily.

A few shots, a bottle of wine, and a lot more bickering finally sees the two of you out the door and into the chilly night air. It’s mid-January, so there’s frozen piles of snow lining every street, but you refused to bring a jacket. Somehow, you doubt that if you left it somewhere, even in Johnny’s room, it would not come back to you in perfect shape by the end of the night.

You and Charlie follow Google Maps down the road, finally coming up on the street where a vast majority of the frat houses for your university are. A guy you don’t recognize is fielding the small gaggle of students at the door of the address Johnny sent you. “Like I said just a minute ago, if you’re not on the list, just get in line. Yes, you too.”

You have to assume this guy is an underclassman if he’s stuck manning the door, so you square your shoulders and pretend not to be intimidated. He raises his eyebrows at you and Charlie as you approach.

“On the list?” he asks. He sounds exhausted.

“Yeah, Johnny said he’d put me down as ‘[Y/N] plus one’?” You don’t know why it’s come out as a question, but it’s too late now.

But the guy just nods, looking somewhat relieved. “He said to keep an eye out for a tall girl,” he says, stepping aside. “Welcome.”

“Oh my god,” Charlie says as soon as you’re inside. “Thank fuck, I’m fucking freezing.” As if to prove it, they press ice-cold fingers to your arm.

You bite back a yelp of shock, throwing them a disgruntled look as you head for the stairs. “We weren’t even out for that long,” you complain. “How are you that cold?”

You think they shrug, but you’ve reached the top of the stairs, and the sound of music overwhelms you. Even louder, somehow, is the thick fog of voices clamoring throughout the floor. It’s a little crowded, but not horribly, so it’s not too difficult to pick your way towards a corner.

“Where is he?” Charlie asks.

You glance around. “I dunno, I didn’t text to tell him I was on the way. We are, like, an hour late. Maybe he gave up on me.”

“No, he didn’t.” You look up, and see Charlie staring across the room. You follow the line of their gaze and see Johnny with his head tipped back in laughter, surrounded by some guys you don’t know.

When he brings his head back down, he catches your eye, and somehow his smile grows. You watch him excuse himself, and then he waves, making his way across the room.

“Hey!” he yells when he’s close enough. You can barely hear him over the noise of everything else. “You made it!”

“Looks like I did,” you reply. “Johnny, this is Charlie, they’re also in the same P.E. class.”

“[Y/N]’s plus-one,” Johnny says, reaching a hand out to shake. Charlie accepts, giving him a polite smile. “Do you guys want something to drink? We’ve got a couple of options.”

“Yes, please.” You follow him to a different corner of the room, which you now see is a kitchenette doubling as a makeshift bar, bottles lining the island counter that divides the kitchen from the rest of the room.

Johnny passes a Mike’s Hard to each of you, and then ducks into a different fridge to get himself a beer. “Did you find us okay?” he asks as he rummages around for a bottle opener.

“Yeah, I’ve been to this street before,” you say. “Just not this house.”

“Thought you said you didn’t go to parties?” Johnny teases, raising an eyebrow at you as he pops the cap off his beer.

“Freshman me was a different woman,” you reply drily.

“I would say I wish we’d met,” Johnny says, “but freshman John was a different person, too. I was a dick. Well,” he amends with a charming, self-deprecating smile, “more of a dick than I am now, anyway.” Without pausing—perhaps to spare you from trying to respond to that with anything other than a polite laugh—he continues, “Anyway, so—you’re both juniors, right?” You and Charlie nod. “What are you studying?”

“Oh! I’m a bio major. Not pre-med though,” you say, shaking your head.

“And I’m ES,” Charlie says. “And if you call me a treehugger, then I’ll just know you’re extremely unfunny.”

Johnny laughs at this. “I wasn’t going to,” he assures. “Though I understand the concern. But, no, that’s really cool! We gotta do something about the planet, man, I wanna live past forty.” He reaches out and clinks his bottle against yours. “I’m glad you’re not pre-med, though, I have a couple friends who are and it’s literally killing them.”

You nod emphatically. “Yeah, I’m not doing that to myself, thanks,” you reply. “My parents’ll live without a doctor as a daughter.”

Johnny laughs again, bright and warm. “I hear that,” he says. “My mom acted like I told her I was dropping out of school entirely when she found out I was gonna be majoring in communications.” He shrugs. “But it’s just public relations and marketing, really. Every business needs that. She’ll see when I buy her a new house in five years.”

It’s strange; though Johnny is talking to you, and though it’s clear he’s paying attention to you and what you’re saying, when he speaks it’s like he’s having a conversation with himself, and you’re just there as a member of his audience. And yet, you find yourself drawn to his attention. He’s magnetic, charming, enthralling.

“Anyway, let me introduce you to my friends,” Johnny says, then starts walking without checking to see if you’re going to follow. You follow, left with no other choice, Charlie trailing after.

Johnny seems to know everybody. He waves at people as you traverse the room, grinning and calling them by their names. You didn’t think it was possible for anyone to know that many people, but apparently Johnny does.

“Hey!” You look up; it’s San, with a couple of other students in tow. “You came! Johnny was worried you weren’t gonna show.”

“I wasn’t worried,” Johnny defends, grabbing San and putting him in a headlock. “I just said she might not make it.” He releases San, who’s laughing brightly.

“Aw, you were worried,” you tease, grinning at Johnny.

He rolls his eyes, gesturing to the group in front of you. “You already know San,” he says. “That’s Wooyoung, Mingi, Yunho; they’re also on the team. All freshmen. Where’s Hwa?”

“Somewhere,” Wooyoung says, gesturing vaguely. “Unless Joong already stole him away.”

“His boyfriend,” Johnny explains quickly. “Okay, well, everyone, this is [Y/N] and her friend Charlie. They were in the volleyball class today.”

“Yeah, San told us you were really good.” One of the taller guys—Yunho, you’re pretty sure—says, nodding at you. “You guys weren’t kidding, she is tall.”

“I know,” you say, somewhat wearily, and the guys laugh.

“We’re gonna keep making the rounds,” Johnny says, “but if you see Seonghwa, tell him to come say hi.”

The freshmen wave goodbye, and Johnny is almost immediately accosted by another boy. This one is short and slender and very pretty; you can’t imagine he’s part of the frat.

Johnny hugs him back, grinning. “This is Ten,” he says to you and Charlie. “Ten, [Y/N] and Charlie.”

“Hi,” you say. “Are you on the team, too?”

Ten makes a face. “Oh, fuck no,” he says, laughing. “No sports for me, thank you. I’m in Phi Sig.” He must read your expression, because he laughs again. “Every good frat needs a queer to befriend the girls, right? Adds flavor. Plus,” he continues, “Johnny ’n’ I have been friends since birth.”

“We met in middle school,” Johnny clarifies, laughing.

“He gives you any problems, you let me know, okay?” Ten says to you. “I’ll beat him up for you.”

You giggle. “Okay, thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.”

“What about me?” Charlie asks drily.

“You look like you can handle yourself,” Ten says. “That one… might fall for Johnny’s strange charms.” Johnny shoves him, grinning, while you feel embarrassment coarse through your body,

You don’t have to sit in it for long; another guy comes up, handing Ten a bottle. “It was a twist-off, dude,” he says. “Had me fighting for my life trying to find a bottle opener for nothing.”

Ten grins at him sweetly. “Sorry,” he says, sounding completely not sorry.

“Jaehyun, this is the one I was telling you guys about,” Johnny says, gesturing to you. “[Y/N]. And her friend Charlie.”

“Hi,” Jaehyun says. He’s a little shorter than Johnny, and handsome in a very standard way. You have a feeling he must be quite popular with the girls.

“Jaehyun plays basketball,” Johnny says, “Though I’ve been trying to get him to join volleyball from day one.”

“I told you, I’ll try out for volleyball if you try out for basketball,” Jaehyun says.

Ten rolls his eyes, sharing a smile with you and Charlie. “I think we’d stop hearing this argument every other day if they would just fuck, but when I suggested it to them I was nearly suffocated to death with a pillow, so.”

“I like you, Ten,” Charlie says decisively. “Let’s be friends.”

“Oh, sure,” Ten agrees cheerfully.

You zone out for a second, watching the party happen around you. It’s nearing midnight at this point, and the room is still packed, the music still loud. You wonder faintly what your life would have been like if you had made more of an effort to go out last year, and last fall. You watch a group of girls knock back shots together. You’d left thoughts of hierarchy behind in high school. That was kid shit, you know? By the time you got to college, you just wanted to make friends and do what made you happy. And you have, for the most part. But you can’t deny the allure of this—glamorized, romanticized. The American College Experience, handsome boys and sticky floors, the full package. There’s something almost magical about it. Maybe you’ve had it backwards.

“[Y/N]!” You startle out of your thoughts and see Johnny looking at you. “Kai’s pouring shots, want one?”

“Shots of what?” you ask warily, letting Charlie take your hand and drag you after the boys.

“Tequila! We have limes,” Johnny calls back over his shoulder.

Charlie sees the look on your face and laughs. “Oh, c’mon,” they coax. “When in Rome, right?”

You nod. “Yeah, I guess so.”

You end up in a different room, around a table that looks like it was used for pong earlier in the evening. Kai has a bottle of tequila in hand; disposable shot glasses litter the table in front of him. Sehun is next to him, counting the shots and unstacking a couple more cups. The guy who had been manning the door when you and Charlie arrived is slicing a lime with such intent focus it honestly worries you. There’s another kid you don’t recognize who’s holding a shaker of pink salt, watching Kai pour.

“[Y/N]!” It’s Joy. “And Charlie! Hi,” she giggles. “Johnny rope you into taking shots?”

“Yep,” you say.

“Oh, hey,” Johnny says. He’s a few feet away, ready to help distribute the shots. “By the way, this is Shotaro.” He points to the kid holding the salt, who smiles cutely and waves with his free hand. “And this is Mark.”

Mark glances up. “Yeah, I was the one who let them in,” he says, giving you guys a smile. “Hey.”

“He’s cute,” Charlie whispers in your ear. “I think he’s in my philosophy seminar.”

Shotaro comes around with the salt. You lick the back of your hand and offer it to him, keeping your hand balanced carefully and hardly looking up when Johnny passes you your shot. Mark pushes the lime wedges closer to the center of the table. Johnny raises his shot.

“To new friends!” he says, grinning at you.

Everyone raises their shots. You lick the salt off your hand while you tap the table with your glass, and then throw the shot back, fumbling for a lime wedge at the same time. It’s not bottom shelf tequila, but it is decidedly not good, so you’re grateful for the bright sourness of the lime to wash away the taste. When you look up, Johnny’s watching you with an unreadable expression on his face.

He catches you looking, and grins. “Want another?” he asks.

You hesitate, then give in. “Sure,” you agree, laughing.

You watch him this time as he takes the shot—the pinch of his eyebrows, the set of his jaw, the working of his throat. He really is handsome, you think, as you screw your eyes shut and bite into another lime wedge. He’s laughing when you open your eyes again, bright and pretty and perfect. A stone settles in your stomach.

You leave around one a.m., though Johnny tries to wheedle you into staying later. You stroll back to your dorm, arm in arm with Charlie, taking deep breaths of the cold air to try and sober up a little.

“We’re both fucked, I think,” Charlie says suddenly.

“What are you talking about?”

“We both like frat boys,” they lament. “What’s become of us?”

“Speak for yourself,” you say, and then stop walking and frown at them. “Hang on, who are you talking about?”

“Mark,” they say, shaking their head. “I told you, he’s cute. It’s gonna be a problem. And don’t try and tell me you feel absolutely nothing for Johnny. I saw the way you were looking at him.”

“I’m not gonna let a guy named John break my heart,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Sure, Jan,” Charlie replies snarkily, rolling their eyes back. “Hey, at least we can suffer together. Misery loves company, right?”

You laugh weakly. “Let’s hope not, okay?” They laugh too, knocking their head against your shoulder as you approach the front doors of your dorm. “Cup ramen before bed?” you suggest. “I could use some carbs to settle my stomach.”

“Oh, hell yes,” Charlie agrees, opening the door.

The problem is, Charlie is right. You’re kinda fucked. Johnny is handsome and funny and charming, and you’ve fallen for it, just like every other girl who crosses his path. And you know guys like him don’t date girls like you. They don’t date, period. They hook up with the tiny, pretty ones and then swap stories with their friends the next morning. You wouldn’t make a good story—or at the very least, the kind of story you would make is not the kind you want to be a part of.

I am going to stop thinking about him, you think to yourself firmly, staring at your reflection later that night as you’re getting ready for bed. He’s just another frat boy, and he won’t do anything for me. Besides, I already said it. He’s not my type.

Right?

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johnkun · 1 year

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hum hallelujah

religious kink

johnkun (johnny/kun)

explicit

3k words

Summary:

"Father." Johnny's hands rest on the priest's thighs. "Let me suck you off."

#johnkun #daisy writes #nct fanfic #nct johnny fanfic #qian kun fanfic #nct smut #wayv smut #wayv fanfic #m/m ship #rps #rpf #cross posted on ao3 #hum hallelujah

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suhnshinehaos · 2 months

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‘ THROUGH THE YEARS ’ | j. suh

summary : you and johnny’s relationship told in your birthday posts over the years pairing : johnny suh x gn!reader genre/s : one-shot smau, non-idol au, pure fluff

*note : pics are not chronologically accurate + likes are a lil all over the place but let me have this i thought it would be cute and i reordered the pics after writing hahaha

from reese, with love <3

feel free to guess at which bday post they started being together hehe anyways, happy johnny day!! johnny was my bias when i first got into nct and he’s still my bias to this day! he is so dear to me, he deserves the world and i hope he had the best day.

thank you for reading, i’d love to know what you think! hope you’re doing well and taking care :)

#nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #johnny suh x reader #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 smau #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 fanfic #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct smau #nct social media au #johnny suh imagines #johnny suh fluff #johnny suh smau

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catboyieejeno · 1 year

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texts ; lee donghyuck (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵)✧

pictures bf! hyuck sends you of himself

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ

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multifandomslxt · 1 month

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Quiet Rage

MDNI

MINORS GO AWAY

Pairing: bsf!Johnny x reader

Synopsis: You wanted to test a theory and ended up making Johnny "Quiet Rage" Suh pissed all the way off. Surely he wouldn't take it out on you though right? after all, you were his best friend.

WARNING: THIS IS SMUT...arguably one of my dirtiest yet. reader is a little shit and Johnny is the quiet guy in the friend group. Johnny in glasses. Dirty and I mean DIRTY talk. spit, sweat, mentions of bruising skin, drooling, overstimulation, exhibitionism via video call, just dirty stuff alright

A/N: This took forever to get out and I apologize for that. it's exam season and I really wanted this out so I pulled some all-nighters. so I apologize for the grammatical errors and so on. I'm very very nervous about this because I did not expect the teaser to get that much attention. but anyway, enjoyyy. @neoculturecollectives @calibabii21

"I swear, Johnny's into you," your girlfriend claims, and you almost spit out your latte. You shoot her a look, throat burning, and coffee dribbling down your chin. "What the hell makes you say that?"

She rolls her eyes, handing you a napkin. "Come on, babe. The guy gives you that intense stare all the time."

You stare at her in disbelief. "He gives everyone that stare. It's just Johnny."

She grunts in frustration. "Y/n, he calls you 'baby' for crying out loud."

You shrug, trying to play it cool. "So? It's not like it's some romantic declaration."

This scenario is all too familiar, and it annoys you. People always misread Johnny and you, trying to turn your perfectly platonic relationship into something more.

"Alright, if you're so confident, come with me to Jay's party tonight," she challenges.

Your heart sinks.

Jay, aka Jaehyun, is her boyfriend, and you've crossed paths quite a bit. But you already know you can't go.

"He doesn't like you like that, right? So let's settle it, Y/n. Let's end the speculation."

"That's dumb. I don't need to prove anything," you argue. But truth be told, your heart is still doing somersaults. You both know why you won't go, or rather, can't.

Johnny has this strict no-party rule for you. Sounds stupid, but it's his way of keeping you safe. One bad experience with some idiot led to this.

"Come on, just this once, and I'll drop it, promise," she pleads.

"Fine" you reply, already feeling your energy drain.

You find yourselves in what's supposed to be Jay's living room turned dance floor.

"Where's that man?" your friend complains beside you.

You hadn't been paying much attention to her anyway. Tonight, you're on a mission to prove a point. Yep, you're scanning for Johnny.

"Yo, ladies!" A familiar voice greets you from behind.

It's Mark. Awkward, cute, and definitely on some kind of high.

weed probably

"Markieee." you smiled and hugged him.

"Have you seen Jay?" your friend asks, not even bothering to greet Mark.

"In the upstairs bathroom," Mark replies, the thumping bass of the music echoing through the house.

"Thanks, y/n, call me if you need me," she says, her voice almost drowned out by the distant laughter and chatter.

"Okay," you agree, even though you know she's most likely going to be too busy to pick up. With that, she confidently stalks off into the lively chaos to find her man.

You're still hugging Mark throughout that, the music's pulsating rhythm vibrating through your bodies, and neither of you makes a move to release the other.

"Markie, how high are you right now?" you ask, half amused and half concerned, the scent of various substances hanging in the air.

"I'm not high," he insists, his words slightly slurred.

Yep, he's as high as a damn kite. "Alright, let's get you seated," you decide, guiding him through the animated crowd.

You hug him a little tighter to your side as you maneuver through the sea of people, completely unaware that the man you had been scanning for was silently observing you from across the dimly lit room.

Johnny tilts his head ever so slightly, the ambient lights flickering, casting enigmatic shadows on his intense expression as he observes you cradling the nearly unconscious Mark in your arms.

"Yo, Johnny! Where you goin'?" Heachan's voice echoes from the kitchen, where the clinking of glasses and laughter weave through the air.

"You can't bail on me now, man. You promised to try this strain with me," Hexhan pleads, his tone a mix of whining and cajoling.

"Another time," Johnny responds tersely, striding away without a backward glance.

Johnny can't fathom any sober reason for Mark to be draped over you like that.

"And you shouldn't even be here," Johnny muses to himself.

"Y/n," his gruff voice calls out, a single word that carries volumes.

You pivot, finding yourself face to face with your long-time best friend, a man whose relationship with you blurs between suspected boyfriend, occasional fling, or perhaps something more permanent.

His towering figure looms over you like an impending storm, his mouth contorted in a sneer, eyebrows knitted in displeasure. A quick appraisal reveals he's opted for a relaxed ensemble tonight—black hoodie and grey joggers, his signature black rimmed glasses resting on his nose.

"Johnny, I've been looking for you. Where the hell were y--"

"Y/n, have I ever told you that your tits make the best pillows ever? Oh my god," Mark interjects, completely oblivious to Johnny's presence.

In one swift motion, Johnny shoves Mark away, causing him to collide with people behind you.

"Johnny, what the fuck!" you gasp, caught off guard.

"What are you doing here, Y/n? I'm only asking once," Johnny demands, his hand firmly gripping the back of your neck, forcefully pulling you into the shelter of his chest.

"Answer the question."

"I'm here for you," you assert, making no attempt to deceive.

"You could've called me if you missed me so much, baby," he responds, his voice softening, and his eyebrows gradually easing.

"Yeah, I know, but I wanted to have fun too," you argue.

It becomes apparent that you've made the wrong choice as his hand tightens slightly around your neck.

"Have fun at home. No parties. I'm sure I told you that," his voice remains calm, but the increasing pressure on the back of your neck contradicts his demeanor.

"Go home. Now," he states, leaving no room for argument.

For a moment, your body twitches as if to comply, but it seems you're on a defiant streak tonight.

"No. I'll stay and have fun. I've seen you now, so I'll just go look for the others and enjoy myself," you declare.

He stares at you, a blank facial expression revealing nothing.

"Y/n, baby, go home," he says softly.

Successfully prying yourself from his grip, you retort, "No."

You stalk off, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room, hands straight by his sides, and his gaze unwaveringly black yet watchful.

As you navigate through the crowd, encounter familiar faces here and there.

You find yourself on your umpteenth shot of tequila when, unexpectedly, you're invited to a game of truth or dare, courtesy of Haechan.

Johnny is nowhere to be found, and the absence begins to stir a sense of worry and nervousness within you.

The game had unfolded over an extended period, leaving your mind increasingly hazy with each passing moment. Holding your liquor was never your forte.

You observed as the bottle spun and twirled before ultimately settling on the guy positioned beside you.

"dare" the guy simply said.

"I dare you to kiss y/n," Haechan's slurred yet mischievous voice announced.

As Haechan proclaimed his dare, Johnny ambled into the room, seemingly oblivious to your presence, it left you feeling bothered and angry.

Fine, you mused, if he's going to act that way.

Perhaps it was the influence of the alcohol coursing through your system or some other inscrutable force, but you found yourself impulsively lunging towards the guy next to you. Teeth clashed in a messy, audacious kiss, and, fueled by the audacity of the dare, you dared to explore further by delving your tongue into his mouth.

A cheer erupted from the onlookers, making your heart swell.

Basking in the attention, you pushed the boundaries, only to be abruptly seized by the neck for the second time that night, this time by none other than Johnny himself.

Without hesitation, he mused, "Go to the car and sit. I'll be there soon."

"But, Joh—"

"Go. To. The. Car, Y/n, and shut your fucking mouth. I said I'll be there soon," he asserted, his words punctuated through gritted teeth.

The last ten minutes had passed in utter silence as both of you sat in the car.

When Johnny finally slid into the driver's seat, his gaze never once met yours. Without a word, he started the car and left the party, only sparing you attention when he needed to secure your seatbelt.

The oppressive silence weighed on you.

"That was a fun game, wasn't it?" you ventured, attempting to break the tension.

Silence persisted.

"I bet Haechan has a video of it. Probably gonna send it to the group later," you added, attempting to inject a touch of levity into the atmosphere, though your laughter carried an undercurrent of awkwardness.

"Quit playing with me." He bites back, completely unamused by your attempt at a joke.

Your body stills as you stare wide-eyed at the man beside you. You didn't expect that from him. He wasn't the type to be so aggressive, especially with you.

"I didn't mean for that to happen, John." You said weakly. He had to understand, you were just trying to get his attention.

"But it did y/n and now I'm gonna have to show you what happens when you don't fucking listen" He rages quietly, eyes still on the road ahead.

It was always quiet with him.

little did you know.

To the untrained eye, he seemed cool and collected. But, you could tell he wasn't quite there. Maybe it was the way he squeezed the life out of the steering wheel or how he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw. Or, you know, the massive tent in his pants…

either way, you knew

somehow, you managed to piss off Johnny Suh.

"I suggest you start thinking of a way to apologize because you have no fucking idea what I have planned for you." He momentarily looks at you just long enough for you to see the dangerous glint in his eyes

Arriving at Johnny's apartment, you found yourself comfortably settled on his couch while he busied himself in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water for you. Since his remark on the way here, a palpable silence hung in the air.

As he approached you with the glass of water, he broke the silence, "Thought of a way to apologize yet?"

You glanced up at him from your spot on the couch. "I'm sorry. I should've listened to you," you managed to utter, your gaze dropping to the floor, a strange sense of shame washing over you.

He snorted in response, "That's all you came up with, Y/n?"

Meeting his disappointed gaze, you took a deep breath. "I should've known better," you added quietly.

He sighed, handing you the glass of water. "Drink."

Taking the glass from his hands, you started sipping as he watched you in silence. Then, without breaking eye contact, he nonchalantly remarked, "I'm going to fuck some sense into you and then fuck it out of you."

You choked on your water, hastily wiping at your mouth as you stared at him in disbelief.

"Your apology wasn't going to satisfy me anyway. I made up my mind when you said no the first time," he asserted, his tone casual yet loaded with an underlying intensity that left you flustered and strangely intrigued.

"And what if I don't want it." You daringly ask.

you knew you did.

The way he was watching you made that clear as day.

"Then say no." He shrugs

"Now finish the drink and head upstairs when you're done."he adds

and you did exactly that.

Johnny was a man. You knew that, he knew that, and the whole world knew that. But sometimes, it felt like you didn't always keep that obvious characteristic at the forefront of your mind, as you should have.

Entering the room, nothing struck you as special. It was the same as always: his bed in the middle of the space, surrounded by walls adorned with retro posters and pictures he had taken over the years with friends, family, and you. Despite the numerous times you had visited his home, particularly his room, it didn't feel as intimate as it did now, and for some reason, that excited you.

As you let your gaze wander, movement from the door pulled you out of your thoughts, and you turned your focus to a strangely quiet Johnny.

You both stood in silence, staring at each other for what felt like long, drawn-out minutes.

"I didn't think I'd have to tell you to strip, y/n," he said seriosusly.

You hiccup, startled. "E-excuse me?"

He stepped closer to you. "Fucking strip."

Your heart hammered in your chest at the complete unfamiliarity of the situation.

"John, you can't be seri—"

His hands fisted in your hair, causing you to tilt your head up, meeting his hard gaze. "Strip. I won't ask again. You're always free to leave, y/n, but you and I both know you don't want to."

"move your hand"

you twist and turn writhing your body all over his bed, hand trying to stop his fingers from fucking into you.

"Johnny, please! I said i was sorry " you scream as tears line your eyes

"I said move your fucking hand" he grabs your writs and pins the above your head

his fingers pummeling into you repeatedly. long and thick. you felt like you could feel all the ridges and callouses on them. all the fucking veins. it was torture.

SQUELCH SQUELCH

you try to squeeze your thighs together only for him to pry them back open almost immediately.

it was almost embarrassing just how wet you were really

"God. Fuck you're all over my sheets baby hmm" he moans his eyes never leaving your pussy.

almost.

that did it for you though

"Johnny, Johnny m'cumming"

“not yet baby”

you couldn't hold it

“Y/n, I said not yet” his actions contradicted his words as his fingers curled rubbing against your g spot

your body involuntarily shoots up off the bed as your lower abdomen contracts

"I can't hold it."

You cum with a high-pitched scream. Squirting all over Johnny's hand before lifelessly falling back on the bed.

you’re trying to get your breathing under control when you hear Johnny’s displeased voice

"you don't fucking listen do you"

fingers still in you, he manages to add even more pleasure relentlessly pumping into you

your legs start trembling from the intense pressure building in your abdomen once again.

Your scream is ear piercing as you cum for the fourth time

fifth...

you don't even know.

gosh, He hadn't even fucked you yet

you didn't even realize the drool running down your chin. eyes rolled back and lashes fluttering, your skin gleaming with sweat and thighs trembling. Your chest heaved as you breathed hard still coming down from your high.

In Johnny's eyes, you looked so fucked out and so fucking pretty.

He knew his version of foreplay was intense but he also knew he took it a bit further just for you.

his stubborn girl. He loved it but you needed to be taught a lesson.

with your mouth wide agape, he takes the opportunity of your oblivious state and shoves his middle and index finger down your throat causing you to gag.

"taste yourself...that's right baby suck my fingers clean" He coos as your mouth clings to his fingers.

when satisfied he pulls his away

"knees" is all he says.

you mumble uncoherent words trying to tell him you can't get up but it seems he is already way ahead of you helping you get comfortable in your position on the floor.

He begins to pull his sweatpants down revealing his erection fighting against the fabric of his black underwear. he wastes no time in pulling his cock out and you almost drool.

so harsh but so fucking pretty.

big and veiny with the prettiest pink tip. No wonder the foreplay was so intense. there was no way he was gonna fit without stretching you that much.

You look up at him with hopeful eyes. you wanted him in your mouth so fucking bad your pussy actually ached.

"So cute," he spits in the palm of his hand before bringing it down to stroke his cock.

"open and suck" He states.

Wasting no time your hands replace his and you begin to pump his pretty cock. you lick from the base of his pretty cock to the even prettier pink tip teasing him just a little with small kitten licks

"no teasing" he warns.

But of course, you don't listen continuing to push him over the edge with those kitten licks. even having the audacity to maintain eye contact while doing it.

You see the way his jaw clenches as he loses his patience and grabs the back of your head thrusting and forcing his cock to hit the back of your throat.

Your eyes widen and begin to water as you start to harshly breathe through your nose.

Gagging multiple times as he continues to relentlessly fuck your mouth

"no teasing and you continue to fucking tease huh? who's fucking in charge here y/n? Who's fucking cock's fucking your pretty mouth?"

not being able to speak you hum around his cock watching as his gaze becomes more sadistic by the second.

"Ah fuck, you're gonna make me cum like this baby?" you hum in response causing him to groan from the vibrations

"Ah, shit"

You watch his expression contort into a pained one before he somehow manages to make his cock hit even further than the back of your throat and cums in your mouth.

"Dont waste it, baby, swallow for me" he says airly

you swallowed his mouth full of cum. loving the pleasantly salty taste.

you wheezed and choked so overwhelmed with just how rough Johnny really was.

Where was this side of him hiding?

holy fuck

"your mouth, keep it open," he grumbles still heaving firm his previous orgasm.

you open your mouth a gain forming an 'O' shape and surprise takes you as he spits in your mouth before lightly slapping you across the face.

your hair was all over the place and your entire face was decorated with a mixture of precum, smudged makeup, tears, snot, and sweat

"Atta Girl." he praises you.

He helps you to your feet before giving you a quick peck on your lips

"turn around and bend over. Yeah just like that... spread your legs for me"

you used the bed as support as you got into the desired position.

he wastes no time thrusting his cock into you rough and hard.

the sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your pussy around him cause your knees to buckle as you threaten to lose your stance.

You were gonna cum soon.

feeling your swaying form, he grabs your neck pulling you into him as your back meets his chest

"don't you fucking dare" he threatens.

"Ah... please please, please! m'sorry... m'so sorry I won't do it again just please make me cum john, I'll be good I swear" you cry gasping for air between words. soon your sentences jumble into a whole lot of nothing.

he keeps his hand wrapped around your neck as he uses the other to hold your hand behind your back

"no. Cum when I say so. you need to learn to fucking listen."

snapping his hips at a quick pace.

the area around your hips already beginning to bruise from how hard he was holding you.

"t'much please johnny!" You scream as your legs begin to shake for the umpteenth time

"you can fucking take it. This is what you wanted right? To piss me off? Having mark all on you like that?" he says begrudgingly

he grabs your left breast and squeezes your nipple hard enough for your pussy to clench around him

"so damn sensitive" he whispers in awe.

he pulls out and pushes you on the bed. you look back and he's

standing over you with messy hair, dark eyes, and a cock so erect it slapped against his stomach with the slightest movement.

"get on your back and spread your legs" he says pulling your legs to the edge of the bed .

You flip over and he immediately fucks into you even harder than before.

once again your hands flay erratically as you scream trying to get away from the aching pleasure that was starting to make you see double.

"look at that baby, " he coos eyes staring at your stomach.

you look down and see his cock bulging in your lower abdomen.

You gasp at the sight

'Johnny please" you whimper not even sure what you are asking for.

"I might just fuck a baby into you. keep you home like a good little wife hmm." he says seriously, eyes still set on the bulging in your lower abdomen.

you clenched around him liking the sound of carrying his children

"you like that huh? " He groans

you nod as tears start to stream down your face.

suddenly he stops thrusting causing you to cry out

"Just gimmie a second baby gotta fix your mistake," he says as he reaches over to his nightstand picking up his phone.

"I'm calling Mark " he says nonchalantly causing your heart to race.

"you're off-limits and they fucking know that but it seems all of you need to be reminded of how things are tonight hm?"

the dial tone blares out before a muffled "hello?" comes through the speaker. Mark.

"watch " Johnny says before he thrusts into you so fucking deep you could taste him

you moan loudly

barley registering the "fucking hell, man" that comes from the phone. That was Haechan

'watch' Johnny had said earlier and you begin to understand that it was a video call.

Mark and Haechan were witnessing Johnny fuck you into oblivion.

"see this? this is my fucking pussy and nobody else can fucking have it." he fucks your relentlessly a familiar feeling building in your stomach.

"j-johnny its t'much"

"nah, you can fucking take it."

"oh, fuck! " you scream into the pillow

"my fucking pussy and she can't give it away ain't that right y/n"

"mhmm" you say not having the strength actually speak.

you cum with a shiver and a whine and even then he didn't stop

still drilling his cock into you

overstimulating you more and more

you try to get away and he never once let his cock leave you.

"tell them how many times you cum tonight." He challenges, knowing full well that you couldn't form a word much less a sentence at the moment.

you mutter random words too fucked out to think

a sharp slap to your face brings you back

"how many fucking times?" he says through clenched teeth

"Alot" you scream.

"good girl" he says before hanging up the phone and throwing it across the room.

"just give me one more" he continues.

you moan as your toes curl from the overwhelming sensations building in your stomach

with a sharp thrust, you squirt all over Johnny's cock just as he cums inside you.

"next time you do that shit I’ll fuck you right in front of them instead of over the phone."

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years

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day 5 - size kink

nct 1.4k words female reader insert Reader x Johnny Suh NSFW

🖤 warnings: johnny suh is very annoying but he has an undeniably big dick, friends to lovers scenario, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, a bit of a pain kink 🖤

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"Oh, no, I'll get it."

He's such an ass.

You love Johnny, don't get it twisted. He's a great friend, a ride or die, an equal opportunity drinking buddy and museum date and wingman. Not the kind of guy you ever thought you'd be friends with, but he's such a feature in your life now, you can't remember what you did before you had him to hang out with at all hours.

Except when he's like this.

"I can reach," you dismiss.

"But it's so much easier for me," he says coolly.

He reaches over your head to grab the bottle on the top shelf of your kitchen cabinet, easily, barely stretching, and holds it out to you with the worst self-satisfied look on his face.

You're not that short. You're really not, it's just that Johnny is so fucking tall. He swears he's only six-foot, but that's impossible. Six-two, you'd guess, or more.

He's just big. Overall. Especially when he's interested in bulking up, like he is now, no hint of the tall and lanky frame he'd had up until just a few years ago (and that he quickly returns to having in the occasional months when work takes over his mind and he neglects the gym and the protein powder). At times like this, he's tall, he's broad, and you can tell just from how he carries himself that he's more aware than ever of just how big he is.

For a guy who likes to slouch and shrink and practically lay down in every chair, he's just big.

"Did I ask for your help?" you snark.

"You didn't need to," he replies. "I have to use my powers for good."

"Busybody."

"I just wanna take care of you," he coos, ruffling the top of your head.

You shove him away. "Like I said, didn't ask."

The tiny kitchen in your apartment is small enough that you're constantly bumping into Johnny if he comes over to cook with you, but now he's getting into your space on purpose. You can tell, by the way he's reaching over your shoulder to grab utensils, looming behind you to watch the dish in the pot you're finishing up. You shouldn't have reacted so much. Giving him a reaction only eggs him on more, because he's the worst.

It's just Johnny, boxing you in to piss you off, but a feeling that you've never wanted to associate with Johnny is brewing every time he draws too close.

You're not really short, but that's not to say that you don't like feeling short. Small. Easy to toss around, easy to-

"'Scuse me," Johnny says, not apologetic at all, as he reaches for the cupboard again.

Annoyed, you turn around to push him again, but he's so close that you've essentially turned yourself right into his arms, your face nearly meeting his chest. His face is right above you as he reaches upward, and he smirks.

There's no ulterior motive, you can tell. He's just trying to bother you, pushing your buttons about being smaller than him and unable to reach some shelves in your own kitchen. Johnny is your friend, one of your best friends, and there's no way he's doing this on purpose.

But that doesn't change the fact that you are just the tiniest bit undeniably turned on. A tiny bit.

Or more than that. Maybe a lot more than that.

It's not that it's Johnny, you tell yourself. It's that he's so much bigger than you. That fact itself is punching you in the feral brain, making you react as if this is a real person and not Johnny. He leans down farther, looking just a bit confused. You're probably making an audacious face.

"Something wrong?" he asks.

You can practically feel his voice vibrating up from his chest. Oh, this is bad.

"No," you say, entirely unconvincing.

Johnny huffs out a laugh and backs off slightly, reaching to turn off the stove burner. He can reach it from here. This is so bad.

"Cuz you look like you're gonna be sick," he says, obviously amused.

"It's just hot in here," you lie.

"No, it's not. I'm chilly, actually," Johnny says, edging closer to you again. "Gotta share body heat."

"Johnny!"

He's pressing you against the counter, now, stretching to his full height. You can't help but feel bad, guilty even, about the arousal pealing through you, since he's so obviously just being a pain, just messing around-

Until he shifts, just a little, and you feel it.

He's hard. He likes this just as much as you do. Oh, no-

You freeze. His eyes blow wide.

And he backs up for real, draws away quickly. "Sorry. I know you don't like being called short, I got carried away-"

"I do like it," you say, mouth moving faster than your good sense, scrabbling for his arm to drag him close again. "I like it when - sometimes if I-"

He cuts you off. "Are you gonna kick my ass if I kiss you?"

It's a valid question, because he's drunkenly kissed you without permission maybe twice and both times you smacked him so hard that it left a mark, but things are different, here.

"Nope."

"Good."

Kissing Johnny is a strange experience, but you don't hate it. His lips are hesitant, but his hands are eager, exploring your waist, your hips, straying to grope your ass so quickly that you wonder how long he's wanted to do it.

"Horny bastard," you mutter.

"Could say the same thing about you," he replies.

He's got a loose grip at the back of your neck, and you shudder realizing how much of your skin he can cover with just one splayed hand. He notices, too, if the way he tightens up his hold is any indication. You're foggy with arousal, looking up, up at Johnny, thinking about what more he could do for you, what it would be like to only be able to see and hear and feel him...

"You really like this," he muses, obviously thinking hard despite the circumstances. "If your thing is tall guys, what about that last one you dated, the one-"

"It's not just about height," you say. "Big guys, sure, but also big-"

"Oh, you're covered, then," he interrupts.

Typical Johnny. Such an ass.

"Impress me," you quip.

He's hauling you toward the bedroom faster than you can react. You'd never seen yourself as particularly easy to haul or carry or anything of the sort, but Johnny's apparently got the height and the muscle to do just that, maneuvering you easily into your equally-tiny bedroom and depositing you on your bed.

There's no hesitation as Johnny presses you up the bed until you're laying comfortably in your pillows, with him looming above you. He probably assumes - correctly - that you'd stop him if you didn't like something.

But you have no intention of stopping him.

He shucks off his shirt, and there's just so much of him, planes of tanned skin and muscle. He makes quick work of your clothes, and the rest of his own. You find out pretty quickly that he wasn't lying about having you covered, intimately - he's big. Proportional to his body, yes, but that means he's simply big.

"I've wanted this for a while," Johnny admits, tracing his hand down your bare side.

"Secretly pining away?" you tease.

He grins, lopsided. "More like, you're cool and hot and I figured this would be fun."

It's not a love confession, but it's almost better. Assurance that this is being done out of fondness and excitement, not some kind of one-sided romantic urge.

"I'm ready for you," you say.

Johnny makes a bit of a face, reaching down to tentatively swipe his fingers through your wetness, which, like you'd just fucking said, is plenty enough for what you want.

"I should probably make sure-"

"I like it if you just..." you gesture, embarrassed, unsure how to say nicely what you mean, "It's...it's okay if it hurts, a little."

You like to really feel that first push in, is what you mean. What fun is fucking someone with an objectively huge cock if you don't even get stretched out on it to the point of a little pain, sometimes?

He seems to understand without you saying all of that, though, grinning down at you darkly and lining himself up. "Tell me if you need me to stop."

"Get on with it - Jesus-"

He always has to get the last word in, even indirectly like this, as you cut yourself off with a hissed breath as he begins easing his way in. Just the first stretch of his tip is heavenly, exactly what you want, a bit of a delicious burn.

You know you're in for it when Johnny smiles for real. He knows what he's doing, the stupid prick.

"How's a little thing like you gonna handle me?"

#kinktober 2022 #kpop kinktober #nct johnny fanfic #nct johnny smut #johnny suh fanfic #johnny suh smut #nct fanfic #nct smut #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 smut

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OPPOSITES ATTRACT — P.JS

SYNOPSIS; in which Debonair Institute’s popular and bubbly girl Kang Heejin finds herself attracted to shy nerd Park Jisung.

GENRE; smau + written, fluff, humor, s2l, college au, non-idol au

CW; cursing, mentions of drugs, kys jokes [ more tbd ]

SALMA’S NOTES; the impulsive thoughts took over. anyway i’m excited for this!! pls like + rblog for the algorithm <3

TAGLIST; @mellowdyverse [ status : open, send an ask / comment to be added. ]

PROFILES; bimbo club | jisung protection group

CHAPTERS; O1, O2, O3, O4, O4.5, O5, O6, O7, O8, O9, 1O [ more tba ]

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taetr4ck · 1 month

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PLEASE MAKE MORE NCT 127 TEXTS AS RANDOM ASS JOBS 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

NCT 127 AS YOUR UBER DRIVER TEXTS !

uber driver!nct 127 x reader, no warnings — crack. taglist form.

a/n : YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND ANON 🫡 i actually love making these so much these are just so.. unhinged 😭🙏🏻 also ty, mark, and haechan’s aren’t mine! (at some parts lol)

taglist : @soul-is-a-strange-kid @haechansbbg @bath1lda @k-labels

⋆ taetr4ck, est may 2023. / requests open

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marksmelodies · 5 months

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hiii!! not sure if you’re taking request but if you are could you please make a 127 version of your “nct dream reactions to finding out you’re fwb/ secretly dating another member” ! i really loved your dream version and would love to read a 127 version (≧◡≦) thank you in advance ♡︎

hii thank you so much for requesting!! i am currently taking requests!!

i hope you enjoy!!

nct127 reactions to finding out you’re fwb/ secretly dating another member

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nct127 x fem reader

warnings: suggestive, sexual activity, oral (fem receiving) cussing,slight mentions of drugs

minors dni

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taeil

the members sit around in the practice room debating on where to eat

“ yo let’s just order food” doyoung says as the group continues to discuss their food options

taeil then looks at his phone immediately getting up and getting his things ready to leave

“ hyung you’re not eating with us?” haechan asks

“ n-no i have somewhere to be” taeil stutters

“ where are you going?” doyoung asks but before he could finish his sentence taeil is out the door

quickly washing up and putting on a nice outfit he heads over to your place as you two go to the restaurant that you and him had planned on going

“ hello, do you have a reservation with us?” the host asked as jazz music played softly in the background

“ yeah it should be under moon taeil”

the host types his name into the computer as she furrows her brows

“ um sir, i have a reservation for the same time next week but nothing is coming up for today” the host says

you look at taeil as he stands there confused

“ what? i swear i made a reservation for tonight” he pulls out his phone to verify

“ oh my god i accidentally scheduled it for next week” he sighs as his shoulders slump

“ i’m sorry sir but we are all booked out for right now, if you give me your phone number i can call you if any reservations get cancelled but there’s a waiting list on that as well” the host explains

taeil felt defeated, he knew how much you wanted to eat at this restaurant, you had been talking about it for weeks

he looks to you as if he’s asking what you want to do

“ that’s alright, it’s no problem we’ll go somewhere else, you can cancel the reservation for next week too please, have a good night ” you say politely

taeil follows you out of the restaurant moping

“ babe i’m so sorry, i made that reservation after practice last week, i so tired i was out of it” taeil tries to apologize

“ awe taeil don’t feel bad it’s okay, honestly that place looked too fancy for me. what would you like to eat? i don’t mind at this point anything sounds good to me” you laugh

you’re always such a good sport in every situation, that’s one thing taeil loves so much about you, he can see right through you though, the restaurant wasn’t “too fancy” for you, you said that just to make him feel better.

“ let’s keep walking and see what else is around here” he suggests

and that’s how you ended up at a family owned korean barbecue place

sitting down at the table both of you already knowing what you want since you’ve been there more times than you can count

“ i’m sorry babe really”

“ taeil sweetheart it’s okay i swear ”

“ i’ll make it up to you tonight” he winks

“ oh come on don’t be all suggestive in the middle of a k- barbecue place please” you laugh

the food quickly arrives as you both start eating, conversations quickly become silent due to the both of you focusing so heavily on the food in front of you

hearing the front door chime neither of you notice that a mark, haechan, johnny, taeyong and doyoung walk through the door

“ holy shit is that taeil and y/n” mark says

“ dude shut up” johnny smacks his arm

spying on the two of you they see you laughing at him as you use your napkin to wipe sauce off his face before quickly kissing his lips

“ no way” the members gasp before shuffling one by one out the door

“ dude they’re on a date” mark says

“ yeah no shit” johnny replies

haechan laughs as he seems to be typing something on this phone and then putting in his back pocket walking away from the restaurant window

everyone’s phone buzzes moments later as they open the message sent to the group chat

a picture capturing you and taeils kiss that had just happened in the restaurant was sent with a message underneath stating “ you two have something to tell us?”

you and taeil pick up your phones at the same time before you eyes widen at the message

“ how did he even-” you begin to say

“ man i get any privacy around here” taeil laughs slightly

“ we have stalkers and their name is lee donghyuck” you roll your eyes laughing

johnny:

the last time you had talked to johnny was moments ago ending with him saying he was on his way home from practice, quickly you drove over to his place, putting on the lingerie set he bought you last week, setting up your sex playlist to the bluetooth speaker and dimming the lights while some candles around the room burn

you wanted to do something nice for johnny due to how hard he has been working with comeback and promotions, you’ve noticed his mood was more drained than usual this week , so you being the amazing girlfriend you are, you decided to do something special for him tonight

as you hear the door open you situate yourself on his bed, laying in a very revealing position there wasn’t much left to the imagination with the lingerie set you had on

swinging the door open a sweaty jaehyun appeared in the doorway

both taking a second to realize what’s happening you quickly scream pulling a blanket over yourself

“ holy shit..fuck, i’m so sorry” jaehyun yells covering his eyes trying to find the doorknob before practically running out of the room

it doesn’t take long for johnny to come into the room after hearing the commotion

“ y/n what is goi-” johnny stops mid sentence putting two into together

“ oh my god” he can’t help but laugh at your mortified state

“ john stop laughing, my pussy was quite literally in jaehyuns face” you shove your face into the pillow

he catches his breath before opening his mouth again

“ at least it wasn’t mark, he would’ve cum in his pants right then and there”

you shove him off of you as he tries to pull you into a hug

“ i’m never surprising you again” you say as your face remains red

after putting on decent clothes you go out to the living room meeting face to face with jaehyun who is sitting at the kitchen table

“ i’m so sorry” you say

“ no i’m sorry” he laughs it off

“ ouuu your eyes are so red” johnny laughs pointing to jaehyuns ears

“ dude can you blame me, i just saw a naked woman right in front of me”

“ my naked woman” johnny kisses your lips

“ when the fuck did you two get together and why was i not informed?” jaehyun asks

“ i mean technically we’re not together” you say

“ yet” johnny adds

jaehyun rests his head in his arms before looking up at the two of you

“ im sorry i ruined your sex plans, never would i think to be the one cockblocking” jaehyun gets up as he heads to the front door

“ no one speaks a word of what happened” he says as you and johnny agree

“ wait what happened?” johnny says trying to be funny

jaehyun scoffs before walking out of the door leaving you and johnny alone at last

“ well that was fun” johnny lightens the mood

by the look on your face he can tell you were genuinely upset

“ hey it’s okay, i’m sorry this happened baby but i had no idea you would be here especially basically naked” he coos

you look to the ground

“ i just wanted to do something special for you since you’ve been working really hard”

“ let’s do a redo okay?” he says before letting you scurry back to the bedroom as he walks out of his apartment waiting to walk right back through the door on your command

taeyong:

you haven’t heard much from taeyong today, he must have been super busy with work, that was until a “ you up?” text message popped up on your screen

you knew exactly what that meant

and as much as you wanted to deny it, you wanted it too

answering him quickly he tells you to join him in the studio

getting ready didn’t take long considering the clothes you wore to his studio were going to get stripped off of you in the matter of seconds once you got there.

and you were right

walking through the door you saw taeyong his headphones on nodding his head to the beat of the music

walking behind him you placed your hands on his shoulders causing him to slightly jump

“ geez you scared me, at least text me letting me know you’re here” he says

“ sorry i didn’t think about it” you pout

“ oh don’t pout sweet girl i was only joking” he stands up giving you a big hug

he sits down in his hair again but this time pulling you into his lap along with him

it doesn’t take long for you both to become touchy with each other, you kissed his neck as he moves his hands up and down your back

slightly grinding into his clothed cock he begins to whine

taeyong pulls your face up to look at him before he smashes his lips onto yours

“ tae i need you” you plead

he stands up placing you onto the desk before taking your shirt off while sucking on your tits

“ oh my god” you moan as he flips your skirt up moving your underwear to the side and entering his fingers into your pussy

through your loud moans you couldn’t hear anything else around you

not even the door opening as johnny stands there in the doorway

“ jesus christ where’s the decorum” johnny says gaining both of your attention

you quickly scramble off of eachother pulling your shirt and skirt down

“ since when were you two fucking” johnny asks

“ for a while man, what do you need?” taeyong

johnny stands there a second before answering

“ honestly i dont remember, continue whatever your doing i guess but next time for the love of god.. lock the door” he says before leaving

yuta:

the night was getting later and later as the music played and the members all drunkenly sang along to it

you were hanging out with the members as you usually do, perks of being johnnys best friend

but tonight everyone had way too much to drink and no one’s thoughts were clear

“ let’s play a game” jungwoo suggests

everyone agreed on two truths and a lie

everyone expect yuta.

at first the topics were lame, things such as blacking out before and smoking weed were mentioned but as the game progressed things became a lot more interesting

“ okay umm, i once threw up in johnnys shoe because i was so drunk, i almost accidentally posted a video of me jerking off on bubble and i hooked up with y/n before” haechan says

you immediately looked to haechan and then to yuta

“ oh come on man that’s so easy, we all know you didn’t fuck y/n” mark says

everyone agrees with mark

“ okay fine you’re right that didn’t happen but shit i wish it would’ve” haechan says slurring his words

you can tell that yuta wants nothing more than to bash haechans head in right now

you look to yuta giving him “ it’s okay calm down” look

“ dude i know like she’s so fine” taeyong agrees with haechan

“ i bet her pussy is just as pretty as she is” jaehyun says as he palms the boner in his pants that had occurred due to the topic of you

yutas face is red with anger as he tries his best not to say anything but as he notices all of their hungry eyes on you and jaehyun nearly stroking his clothed dick at the thought of fucking you made yuta snap

“ you guys realize she’s right here, she can hear everything you guys saying, you don’t think that’s completely disgusting” yuta stands up

“ yuta stop” you say trying to calm him down

“ no” he pulls his arm away from you

“the fact that you all can sit here and say those things about my girlfriend when i’m right here is fucking disrespectful, you’re lucky if i don’t beat the shit out of you”

the room goes silent

“ girlfriend?” haechan says completely out of it

“ bro we didn’t know you were dating” jaehyun defends

“ it doesn’t fucking matter whether we are or not it’s so wrong in so many ways to sit here and sexualize her like that” yuta gets up and walks out the front door

you run chasing after him

finally catching up with him you pull his arm so he is facing you

wrapping your arms around him you give him a hug before kissing his lips

“ thank you for doing that babe, really i love you so much” you say

“ you shouldn’t thank me, i didn’t do that just because im your boyfriend you know, i would’ve done it either way”

“ i know, but im grateful for you sticking up for me, i know they’re just drunk and horny but you’re right it doesn’t feel good to be talked about like an object” you place your head into his chest

“ don’t worry about me exposing our relationship, none of them will remember anything from tonight” he says raking his hands through your hair”

“ i don’t care anymore i want everyone to know that we’re together” you say looking up to him

he kisses your lips once more “ lets go back inside im sure they’re all passed out by now” he says leading you back into the dorm

doyoung:

“ does anyone know where my game controller went” haechan shouts as he looks all over the dorms

“ i dont know the last time you had it was when we played with doyoung in his room” marks says

haechan makes his way to doyoungs room, he knew it was wrong to look through doyoung stuff but he really needed his game controller

looking through some of the drawers he still hasn’t found it

pulling out another drawer haechan notices something, amongst the boxers taking up space in the drawer there was a pink lace thong sitting in it as well

“ what the fuck” haechan says closing the drawer

opening up the next one which he had to pull extra hard on for it to open sits a bunch of polaroid pictures, haechan can’t help but pick the pictures up

the imagines showed you sprawled out on his bed naked

haechans eyes widen as he realize that it is you in the photos

“ he’s fucking y/n?”

haechan closes the drawer before leaving the room

as he exits doyoung room he meets face to face with you

“ y/n um hi, what are you doing here” haechan turns bright red

“ i’m here to return this” you say handing him his controller “ i accidentally grabbed yours instead of mine” you laugh

“ oh thanks i was just looking for it in doyoungs room” he says

looking down at the obvious tent in his pants

his eyes widen looking back to you as you can’t help but laugh at the poor boys state

“ im guessing you opened a certain one of doyoungs drawers” you say

his face becomes red as he scratches the back of his neck

“ i was just looking for the controller” he stutters

“ it’s okay hyuck don’t be embarrassed, i told him to put a lock on it or something, how about we don’t tell anyone about this though huh? it’s our little secret” you say

“ yeah um of course” he replies

before haechan could go back to his room doyoung walks through the door

“ hey y/n” he says leaving soft lingering touches on your body

usually this would go unnoticed by haechan but after what he found out today he was picking up on all the little signs

“ what’s wrong with you, you look like you saw a ghost” doyoung asks haechan as they stand in the hallway

“ oh um. nothing..” haechan says pushing past you both to return to his room

“ he looked nervous” doyoung says looking to you

“ i don’t know maybe he saw something he shouldn’t have” you mumble

“ huh” doyoung furrows his eyebrows not hearing what you said

“ oh i said it’s probably nothing, let’s go lay down” you say smirking as you pull him into his room

jaehyun:

jaehyun had just come back from tour but with the members constantly being home there was no way for you two to have any alone time, it was torture for the both of you to be in a room together and not be able to fuck.. let alone look at each other for too long but today the members all had solo schedules so jaehyun took that as his time to spend alone with you

“ where is everyone” you ask as you walk into dorm

“ they’re still out doing schedules, mine ended earlier than everyone else’s” he said

you walk past him putting your belongings in his room before he follows you like a lost puppy

“ baby you’re really not going to give me a kiss” he pouts

you and jaehyun never used to get along, although being close with most of the members you and jaehyun seemed to clash heads more than anyone else

you both fought a lot and would act very petty towards each other often times whispering things under your breath to each other but loud enough for everyone to hear

as time went on you both realized that you didn’t hate each other in fact it was the complete opposite, maybe it was the immense sexual tension between you two that made you act bratty towards one another but you soon realized that instead your so called hate turned into lust and that lust eventually turned into love

as you both got deeper into your “ situationship” you realized there were real feelings involved and so did he

you love jaehyun and jaehyun loves you

it was something that you both weren’t shy to open up about with each other

that’s how you two ended up confessing to each other one night a few months ago which led to a relationship that was kept a secret from everyone, for now just enjoying each other company with no one involved in your business

“ oh my poor boy” you walk up to him giving him a big hug and kiss

you spent most of evening watching movies together and simply enjoying being in eachothers arms

“i’m getting something to drink” you declare walking into the kitchen as jaehyun follows you

grabbing a cup from the cabinet you fill it water before chugging it

“ damn babe you were thirsty” he smerks

you give him a weird look as you place your cup into the sink

“ im thirsty too but not for water” he whispers kissing on your neck

turning you around he smashes his lips onto yours

feeling yourself getting wet at his actions you moan into the kiss

jaehyun picks you up placing you on the edge of the kitchen counter

standing in between your legs he flips your shirt up and pulling your bra down latching his lips onto your tits

trailing kisses down your body, leaving marks where no one else would see them he stops at your heat

kissing you clothed pussy he takes your shorts off along with your underwear

spreading your legs he kneels down pulling you closer to his face so that your pussy is eye level to him

leaving soft kisses and marks on the inside of your thighs before licking a stripe down your heat

completely diving into your pussy causing you to let out a loud moan

he chuckles in between your legs sending vibrations throughout your entire body

sucking on your clit you grab onto his hair arching your back

“ fuck jaehyun it feels so good” you moan

being caught up in the moment you didn’t hear the key turning in the door, as the door opens a loud voice echoed the wall

“ yo what the fuck” mark says turning around

you and jaehyun separate immediately gathering your clothes before putting them on once you are decent mark turns back around staring at the two of you, his face is bright red

“ really man on the kitchen counter, i made my breakfast there this morning” mark groans in annoyance

jaehyun can’t help but laugh

“ im so confused dude, i thought you hated eachother why did i just walk in on you devouring her” mark asks

“ i dont know man i was hungry” jaehyun cracks a joke, mark stares at him straight faced

jaehyun lets out a sigh

“ we’re dating” you spit out

jaehyun give you a quick glance before backing you up

“ wait a minute, dating in like?” mark tries to wrap his head around what you’re telling him

“ dating as in im his girlfriend and he’s my boyfriend” you explain like you’re talking to a child

“ so you don’t hate each other?”

“ no mark obviously we don’t”

“ so it was just an act?”

“ partly, we didn’t get along the best in the beginning but it was really just us having mad sexual tension, as the two of us closer we realized we just needed to have really good sex with each other and then boom we fell in love”

mark looks to for verification

“ yeah i guess you can say that’s what happened” you chuckle

“ could you not tell anyone about us yet, we don’t exactly want anyone to know we’re a couple at least for right now” you ask mark

“ yeah of course your secret is safe with me, im too tired for this, im glad yall are together now or whatever but if you don’t want anyone else finding out about you two i suggest not eating her out on the kitchen counter, im never touching that damn thing again” mark says walking into his room

“ dont worry ill clean it” jaehyun yells to him

“ come on babe let’s take this too the room” jaehyun picks you up kissing your face all over

jungwoo:

jungwoo had been on tour for a few weeks now, finally getting back to the hotel from their show that they had just preformed

after washing up and ordering food with mark whom he is sharing the room with, jungwoo got ready for bed and eventually fell fast asleep

“y/n” jungwoo moans in his sleep causing mark to stir awake

mark looks to jungwoo confused as he sees his passive state laying his head pack onto the pillow only to lift it up again when jungwoo begins whimpering

at first mark thought jungwoo was having a nightmare until he turned on a dim light seeing jungwoo erection in his pants and strings of moans leaving his mouth along with your name

“ fuck y/n your pussy feels so good baby” he whimpers subconsciously

“ oh you’ve got to be joking, why me” mark sighs debating on if he should wake him or not

mark turned off the light and placed a pillow over his head to drown out the noise

jungwoo began to trust his hips into a pillow he was once innocently holding

jungwoo sprung awake as soon as he felt himself releasing into his boxers

it took a few seconds to realize what was going on

“ oh fuck” jungwoo curses at the mess he made in his pants

getting up he grabs new boxers and shorts out of his suitcase before heading to the bathroom to wash up

mark sits up as jungwoo comes back from the bathroom

“ had a good dream huh” mark smerks

jungwoo just sighs as he lays back down in bed

“ so you and y/n, are fucking” mark asks

junwoo shot up looking at mark

“ huh? what? what makes you say that” jungwoo says frantically

“ oh i don’t know man, maybe because you were moaning her name and saying how good her pussy feels while humping into a pillow” mark laughs

“ shit”

“ hey dude it’s cool, we’ve all had wet dreams before i sure as hell had my fair share of them” mark says

jungwoo takes a deep breath

“ yeah we’re fucking around with eachother, but she doesn’t want anyone to know, she’d kill me if she knew that you found out”

“ don’t worry about i won’t say anything, i’m glad your getting some finally” mark jokes

“ shut up bro” jungwoo throws a pillow at mark

“ oh he’ll nah that’s the pillow you were thrusting” mark shrieks kicking it off the bed

“ goodnight jungwoo, don’t wake me up again with your obnoxious moaning and shit”

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(mark and haechan are in my nct dream ver!)

thank you so much for your request!! i’m so sorry that this took so long my tumblr was glitching for days

( idk why the 127 ver came out so much more smutty than the dream ver lol)

i hope you enjoyed <3

#nct 127 #nct 127 fanfic #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 x y/n #nct fanfic #nct smut #nct fluff #nct x female reader #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct imagines #taeil x reader #johnny x reader #yuta x reader #taeyong x reader #doyoung x reader #jaehyun x reader #jungwoo x reader

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starillusion13 · 3 months

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FOREIGN SWAGGERS

Pairing: Johnny x Jaehyun x Mark x f!reader (ft.Taeyong)

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Enemies to friends to lovers(?) BROTHER’s BEST FRIENDS Au

W/c: 8k

Warnings: mention of drinking, use of sex toys, birth control pills, sex w/o a wrap(don't do it sillies), they all are just horny for each other, four-some, dom!Johnny, dom!Jaehyun, dom!Mark, sub!fem, finger sucking, cum eating, nipple play, hickeys, manhandling, fingering, kissing, crying, afraid of left alone, overstimulation, masturbation, aftercare, comfort, lots of love (let me know what to add more)

Request from: @tazziexbunn (sorry I made you wait for it so long)

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated . Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

Special mention of @acescavern thanks for helping when I was stuck due to writer's block. A true friend indeed.

MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT UNDER THE POST!

Family holidays are meant to be having great bonding times and sharing some good moments with your loved ones. The feelings between the individuals deepens and these become the treasured memories in future. But what exactly are the feelings here? The feelings can be between friends, the couples, children and elders, siblings, colleagues, and so on. Sometimes, you meet some new faces and bond with them if the minds click with each other. But also sometimes, some known faces who seemed to be distant as you tried to ignore them appears.

It's okay until you have some distraction. But what if they are the distraction?

And something like that happened when you were planning holidays with your family. It was a summer break and usually you all plan for a trip to some places where you all are having in mind altogether but this time, your brother’s three friends tagged along.

They are your brother’s childhood friends and you almost have seen them often like the times they stayed back at your house for sleepovers, gaming nights, school projects and assignments. You never tried to be friends with them because it was pretty much obvious that they always tried to ignore you. They hate you.

There is nothing to complain about them hating on you as the feelings is mutual. You haven’t ever appreciated their presence around you. What’s with them always popping out of nowhere in your house. They are your brother’s friends but it’s not like you are even their enemy. They are typically non-existent to you. As if you can’t see them but deep down you are cursing regularly whenever you bump into one of them. They are all so attractive that sometimes you steal glances of them. Of course, oblivion to them.

Well, you all grew up hating each other. Obviously.

The family holidays are always the exciting ones to you and the first one to initiate the plannings for the trip has always been you.

And that time, it was the same with you running down the stairs with your laptop in hand and your brother scolding behind you to be careful because if the laptop breaks, he has to buy you again but it doesn’t matter if you fall down.

What a caring brother!

“Mom…Dad…we are going to this place and that’s final. I have asked you so many times. Please.” You were literally whining while placing your laptop on the center table and crouching down beside it.

Your brother’s laugh echoed the place and you groaned before glaring at him.

“They won’t be agreeing with you. I bet.” He leaned back into the sofa across from you and put his hands behind his head. He poked out his tongue at you like a child.

You swear he has not yet grown up after five.

“It’s more like you don’t agree. You should support me but instead you just have to be the mamas boy in front of mom. You are a loser. Well always looks like one.” You spat at him.

“Yah! Shut up. Have you seen the ladies in my workplace drooling over me. My handsome face and everything I do just makes them delusional. Loser is you, not me.” You wanted to punch off that smug off from his face.

“Yeah sure…that’s why your girlfriend dumped you last week”

“Shut up!”

Both of your glares got smacked away by your mother.

“Why don’t you guys try to behave like your age?” your mother shook her head in disappointment.

“Taeyong has started it. I was just excited for the trip but he has to ruin my mood.” You sulked.

“No mom. I just said the truth and she got mad at me. This angry bird is annoying.”

“What did you just tell me?”

Your mother again smacked both of you and then you were totally shut. She was not scolding you enough and that only meant she was in a good mood and was about to deliver some good news.

you waited to hear whatever she was going to say.

She started off with an old story of school days and you were invested into it. Your laptop was long forgotten and your whole attention was on your mom.

It went with jumping off from one topic to another and finally the most awaited speech of the day from her was delivered. She was very happy in the end of the explanation and you were still contemplating the situation and your brother was already on his feet excitedly.

“No way. You are leaving me and Taeyong to go for vacations alone.” You were in disbelief.

He scoffed, “You are telling it the way as if you dont want to go and I’m going to sell you off.”

“Who knows maybe you can?” You stared back at him.

“That’s true though. Atleast you will be of some use by then.”

Your mother smacked his arm, “Oh you two shut it now and listen to me. As me and your dad are going back to our home-town so you are free to go anywhere as you are grown up adults. But the behaviours don’t really prove it but still you don’t get such opportunities often.”

Taeyong was quick to ask, “Can I go to this vacation with my friends?”

Your mother nodded.

You gulped and hesitantly asked, “That means I can go to L.A.?”

“of course. But on one note, no one should go alone. Wherever you are going, you should go together or you are not allowed. He is going with his friends so Y/n, go with them.” Your mother smiled.

You sighed, “no thanks. I would rather stay at home than going with his friends.”

“Y/n dear…I cant leave you all alone and he can take care of you.”

You stood up and ran to your room. You were annoyed. But with whom? With yourself. It’s not like you didn’t like to go with your brother. You both love each other a lot but his friends are the only problems.

You heard someone knocking at your door but you didn’t reply and then when you heard the creak of the door.

Taeyong placed the laptop on your desk and sat beside you. You looked away and scooted away from him.

“I will not go with my friends. Let’s go together.” He sounded sad.

You shook your head and looked back at him, “no it’s okay. I don’t want to ruin your plans.”

“hey its not like that…if you are uncomfortable with them then we can go alone. Really.” He assured you and you smiled back.

“I’m not uncomfortable or such. I am never been close with them. It’s because I feel like they hate me and they don’t like me around. It will just make me look like an outcast among us.” You pout.

He laughed and ruffled your hairs, earning a groan and hit to his arm.

“they never hate you. More like they always told me I’m lucky that I have a pretty and sweet sister like you. They never talked to you or approached as a friend because of your over protective brother. I didn’t trust those horny teenagers around you.”

You both laughed and somewhere you felt as if you just had contemplated their behaviours in a wrong way. So like them bumping into you was not to annoy you but they wanted to talk to you but your brother was being a barrier back then. is that right? Well, you also never really tried to become friends with them. So there was a lack in efforts from both the sides. What about now?

“Are we and your friends going to L.A.?” you asked.

He nodded and added, “if only you are comfortable.”

“It’s okay as far as they will appreciate me to consider a friend.”

“They will.”

It’s been thirty minutes that you were waiting for your frien—oh wait your brother’s friends.

The loud shout from your brother signalled you that his friends had arrived and so you looked up from your phone and craned your neck to watch where your brother ran to.

His excitement is always on another level when it comes to his friends. He really has some true friends unlike you.

They hugged with each other and then walked to where you were waiting. As soon as they were in front of you, you stood up and greeted them with a little smile on your face. They were hesitant at first but Johnny took the lead to extend his hand to shake hands with you. Wow, it’s the first time in the lifetime, you are standing so near to him and them.

“Hey Y/n…you grew up into a beautiful lady…I haven’t seen you in years after you all moved from the hometown.” Johnny stated with a genuine smile on his face.

Him initiating the conversation was a relief or you would have stuttered or never been able to form any words.

“yeah...it’s really been years. You look…good, Johnny.”

He smiled and nodded to your words.

Good? No, Fucking handsome. You wanted to scream it at his face because you have never seen him in such close up view and honestly your brother’s friends are freaking whole meal. You need to calm down and shut up because you don’t want to make it obvious to them and your brother. You sent him a smile.

Your brother and Johnny left for the check-ins, leaving you with Jaehyun and Mark. You gulped and looked around as you were in a very awkward situation. But you didn’t notice yet, Jaehyun’s gaze was boring holes into you and mark was looking between you and his friend.

“You look pretty...I mean really pretty…wow do I sound desperate? But it’s true.” Mark licked his lips and held your gaze when you looked at him.

A smile cracked on your face and you thanked him.

"you look cool as well."

He was eager to talk to you more and now you knew how friendly he was and it would be comfortable to be around him. When you looked at the other person in your group. He was already staring back at you. He was serious, with no emotions visible on his face and he sucked his cheeks inside.

You gulped in nervousness because the feelings of uneasiness rising up was making you suffocate even when the waiting area was so spacious and huge. You didn't know what was the reason for the uneasiness: him or the flight.

Your brother called you three from afar and you were the first one to almost run to your brother. The eyes of the other two behind you were following you. Mark laughed a bit and the corner of Jaehyun’s lip curled up.

Mark, Jaehyun and you got your seats together and on the other side Johnny, Taeyong and a random boy were having their seats. You told Taeyong to ask Johnny to switch seats with you but he told you that it would be better if you spend time with them and then you could be friends before reaching there.

You pouted and sulked in your seat. You sat in the middle one because mark had already claimed to not sit on the window seat and he hates middle one. Also, you were not a fan of window seats so you chose middle and it would be better because you will have mark’s company. Jaehyun was last to enter and he sat on his seat and closed his eyes.

Was he tired or ignoring you?

You didn’t mind his presence but getting interested in hearing Mark’s passion on rap and dancing. His eyes were shining when he was sharing about his likings and hobbies.

But as soon as you felt the wheels moving on the runway, the feeling of uneasiness returned from earlier. You turned to your front and closed your eyes tightly. Your one hand gripping Mark’s sleeves of his full sleeve t-shirt. And the other hand clutching the armrest. Nails digging deeper. You were feeling nauseous and then something unexpected happened.

“Take deep breaths. You will be fine.” You heard whisper from the side of window seat. A hand entangled with yours and clutching it in a soothing way. Thumbs rubbing your skin to calm down. Another hand patted your other hand which was clutching the sleeves.

Slowly, you parted your eyelids to see Jaehyun leaning towards you in worry and his hands were entangled with yours and Mark was patting your other hand with same worry visible on your face.

And what about your brother? He was busy joking with Johnny. But you didn’t know, he was having the same worry and was in panic, Mark assured him that he would handle it.

he will take care of you.

You breathed through your mouth and gulped. Mark patted your head before he went back to whatever he was doing on his phone.

You looked over to Jaehyun and again he was emotionless. “Thank you.”

As you tried to pull away your hand, he held it tighter. Your gaze fell on his veiny hands, veins visible in those smooth buttery skin. His skin was better than yours. Your eyes were trailing upward slowly and slowly and stopped on his lips, they were so pinkish and kissable. WTF! No no not kissable. You met his eyes.

“You can sleep if you feel sick. I won’t mind but don’t even dare to puke on me.”

“I don’t puke…” you pout.

He scoffed and looked away towards the window and it was night but still he had a sunglass over his head. It was adding to his attractiveness.

He patted his shoulder and you frowned.

“What?”

“Sleep…you are annoying.”

You scoffed. Perfect best-friend of your brother. If he was already mad without doing anything then you would rather sleep and be an annoying burden on his shoulder.

Earlier Mark squeezed your cheeks hard and woke you up from peaceful sleep and so you were mad because Taeyong does the same to annoy you when he wakes you up.

Why all his friends are similar to him?

You were still in sleepy mood and were walking towards the hotel room in a daze.

You got a separate room from them. You were so happy that this time you don’t have to share a room with your brother again. Taeyong and Jaehyun were roommates and Johnny and Mark were in the room across from yours beside the other pair.

It was already afternoon when you reached the hotel so you didn’t have much plan for the day so you guys went off to some individual activities in exploring the place. Taeyong offered you to come along with him and Mark but you assured him that you won’t be wandering too far from the hotel.

As far as the first day, the trip was fine. You really had a great evening with making new friends at record shops. They had same music taste similar like yours. You exchanged your IG ids with those three girls and you were happy since that.

The next day it was totally a siblings day with you two exploring the famous places in L.A. You knew that was the only option to spend a day only with him or other days, he wont be leaving his friends behind. You really did argue, fight, clicking pictures and especially eat a lot. It ended with all five of you having your dinner at a fancy restaurant.

Everything was going well until the fourth day of the trip.

You all went to the beach in front of your hotel and you wore a beach dress. Of course, you would have worn a bikini but somehow Taeyong sternly told you to not wear all those in front of his friends or you were not going. You were mad but still you agreed and trailed behind them. Johnny was talking with you a lot since last night. He was often asking you if you were comfortable or feeling left out but you were quick to wave it off as nothing.

Thinking of last night, you remember how you both spent the night in the terrace of your floor in the hotel.

“Cant sleep?”

You got startled and looked behind to see Johnny in a white t-shirt and sweat pants walking towards you. You shook your head.

“It’s not like that. I am just not that tired.”

He chuckled, “it was such a long day and still you are not tired?”

“Yeah. I usually don’t sleep whenever I go for a vacation and I love to spend time with the new environment.”

He nodded and watched the waves hitting the shore and loud roars of the waters could be heard. It was a refreshing feeling after a long day. His fingers moved up to your face to tug your hairs behind the ears. You both smiled at each other.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

It was an unexpected question but was quick to make you flustered.

“N-no. I don’t.”

“Good.”

“Huh?”

“It’s good that bad boys didn’t got their ways with you…”

“Y/n…Wont you go down into water with us?”

Mark’s voice barely audible due to the loud music. Still, you managed to answer and you shook your head telling him how you didn’t want to soak your pretty sundress. But that was not his intention. As you were looking around. He scooped you from behind and ran with you towards the others.

“Mark…please don’t…I said no..”

“Come on, don’t be a joy-kill.”

With that he threw you into the water but still holding your upper half so that you don’t get hurt for the jump being so sudden.

As soon as you stood up and removed the hairs from your face, you glared at mark jokingly and he laughed it off. His white shirt and shorts were already soaked. Taeyong and Johnny were shirtless with surfboard in their hands, showing off their tattoos. On other side Jaehyun was also shirtless and was recording in his hand-cam.

His cam fixed in your direction and he zoomed in. You stared back at the lens. He smiled at the portrait of yours visible on the screen. His thumb caressed your face. You smiled behind the camera and ‘click’.

Someone splashed water from your side and Johnny was laughing for what he did.

Jaehyun joined in too.

Johnny stifled his laugh and spoke up, “Girls vs Boys.”

“I am the only girl here. This is not fair.” You whined.

Taeyong volunteered to take your side and Johnny teased him, “Oh Y/n look, that man is your girl.”

Taeyong threw some water and tangled his arm around his neck and Jaehyun splashed water at you with Mark taking the both sides for maintaining equal members and that’s how it went on with you all laughing and enjoying with each other in your own world.

Maybe they are not bad as you thought.

Taeyong’s intolerance of alcohol was known by everyone except him. He always insisted that he can handle a lot amount but would definitely pass out after half of the bottle. It was pretty strong. The four friends were having night pool party in the rooftop and it was pretty late and Taeyong suddenly banged his head on the table.

Oh he is wasted. The strong boy is sleeping now.

Jaehyun called you three times to check on you and let you know that they were going down and as earlier Taeyong stated that you asked him to bring a cocktail from the party. So, instead of your brother, he took the responsibility.

Three missed calls and you didn’t pick up. They were sure that before going to sleep. You would let Taeyong know about it but now they were panicked.

Johnny rushed down. He didn’t wait for the elevators and run down the stairs and rest two were bringing Taeyong down to the room.

Where were you?

Johnny knocked on your door. He waited for a response but nothing was audible. Licking his lips, he was about to ring the bell when he heard a faint buzzing sound. He leaned to check his doubt. He was correct.

His hand hovered on the handle and he pushed open it. Again, you didn’t lock the door. But then he might not have got this opportunity.

he entered the room and took a turn.

Your mouth was agape and eyes closed with throaty moans and hands clutching the bedsheet with sprawled across on it. And a pink vibrator was attached to your black panty.

Shamelessly, he was watching you. His pant was getting tight in a particular place and he gulped. He was not even moving but standing still, watching you with hungry eyes. He waited for you to cum. By seeing your desperation, he was sure you were near the climax and he patiently waited in his place in silence. You moaned out Mark’s name when you came undone.

So, you were thinking about him?

He smirked at your exhausted state in just your lingerie. You were panting. If you had wore it at the beach then he could have seen you like this earlier. You look sexy in bikinis and he was getting impatient to tear off the piece of clothes and have you in every way.

The ring of his phone made your eyes shot open and you hurriedly sat up. He picked up the call with holding your gaze. You gulped to see his dark eyes.

Jaehyun was on the call. Johnny’s voice echoed inside the room.

"Come to Y/n's room." He didn't say anything more but chuckled after he cut the call.

Like a predator he walked around the bed and you were sitting in the middle, still fazed by the orgasm. He bent to your side and before you could realize it, he snatched away the remote from your hand.

"What are you doing here?" You asked in a broken voice. He raised his brows and titled his head, "did you say something?"

he had a dominance in his voice.

"You should not be here" you gulped and raised your voice a bit, "if my brother finds out."

"Oh listen darling, your brother won't know what is going to happen and even if your brother finds out, it will be too late."

You heard the door open and shut and sound of the lock. Jaehyun and Mark emerged from the corner of the room.

"Oh dude what are you doing here?" Mark was confused and looking between you and the tall man. "I see our little princess was having her little fun without us." Jaehyun smirked as he noticed the vibrator and the remote in his friend's grasp.

"Shut up. You three. What are you even doing here? Where is Taeyong?"

"He is knocked out halfway through." Mark chuckled.

Johnny paced to the edge of the bed and in front of you. He smirked while scanning your whole body. He has never seen you in such a way and he was amused that you were not even telling them to go out. "Oh Mark. You know, she was calling you earlier."

"Really but why?" Mark was smiling but he was curious.

"Darling, are you telling them or should I do the honor?" Johnny was crouching down in front of you, resting his hand on the edge of the bed and staring at you. "I—I don't know what you are saying."

Johnny chuckled, "oh don't say like you weren't moaning out his name." "What?" You were surprised to know that he heard you. For how long was he there?

"Oh really?...I want to see that." Mark was excited.

Before you could protest, the sound of vibrator earned a gasp from you. You watched how Johnny had a smug look and Jaehyun whispered something into his ear, widening his grin.

You watched in horror that they were exchanging glances and communicating between them. your head fell low and hands clutching the bedsheet tightly and you leaned forward.

The vibration was in low mode and you wanted more. no you needed more. You closed your eyes and focused on the sound and vibration filling you up. The tightening of the knot but still the feeling of emptiness was there because the speed was too low. You panted out. "More...fast please..."

“You are asking for more from your brother’s friends? Won’t you ask us to go?”

You were whining and your hand hovered over the vibrator to rub it against your folds and press it deeper.

Someone held you back. And you cry out. The vibration increased and you leaned backward, throwing your head back on the person's shoulder. The same whispering voice from the plane. "Is it okay now, princess? Don't you dare to do anything. We are here to take care of you."

Your hands were locked by him and his bare chest was against your hot body, earning groans from him. Every little squirm of yours was making him painfully hard. There was a reek of alcohol from them.

You were reaching to the climax and it was very obvious and the way Jaehyun's husky groans filling your ears. You swear you will come soon.

"Are you near?" You nodded.

Jaehyun chuckled into your ears and licked it, "words, princess." "Y—yes Jaehyun...Jo—hhny."

"It's daddy for you." Johnny said in a darker voice. Your back arched and you leaned back to Jaehyun as you were about to get loose but Johnny had some other plans.

You were whimpering, "why? Please daddy...I want to cum."

he turned the vibrator off.

"No. You had your fun earlier and now it's for us to have our turn."

He climbed the bed in front of you and hovered over you. You tried to scoot back and get away from the hold but they held you in place.

"Mark I guess someone is impatient."

Mark nodded on Johnny's statement and watched your watery eyes staring back at Johnny in a frustrated expression.

"I heard she was moaning my name and I really want to see how it's going to be when I literally will fuck her."

"Oh you will. But you can wait for your turn. Let me make my darling taste a bit of my fun." Johnny was using the nickname casually but it was turning you on.

He hooked a finger with your panty and slid it down very slowly. His movements were painfully slow and you couldn't even do anything to get rid of the little piece of clothing faster.

He let it hung at one of your ankles and pushed your legs apart, you were pressing them too tight.

He placed himself between them so that you couldn't close your legs and he dipped a finger inside of your wet folds. You moaned and raised your hips into his hand when he pressed your belly down. "Uh uh you are not getting like this...patience is the key here. Look you are so needy that you didn't attend the party because you were off into your little world."

Mark added, "if she had asked us then we would have had the fun together."

Watching how you were not catching on with the conversation, Johnny curled his finger, keeping the same pace from earlier. When he watched you squeezing his second finger in so easily. He pulled his hand out and pushed it inside your parted lips. "Suck."

You were not needed to say twice and you rolled your tongues around his fingers and licked your juices off.

"Princess is doing so good."

Jaehyun had a cheerful tone and then suddenly Johnny slapped your pussy to get your attention back on him before pulling down his pant. You were so impatient and didn't want him to take longer. Jaehyun unhooked your bra but still your front was covered. His hands caressed your bare back and you shivered to his touch.

Johnny's yellow shirt was unbuttoned and your now freed hands went up to touch the biceps. He chuckled and held your wrist to guide you through his muscles. You were so distracted when he suddenly entered you. You cried out because of the size and stretch and the pain was unbearable. Johnny had a satisfied look on his face but soon changed into a worry when he saw your wrinkled forehead and you were wiggling on Jaehyun’s lap.

Your eyes rolled back when he started moving. The pace began with slow and deep movements and each move burned the connected soft area. Johnny was groaning above you and his fingers were tightly entangled with yours, pressing down your palms into the mattress. His loose shirt rode up and the flexing muscles were visible.

“Fuck Y/n…I didn’t know that sweet little one…has such a good pussy.” Johnny increased his pace and your moans became louder.

Your sweet moans earned a shaky groan from a corner of the room. You looked over to the place to see Mark was pumping himself with his head thrown back and cursing and moaning out your name. He was imagining the image of how it was you when moaning out his name when you were pleasuring yourself.

Jaehyun chuckled, “Oh Johnny, she likes to get fuck by her brother’s best friends.”

“Is that right, Y/n?” Johnny asked you but your foggy mind didn’t register the question. So, he gripped your jaw and forced to make you look at him. Your teary eyes stared back at him when he slowed the movements.

“I asked you something, darling. Do you like getting fucked by your brother’s best friends?”

You clenched around him on hearing his question.

“Yes…yes daddy…I like to be fucked by you…I—I want to be fucked by you all.” You whined when he pushed deeper but continued in sloppy movements.

His smirk widened and head dipped in the crook of your neck. He sucked and kissed all your sensitive spots. He pulled down the bra and sucked your nipples. He was leaving red marks all over your chest and throat. Your nipples were erect and hard and when he was sucking it hard, you were losing your mind. “Fuck…it’s so good.”

“Is it feeling good? Johnny making you feel good?”

You moaned out, “Yes Jaehyun, he is making me feel good. I—I want to cum please…please…”

The fast thrusts were almost ripping you apart into two and his moans and groans into your ear was nearing you so much that your tears were streaming down. The sloppy sound and your moans filling out the room. But Johnny hushed you with a heated kiss. He was hungry. Teeth clashing to each and biting down your lips, making you gasp and clench around him. He was hungry to finally have his best friend’s sister under him. The sister his friend protected too much from them was now whimpering under and that boosted his ego.

“Cum…ah-Fuck…” You both came undone together.

Mark cursed out at the same time with both of you.

You were floating with blurry vision and he rode out his high. He pulled out and chuckled at your fucked out state. Before any juice could leak out of you, he pressed your legs together. He started at you but you cut him off.

“I am on birth control pill.” You stated.

“Why? Were you expecting something like this to happen?” Johnny chuckled and stood up.

“No. but just in case…” Johnny pecked your lips. You were surprised as to why he did it but you let the kiss linger on you longer.

Mark interjected, “So you were planning to have a one-night stand on this trip somewhere?”

You licked your lips and nodded, “yeah something like that.” You closed your eyes to take deep breaths. Johnny excused himself after putting on the pant and went to his room.

You heard shuffles around your bed and before you knew what was happening, Jaehyun was smiling down at you from between your legs. You tried to scoot back but he pressed you down with a smirk and dark look on his face.

He was serious with dark eyes just contrast to the white unbuttoned shirt on him. He looks good in white and later you have to compliment him about that.

“What are you thinking, princess?” he asked you while positioning himself to your entrance.

“you look good in white.” you finally complimented him.

He smiled, “thanks princess. But I would look better with your white cum around my dick.”

His tip toying with your folds. You whined and Mark laughed when he sat beside you. He removed your bra and threw it away. Jaehyun thanked Mark and started pumping your breasts. You gasped and moaned. Mark was staring at you with hooded eyes. Jaehyun flicked your nipples and pinched them.

It was paining but it was sending a pleasurable jolt throughout your body.

He straightened himself and placed his palm over your breasts and pushed himself inside you. You gasped out loudly and he chuckled on feeling how you were still tight and clenching around him after his friend fucked you so hard earlier.

“you are taking me so well, princess.”

His pace was deeper and faster from the start and your sensitive bud was throbbing in pain. Skin slapping sound and his skill-full fingers drawing pattern over your curves and hands sliding smoothly all over your body. Your whines and his moans getting louder with each passing second and he leaned down to peck you. You opened your eyes and wiggled your hands from, under the grip of Mark’s strong hold. Your weak hands slid down Jaehyun’s soft skin and you smiled.

“Jaehyun…”

Why are you even smiling? He took a hold of your wrist and placed a kiss on your fingers.

“You are really pretty, Y/n…you were always pretty.”

He finally connected his lips with yours and you moaned into his mouth when he hit a right spot, making you arch into his body. Your hips moving up and down to get him more-close to you. As if it was even possible. He pressed you down and there was a sweet rhythm to the movement of his lips and hips.

You were lost in the kiss and gasping for air but he was sucking you so hard that the little air left inside you would be sucked out. He finally pulled apart and thrusted deeper. When you let out a broken moan, his hands moved up to grip your throat and with a moderate pressure, he pressed it tight.

“The innocent little sister of Taeyong is whining with my fingers wrapped around her throat and getting fucked. What will your brother think of you getting fucked by his best-friend?”

You couldn’t reply but mumbled something. Mark laughed and patted your head.

You whined and gasped. Your one hand gripped his wrist and other wiggling under his strong hold on your wrist. His mouth skillfully working on your nipples, leaving bruise marks around it. It was too much. You were overstimulated by all these pleasures in different parts. The pace became sloppy and both of you were near the edge.

“if you want to cum then cum. Cum on my dick and paint me white.” He said and put a little more pressure on the side of your throat. His voice vibrating on your nipples and his hot breath hitting around the sensitive area.

You gasped and let it loose as soon as his words fell from the lips. He thrusted faster and you whined. After a few more thrusts, he bottomed down into you. “fuck-“

His hands were at the same place but weakly holding you, his head resting on your breast and he placed a soft and long kiss on your nipple before retreating himself.

Vulnerable was not a word for you. You were broken. Your body, your pulping veins, your sensitive used spots and your mind. Your broken voice couldn’t even dare to speak up anything more.

Mark.

You didn’t know what were the thoughts running through his mind. His two other friends were just monster fuckers. Thinking about him fucking you after they caught you moaning out his name was scratching a mark direct to your core.

You expected Jaehyun to leave but he propped himself on the sofa and leaned back with closed eyes and heaved a sigh.

Was he regretting?

Your attention was brought to Mark when he gripped your jaw and pulled your face to the side to face him. He was smirking unlike before when he was sweetly smiling at you. His jeans was long forgotten lying down on the floor and he pulled down the boxer. Your burning body was sensitive to a little amount of air caused by the swish of movements around you.

He was still sitting to your side, hand gripping your jaw. Your weak hands held his wrist dearly.

“mark…please fuck me.”

He poked his cheek with the tongue, “why? Didn’t Jaehyun gave you the satisfaction and also Johnny?”

As if on cut Johnny entered the room in a fresh set of trouser and a plain white t-shirt. He propped himself beside Jaehyun.

“What’s with my name?” Johnny’s voice made you squirm.

“I want you…no I need you, Mark. Please.” You literally begged. His smirk widened.

He suddenly hovered on top of you and you were surprised by his sudden fast movement. He was excited. Something in him shifted when you begged to him. He was no more that soft and excited friend like last four days. In front of you was a hungry monster who was ready to devour you.

His hands trailed down your curves. He pushed your legs up and watched how your hole was leaking down the juices and he groaned to the sight. He pushed up your swelled breasts and pumping them, earning whines and moans from you. Your tears were the most beautiful thing to him at the moment.

His hands trailed higher and rested on your jaw, fingers caressing your cheek. Your tired eyes still locked with his hooded ones.

“you will show me how you were moaning my name with this pretty mouth. Okay?”

You nodded. He slapped you and gripped your jaw.

“Okay?”

“Yes…Mark…I will show you...please…”

No prep was needed and so he pushed your legs apart as far as possible. He slowly entered you and your gasp got lost into his mouth when he pressed down his lips to you. Just like others, his kiss was also reeking of alcohol. You were getting drunk just by their kisses.

His kiss was between of hunger and making love. Once he was being a sweet kisser and the next moment, he was eating you out. His teeth sucking yours making it a plump.

His movements were slow. Too slow. You wanted more but the way he slapped your pussy when you moved up, you knew he was not giving you what you wanted.

He broke the kiss but his lips never left your heated skin, his lips pressing soft kisses on yours and trailed down to your jaw and then to the crook of your neck.

“Mark…”

“So that’s how you sound like baby…fuck…you are sucking me in so good...you sound so sexy...”

“More please…please Mark.”

You were crying and repeating his name like a chant. It was making him painfully hard to control himself not to cum again and again into you. His one hand pumping your breast and other caressing your head. He leaned to attach his lips to your left out nipple.

Every second was like a rising of burning flame. Your body was on fire. He was overstimulating you to hear his name from your lips on repeat. He didn’t want to end the moment so fast. He could hear your moans all day long if its need to fuck you everytime. His one hand dipped down to rub on your bud and you cry out before Johnny inserted a finger into your mouth. You quickly wrapped around his fingers to suck for your dear life.

“don’t want to let this whole floor know that how good your brother’s best friends are fucking you, right?” he asked you mockingly.

Mark added, “Taeyong might can wake up too.”

They laughed to see you in mercy of their friend and tears falling continuously from the eyes.

“Ah fuck- baby…fuck…are you near?”

You couldn’t reply when the finger was deep down your throat.

Mark swatted the hand away and gripped your jaw.

“Do you want to cum?”

Your vision was blurry but still you nodded and replied, “yes…yes Mark…please”

“then cum and say my name.”

You did as he told you. Your vision was white and your whole body jerked.

He was thrusting deeper and faster and soon he was panting on top of yours and hot liquid filling you up.

The same euphoric feeling rising up to your fuzzy mind.

Mark laid down beside you. You both were tired but no one was as compared to you.

“I guess someone is tired for the first time while on a vacation.” Johnny smiled at you before patting your head.

You dreamily smiled and nodded.

He asked Jaehyun to go back to his shared room with Taeyong or he might could get in trouble if Taeyong sees him missing in the room. He sent a smile towards you before laving with Johhny. It was only you and Mark.

“I will take care of you. I have promised, Taeyong.”

he promised Taeyong.

He let you sleep and as promised, he cleaned you up before cleaning himself. He tugged you to sleep. Before leaving the room, he watched you for a while how you were sleeping peacefully and something inside him was tugging not to leave you alone. But there was no choice. He turned off the lights and left the room with interlocking it.

He is just your brother’s best-friend.

The next morning when your mind registered that you were awake, you didn’t open your eyes. The first thought came to your mind was that you were all alone. They all just left you after fucking. You clutched the blankets tight, you cried silently. Was it just all about one night? Nothing more? Today you have to pretend as if nothing happened last night. Silent tears fall from your eyes.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Taeyong’s worried voice and a warm hand on your cheek reminded you of their lingering touches on your skin.

You didn’t want to open your eyes. Even if you wanted to think of that as a dream but the soreness and the paining aches all over your body would be giving you reality check. Still. You didn’t want to worry your brother so you slowly looked at him and he was sitting by the side of your head, smiling a little.

“when I woke up, Jaehyun told me that you are feeling sick since last night and I was drunk so he took care of you.” He innocently said.

Took care of you.

Huh! And then left…

You nodded.

“You are crying…is your headache worse…do you need medicines?”

“headache?”

“yeah…he told me not to disturb you today. It’s better to let you rest for a while.”

Yeah. Headache. Rest for a while.

The words were not setting in right places.

He stood up, “I have to meet an university friend today who works at a company here so we are going to hang out today. So take some rest. Just call me if you need anything or I will tell one of them-“

“No I will call you.”

“Okay, see you later.”

And he turned to the space to get out of your room from where they all went last night. You didn’t hear your door closed but heard some talking between your brother and Johnny. His voice tugged at your heart. You were sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard. You looked down to yourself wearing a t-shirt and shorts. A tear fell on your hand.

Why were you even crying?

It was all about you four being horny last night. Nothing more.

The close of door shut jolted you. You still didn’t look up but closed your eyes to let yourself understand that you shouldn’t be so sensitive of having sex with them.

“y/n…”

Did you hear right?

No no you were dreaming.

“y/n…are you okay?”

You looked up to see Mark looking at you with hurtful eyes. Is he regretting for the last night?

You didn’t reply. Two more figures emerged from the corner, what were they doing at door for so long.

“why are you here?” you whispered out the words.

“Isn't this the same thing you asked last night?” johnny stated.

You watched his movements when he came beside you and sat down to pat your head and comb your hairs with his long fingers. You fought back the urge to lean to his touch. Jaehyun sat to your other side and caressed your cheeks.

More tears streamed down your eyes.

Jaehyun wiped them off. “Why are you crying?”

“Don’t give me false hopes. I know you all are regretting for the last night and so you left or maybe you see it like a regular fun but please I…I don’t know how to feel now.”

“then don’t fight back.” Johnny said without any emotion visible.

Mark added, “y/n…it’s a very complicated situation we are in…we are your brother’s best friends and you are his sister. If somehow this last night becomes a problem between us then the friendship will be hampered. You are our friend too.”

Mark scooted closer to you.

“you all were the first ones to have sex with me…”

They didn’t reply but suddenly Mark pulled you in his embrace. You could feel a different set of hands caressing your back. You started crying in his hold. He patted your head.

“I know... you know we were never your friends but still we admired you since you were a baby. We have watched you every time how you whined for little things, your giggles, your sweet smile, your annoyed face whenever we showed up at your house and when your brother teasing you. Our eyes were always on you.” Mark words were dipped in softness.

You whispered, “I thought you all hated me.”

Johnny laughed, “never. It was your brother who never wanted us to be near you. He thought that his little sister should not be near us. He is good brother. He loves you a lot.”

He really is.

“I don’t want to leave you all after yesterday. I know I’m being selfish but I really don’t know why I'm feeling this but I cant handle if you all leave me.” You said and turned to rest two of them from Mark’s embrace, Jaehyun’s hands fall from your back.

Jaehyun added, “we don’t want to leave you too. Yesterday when I saw you in that state, I felt a possessiveness inside me that no one should get to look at you and I own you. So…..”

He looked at everyone and sighed.

“so?..” your soft voice tugged at their heart.

Johnny completed his sentence, “so we need to have a talk with Taeyong.”

“You all will?” you were surprised.

Mark turned you around, “don’t you want us? Or do you want only me?”

“All three of you. Call me selfish but I love you all.”

“We love you too, y/n. promise. we will take care of you.” Johnny said and placed a kiss on top of your head.

“she is still a baby.” Jaehyun said and laughed loudly.

The others also joined in. You clutched to Mark’s shirt and smiled a little before snuggling into the smell of his cologne.

Your brother kept you away from them. But then you became too close to them. Closer than being just friends. The foreign swaggers is your new memory of your holidays. It was meant to be a family holiday like every year. but this was different and the best.

Also, you don’t hate your brother’s best friends like you thought.

They are no more just your brother’s best friends. They are your hearts: the foreign swaggers.

Are you going to regret it?

thank me coz i was going to end it on a sad note but then I thought to make it a bit emotional and happy in the last moement.

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