So I’m a new Nct fan and I’m a multistan. So because of that I know that each fanbase is a little different but DAMN Nct fans are freaky. I need to take a double take a lot while on here haha.
But that’s not to say I don’t like your work! Just need to get used to the collective freak-matching
Luv u bye 👋
ncity’s freakyness is so refreshing and is part of the reason why i resonate with nct more than anything other group
nctzens aren’t afraid to admit that idols are hot and have sex
and the fact that that’s a crazy thing to say speaks for the infantilization of idols 😑
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NOTES: im sorry its the middle of the night this is when i cook👁️👁️also i thought i lost this chapter and almost crashed out. im SOOOO excited im seeing 127 soon and i hope you guys have fun if you’re seeing them at any stops!!!!
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a/n: there's a mini pov switch between reader and jeno in the middle I hope you guys can catch that because I didn't really label it
“is something wrong?”
you spun around, hiding your phone behind your back as you came face to face with a concerned jeno.
“oh- um, just got some work texts.”
because you couldn't tell him your ex and the girl he had cheated on you with were currently at the same party as you both were.
jeno tilted his head, looking like a puzzled puppy, obviously skeptical of how suspicious you were being. you quickly stuffed your phone back into your purse, forcing a smile onto your face as you tugged on his blazer sleeve hoping to reassure him.
as much as you didn't want to see jake, a thought you didn't want to entertain gnawed at the back of your mind. a thought that sprouted when you saw his damn twitter post.
isn't this the perfect opportunity to show jake you're well you're doing without him?
and it was. the you of more than a month ago would've jumped on the opportunity, maybe even checked the guest list yourself to make sure jake was coming so that he could bump into you and jeno. but…
you glanced at jeno, who had somehow gone off to grab a few cupcakes while you were lost in thought.
you weren't here for this. yeah, you were mostly here because your boss threw you under the bus, but you came to have a fun time with other friends and jeno too.
you still could. as long as you avoided jake and natty, you could still salvage this party and-
“y/n?”
fuck.
you hated the fact that you knew whose voice it was. you took a desperate breath to calm yourself and turned on your heel.
there she was, latched onto his arm as an innocent smile sat on her pretty lips, her short hair that suited her so well styled to perfection, and her mini white dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. a painful reminder of everything she had that you didn't.
“they make some really good cupcakes-”
jeno paused as soon as he noticed their presence. his eyes darted between you and the man he didn't recognise, feeling a strange tension grow thick in the air the longer he smiled at you and the longer you remained expressionless.
“I didn't think I'd see you here, y/n.”
“same here.”
the girl seemed to notice the tension as well, her eyes scanning her partner's face, then yours, before she unlatched herself from his arm and stuck her hand out, a sweet smile plastering on her face.
“nice to meet you! I'm natty, a member of kiss of life. I came as jake's partner.”
there was a slight pause before you took her hand, and if it weren't for jeno’s close observation he wouldn't have noticed either. you forced a smile, it was painfully obvious to jeno who had your smile engraved in his mind, as you took her hand in yours.
“I'm y/n. this is jeno, he's a professional boxer.”
you couldn't help it, your curiosity had gotten the best of you. you slipped your hand around jeno’s arm, tightening it as your eyes scanned jake's face to gauge his reaction, hoping to sense at least a tinge of jealousy or regret.
a smirk. all you got was a smirk as jake shook jeno’s hand, muttering something about how big of a fan he was. natty whispered something in jake's ear.
“oh, y/n is just a friend of mine.”
that was your last straw. the past month of your life crumbled around you, burying you in a defeat you had never felt before. because this was the concrete evidence that slapped you into finally realising that jake never cared. that all this time and effort wasted, dragging jeno into your stupid scheme to get back at jake, arguing with kazuha about how genius your plan was, would have never amounted to anything because jake was the type of guy who could call you a friend after cheating on you.
you could feel the familiar stinging in the back of your eyes. you muttered a quick excuse and scurried to the washroom, hoping no one would question the speed you were walking at, or the way you were walking with your head down.
you locked yourself in a cubicle and quickly tore some toilet paper, dabbing at your waterline as you felt your nose start to clog and your breathing start to quicken. you couldn't think coherently. it was a tangled mess of anger, frustration, and the biggest of them all, guilt.
because now that this was all over, you had to tell jeno everything.
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a/n: haha y'all won't kill me if the next chapter is written too right... (it'll be half written half texts)
genre | college!au, smau, friends to lovers, fluff, possibly suggestive (i mean it’s haechan), very goofy
warnings | possibly suggestive (minors dni), more warnings will be added if needed
synopsis | going against the advice of his friends, haechan decides to utilise a tiktok trend as an excuse to confess his feelings to his longtime friend and crush. cue the chaos~
status: starting now!
started: 07/02/2025 | finished: tbd
taglist: @jeonghansshitester @worldwidecutiemaya @defzcl @nctdreamchaser @mmjhh1998 @gomdoleemyson open! let me know if you’d like to be added
y/n’s group profiles | hae’s group profiles | example tiktok
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the cold breeze bites your skin, tears gracefully streaming down your face, reaching your neck and disappearing into the material of your polo shirt. your lashes are wet and stick together as you blink, quietly sniffling, jeno's low moans reaching your ears.
perched over the bleachers, the dents of the metal stairs imprinted on your stomach as your shirt has slightly ridden up, he rocks his hips against your ass, hard cock pulsing in you.
you just wanted to get your bag back as you forgot it earlier in the evening when you went to watch the baseball game with your friends. your university ended up winning, and in the midst of all the cheers and screams, you left without your belongings.
jeno is part of the university baseball's team, and when you came back to the field, he was still there.
you've always known he had an interest in you, but you never reciprocated. maybe you should have—just to avoid this.
your panties sitting on top of your sneakers prevent you from moving too much, giving jeno the liberty to handle you how he desires. his hands hold your hips in place, your skirt flipped up over your ass and his sweats pulled down just enough to free his cock.
"i’ve always wanted you, you know…" he pants loudly as your glasses fog up, being as out of breath as he is. "such a shame that you never let me have this pussy before," he groans, slightly frustrated.
jeno has been waiting for quite a long time now. he never pushed you or went too far, just some attempts here and there, but you always had a negative answer for him.
jaemin once said you were a prude dressed like a slut. a stuck-up; a girl too obsessed by her studies and her image to allow guys to fuck her.
but you weren't too difficult to convince tonight. a little whiny, but oh so docile.
his mouth agape, he fucks his engorged cock into your soppy pussy, his hairy pelvis meeting the curve of your ass each time he bottoms out, making the flesh bounce.
the night is harsh, cooler than usual, the tips of his fingers becoming cold as the time passes. it contrasts vastly with the high temperature of your body.
you slowly turn your head to look over your shoulder, eyes inching up jeno's body, glancing at his hips moving back and forth and then his bare face, illuminated by the bright street lamps all around the field.
he licks his lips before locking eyes with you, but eye-contact is soon broken when a thrust rougher than the others makes you jerk forward, the end of the bench under you digging into the bare skin of your thighs. you gasp, scrunching your eyes shut and involuntary clenching around his girth.
your glasses slip down a little, sweat accumulating where the frame of the glasses sit on your nose. when you open your eyes, you see a foggy silhouette of jeno, your hot breath meeting the cold air of the night creating mist in your lenses.
"fuck," he chokes out, "i knew you'd be tight, but that much..." he chuckles, telling you his unholy thoughts about you. "you have the perfect pussy, i swear. so warm, and fucking wet... god," jeno comments—something you've never thought someone would tell you, even someone as perverted as him.
more endless minutes pass, stopping himself when he feels his orgasm building up in his stomach, going again when the feeling has disappeared—basically edging himself as long as he can.
but eventually his pace gets faster and faster, almost knocking the breath out of your lungs. you cry and whimper under him, the coil at the pit of your stomach ripping, cumming messily around jeno, droplets of clear liquid flooding out of your cunt.
"oh, shit-" he curses, moaning in sync with you as he keeps pounding you.
soon after, weeks worth of jeno's cum spurt in you, filling you up till it drips out of your pussy.
he pulls out and the quivers of your pussy make more of his creamy cum fall, running along your inner thigh.
"so fucking pretty," he exhales, admiring the mess he made of you.
pairing. idol!jisung x reader | cw. smut, oral (m receiving), male masturbation, filming/recording (ig? idk it’s there)
Thinking about you and your boyfriend, Jisung, recording a few videos for when he’s away on tour.
You’ve had the idea of doing something like this for a while. However, you’d always felt a bit hesitant to ask. So when you found out you and wouldn’t be together for a good few months, you thought it might be the perfect time to try it.
After suggesting it to him, he was a little unsure at the thought of having something so lewd just sitting in his camera roll. Getting paranoid of accidentally playing it on full volume in front of his members.
But you reassured Jisung, simply telling him to just be careful and that he’d definitely thank you later for bringing it up.
~
Jisung sat on his hotel bed, leant against the headboard with one hand wrapped around his leaking cock and the other holding his phone, watching one of the videos play out. The one of you kneeling between his legs, mouth full of him as you bobbed your head up and down, spit dripping down along his length.
Jisungs lips parted, letting out shaky breaths as he mimicked your movements with his hand, imagining it was your mouth instead, just like in the recording.
As his hand grasped a handful of your hair, Jisung guided you onto his length, pushing you all the way down to take him whole. You widened your mouth as you adjusted to his size, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat.
You moaned teasingly, creating a slight vibration around his length that made him groan behind the camera.
After holding you there for a couple seconds he pulled you back up causing you to gasp for air.
On the other side of the screen, Jisungs cheeks grew red, cringing at the sounds he was making in the video. But nevertheless, he was too focused on you. Your small moans, your eyes looking up at him, your lips that turned plump and flushed from working around his cock. He needed you there so badly.
His movements became unsteady and desperate as he felt himself reach closer to release, eyes focusing on how you took control again after he let go of your hair.
Jisung bit his lip, trying not to make too much noise. His eyes fluttered close. The slurping sounds you made was music to his ears.
“Fuck”
His head fell back against the headboard as his body shivered. Cum spurted from his cock, spilling along the side and over his hand. His breathing slowed with his rhythm as he came down from his high.
After Jisung opened his eyes, coming back to reality, he noticed the video had ended. He closed the it and stared aimlessly at his home screen. That is until he remembered why he was in this situation in the first place. He needed to thank you.
a/n: thank you to the lovely anon who requested this, i hope you like it <3 the request can be found here!
Pussy drunk Haechan just can’t get enough of how you taste ever since the first time he was between your thighs. Always bringing up how you taste better and better each time, never wanting to get bored of it.
After inviting him around to your dorm, initially to help you study for an exam, things took a turn in a way that both of you had hoped for. You remembered more about what makes Haechan tick than anything about the topic you were about to be tested on.
And since then he’s been so entranced by your pussy. He feels like he could be there 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. He can forget about everything and focus all his attention on you and what felt like a blessing between your legs.
Once again, you and Haechan found yourselves in your dorm after your shared class. You both lay on your bed with his arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer nearly every second as he practically made out with your pussy.
You squirmed beneath him, sweet moans slipping through your parted lips, feeling his warm tongue circle over your clit. Occasionally sucking on the bundle of nerves.
His glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose every few minutes, having to push them back up every time. Only keeping them on so he could see the pleasure on your face perfectly, taking pride in how he’s making you feel.
“Fuck, you taste so good baby” he whined into your pussy.
You had already cum once, but you know Haechan’s not quite finished at that point. Never hesitating to get at least one more orgasm out of you, only stopping if you tell him to.
A hand found its way to tug on his hair, pushing him onto you, eliciting lengthy whines out of him every time your grip tightened.
The feeling shot straight down to his cock, causing his hips to grind against the bed, trying to find some sort of friction through his shorts. His moans vibrated against your heat, creating a new sensation for you.
You loved the sounds he made, making your core dripping every time you hear them.
The grip on your thighs became stronger as you noticed him rubbing himself onto the sheets.
The view of Haechan at that moment turned you on even more, loving how desperate he was getting, making your back arch and brows knit together.
Haechan continued to lap at your cunt like he was a starved man. Like it was a necessity to live. Never giving either of you a break. Especially when you’d cum for the second time, eyes screwing shut.
Your moans grew more beautiful and lewd at the same time. Your clit felt so sensitive as he licked you clean, not wasting anything.
You’d think he was tired by now, having been at it for about 30 minutes. His forehead showed a sheen behind his locks. But other than that, there was no indication that he was going to stop any time soon.
You let out a shaky breath, feeling the loss of contact from his tongue.
Your eyes slowly opened. He raised his head from where he nestled in between your legs, looking up at you. Your hand dropped from his hair to cup his right cheek.
Even after having cum twice and your pussy feeling overstimulated, the way Haechan looked gave you butterflies. He made you shudder and bite your lip. Suddenly not wanting this to be over.
His eyes gazed at you with desire while his lips were plump and covered in your slick. He looked so good, you just wanted to devour him right then and there.
He panted, licking your juices off his lips. He planted wet kisses along the soft skin of your left thigh and then the other before looking up at you again.
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smut , emo!park jisung x cheerleader!reader , they're under the bleachers oops , position is like reader is standing with a leg hung over ji's shoulder as he eats it , grungy emo rude ji , main inspo , yeah he has a tongue piercing... , pussy eating , lots of fluids , messy eating , hair pulling , metal play i guess idk , fingering , oh and did i mention she's dating a football jock! haha ok bye , ty to my sexy bae's brain!
you looked around uncomfortably, tall gaps between the seats leaving room for peering eyes, "ji-jisung hurry-"
"and why would i do that?" he chuckled from his position between your legs, your thigh heavy against his shoulder.
you shivered as his large hands ran up your legs, pushing your small skirt up to your waist, "jisung-"
"if i'm risking getting my ass beat by your jock boyfriend- then it's only fair if i enjoy his girlfriend's pretty pussy to my hearts content, hm?"
you nodded quickly, "o-okay- just- please-" you brought your hand down to his hair, softly threading your fingers in the dark strands.
"quiet-" he reached for your wrist, dragging your hand away from his head, "didn't think ms. perfect would be a head pusher-"
"shut up," you blushed deeply, pulling your hand out of his grasp.
"just teasing-" he laughed softly as he brought his hand up to run a finger across your soaking panties, "seems like you like it though-"
you tilted your head back, hiding the heat that spread against your cheeks, "ji- ngh," your breath hitched as you felt his lips plant a soft kiss to your heat.
he looked up at you, watching you struggle to stand straight as he gently rubbed against your panties, a wide grin spreading on his face, "you like that pretty- hm? i've barely even touched you-"
"jisung please-" you whined softly hands coming up to cover your rosy cheeks.
"please what? what do you want me to do?"
you gulped as you watched him under you, his long fingers wrapping around his glasses to push them up into his hair. his eyes were finally visible, bangs moved away to reveal his soft eyes dusted in dark eyeshadow.
he cleared his throat, biting his lips awkwardly, "s-stop staring-"
"you're so pretty jisung," you reached down to cup his cheek, thumb softly poking at his plump lips.
"mmh- i can see why everyone falls for you-" he hummed softly as he pecked your thumb, "that idiot doesn't deserve all this."
your heart twisted at his words, eyes now turning back to scan the field- your boyfriend was still training.
"focus here-"
you let out a shaky breath as he licked a stripe up your clothed core, your juices seeping through the fabric.
your fingers made their way towards your panties, quickly pushing the fabric away from your mound, "jisung- right here-"
he smirked as his hands moved behind your thighs, gently tugging you closer to his mouth, "so impatient-"
you had no time to reply as he latched his mouth onto your clit, his tongue swirling quickly around your aching bud.
your fingers found their way back into his hair, head falling back against the bleachers as you pushed your hips further against his mouth.
"j-jisung- oh my- what is that?" you jolted slightly as a cold shock shot through your core.
you pulled his hair, his mouth making a loud smacking noise as he detached from your cunt.
your eyes widened as he gave you a lazy smile, tongue hanging out of his mouth to show you the source of your shock- a shiny metal bead piercing straight through the wet muscle.
"like it?" he chuckled as you pushed his head back between your legs, desperate to feel him on you again, "love it ji- keep going."
he wasted no time pulling you closer, mouth pressed deeply against your dripping core, your juices running down his chin. his soft groans rang through your body, the vibrations only pushing you closer to the edge.
he was messy- the sound of his slurping filling your ears as you gripped onto his hair tightly, "f-fuck jisung- feels- feels so good-"
your head fell forward, tummy wrinkling as you hunched over him. his movements never slowed, head moving quickly as he ran his tongue along your sopping folds, smooth metal harsh against your clit.
"ji-jisung- close- i'm close-" you brought a hand up to your mouth, eyes darting past the bleachers- field now empty.
"oh my-" your eyes rolled back slightly as you felt his fingers slip past your folds- prodding at your wet entrance.
"eyes here pretty, don't worry about him right now."
he slipped in easily, your slick coating his fingers down to his knuckles.
"don't want that muscle freak to see that you're practically dripping over some black box dye loser hm? answer me."
he pushed deeper into you, fingers curling against your spongy walls.
"ji-jisung- i'm- mnngh," you bit your tongue, eyes squeezing shut as he continued to rub against your walls.
"fuck- how are you getting tighter- shhh they're gonna here us."
you cupped your mouth, body tightening as you released against his fingers, your moans muffled against your hand.
"shhh- shh- it's okay i got you-" he rubbed slowly on your clit, his free hand gripping your waist to steady you.
"ji- too much- too-" your body twitched away from his hand, sensitive walls pulsing as he dragged his fingers out of you.
"go clean yourself up- i bet he's waiting."
he placed your foot on the floor, casually sucking on his fingers as he stood up. you didn't miss how he rearranged his black jeans, the fabric tight against his bulge.
he turned towards you, eyebrow raised as he looked at your spent figure, skirt still up against your waist.
his chuckle made your cheeks flush, his hands reaching forward to pull your skirt down, "you okay?"
you nodded quickly, loudly clearing your throat as you straightened your skirt, "take me home?"
"and your boyfriend?" he laughed softly, his bangs falling back against his forehead as he fixed his glasses.
Request; This was such a cute request, hope you enjoy this🤭🩷✨
The moment you walked through the door, you knew something was wrong. Not wrong in a serious way—no, that would be too simple. This was *Jeno wrong.*
Which meant the air in the apartment was thick with the unmistakable scent of sulkiness.
You sighed, already bracing yourself as you kicked off your shoes. “Jeno?” you called, but there was no response. Instead, you found him in the living room, dramatically sprawled across the couch, arms crossed, lips pushed out in a deep pout that rivaled any of his usual soft, smiley expressions. His hoodie was pulled over his head, and his sweatpants were bundled around his legs like he’d been curled up for hours.
Ah. So this was the level of sulking you were dealing with today.
“Babe,” you tried again, stepping closer. “What’s wrong?”
A deep, betrayed sigh left his lips as he refused to look at you.
"You left me.”
You blinked. "I went to the store."
"For *four* hours."
"Jeno, it was *one* hour."
His brows furrowed, but he still refused to look at you. “Felt like four.”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. Oh, this was serious. He had the *deep* pout going, the one where his bottom lip jutted out so much you could rest a teacup on it.
"You abandoned me,” he added, voice dropping into that soft, grumbly tone that made your heart squeeze. “I woke up, and you were *gone.*"
You couldn’t help it—you giggled. That was the wrong move.
Jeno *finally* turned to you, eyes narrowing. "Oh, so it’s *funny* now?"
You bit your cheek, trying to keep a straight face. “No, no, of course not. It’s very serious.”
He scoffed, turning away again, but you caught the way his ears turned pink.
Alright, time to pull out the ultimate weapon.
You climbed onto the couch, settling next to him before practically draping yourself across his lap. He huffed but didn’t push you away, even as you nuzzled into his chest, pressing tiny kisses against his hoodie-covered shoulder.
"I missed you," you whispered.
Jeno exhaled sharply through his nose, but the weight of his arms settling around you told you he was caving.
“I got your favorite snacks,” you continued, peeking up at him. “And I was *literally* gone for an hour.”
He was quiet for a moment. Then, in a soft mumble:
"Felt like four."
You grinned. "Drama king."
His arms tightened around you, and after a moment, he finally let out a long sigh, burying his face in your hair. "You can’t just leave me alone like that," he muttered. "What if I wasted away? What if I turned into dust?"
You snorted. “Babe, you were gaming when I left.”
“Yeah, but it *wasn’t the same.*”
You pressed another kiss to his cheek. "Okay, okay. Next time, I'll wake you up before I leave."
Jeno hummed in satisfaction, holding you closer like he was soaking in every ounce of attention. “Good. I need at least five goodbye kisses before you go anywhere.”
You smiled, heart melting at how *needy* he was. “Five?”
“Minimum.”
You leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “Alright. But what about now? How many kisses do I owe you for making you wait so long?”
His pout finally disappeared, replaced by the smallest of smirks. “Hmm… at least twenty.”
You gasped dramatically. “Twenty? That’s outrageous!”
“Take it or leave it.”
You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable. “Fine. But only because you’re cute.”
Jeno grinned, his sulkiness completely forgotten as he tipped his head up expectantly.
And if you ended up giving him *way* more than twenty kisses? Well. That was *your* business.
