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One shots ͙͘͡★:

Netflix & chill (Yeonjun x fem reader)

Munching Ni-ki (Ni-ki x fem reader)

Hard thoughts ͙͘͡★:

Yeonjun boobies lover (Yeonjun x fem reader)

Mornings with Jaehyun (Jaehyun NCT x fem reader)

Backshots with Ni-ki (Ni-ki x fem reader)

About me ♡

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Yeonjun lover ☆

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I write mostly nsfw stories

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They were supposed to leave this app in April, but I guess they choose to not to.

Words: 1k ish

Warnings: oral sex(f! receiving), face sitting, pet names, praising, spanking, fingering

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Ni-ki x fem reader

It's yet another day when Niki lays in his favorite place — between your thighs. He promised you he'd just rest his head there and cuddle while you two watch a movie, but he's not afraid to break a promise — especially one like this one.

He started slow, with light kisses on your inner thighs, his hands tracing slow patterns on your soft skin. “Niki, the movie…” you reminded him, letting out a big sigh as you realized he's completely ignoring you and focusing on something else. His kisses became rougher, more eager, adding desperate bites and licks. You felt his hands all over your legs and waist , he traced his fingers along your hips and occasionally shifted under your top, near your bra, when he finally reached his destination — the edge of your shorts. He gave you a pleading look, making sure he's not crossing any boundaries because technically you wanted to watch a movie together. You responded with a small nod, your hands found their way over to his hair, your fingers tangling in it. Niki eagerly took your shorts and panties in one go — throwing them somewhere across the room. You swear you could see his eyes light up when he saw you bare, admiring it like an art piece. His hands locked harshly on your hips, wanting to keep you steady, as he planted passionate kisses on your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your pussy with each small lick. Your whimper and small tug on his hair made him smirk — he always loved seeing how desperate you are for him, how eager you can get. “You need something, darling?” he asked you, acting clueless even though he knew exactly what you meant. “Niki, please…” you answered with a pout, your fingers playing with his hair. “Please what? Use your words, pretty.” he teased you, kissing near your knees now, getting away from where you desperately want him. “Please, can you eat me out…?” you asked shyly, you always hated saying this type of stuff out loud, and he knew it, yet he couldn't help himself. The view of your reddish cheeks, a small pout, and begging but embarrassed eyes made his heart beat faster and, well, his cock harder. “Hmm, let me think…” he said between little bites alongside your hip and waist. His hands pushed up your shirt, uncovering your lacy pink bra with a little bow — Niki's favorite. His breath hitched at the view, tracing his long fingers on the lace, admiring how sexy you look under him right now. “Fuck, you knew what to wear, right?” he groaned as he squeezed your boobs together, placing small kisses on them. “Fine, I think you deserve it,” he murmured, kissing and licking your stomach as he got down between your legs again.

This time, without teasing, he placed a kiss right on your clit and savored your reaction — a small shake of your thighs and the cutest whimper. His hands kept you in place as his whole focus was on your clit — sucking on it, giving it small kisses from time to time. You tugged on his soft hair, letting out small moans while admiring your favorite view. Niki looked as if he was hypnotized, nothing could take him away from your pussy. He savored every drop of your juices, every little taste of your cunt. He became even faster, eating you out from your clit to your hole — pushing his tongue in and licking the entrance before getting back to focusing on your clit. Your thighs shook and your back arched before his hands grabbed you down on the bed, one of them sliding under your bra and squeezing your boob, his thumb tracing gentle circles around your nipple. You could hear him letting out small sounds as he got lost in you completely, all that existed for him right now was your pussy. He could feel that you're getting closer — shaky thighs, louder moans, his scalp burning because of your tugging, and let's be honest, he loves that pain. His pace quickened even more, sucking harshly on your clit as his two fingers found your entrance, pushing in smoothly because of how wet you are. The curl of his fingers brought you to the edge, your thighs almost smashing Niki's head, yet he stayed in his place, letting you ride out your orgasm. He continued with small licks and slow movements of his fingers inside you till you calmed down a bit.

Words: 530 ish

Warnings: unprotected sex, pain kink, mention of chocking, finger sucking, praising, pet names(baby, my girl, my love), spanking, rough sex

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Ni-ki x fem reader

Words: 500 ish

Warnings: oral sex, unprotected sex, marking, pet names(baby), fingering, light chocking

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Jaehyun x fem reader

Words: 450 ish

Warnings: boobies supermancy, nipples play, boobies play, praising, dry humping

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Yeonjun x fem reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅs: 2𝚔

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙

Warnings: 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢

𝚂𝚞𝚋 fem 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚍𝚘𝚕 𝚡 𝙳𝚘𝚖 𝚈𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗 𝙸𝚍𝚘𝚕

It was a quiet evening, the gentle sound of rain hitting the window was heard. You were sitting with Yeonjun in your dorm. Since the girls didn't know you were dating, some members were at their boyfriends' places, while others had schedules in Japan.

You were lying under the blanket in complete darkness – only the TV light flickering softly across our faces – cuddling as you watched a movie. To be honest, it was boring, but you insisted on watching it, so you didn’t dare to say anything.

You snuggled closer to Yeonjun, your arms hugging him a bit tighter, your thigh resting on his as you planted a slow kiss on his neck.

"So clingy," he said, his hand finding your waist as he pulled you closer – even though his focus stayed on the TV. “Watch the movie, babe, you begged me so pretty to watch it.”

“I didn't beg…” you answered with a pout and focused on the screen again.

“Yet…” He gripped your thigh, his thumb moving in lazy circles.

As the movie continued, it got even more boring, your eyelids getting heavier with every minute. You tried everything to stay awake – playing with Yeonjun's rings, sneaking your hands under his shirt – but he stopped you every single time. “Babe, watch the movie,” he'd say, and you reacted with an eye roll.

You didn’t even realize when you fell asleep. You woke up still clinging to Yeonjun’s side, all sore from the uncomfortable position. You tried to shift to release the pain when you felt something between your thighs.

A warm sensation made your hips press even closer to his hand when you realized –

His finger was moving inside you slowly.

In.

Out.

His thumb massaging your clit in perfect, lazy circles.

You were soaking wet already, your thighs damp and your whole body sweaty from the heat and Yeonjun.

Your lips parted as you looked up at him – still fully focused on the movie. He didn’t even glance at you, not even the tiniest look. He watched the TV with a straight face, so innocent yet so dirty.

You gripped his shoulder as you felt a second finger curl inside you a little too well. His fingers moved slowly, teasingly, but he knew exactly how to move them in the right spot.

“Fuck…” you whispered, trembling, your eyes locked on his face. The faint sounds from the TV no longer registered. “Look at me,” you said, but he didn’t even flinch.

Yeonjun continued to ignore you, speeding up his fingers a bit. Your head fell on his shoulder as you let out a quiet moan, your hips moving instinctively towards his hand.

Your hand captured his face, pinching his cheeks softly. “Babe…” His fingers curled up, making you gasp. “Fuck, just – can you just look at me?”

His face showed no emotions whatsoever, continuing to watch this dull movie.

You propped yourself up on shaky arms and, in one fast move, straddled him. Your hands immediately went to the back of his neck, your eyes locking with his as he finally looked at you.

“So eager,” he said, pulling out his fingers and gripping my hips, drawing me closer.

“Oh, now you can talk?” you let out a soft moan, feeling the sudden emptiness.

“If you beg like the good bitch you are, I can talk even more,” he smirked, kissing and licking your neck in slow moves.

“For you? Always.” You snuggled into the crook of his neck, his familiar, comforting scent hitting you. “I have to be eager. We don’t get much time alone.”

“Yeah, I know.” One of his hands grabbed the hem of your shirt – well, technically, his shirt. “Hands up.”

You obeyed, like usual, watching him toss it to the floor, your bra quickly following. His hand instinctively went to your breast, squeezing it as you arched your back.

His thumbs circled your piercings, playing with them, circling and tugging on the heart-shaped piercings around your nipples. His kisses trailed from your neck to your boobs, his teeth grabbing one of your piercings and tugging on it.

“I’m only in panties while you’re fully dressed…” you muttered with a pout, tangling your fingers into his black hair. “So unfair,” you added, tugging on his scalp.

“Then come on, I’m all yours, am I not? Strip me if you want me so badly,” he replied, letting go of your piercing. He watched you with curiosity, already guessing my next move.

“Fuck, Yeonjun…” you mumbled, his shirt already halfway off. You tossed it aside without even looking, then quickly unzipped his pants. He helped you pull them off and immediately kissed you aggressively, his tongue brushing the roof of my mouth.

Suddenly, his palm landed on your ass – real fucking hard. You broke the kiss, your back arching as a weird-ass noise left your mouth – some kind of whimper.

That’s when you heard him laugh.

Looking up at him, you said, “Oh, you think it’s funny?” You raised my hand. “Wanna see for yourself, hm?” you teased him.

He caught your wrist mid-slap. You quickly moved your other hand, but he grabbed it too – with the same hand – before you could reach him.

“Yeah, real scary, babe,” he said, placing my trapped hands on his abs. “Better luck next time.”

“Oh, shut up,” you rolled your eyes, one of your fingers tracing the outline of his muscles. His abs were sculpted after all that time he spent at the gym, and you became obsessed with it, kissing it, licking, and marking.

“We both know you prefer me when I'm talking to you… dirty, obviously,” he whispered with an overly confident smirk.

Your lips found his in a sloppy kiss, trying to get your hands out of his grip but ineffectively. You felt his smirk while he tightened his hand.

That's when you felt him rolling his hips against yours. Gasping, your foreheads touched.

"Move those hips for me, babe," he said, giving you a gentle – as for him – slap.

"I need to hold onto something," you looked down at your trapped hands. "Care to let go?"

"Fine…" he muttered as he freed your hands and slapped your ass one more time before gripping your hips.

Your hands went to the couch, on both sides of his head, as you started grinding against him in slow moves. Your wet panties sliding against his hard length, dampening his underwear.

His mouth went to your breasts again, sucking on your nipple, occasionally biting on it lightly – the flickering of metal against his teeth could be heard. You kept your moves steady and slow, teasing him and waiting for him to break.

"Fuck, Y/N…" he mumbled, tilting his head back. "Such a good slut you are." His hand went back to your breasts, squeezing it.

"Oh my – fuck," you trembled, finally speeding up your pace as one of your hands went to grip his shoulder, long nails digging into his skin painfully.

All of a sudden, he flipped you; your legs automatically went around his waist. He took off your underwear and tossed it – God knows where at this point – pinning your hands over your head, planting kisses and hickeys all over your neck.

"Fuck, Yeonjun – I have a show in a few days… don't – shit – don't make a mess," you said, knowing he'll probably do it anyways and your stylists are gonna gossip – again.

He always loved showing others that you're his; if only the industry accepted dating, he would talk about you everywhere. But for now, the only thing he can do is mark you and write songs about your nights together.

"But I love having a mess out of you," he told you between kisses. "It's either your neck or your ability to walk," he stated as he bit you gently, "or both – your choice."

"I'm fucking serious… girls start to notice –" you didn't even finish when he interrupted.

"Gosh, then fucking let them? You're mine, fucking show it," he said, a bit irritated, followed by a hard slap. The whole 'secret relationship' really annoyed him; he would gladly show off, but you kept things private.

People started to realize – your members, the staff – you've heard the gossiping multiple times.

He slid the tip inside you, his dick already stretching you out. "Will you be a good girl and finally tell them?"

"Shit – Yeonjun, not now…" you tilted my head back. "Let's talk later – please?" Your puppy eyes convinced him to let go for now.

"Fine, but I swear to God if you try to get away from it –" he muttered, still pushing his dick inside you. "Damn, you're so fucking tight."

"I won't, I promise, just – please, Jun…" you pushed your hips closer to his, your legs tighter around his waist.

"Yeah? You want it so bad?" he said as he pulled out and slammed into you real hard, hitting your sensitive spot a bit too good.

"Oh my – fuck, there – right there, please, please," you wanted to move your hands so badly, scratch his pretty back, but he kept his grip tight. You kissed him – sloppy, messy, just like you are.

"Come on, baby," he stated, hitting this spot again and again, always with the same pattern – pull out and slam into you with the most force he could have.

"Deeper – shit… don't pull out," you sobbed, he made a complete mess out of you already.

"Oh, what did you say?" he said, doing exactly the same movements, but this time even slower, teasingly.

"Jun, I'm gonna kill – oh my gosh," you arched your back, feeling him suddenly picking up a very fast pace. The sound of your bodies slamming against each other echoed in the room.

“Kill me? You'd miss my dick too much.” He buried his face in your neck – leaving even more hickeys – still slamming into you with the same force. “You're such a slut for it.”

“Oh – fuck yeah… maybe.” My fingers went into his hair, tugging the ends. My walls clenching around his cock.

“Don't come yet.” His movements slowed down, rolling against you.

“Fucking faster, God…” you gripped his shoulders.

“Then beg for it.” Yeonjun smirked, slowing down even more – now barely moving.

“Please, baby – just… just let me come.” Your back arched, hips moving towards him, desperate.

“Are you gonna be good finally? Tell your girls about us?” He moved a bit faster now, hitting deeper.

“This again…?” You felt him stop. “I'm gonna tell them! I promise, just –” His pace got extremely fast, hitting you just in the right spot.

“That's my good slut.” You started clenching around him, your back arched and only moans coming out of your mouth now.

You gripped his arm, your head tilting back, letting out a loud moan. He followed seconds later, filling you up.

He hugged you tightly, kissing my collarbone. “Fuck, you did so good.”

You patted his back slowly, trying to breathe, your legs still clenched around his waist.

When he pulled out, you both whined at the sudden emptiness. Then he lowered his body and started kissing your thighs. His tongue traced between your folds, cleaning you up.

You gripped his hair, whining at the overstimulation. He gripped your hips, trying to keep you in place and eat you out clean.

“Gosh, Yeonjun –” your head hit the mattress as your hand brought his face even closer. His mouth was sloppy, like he was genuinely hungry, your hips trying to move under his grip.

He slapped your ass again, adding two fingers that moved extremely fast, curling up to hit your sweet spots. “Such a whore for it, say please.” He stopped his movements, waiting for your reply.

“Please, baby, oh God, please, please,” you whined, your legs shaking from the pleasure.

He laughed against your core, getting back to sucking on your clit and occasionally nibbling on it gently. His pace sped up, hitting all the good spots.

You let out a long moan as you arched your back, your walls clenching hard around his fingers. Yeonjun let you ride it out, slowing down and tracing fingers alongside your thighs.

“So will you tell others about us finally?” He said, curling his fingers in you again.