#johnny nct senarios

[atinyarmyzen]

𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊 - js

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: demon!johnny x fem!reader

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: smut, demon!johnny au, supernatural au, horror

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: mature content, oral (female receiving), corruption kink, slight impreg kink?, creampie, unprotected sex (use a condom pls!!), choking, spanking, pet names, size kink, bulge kink, some fluff if you squint

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 3.4k

  ⭄ basically, you let your curiosity get the best of you

𝖆/𝖓: Soooo this may or may not be my first smut. In honor of spooky szn approaching I give you demon Johnny 😈 . I love writing dark, spooky, and supernatural au’s so if you have any other requests/ideas let ya girl know. Anyway I’m going straight to hell for this so hope you enjoy!! 

You felt so ridiculous for doing this. You gathered a candle and piece of paper, you looked at the clock and waited for it to strike 3 in the morning, which you read was the best time for rituals. You recited the spell, wrote down your full name on the piece of paper and burned it in the flame of the candle. You continued to let the candle burn down, and closed your eyes as you concentrated on the words of the spell. Summoning a sex demon was the last thing you though you would do, but given your disappointment with your sex life you figured it was worth a shot.

“So it mote be.” you finished.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt cool gusts of air on your cheeks. All of the hair your neck and arms stood up, and goosebumps began to rise across your skin. It felt like the ghost of a touch across your shoulders and down your neck, the sensation immediately sending blood rushing to your clit. You were almost afraid to open your eyes, you honestly had no clue what you might see.

You sucked in a deep breath before opening your eyes, only to see flame of the candle taking its last breaths of life before going out completely. You were left in the darkness of your room, save the pale moonlight shining in through your window. You sighed in disappointment, cringing at the fact you actually thought it was working considering how worked up you were.

You decided it was all for naught and settled with going to sleep. You flopped onto your bed and tried to drift off but your sudden arousal refused to be ignored. You felt the bud between your legs become swollen with desire, along with the familiar feeling of slick now making its way down your inner thigh. This was unusual, you thought. You normally would never get this wet even if you did have a sex partner, so the fact that you were soaking through your panties completely untouched took you by surprise.

Slightly annoyed with your own arousal, you slid your hand down your stomach and dipped your fingers past the waistband of your panties. You gasped slightly as soon and the pads of your fingers brushed past your folds and grazed your swollen clit. Your breathing became labored as you began to run your middle finger up and down your lower lips before circling your sensitive bud lightly. A small moan escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut.

“Save some for me.” A voice purred into your ear.

You yelped in surprise, your eyes snapped open and you sat up quickly. Your eyes frantically scanned the room for the source of the voice.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a tall black figure in the opposite corner of the room. You didn’t dare look. You froze; fear flooded every nerve ending in your body, your stomach dropped, your heart beat thudding in your ears. You finally understood what it meant to be paralyzed with fear.

“I thought you were expecting me, angel. You did summon me, after all.” You heard the figure speak. You decided to be brave and turn your head to face the creature.

You weren’t sure what to expect, but it still wasn’t this.

A tall, gorgeous man leaned his shoulder against your wall. His hands stuffed lazily in the pockets of what looked like a very expensive black suit. He wore a red silk shirt underneath, several of the buttons undone to show off what looked like a very toned chest. Your eyes studied his features. He had shiny black hair that was slicked back, a couple strands still loosely hanging on his forehead. His eyes were the color of honey in the moonlight, you felt like you could swim in them. He had strikingly high cheekbones and a pair of beautifully shaped lips that were curled up into a smirk.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue, baby?” he chided.

“I didn’t think it would actually work.” You finally spoke in a small voice. In fact, his whole presence made you feel small. If the fact that he was much bigger than you wasn’t enough, it was his intensely seductive aura that made you feel like putty under his gaze. He chuckled and pushed himself away from the wall to saunter over to the edge of your bed, hands still in his pockets.

“Well it’s your lucky night sweetheart, I have to say your little summons was hard to refuse.” He cocked his head to the side as if he was studying you. His gaze boring into you as he shamelessly eyed your bare legs and exposed panties. “Haven’t felt this compelled to answer before.” His tongue darted out to lick his upper lip.

“So, do demons have names?” You asked honestly.

He chuckled at your question. “It’s Johnny”, he said.

You were taken aback at how normal his name sounded. “Okay Johnny.” you replied, “Are you really going to steal my soul and all that?”. He laughed again, finding your questions endearing. “No, doll face. It’s not like what you read in the stories. We simply require your energy to survive, and that energy comes from your….satisfaction.” He explained with a shit-eating grin.

“Satisfaction?” You questioned. He snickered. “Basically, the more I can get you to come for me, the more energy I receive.” He said a little too casually. You blushed at the vulgarity of his words. Johnny took notice. “You’re a cute thing, aren’t you?” he remarked.

“So are there any conditions? Nothing bad will happen to me?” You asked.

“Nope” He said. “Only if you consider amazing sex a bad thing.” He smirked again, obviously proud of himself. You bit your lip and looked down again, feeling small. You suddenly felt his fingers lift your chin up so that your eyes met his now very dark ones. “I can leave if you don’t want this, I’m not here to hurt you.” He said with a surprisingly soft tone. You melted. “No!” you said abruptly, cringing at yourself. “I mean- I want you to stay. Please.” You said sounding more pathetic than you wanted to. Your thighs were involuntarily pressing themselves together at this point.

Johnny’s face contorted from his previously soft expression into a devilish grin, relishing in your willingness to give in to him. He decided to toy with you further, he kept his grasp on your chin and leaned in further, his breath fanning your face, his eyes locked with yours. “I need a yes, kitten.” he said in a teasing voice.

Any resolve you had vanished into thin air in that moment. “God, yes. Johnny please-“ you gasped. His lips now grazed your ear as he softly chuckled, his breath warm over your skin; you felt your heartbeat pounding between your thighs. “I’m afraid he can’t help you now, love.” Johnny purred into your ear before latching his lips to your neck. They left a trail of fire on your skin as he continued. You felt the bed dip and Johnny gently pushed you down on your bed as he hovered over you. “So pretty, angel. Have you ever been touched like this?” He asked. You were losing touch with reality, all you could manage was a small “Never.”

The demon reveled in how strong his effect was on you. “I bet your sweet little pussy tastes like candy, huh baby?” He said into your other ear this time, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake as he made his way down your neck. His hands slid up your sides, pushing the shirt you had on up your torso and over your breasts. You helped him by lifting you head up so he could pull your shirt completely off before discarding it somewhere on the floor. His lips were now nipping at your collarbone, and descending further until he reached your pert nipples. You immediately arched your back as he took one of them in his mouth, the feeling being utterly euphoric and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

He lingered for a bit, then continuing his descent down your body leaving wet kisses in his wake before coming to the waistband of your panties. “Hope you don’t mind, darling.” He said before he used both hands to tear the fabric off your body like it was made of paper. He leaned up to reach behind him and pulled off his shirt, revealing his beautifully toned chest and abs. You couldn’t even protest to your ripped panties before Johnny threw your legs over his shoulders. He pressed a wet kiss to your clit and you yelped at how incredibly sensitive you were to even the slightest touch. He used his index and middle finger to spread your lower lips apart before taking a slow, languid lick from your entrance to your sensitive bud, now screaming to be touched. After what seemed like forever his tongue finally reached your clit where he closed his lips around it, gently sucking and licking with the tip of his tongue. The moans you let out sounded almost animalistic, finally getting some kind of relief.

He hummed at your reaction, the vibration of his lips sending shockwaves of pleasure to your every nerve. You felt him use his other hand to dip two fingers into your weeping heat, curling them and thrusting upwards into that sweet spot. The combination of his mouth and his fingers had you reeling in pleasure. “Holy fuck, Johnny.” You cursed, gasping for air. He picked up speed and pressure with his tongue and fingers, and your impeding orgasm was beginning to swell to the tipping point. It was almost like there was a moment of suspense, the a split second of what felt like teetering over the edge of a cliff. Suddenly you felt your climax crash over you like a monstrous wave. You practically screamed as it felt like electricity lit up every single nerve ending at once. You suddenly became aware of your legs shaking, and lifted your head to see that Johnny was relentless in his assault on your core, his face buried between your thighs. The muscles in his arm were rippling under his skin due to the brutal pace of his fingers. If anything, he picked up speed, attempting to help you ride out your orgasm for as along as possible.

After what felt like minutes of euphoria, you felt Johnny softly kiss your inner thighs and his hands soothingly caressing them. He crawled up your torso until his lips were in front of yours once again. “You taste so sweet baby.” He said before leaning down to connect your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. You could taste yourself on him as he licked into your mouth. Your hands came to his chest, feeling his firm muscles move under his skin. You still felt like your skin was on fire, everywhere his hands touched burned in the most delicious way.

Your kisses became more fervent- desperate even. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Johnny.” You breathed between kisses.

“Yeah babydoll?” He replied against your lips.

“Need you.” Was all you could muster.

“Need me where, angel?” You could hear the smirk in his lips as he teased, wanting to hear you beg.

“Inside me, please. Wanna feel full.” You whined.

“How could I say no when you sound so sweet?” Johnny chided.

He obliged by leaning up to unbuckle his belt in one swift motion and shoved his pants and boxers down. You gulped, he was huge. Definitely the biggest you had ever had. You were snapped out of your trance by Johnny’s laughing. “It’s okay love, I’ll be gentle.”

You thought that he was being sarcastic until you looked at his face to see him smiling softly at you, he leaned his body over yours and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away slightly and reached down to guide himself into your entrance. He slid in more easily than you thought, your arousal making for a frictionless entrance. Johnny’s gaze was intense, he stared down into your eyes, as if wanting to remember every detail of your face as you felt the stretch of his cock. You let out a breathy moan, eyes rolling back in your head from how utterly full you felt. “Fuck, baby. I’d hate to destroy your pretty little cunt.” His voice sounded low and gravely. He brought his lips down to your ear “But I think I’m going to have to.”

With that pulled back only to snap his hips into yours rather roughly, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He began to set a pace that didn’t seem humanly possible, until you remembered that he wasn’t exactly human. He had a strong grip on each of your thighs before throwing one of them over his shoulder before leaning down, the new angle now allowing the ridges of his cock to brush your sweet spot. He was impossibly deep, Johnny looked down to see the bugle of his member under the skin of your lower stomach. He groaned at the sight and reached down to feel his cock pistoling in and out of you.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “You like how I can feel myself buried in your guts baby?”

“Johnny” you breathed. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

He reached up to one of your breasts, rolling one of the sensitive buds between his fingers, pinching it lightly from time to time. He was everywhere, consuming all of your senses. The sensations so overwhelming that it hurdled you into your second orgasm.

“Johnny!” you practically screamed, something nobody had ever made you do before. You felt your heat convulsing almost violently around his length. You were vaguely aware of Johnny’s lips on your neck. “Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight love.” he said a little too sweetly.

Suddenly you felt him pull out of you, which made you lift your head up in confusion. “What about you?” you asked looking up at him. Your eyes trailed down to his still very hard length where his veiny, large hand was still languidly stroking it.

He gave you a smile that was almost alarmingly soft. It sent a shiver up your spine. He took you chin between his thumb and index finger. “Oh sweetheart, it’s adorable how you think I’m finished with you.” You gulped.

“On all fours baby.” He said softly. You were quickly to oblige. Your face was pressed into the soft sheets of your bed. You felt Johnny’s hand smooth over the swell of your ass and up your spine, then back again where he landed a slap to the flesh of your asscheek. You let out a pathetic moan, the delicious sting sending blood rushing straight to your clit once again.

You felt his length slide into your folds again, still not quite used to the stretch you hissed a bit. “So perfect angel, taking me so well.” Johnny cooed, you felt the muscles of his torso pressing into the skin of your back, his hands rubbing your sides soothingly.

“Johnny, please.” you pleaded. You needed him to do something, anything. He pulled you both up to your knees. One of his arms held you against his chest, the other traveled down your body until his fingers met your abused clit. He set another brutally fast pace, you keened and arched your back. You threw your head back to rest on Johnny’s chest, allowing him to look down at your beautiful body. You heard him groan and increase his pace on your clit, while the other hand moved to cup your breast.

“So beautiful.” He whispered. You were barely coherent, your whines and moans becoming more frequent. You knew he was a demon and this was about lust, but this felt strangely- intimate. “Look.” He said lowly. He grabbed your chin and turned your head to look back at him. “Look at me when I fuck you.” His gaze made your stomach do flips, it felt so disarming- like he could see your deepest fears and wishes. Your jaw went slack, he took that opportunity to press his mouth to yours in sloppy, messy kisses.

His fingers continued to build pressure and speed on your clit while the slid his other hand up from your breast to curl his fingers around your neck. You felt slight pressure on the sides of your neck as his grip tightened slowly. You let out a strangled moan at the new sensation, beginning to feel light-headed and weightless in his arms. You felt your third orgasm begin to swell; Johnny’s relentless pace, his ministrations on your clit, his grip on your neck and his tongue in your mouth had your whole body on fire. Your legs were about to give out and your vision was going white.

Johnny slightly loosened his grip on your neck to give you some air, he brought his lips against the shell of your ear. The tickling sensation of his breath as he whispered sent shivers down your spine. “Gonna fill you up, pretty girl.”

You let out a strangled moan, the thought of him coming inside you being surprisingly arousing. “Oh fuck.” you swore, “Please, come inside me”.

You heard him practically growl and felt him nip at your neck before he began to snap his hip up into you so hard that you felt your whole body moving with him. “Gonna come, fuck y/n.” Him moaning your name did you in, you were thrown over the edge as your third climax wracked your body. Johnny’s name left your lips like a mantra. Your walls throbbed around his length in huge waves; his pace stuttered as he spilled his load into your dripping heat.

Your body went completely slack against his, he just held you with both arms and pressed soothing kisses to your neck and cheek. He gently grabbed your chin to give you another kiss; this time soft, slow, and almost....loving.

You were suddenly aware of what was mostly likely his cum leaking out of you and down your thighs. Johnny helped you lie down on your back, before disappearing for a moment. You were remotely aware of him coming back to your side as we ran a warm wet washcloth over your inner thighs to clean you up. You winced slightly when it touched your sensitive folds. Johnny shushed you gently. “It’s okay baby, just cleaning you up.”

You were floating. Your eyelids felt like they weighed ten pounds. It sounded like you were underwater. Time was moving like you were in a dream. You were confused why a demon like him was being so tender and gentle with you right now. “Johnny.” you said weakly. “Yes, angel?” He replied.

“Are you real?” you whispered.

“I’m as real as you want me to be, love.” He whispered in your ear as you felt him softly brush your face with his hand.

You suddenly felt as if you whole body was sinking into your soft bed. Sleep washing over you, pulling you under its waves. You looked at his gorgeous face one last time, hoping to remember what the handsome creature looked like before letting your eyes fall shut.

“See you again, darling.” echoed in your ear before you finally let go of consciousness.

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You woke with a start. You looked around your room. The candle was still there, although totally melted. You were in your bed, the sun was shining through the windows. All seemed normal. It was a dream. You sighed sadly at the thought of Johnny not being real, considered just how lucid the whole experience was. You figured it was fun while it lasted, and was probably something that your wild imagination managed to conjure up. You got up like usual, got ready and left for work.

You trudged through your door much later than you should have been, your boss making you stay several hours late. You threw your bag to the ground once you entered your room and immediately started stripping out go your work clothes in an attempt to find something more comfortable. The room was dim, only the light of a small lamp illuminating the darkness. You stood in front of your mirror as you looked at your tired face, only in your bra and underwear. Then your eyes shifted to something behind you in the corner of the room.

You shrieked and turned around only to find that the figure was standing right in front of you now. It was that familiar, handsome face. His perfect lips curled up into that signature smirk as he peered down at you.

“Remember me?”

[375-mhz]

screaming and crying as johnny fucks you until you're squirting

[breadcatcreations]

I missed to you too princess ~ Johnny x reader

Pairing: Johnny x fem-reader

Genre: the fluffiest fluff,

Warnings: sickeningly sweet, umm yeh sorry but I was bored hehe

a/n: this is my ✨first fanfic✨ lol, umm yeh why not start with something sickeningly sweet. Hehe love Johnny so much so here you go :)

✨enjoy💕

Laying in bed staring at the ceiling was one of your favorite things to do when Johnny wasn’t glued to your side. Obviously you could play on your phone, watch a movie, or even do something active. But no. You were feeling to stubborn for that today.

Looking at the clock across the room, groaning. Only 4:08 are you serious. Rolling your eyes. Your eyes flicked back to the ceiling. The soft music playing in the background kept your mind from running wild with thoughts.

Watching the ceiling fan move in quick circles. Thinking about it now all you had really done today was go to the bathroom todo your morning routine and eat a small breakfast of a fried egg. Damn your lazy.

Looking back at the clock impatiently. It was now 4:14. Why did time go slower when your were waiting for someone?

The soft music was getting to you. Your eyes were getting heavy and your body relaxed. Sleep took over the world around you was black. Only to be interrupted by the annoyingly loud ringtone you had given Johnnys number. Groaning as your lazily grabbed the phone from the bed stand.

“Hello?” You had practically whispered as you answered the phone pressing it to your ear. “Hello?” Johnny responded in the same tone. That made you giggles.

“Hi baby!” He cheerfully said to your giggles. “Hi love” you responded. Johnnys voice echoed through your ear as he spoke “I got off work early, so I am going to pick up some food and coffee. What do you want?”

“I don’t care, what do you want?” You mumbled to your boyfriend. His soft giggles could be heard thought the phone. “I don’t know silly that’s why I’m asking you.” He softly giggled out. “How about i pick up the coffees then I’ll just come home and talk there?”

You perked up at that. “Yes, I want to see you so bad!” You whined out, making him giggle.

“I’ll be home in like 5 to 10 minutes.” You shook your head “okay, see you soon baby.” “Okay bye princess” with that you hung up the phone. Throwing it in the bed in the mess of the comforter and blankets. Giggling to yourself.

Your eyes flicked over to the clock, 4:38. Throwing the blanket off your body. Walking out to the living room. Laying on the ground in the middle of the floor. Yet again staring at the ceiling. This time there wasn’t a fan.

A small groan slips your mouth as you suddenly get cold. Propping your head up looking around the room. Smirking when you see your favorite blanket an arms length away from your head. Reaching up to grab it pulling the blanket snuggly around your body.

Closing your eyes waiting from your boyfriend to arrive. The soft music from your room fills your brain. Humming along with the music. Opening your eyes looking around the small apartment that you and Johnny called home. Spotting your cubby cat napping in his favorite spot.

“Come here Harry,” your whistled to the cat. His eyes slowly open look at you then close again. Huffing as you try to whistle at the cat again. This time he doesn’t open his eyes he just ignores you. Pouting.

The jingling of keys snaps you out of your sulking about the cat. Lay your head on the soft carpet. Waiting from Johnny to enter the house.

As the door opens you yell out his name. “Baby!!!” Jumping up from where you laid. “I’m coming princess.” He spoke out. He appears with two coffees in hand. Johnny quickly disappears into the kitchen then walks out. Your already ahead of him running into his arms. Your blanket cape making him giggles.

Wrapping your arms around his waist. Tilting your head up puckering your lips. He quickly smashes his lips against your. Giggles bubble out of both of your throats.

He pulls away first. Pressing a soft kiss on your head. “I missed you!” You pipe out as he pulls away from you.

Cupping your cheeks, he kisses you deeper. “I missed you too princess” you could feel the heat flush you checks.

Johnny caresses his thumbed over your check. Closing you eyes. “I love you princess” he whispers against your forehead. “I love you too baby,”

[mull3ts]

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟔𝐭𝐡 | 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐎

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; You probably shouldn’t argue with Dilf! Johnny

⚠ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Dilf! Johnny, Smut, Angry Sex, name calling, slight manipulation/bimbofication, daddy kink, degradation, maybe this is what Johnny was doing in this 👀

Not at you having a bad fight with Mr. Seo over text while he was at dinner.

It came to the point where he had to excuse himself just to drive to one of his secret apartments where you stayed.

The moment he shoved the door open, he scared you half to death. Mr. Seo's ever so slightly graying hair and not so prominent fine lines being visible when he stared at you with an odd mixture of love and hate in his eyes. Tension was very evident from where you sat and where he leaned against the doorway.

"I—"

"Don't"

You decided to keep your mouth shut after he spoke that single word and walked to where you sat on the floor. Mr. Seo crouched down, grabbing your chin forcing you to look at him. "You're such a brat, you know that?"

He smiled observing your reaction, but watched at you got lost in the sound of his voice and his smell of his cologne. Mr. Seo slid your shorts along with your panties down, "You're also such a needy bitch. But you know that, right?"

You nodded with tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Mr. Seo continued calmly not letting his anger show as he unbuckled his belt. "If you think for a second that making me angry is a good idea, I want you to think again." He lifted you onto your bed and immediately spread your legs, dragging his tip along your core.

"Already wet, huh? Did you get off on making Daddy like this?" Mr. Seo said giving you a haunting smile. You shook your head, but he tsked. "I didn't know my little angel was a liar now? Is that true? Maybe she's just my little cum dump now."

Shaking your head again, you whined a no but Mr. Seo was having none of that. He shoved his dick harshly into your core making you yelp out, grabbing onto his wrist that held your hips so tightly. His thrusts never faltered, ever. Mr. Seo remained unaffected by your unintelligible whines; focused on releasing all of his anger towards you, on you. "What? I can't understand you, use your mouth for something better than making Daddy angry."

Mr. Seo moved you onto all fours with your ass all his to mark. He slaps it harder than usual, his anger still not going down as he his your g-spot making you moan out louder than you already were. Your body started to feel as if it wad melting at Mr. Seo's touch, clenching harder and harder around him as he went harder and harder on you noticing your orgasm approaching. "Would you look at that, my angel's gonna cum. Such a whore for my cock, as always." He pulled out for a second, making you feel empty all of a sudden.

The moment was only short-lived when he grabbed you by the waist, forcing your pretty body up.

"If you think I'm done with you, try again. We're not done until I say so, understand?"

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @strangeduckvoid @dilfjsuh @krispysun  @rollypollypoing @bubudays @joh--pping @johnmarksbb  @changbinswifu @yutaalove @floweringtheflowers @huangvibez  ​@ncteaxhoe

[realllllfangirllllll]

Smile for the Camera (Pt.1)

Cam Boy! Jaehyun x Cam Girl!Reader AU

Part 2

NCT Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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Summary: You and Jaehyun embark on your sex cam rendezvous not too aware of the chances of being caught. 

Genre: filthy, shamless smut

Warnings: unprotected sex, voyeurism, spanking, not as kinky as the usual but it’ll get there in part 2,,,, ALSO a teeny featuring of John Suh :))

Word Count: roughly 1k

A/N: I’m back!!! I’m not quite ready to continue uploading BL just yet since I want to proofread my previous drafts first,,,but here’s a lil something spicy for yall dedicated readers~ Part 2 soon....with more Johnny....

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It’s been two months since you met the most charming man in college. Everyone who knew him thought he was the biggest sweetheart. He was also the school’s biggest pride, the star athlete. Ever since a coincidental meeting at the gym, both of you have been spending your time as often as possible. One yoga expert, one basketball star, everyone thought you and Jaehyun were the best fitness buddies. Little did they know, the two of you were stars of the sex cam world...

It all started when Jaehyun’s coach sent him to your studio to work on his balance and stress relief. While giving him private lessons, one thing led to another and Jaehyun soon found himself getting a different type of stress relief from you. Your sessions with him then became a common routine every Friday afternoon. Somewhere in between all your meetings with him, he suddenly told you about his need to earn more money. Shamelessly, you brought up having sex while getting paid. Jaehyun was a bit startled by your brazen behavior, but he soon laughed it off and decided that it wasn’t all that bad of an idea.

With the start of your sex cam business, what the two of you did in private was now out for the whole world to see. Viewers loved your beautiful moans and Jaehyun’s rock hard abs, not to mention the raw fucking. 

Surprisingly, you were content about the situation you were in. It gave you a large flow of cash for college and your desires were satisfied by the dreamiest man you’ve ever met. The two of you would often do live videos at his dorm since his roommate, Johnny, was studying abroad for his photography program. 

Today was no different. The moment Jaehyun turned on the webcam, he swiftly took his shirt off and chucked it over to Johnny’s bed. You bowed down in front of his laptop’s webcam with your ass up in the air, waiting for Jaehyun to fill you up. You heard the sound of his zippers and without warning, he prodded his length in you. Letting out a long, drawn-out moan, you rocked your ass to meet the rough pace of his hips. 

You muffled against the sheets, “harder baby…”

Without a second to waste, Jaehyun tightly gripped your hips and fucked you into the bed. The sounds of your moans and his low grunts filled the room. The harsh sound of skin slapping continuously echoed around the walls that were certainly recorded by the webcam. You let out a loud squeal when you felt his large hands land a smack on your right cheek. He continued to fuck you hard as he took his turn spanking each side of your ass. 

You felt his breath tickle your left ear as he growled in a low tone, “You like it when I smack your beautiful ass?” Just then, he landed another smack on your left cheek. Your body couldn’t handle it anymore and you fell onto the mattress, your ass no longer perked up for him. You felt him tower over you as he continued to relentlessly fuck you into the sheet, completely ignoring your inability to lift your body up. His large hands went to your small ones as he pinned them above your head. You grabbed the closest inanimate object there was, resorting to the bed frame. His strong and deep thrusts persisted and the bed shook. You felt yourself getting even more turned on by his actions and the sound of the creaking bed. You moaned again and again as his dick explored every inch of your walls. A particularly firm thrust hit your g-spot and you felt yourself clench around him as another moan left your throat.

“Fuck… don’t do that kitten, I might just cum right now,” Jaehyun groaned deeply.

“Jae,” you mumbled breathlessly, “I’m close.”

As soon as that word left your mouth, he pulled you to his body and sat you in front of the webcam, your breast on full display for the dedicated viewers. He grew close to cumming himself the moment you pushed yourself on his length and he grunted lowly next to your ears, “Ride me kitten.” 

You obeyed, bouncing up and down on his dick as he groaned deeply beside you, muttering, “good girl...that’s it, right there kitten.” You felt good being praised by him and rode his dick faster. Your eyes quickly glanced at the screen in front of you and saw hundreds of comments flowing in. Your boobs were on the screen bouncing up and down as Jaehyun thrust his hips upwards to meet your ass. 

A familiar feeling bubbled up inside you and a string of curses escaped your mouth. “Fuck. I’m going to cum please don’t stop...” 

Jaehyun was ready to make you unravel in front of the webcam before suddenly, both of you heard the door creak open. You felt Jaehyun still inside you and both your eyes landed on a tall figure standing by the threshold. 

When Jaehyun realized who it was, he smirked and continuing thrusting in you. Surprised by the sudden movement, you fell back onto his chest and reached for his bicep. You tried your best to get him to stop but he paid no attention to your pleas. You dreaded the moment the man walked closer but felt, all the same, so pleasurable with Jaehyun hitting your weak spot. You didn’t know what to do but to moan as he brought you so close to your breaking point. Unintentionally, you began to make eye contact with the man leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on his face. You felt Jaehyun nip at your ear and that’s when you lost it. You clenched around his dick and a loud moan ripped through your throat as you came undone. Your head fell back on Jaehyun’s shoulders as you moaned through your orgasm. Almost immediately, he connected his lips with yours, muffling your moans as he came in you. 

As the two of you came down from your high, you heard the man by the door chuckle deeply, “So this is what you’ve been doing while I was in England.”

———

[jungwooismydaddy]

Long day

parings ; Xiao dejun x fem reader

warnings ; mutual masterbating

note ; how are my babies doing,it’s been long since I updated I am completing my requests and will soon open requests again and remember asks are always open and sorry for mistakes if there are any <3

Coming home from a long exhausted day, not just exhausted but bad day too as he was messing up with choreography he tried his best to focus but all he did was mess up again and again. He was practising for too late as his members had to drag him home. Entering the dark house he thought that you would be fast asleep.

As He found you no where in the living room, as he slowly walked towards your shared room he thought that you would have already be fast asleep while hugging a pillow but to his surprise he saw a dim light coming from the room he felt sorry for making you wait for him as he slowly Creaked the door open but what he saw made him completely shocked.

He thought that the dim light coming would have been you watching a movie trying not to sleep and wait for him but there you were lying on your back, bare naked as the bed as one hand squeezing you boob and other one was rubbing your princess part fast trying to chase you high.

As you tried to quite down not wanting to be heard as your eyes rolled at the back of head at the heavenly feeling. But not as heavenly as xioajun, the way his fingers does magic inside you, the way he makes you scream, make you beg for him while he bangs you hard and deep oh god you were a total slut for that,”x-xioajun fuck” you moaned loudly not caring about anything but just about you high.

You suddenly heard a loud chuckle,”Can’t even wait till I come home, such a slut” this made you flinch and meet his strict gaze, you quickly sat up while tried to cover yourself up but xioajun was quick you tell you no,”Don’t you dare” he was still standing there as your eyes traveled down to his boner which was visible at this point. You mouth suddenly started to water as you just wanted to suck on his dick right now.

He slowly walked towards your direction you thought that he would come up to you but you were wrong he took the chair out and sat on that as your were confused,”Xioajun” you whined out he still didn’t answer as he looked up and down at you this is the first time you felt too exposed in front of him,”I wanna see how you rub yourself come one start”

You heisted a bit as your hands slowly reached down to your kitty. As you started to rub slow circles,”faster” he instructed strictly. Again picking up the pace starting to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves your legs started to shake at the immense pleasure.

The room we filled with wet sounds as you looked at xioajun , his gaze was still on you but his hands were around his dick, it was blush pink as pre cum was leaking through it. Small groans and moans left his mouth, you were so in your own pleasure that soon you felt you high coming back again.

You started to pick us you place as again you were close to chasing your high you felt his hot tongue on you wet pussy making you gasp loudly ,”Oh god yes” gripping his hair tightly as he roughly gazed his tongue on your kitty,”I am close xioajun k-keep going” And soon you were coming hard on his tongue.

You felt tired from all the work you had done and thought that xioajun too was over with you but you were so wrong in that as you again felt xioajun’s cold fingers on your sensitive pussy as he pinched you lips hard making your head snap into his direction,”Whoa you thought it was over no no pretty lady I haven’t even fucked your dripping pussy”.

[nctwd127]

What Could Have Been?

Part One.

You just started your job as a stylist for Nct. You were going to be one of the many that switched between subunits but you mostly worked with 127.

You met the members on three separate days, one day for each subunit and then on the fourth day you met them all together. There were a lot of boys but thankfully, you were able to manage with all of them.

As the weeks went by, you got to know each of them and their styles more and more. Which was wonderful because you got to see eye to eye with most of them, on their clothes that they were to wear for events and shows.

It was two months into the job and you had created friendships with some of the boys. While others, you hadn’t so much.

For some reason, you had not been able to meet on even grounds with Ten since the first day. You tried your hardest to at least be civil with him but it just seemed like he’s had it out for you since day one. You had no idea why, you were always nice and polite to him.

Ever since you felt that tension with him, you did your best to keep away from him and stay at a distance with him. Which seemed to be like he was doing too.

One day during lunch, you were sitting alone at one of the tables when all of a sudden Johnny strolled over and asked if he could join you. You said yes, of course and gestured at one of the chairs for him to sit at.

It was weird how quickly you got along with each other. You sat there for the lunch hour, conversing and laughing with each other. There were some personal questions asked here and there but nothing serious.

He asked if you were seeing anyone and what the story of your life was. After answering with some basic details of your life, you asked for the story of his life. To which he answered that he would tell you some other time.

After sharing lunch with Johnny that one day, it was rare to get some one on one time with him again. He never seemed to be around when you were at lunch and if he was, he’d join with other members who mostly talked to you.

One day, while you were in the practice room with them, you decided to be a little ballsy, or maybe a lot. Who really knows at this point what you were or what you were thinking.

During practice you had made a quick trip to the bathroom and decided to write him a little note on a piece of paper. You folded it up and made your way back like nothing happened.

Practice had ended and you were talking with Jungwoo about some of the moves for the song when Johnny walked over and joined the conversation.

The three of you talked about the song and they tried to get you to do some of the basic moves from the song but you greatly refused. At some point during the conversation you had lightly smacked Johnny’s arm in fits of laughter and he just looked down at you and smiled.

Jungwoo was called away by Yuta, leaving just the two of you. This was the perfect moment to give him the note you still held in your hand since the bathroom. But your nerves were beginning to get to you so you knew you had to act quickly.

“Well, looks like I’m about done here then.” You pointed out, looking down at your watch. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked him.

“Of course, I’ll see you then.” Johnny replied.

With the note in your hand, you stuck out your hand for him to shake. At first he raised his eyebrow at you and smirked, questioning your action.

You looked down at your hand and he followed your eyes, he finally understood when he saw the white on your palm. He shook your hand and took the paper with him when he let go.

Johnny watched you with a bit of wonder as you said your goodbyes to the rest of his members and then left the room. He put the note away in his pocket until he was alone to open it.

When he finally got the privacy, he pulled out the note and read it.

“Wanna tell me your story now? Text me xxx-xxx-xxxx”

He smiled to himself, feeling his heart jolt a bit as he pulled out his phone and punched your number in.

Arriving home, you were overthinking yourself into oblivion about what you just did when you heard a voice call out for you.

“Babe, you’re home?’ You heard your boyfriend call out for you from the living room.

Startled out of your anxiety, you walked down the hallway to your boyfriend.

“Hey baby.” You greeted him with a kiss.

In the midst of your kiss you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket, thankfully you had put it on silent before you entered the apartment.

Walking away from the living room and into the kitchen, you checked your phone for the notification.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: Hey, it’s Johnny.

-

What Could have been?

[osakaprince]

hello! ✨hope you have a good day!

anyway, would you like to write nct 127 reaction to their s/o doesn't want them to celebrate her birthday because of trauma? thanks before ✨

𝟏𝟐𝟕 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - to you not wanting to celebrate your birthday due to trauma

「 taeil 」

asks a lot of questions

but nothing too invasive

just wants to know what he should and shouldn’t do

you tell him and he’s nearly in tears

but he quickly changes the subject when he notices your eyes getting watery too

“how about we go visit my parents? they keep telling me how much they miss you.”

texts his parents beforehand to explain

they’re very excepting and don’t mention a thing

still can’t help but shower you with love when you arrive

“my goodness, y/n. you just get more beautiful everyday!”

“taeil, go get dinner ready. i wanna talk to y/n for a bit.”

you couldn’t ask for a better second family

「 johnny 」

tried his best to understand

he loves birthdays so not being able to celebrate his love’s was difficult at first

but is so respectful about it

acknowledges your past trauma and doesn’t mention it again

“wanna go bully mark into buying us hotpot? i know it’s your favorite~”

drags you into the living room and throws blankets at you to help build a fort

the most extravagant fort known to man

the two of you even finish the puzzle you’d been trying to complete for months

carries you to bed when you wind up falling asleep on the floor

“i love you more and more everyday.”

「 taeyong 」

is completely understanding

doesn’t ask too many questions because he doesn’t want to upset you

“wanna just watch a movie and order takeout?”

spends the rest of the day showering you with love

willingly let’s you put matching face masks on and paint his nails

runs you a bath, with tons of bubbles, as the night comes to an end

he winds up climbing in with you

starts putting bubbles on your face so you looked like santa clause

eventually, you both find your way back to the couch

where you practically stay up all night, just talking about anything and everything

knew from the beginning

the two of you were best friends before getting into a relationship

the two of you were best friends before getting into a relationship

the two of you were best friends before getting into a relationship

so he had already heard the backstory beforehand

makes sure the boys know not to make a huge deal out of the day

still wants to make you feel special

treats it like any other day, just with a tad bit of extra love

in subtle ways

like warming up a towel for when you got out of the shower

or kneeling on the dirty ground to tie your shoe when it comes unlaced

days like these were hard for you and he was aware

anything he could do to make sure you were comfortable, he was going to do

「 doyoung 」

gives his best effort to not mention it, as much as he wants to

still tells you happy birthday

but doesn’t make a huge fuss of it

just like you asked

kind of slips up sometimes

“wanna bake a cake for-oh, wait, sorry..”

you can only giggle at how hard he tries

the two of you do end up baking together tho

he insists on putting ‘DY is the best’ on top

and you let him

puts icing on your nose just so he can kiss it off

“man, i really am the best boyfriend, aren’t it?”

「 jaehyun 」

knows how it feels to be overwhelmed with birthdays

but hasn’t had the trauma that you’ve gone through

so he doesn’t throw a massive party or treat you any different on your birthday

at least wants you to be relaxed for the day

cooks you all three meals

cleans the apartment (because he knows how much the mess can stress you out)

even does the laundry

which he despises any other day

“you know i love you, right?”

“yeah?”

“i hope you do know that because this laundry is about to make me file for divorce.”

.. you weren’t even married

「 jungwoo 」

genuinely concerned

hasn’t ever met someone who didn’t celebrate their birthday

but is quick to adapt

“okay.. then let’s.. go out for dinner. which is definitely not for your birthday.”

“just a little date for us, nothing else.”

picks out your outfits (and of course it’s coordinating)

does your hair

takes you to this fancy (like.. $$$.. fancy) restaurant

the two of you drink a little too much and had to get a taxi back home

takes your makeup off when you get home because you’re too tired to

gets you changed and in bed, where he gives you loving kisses until you fall asleep

「 mark 」

is confused at first

because he loves celebrating just about anything (whether it’s for him or someone else)

but doesn’t push it once you explain why

still claims that he wants to make your day special

even if it was just simple things that don’t necessarily represent birthdays

takes you on a walk through the park

and carries you over his shoulder when you start complaining about your feet hurting

pays for your drink at the cafe

because he always manages to “forget” his wallet any other time

he’s very caring and just wants you to feel okay on the day that hasn’t been the same for a while

「 donghyuck 」

is upset

only because he made you upset when he threw a surprise party that ended up in you crying

and not happy tears

he took you outside where you explained why your birthday was no longer something you celebrated

pulled you into a bear hug and kissed the top of your head repeatedly

“from now on, we’ll treat it like a normal day.”

“oh no, please don’t cry again or i will too.”

makes sure to inform the members, though not going into details for the sake of privacy

spends the rest of the day with you, laying in bed and reminding you just how much he loved you

[perhapsthanatos]

06:23 pm with johnny ♡

nct's johnny x fem!reader (somewhat inspired by king henry viii & anne boleyn when watching a documentary about them & their love story as well as gimme gimme johnny era omg)

alternate title: the lady in waiting

genre: angst. fluff. non idol au. royal!au.

word count: 830~

playlist: rain in numbers by beach house, amsterdam by alice phoebe lou & bobby by beabadoobee.

warnings: cheating (if you consider it to be cheating?). having a bit of a historical theme, this is still a work of fiction, so some information may not be accurate. lowercase intended. not proofread.

a/n: this idea was floating around in my head for awhile now & im happy that i am finally able to execute it! big thanks to @2-cute-4-school as well because she helped me fully flesh out this idea! i also wanna apologize, i was kind of rushing when writing this so it might just be mediocre but i do plan on going back later on & fixing it :) happy reading

the early evening starts to descend as the anticipation in the castle thickens heavily. tonight, a ball will be hosted by none other than the royals of the palace themselves. this quite clearly, is a major event and it is not at all like the regular court meetings that you were familiar with. the kinds of balls your monarchs would throw were known to begin during the evening and end during the early hours of dawn doing god knows what. more footsteps and whispers of gossip about the infamous guests coming from all around the world spread more and more rapidly, but you continue to focus on the task at hand.

“y/n, dear, do you mind tightening this a little more for me?” she queen asks as she eyes the mirror in front of her, squeezing her waist a bit more to exaggerate her proportions. it is her ball after all, she needs to look perfect.

“yes, your grace,” you pull the strings of the stays firmly to make it fit even more tighter, looking at her face for a sign of approval.

“perfect,” she smiles as you start doing the next steps.

a bumroll. a simple light silk spanish farthingale boned with cane. a plain underskirt. a beautiful dark patterned full kirtle. a deep red overskirt. a matching bodice with sleeves. more sleeves. gold jewelry and pearls. hair and makeup. all was quite taxing, but you were used to it.

finally patting down on the skirt of her gown, getting rid of any lint, dust or even hairs, you bid your queen a goodbye as she leaves the bedchambers with her mistress of the robes.

you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, turning to walk to the balcony.

the moon has become a close friend of yours. you often visited her in the hours you felt the most loneliest, whispering secrets only the two of you know. sure, being a lady in waiting and a lady of the bedchamber was a big honor. coming from an aristocratic family to having the chance to be standing beside of the queen in the center of the court was definitely a spot you had to fight for. but now that you are here, having the queen’s trust and being a big player at court, there were times when you wish that you weren’t. these second thoughts have always been something you feared of. what if i’m just being ungrateful? what if i’m just exaggerating things? you memorized it all by heart. if anything, it really isn’t your first time doing this. it is more like a regular occurrence. when you are not doing courtly things, working on your duties or working with the queen, you help dress the her up. making sure she looks perfect for the night and watch her head off to the ball with her (very handsome) king and even the other two of her ladies in waiting. all the while you were left behind to wait for her arrival back to her bedchambers. as much as you love your highness, there were moments where you truly felt lost, but only the moon knows that.

a sudden knocking from the entrance of the room interrupts your thoughts as you straighten yourself up to answer it.

opening the door, you see that it is non other than the king himself.

johnny (the first of his name) has always been known to be a king that the nation wholeheartedly adored. he was handsome, he was clever and he was very kind too. he is ambitious in his reign as king and he stays very loyal to his queen. it would be a lie if you said you weren’t attracted to him, but honestly who wasn’t?

the queen. being the lady in waiting that would most often be tending to her in her bedchambers, you would listen to her venerably spill many little secrets during those sleepless nights after a busy day. she would mindlessly babble on how johnny was such a good person, but she didn’t love him in that way. she only married him because it was arranged by her father to help strengthen the two nation’s alliance. but even then, she never really fell for him and nor did he. she often discussed between her servants in secret on having at least one of her ladies in waiting be his mistress mostly for the convenience of it. she wanted the best for him and her ladies. and it made sense too, it would be something between the court so there would be no major scandal and every lady in waiting was already from a very wealthy family so it was a perfect fit.

“your majesty,” your head instantly bows on instinct before opening the door wider to see him in full. it’s hard to not stare, especially in his formal attire that fits his frame so perfectly. “what are you doing here? shouldn’t you be with the queen down at the ball?”

“i wasn’t feeling up to it. besides, the queen has the ball covered, and i wanted to spend more time with you.”

his bluntness has rendered you speechless. the king of all men wanted to spend time with you? sure, you’ve noticed the little glances he’d throw your way during court meetings but you never really thought of it. but without your knowledge, he violently liked the way you held yourself and how you would speak so bravely during those meetings. devout, unflinching and composed to the end in a room full of noblemen.

“may i enter?”

you open the door wider for him to step into the room. you see him go straight to the balcony, his eyes set on the moon.

“the moon looks lovely tonight,” he smiles, his forearms leaning on the railing.

“she sure does,” you mirror his movements, resting your hands near his. as you admire the moon, he can’t help but admire you in the moonlight.

as you both sit in a comfortable silence together, whispers from the servants below subtly reach the queen one lady in waiting at a time. she smiles in victory. her little plan finally worked.

© perhapsthanatos (efa)

[boplee]

Taken 🖤

Synopsis: “A fight or flight response is useless. No matter the situation...you stay and you fight.” It has taken Faye years to build and lead a seemingly perfect life. Just as things seems to be okay, Faye’s entire world caves in when the one thing she cares for is stripped away from her. Her children.

Word Count: 239 words

| Angst 💔|

🖤🖤���🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Epilogue- How I got here.

It was just going to be a regular drive home. My normal everyday routine. Just me and the boys enjoying the company of one another.

I wish I had never stopped at that light.

I wish I had never turned around.

I wish I had fought back.

It all happened so fast, I had turned around to see the boys sleeping happily. I couldn't help but smile to myself knowing that we were a happy family. Once I faced the wheel again the glass beside me shattered and my head was covered. I felt myself being dragged away from my seat. All I could hear was the sounds of my children screaming out for me.

"MOM...MOM...STOP I WANT MY MOM!!!" I heard Jisung cry.

"MOM...JISUNG...HELP ME!!!" Chenle's voice rang through my ears.

"DON'T HURT THEM.....PLEASE NOT MY BABIES DON'T HURT THEM!" I begged and pleaded.

My mom told me it would be a bad idea to come here. I should've listened but I was so in love. I followed Dylan wherever he went. He held a power over me that no one else had. I loved him with every part of me. All my heart and all my soul.

But he abandoned us. He just left with no trace.

No goodbyes.

No last kiss.

Didn't even tell the boys. I thought he loved us......I thought he loved me.

_______________________________________________

Hi guys 😁 I know you guys are still waiting for You Come in Waves and I promise I'm trying to get it done 😭. But in the meantime, this is just a thought that popped into my head, of a series I would like to start. I'll be uploading Chapter 1 soon but I wanted to see if this would catch you guys attention.

[baekhyyun]

[11:46 AM]

» pairing: suh johnny x reader

» genre: sfw, fluff, established relationship

» word count: 560

» warnings: none

“___, wake up.”, a hoarse voice slowly waking you up from your peaceful slumber. Trying to ignore the voice you curled yourself under the warm blanket to shield your eyes away from the bright light coming from the window. 

“Come on babe, you’re going to be late.”, the voice whispered again. 

No matter how hard you tried to fall back to sleep, you couldn’t. Huffing annoying you unwrapped yourself from under the blankets and snuggled into your lover's chest basking in the warmth coming from his body.

“Please, don’t let me go. I don’t want to wear pants, wanna stay in bed with you.”, you groaned.

All you heard was the breathy laugh coming from Johnny as he squeezed you into his chest. “I know you don’t want to, but you haven’t seen your friends in a while. I promised them that I would get you out of bed and out the door before noon.”, he answered.

If you knew that your friends threatened your boyfriend to get you out the door to meet them, you wouldn’t have stayed over his place. Cursing your friends under your breath for being evil was a normal thing for your boyfriend to hear no matter the time of day. They knew that fighting Johnny was a battle you would never win and you hated it. 

“Up, up. It’s getting late and I don't want you to stress over you being late.”, he explained.

Accepting defeat, you remove yourself from his hold making your way to the restroom for a shower. While you did what was needed to do, Johnny made his way towards the kitchen to make you both a cup of coffee. Just like him, you were addicted to coffee. Needing your daily cup to function was the only way for you to make it through the day with your friends.

Walking into the kitchen your eyes fell on the cup of coffee and the man standing by it with his own in hand. You made your way towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist and thanking him for the coffee.

“Please be safe and I’ll see you later.” he said while planting a kiss on the top of your head. “If you need anything I’m only a text or call away.” 

Looking up towards the tall man your heart fluttered at his words, you knew that he would drop anything if you asked him to. This was one of things that made you fall for him so quickly, he was selfless when it came to the people he cared for. While deep in thought Johnny lended down giving you a sweet kiss to bring you back, if you could spend the whole day with him you would do it in a heartbeat. 

It was moments like these where you both cherished being in each other's arms. Nothing like this beat that feeling, but the more you stayed you knew that your friends were going to complain about you not being on time. So you turned around and drank your coffee in dangerously huge gulps and left the empty cup in the sink. 

You rushed towards the door grabbing your coat and keys, “Bye babe! I’ll see you in a couple of hours with takeout!”, you yelled into the room as Johnny just chuckled at your behavior hearing the door close.

Copyright © 2020 baekhyyun. All rights reserved. Please do not repost on any platform or translate without permission.

[jisooapproved]

Smut Prompt- Request open

Genre-smut

group-NCT

18+ NO MINORS

You can ask me which prompt you want by the “ask” page by putting the emoji and which NCT member you want!

🖤- “You really are trying to push my buttons huh? Well, let’s see how you be acting after I’m done with you?”

❤️- “Wow, Y/N you look- just-”

😈- “Aww, are you shy? Why? If you liked *your kink* you could’ve told me sooner! I don’t mind.”

❌-“Why don’t we try something else this time hm?” *your toy choice*

[svtetudos]

You get home after a long day of work and see your boyfriend Johnny teaching your new boyfriend Mark how to be a good sub.

(If you guys want me to write a full au about this just say it :))

[mostlycompetentwriter]

Limitless- Chapter Two

M/F Main Pairing: Y/N x Johnny Seo (M/F side pairing: Y/N x Jaehyun)

Genre: Fantasy AU, Harry Potter AU

Word Count: 7K

Warnings: Language

Summary: Y/N’s first day at Hogwarts is anything but magical. One of her new roommates proves to be nothing short of despicable and her classmates seem to disapprove of her because of the very last name she has grown to despise. Of course, there’s also Johnny Seo to worry about because he seems determined to annoy Y/N at every opportunity.

Tag List: @do-you-like-riddles @ki-aechan @the-usernames-i-like-are-taken @happy-tapioca69 @powerstobe @rissaxworld @dru-shadow @completenctrash @haechans-sunflower​  nekojohndo  n0teanoshade

Chapter Two

“We’re only as strong as we are united, and weak as we are divided”- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

The following morning, I startled awake feeling strangely disoriented after a restless night of sleep. It always happened in new situations, whenever I traveled somewhere far from home. But it was only a temporary distortion, and I eventually recognized my unfamiliar surroundings and remembered my transfer into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a sobering realization and instead of lingering on the subject, I started dressing in my new robes, thumbing over the Hufflepuff insignia which stood out against the black. 

I wasn’t really concerned with my appearance, ensuring that my new roommates were still asleep before closing the door to our shared dormitory with a weary sigh. You see, I had learned their names last night and they seemed kind enough to pass as friendly, until one of them cornered me in the bathroom with a cunning smirk. It was easy to recognize her intentions. “Your name is familiar,” she remarked. “I think I remember seeing it in the paper.”

I froze in front of the mirror, hating the fear I saw reflected in my eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I think you know,” she said, refusing to back down. “Your mom is the one who killed all those Muggles. That wasn’t very nice, was it?”

I held my tongue, choosing to ignore her comment by brushing past the arrogant girl who suddenly made me doubt the characterization of Hufflepuff as honorable and loyal. It also made me second-guess the sorting hat’s conundrum, faced with the decision to either sort me into Hufflepuff or my mother’s chosen House from her childhood. I mean, perhaps the sorting hat chose wrong and I should be downstairs in the dungeons with the other Slytherin students who might be inclined to celebrate my mother’s use of the Dark Arts.

I shivered at the idea, deciding it was better to remember that my other roommates were at least approachable. In fact, a kind 6th year named Lisa regaled me with stories of her summer vacation in the United States. Surprisingly, I found myself enamored with her conversation, picturing the places she visited with vivid clarity. But it might also be best to resist the temptation to linger in my recollections because I was suddenly anxious to see Jisung. 

After I managed to calm my nerves, I left the quiet dormitory with bigger motivations. Graciously, I was mostly successful in finding the Great Hall, only pausing to question a wandering ghost who was more than willing to lead me in the right direction. “I remember when I was a student,” the ghost said. “You’ll find your true home here.”

I scoffed at the idea, disregarding his claim before entering the relatively empty communal hall. Because it seemed that most Hogwarts students preferred the comfort of their beds as opposed to the promise of breakfast, which was perfectly fine with me since it meant confronting less faces. Some of which sat at the Hufflepuff table which I decided to ignore, walking in the direction of the Gryffindors where several students studied me with surprise. “Jisung,” I grinned, alerting my younger brother to my presence.

Jisung squealed over his mouthful of cereal, patting the empty space next to him which I gladly accepted, nodding at Chenle who sat across the table. “Good morning, Y/N,” he said, reaching out for another helping of bacon.

“Hello, Chenle,” I said before turning to Jisung. “Did you sleep well?”

Jisung nodded, cheeks bulging with food. “Chenle showed me how to play Wizard’s chess.”

“Interesting,” I said before lowering my voice. “Is there anyone who bothered you?”

“No,” Jisung said with a shake of his head. “They were all nice.”

I nodded, reaching over to fix Jisung’s hair since my brother apparently decided that a few brush strokes were good enough to tame his messy locks. “Shouldn’t you try to look presentable?”

“Don’t do that,” he whined, half-heartedly pushing at my hands. “People are looking.”

I followed his gaze, glaring at a group of Ravenclaw students who had paused their conversation to consider us like we were a pair of interesting magical creatures. “Ignore them,” I said, dismissing his concerns.

But that didn’t deter our onlookers who continued to watch us from afar, speaking in tones that invited suspicion. “It’s her daughter!” one of them hissed and I tensed immediately, turning around to search the group for the purveyor of such gossip. The potential to jeopardize my time at Hogwarts. Instead, it suddenly felt like the entire room had grown smaller and everyone was looking at me with evident distrust.

I felt my cheeks flush when I forced myself to glare down at my empty plate. Vaguely, I could hear Chenle greet someone with a cheerful tone, but I didn’t pay attention until a hand landed on my shoulder. “Are you alright, Y/N?”

Despite my flustered condition, I was still able to recognize his voice.  “Jaehyun,” I exhaled, watching him occupy the empty space next to me. “I’ve been thinking a lot about classes.”

Jaehyun nodded, simply accepting my excuse. “The Professors are all excellent here.”

“Yes, Hogwarts has a formidable reputation,” I said, nodding slowly in response. “My first class is Potions.”

“Oh,” Jaehyun said. “Well, I don’t have to take potions this year.”

“It’s required for my course of study,” I said. “Auror training,” I added before he could inquire.

“Impressive,” he remarked, smiling at my ambition. “I don’t think I can consider myself skilled enough for potions.”

“Save it for the pitch,” Chenle said. “You should watch us play, Y/N. Gryffindor has the best Quidditch team.”

Jaehyun scoffed at his cousin’s claim, but the red tint to the tips of his ears gave away his embarrassment from the praise. He said something else to his cousin, but my focus had returned to the Ravenclaw girls who had spoken out of term. I found them watching me still, eyes narrowed in suspicion. They started talking again, tones rising loud enough for me to overhear, which I knew was their intention from the start. “She certainly looks like her mother. Do you think we need to lock the doors in the dormitory at night? I wouldn’t want to wake-up to intercept the daughter of a convicted criminal...”

“What did you say?” Jaehyun interrupted, startling the girls who all looked up at him simultaneously. 

“Jaehyun,” one of them shrieked, a rather noisy affair that hurt my ears more than their words had injured my pride.

“It’s fine,” I said, rolling my eyes in their direction. “Don’t pay them any attention, that’s what they want.”

“I know, but if they were truly honorable, then they wouldn’t care,” Jaehyun said. He fixed them with a stern look that seemed to invite no further comment, and I watched the girls quickly scramble to leave without another word. “Nobody should care about that,” Jaehyun said and I frowned when I realized that he had inadvertently confirmed that he also knew about my mother. It only made me wonder if the rumors had already started, seeding their way through the eager crowds of gossips who were looking for an interesting topic for their late-night affairs. “It doesn’t matter, I’d like to introduce you to some friends of mine,” Jaehyun continued, ignorant to my glowering while he waved down a passing pair of students. They immediately diverted their course, friendly smiles and salutations as they joined our breakfast group. “This is Winwin and Jungwoo.” 

The two boys offered me a friendly smile. “Gryffindors?” I asked, glancing at Jaehyun for confirmation.

He nodded. “Well, Winwin likes to brag about his house allegiance, but Jungwoo is actually in Ravenclaw. He’s the same year as us.”

“Really?” I asked, directing the question to the shy fifth-year student ducking his head shyly.

“Jaehyun and I are in the same Defense Against the Dark Arts class,” Jungwoo said. “I’m also taking Herbology this year.”

“He’s being modest,” Winwin said. “Jungwoo is the best in our year.”

“Oh? I’m taking Herbology as well,” I said, suddenly noticing the Ravenclaw crescent on his robes. 

 “It’s more of a hobby,” Jungwoo said. “I’m interested in doing further research.”

 I nodded vacantly, turning my attention to Winwin who was already enjoying the breakfast feast prepared for the students. His robes displayed the familiar Gryffindor insignia that matched the one attached to my step-brother’s new House. I studied him carefully, deciding he looked friendly enough. Winwin seemed rather comfortable with Chenle, which must mean he spent a lot of time around Jaehyun and that was good enough for me to accept him as a potential friend. And I wouldn’t say that for everyone. Say, for example, certain dark-haired Syltherin students who didn’t seem to understand the concept of personal space.

Still, despite my best efforts, I couldn’t help but bristle when Johnny’s shadow fell over Jaehyun, even while I tried to ignore the unwelcome presence. “What a beautiful example of House Unity,” Johnny said. “But why isn’t Slytherin represented?”

The other Gryffindors surrounding us had grown quiet, watching Jaehyun and Johnny’s interaction with complete attention. I got the feeling that these exchanges were commonplace. “There’s not many people who want you around, Seo.”

“Really?” Johnny asked, feigning shock as he met several hostile stares. “I was under the impression that I was a popular student.”

A snort of laughter from Johnny’s side, and I glared at his friend. “Is that funny?”

His light-brown hair matched the color of his eyes, narrowed as he glared at me. “Maybe it is.”

“Ten,” Johnny said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We should be nicer to Y/N.”

I shivered, hating the way my name fell from his lips. “I think I gave off the wrong impression.”

Johnny stood straighter with a smirk. “Is that so?”

I sighed when I realized I had unwittingly given him the attention he was obviously seeking. “Is there something you want?”

“Be careful, Y/N,” Johnny said. “You’re asking dangerous questions.”

I frowned, but kept my mouth shut when Jaehyun abruptly stood from the table. He turned around to face Johnny. “Why don’t you go back to your other friends, Seo?”

Johnny’s gaze was still focused on me as if Jaehyun had never spoken, but I kept my attention firmly fixed on the unappetizing food spread across the table. “I have friends in Gryffindor, Jung,” he finally said and Jaehyun snorted in obvious disbelief. “See you in class.”

Well, I could try and remain unaffected, but I still breathed a sigh of relief once he was finally gone.

The nuisance of Hogwarts being such a large school meant that I had the daunting task of navigating its complicated halls and dormitories without any knowledge or experience. Unlike the first years, I wasn’t offered a complimentary tour of the castle; instead, I was expected to figure out the complexities of the moving staircase for myself only when I nearly lost my grip on the hand-railings. Thankfully, after an unnecessary scolding from a portrait who seemed absolutely incensed by my incompetence, I was able to find the potions classroom relatively unscathed.

Fortunately, I started my day early enough so that I could arrive to class and scout a table at the front of the classroom for maximum viewing. It was optimal considering my capacity for thorough note-taking, ensuring I wrote down every word from the professor so that I could later study for hours in the comforts of my bed. Hopefully, with an absence of at least one of my new roommates...

“Hello, Y/N.”

Unfortunately, I also had the frequent misfortune of wearing out my luck before I could completely reap the benefits, which meant that I was forced to meet Johnny’s dark gaze. “What do you want?”

“Right now? A seat close to the front,” he said, slamming his book down on the table next to me. “But if I need anything else, you’ll be the first to know.”

I chanced a brief survey around the room, frowning at the empty seats littered throughout the classroom. “I guess this means I have to move.”

“Oh, please don’t,” Johnny pouted. “What if I told you that I’m really good at potions?”

“I’m good too,” I muttered, glaring down at the blank parchment in front of me. “I hope you’re not insinuating that you might be able to help me.”

He ignored my comment, reaching out to rest his hand atop the lid of my cauldron. “You don’t have to make a big deal out of this.”

I rolled my eyes. “Is that right? I wasn’t under the impression that I was making a big deal out of anything.”

“How cute,” Johnny smirked. “You’re so easily offended. Are you sure the rest of our classmates are playing nice? I’d imagine that you might have gotten a few glares in the hallways.”

“What? Are you stalking me?”

“No, but I do pay attention,” Johnny said. “The same thing happened to me, until they learned not to mess with a Seo.”

I scoffed, considering the subtle threat to his words. “Are you trying to intimidate me?”

Johnny groaned. “I think you have a hard time recognizing your allies. Don’t underestimate my intentions!”

“Your intentions? I don’t want a friend.”

“Okay, maybe I can be a silent guardian,” Johnny said with a sly wink. “What do you think about that, puff?”

“I think I’m moving,” I said, reaching for my textbook and cauldron. However, with an exaggerated sigh, I came to the realization that the rest of our classmates had claimed the remainder of the tables with their new partners while I was busy arguing with Johnny. 

“What was that, Y/N?”

I grimaced, but sat back down. “Just do me a favor, Seo. Don’t talk to me.”

Johnny grinned, leaning in closer despite my opposition. “The professor is the head of Slytherin.”

“Congratulations. I think I just figured out why you’re so good at potions.”

“I only cheat when I forget to study,” Johnny said with a dismissive shrug. “But I heard that we’re making the draught of peace today.”

“Stop trying to worm your way into my good graces, Seo,” I snapped at him. “It’s never gonna happen.”

“That’s disappointing,” Johnny said, reclining back in his seat. “I guess I’ll have to try harder.”

I withheld a sharp retort when the professor entered our classroom. “Students! Welcome to fifth-year potions.”

I narrowed my eyes, recognizing Professor Zhang from the previous evening’s affairs regarding my sorting. “As you might assume, because of the high expectations for this course, I have instigated a strenuous curriculum designed to cultivate the minds of only the brightest students. In this class, we will explore the most complicated potions while gaining a complete understanding of their creation. Most of our instructional activities involve hands-on learning and intensive partner work, so I hope you’re pleased with the person sitting next to you.”

I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate even as Johnny moved in closer. “I think we’ll make great partners, Y/N.”

“Shut the hell up,” I hissed, unintentionally bearing down harder on the quill I was using to take notes, resulting in a very nasty splotch at the top of my parchment.

“I’m sure the best potions students have read the introduction in your textbooks, but we’ll start with something simple to refresh our minds. Today’s assignment: brew the draught of peace before the end of designated classroom activity. Be quick, but alert! There might be a prize for the first pair to brew the potion successfully.”

I wasn’t interested in a prize, but the idea of placing myself ahead of the rest of my classmates was enough to encourage me to tolerate Johnny’s presence for the time being. “Get the ingredients,” I snapped at him. 

“Of course,” he replied with a pleasant tone that still managed to piss me off simply because it was Johnny Seo and he was having an unusual amount of success in getting under my skin. Nevertheless, I continued to surprise myself with an aptitude to concentrate and perform even under the most stressful of circumstances. As such, once Johnny returned with the ingredients, I forgot about his intrusive inclusion, choosing to focus on the instructions in the textbook, frowning as I chopped the parsley into my cauldron. “Oh, look at you,” Johnny said, complying with my request to skin the fresh roots. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you happy.”

“This is what I’m good at,” I muttered, reaching for my spoon to churn the ingredients. 

“I can tell,” Johnny acknowledged. “What made you decide to pursue potions? Most people usually take this class because of their course of study.”

“Auror training,” I answered him absent-mindedly, too distracted by the task at hand to consider the repercussions in exposing my future plans.

“Then we’re very similar, Y/N,” Johnny smirked. “Wouldn’t it be interesting if we became work colleagues one day?”

“Only if you can pass all the classes.”

Johnny laughed. “I could say the same thing to you.”

I bristled. “There’s no room for failure.”

“Because of your mom.”

I paused in the middle of reading the final instruction, turning to look at Johnny with a stern glare. “Don’t talk about my mother, Seo. She has nothing to do with my decisions.”

Johnny returned the intensity of my stare before I broke our fierce competition to finish the potion. “You know, Y/N,” Johnny said, reaching out to halt my movements. “I can always tell when someone is lying to me.”

I swallowed hard, meeting his inquisitive gaze to show him that I wasn’t intimidated. “You don’t need to know my life-story, Seo.”

“I suppose it isn’t necessary,” Johnny agreed before allowing a cunning smirk to overcome his features. “But I’d really like to find out.”

I unconsciously shivered at his close proximity. “Do you mind stirring the potion?”

Johnny smirked, allowing the distraction. “You’re the most interesting person at Hogwarts, Y/N,” he said. “How can I not be curious?”

I struggled to respond, watching the fumes from our bubbling potion darken from pink to red before I raised my hand high in the air to attract Mr. Zhang’s attention. “I think we’re done, sir.”

“For now,” Johnny whispered, almost as an afterthought, which I chose to ignore; instead, I focused on Mr. Zhang’s praise for our completed potion, deeming it perfect which made me, however briefly, reconsider my previous stance on Johnny’s competence as my new partner. 

My favorite class at Durmstrang, an instructional course on the foundations of the Dark Arts, became the necessary catalyst for my insurmountable desire to become an Auror. I remember telling my former Professor of my plans and watching his expression lighten despite the stoic attitude he frequently expressed around the other students. “Why, Miss Y/L/N,” he said. “I can’t think of a more suitable occupation.”

I became fascinated by the Dark Arts, spending a majority of my free time reading literature on Ancient Spells or Unforgivable Curses. It was all grandiose to someone who had firsthand experience with an infamous Witch who abused all the rules and conduct governing our use of the Dark Arts. Because of that experience, my sole desire in life was to understand every nuance concerning the Dark Arts, covering an extensive history that precluded all measurable time. 

When I first transferred into Hogwarts, I made sure that I would be enrolled in Defense Against the Dark Arts. The study was a crucial component to my Auror training, and I had no intentions of foregoing the opportunity to expand my knowledge. It was also a class I shared with Jaehyun, who caught my attention the moment I entered the room. It was impossible to look away, especially when he slyly pushed out the chair next to him because I could take a hint.

“It’s not been difficult, right?” he asked me. “Finding your classes?”

“I’ve managed,” I said. “The map is helpful.”

Jaehyun seemed more excited about my relative success than I had been. “Nobody is giving you trouble?”

I briefly remembered my previous class with Johnny. “I think...everyone is on their best behavior.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Johnny and his rude friend claiming the last empty table. “Professor Kim teaches this class,” Jaehyun continued, ignorant to the object of my attention. “She’s the head of Hufflepuff.”

“We met,” I replied. “Yesterday.”

“Your sorting,” Jaehyun nodded. “How are your new roommates?”

Thankfully, I didn’t have to worry about concerning Jaehyun with my personal problems because a commanding voice suddenly interrupted his interrogation. “Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts!”

Professor Kim wore the regular Hufflepuff robes, identical to the ones I discovered waiting for me this morning, and her bright green eyes surveyed my now-silent classmates. “A new year at Hogwarts calls for a celebration. Fifth-years, as designated upperclassmen you now have the privilege of learning advanced spells to defend yourselves against the dark forces which regularly try to upend order in our magical community.”

I sat forward eagerly, reaching for my quill and a spare bottle of ink from the bottom of my bag. “Today, we’ll be discussing the Impediment Hex. It is a simple Jinx that can slow down or completely immobilize the movements of a target. Of course, it rarely lasts more than a few seconds.”

Jaehyun chuckled from next to me, watching as I fought to record the entirety of Professor Kim’s lecture. “In practical use, it can easily allow the user precious time to escape the effects of a counter-spell. As someone who once wrote an entire essay on the Jinx itself, I can tell you that it’s one of the most underrated magical hex’s in existence, which is why I’d like a pair of willing students to volunteer and demonstrate for our class.”

Professor Kim’s smile was not enough to encourage my classmates to willingly step forward and potentially embarrass themselves. “Nobody?”

“I’ll do it!” an irritatingly smooth voice broke through the suffocating silence.

“Mr. Seo,” Professor Kim blinked. “That’s surprising.”

“I’m good at Jinxes,” Johnny bragged, much to the amusement of the other Slytherin students.

“Johnny’s good at everything,” another gushed and I understood what the others meant when they said that Johnny was a popular student. 

“I see,” Professor Kim grimaced. “Ten points to Slytherin and anyone else who might be willing to try?”

“Me,” Jaehyun immediately announced, grabbing his wand before walking to the front of the room where Johnny was waiting with a cruel smile.

“Very good,” Professor Kim said, but she seemed just as uneasy as the rest of the class. “This is only practice, boys.”

Jaehyun raised his wand, blatantly ignoring Professor Kim as he fixed Johnny with a stern glare. “Are you ready, Seo?”

Johnny was indifferent as always, shrugging his shoulders as he offered a lazy smile. “You can’t beat me.”

“The incantation is impedimenta....im-PED-a-MEN-ta,” Professor Kim explained. “Make sure you have the correct posture-”

“Impedimenta!”

Johnny’s voice reverberated throughout the classroom, striking Jaehyun who was unable to offer an offensive spell to counter the effects, forcing him to freeze mid-cast with his wand raised high in the air like a proud weapon. Another immediate silence gripped my classmates, varying expressions of shock and amusement decorating the mixed collection of representative Houses. It was followed by a collective sigh when the effects of the spell were broken and Jaehyun stood there with a furious scowl. It made him look intimidating, and I knew Jaehyun was one of the last people you would dare cross even if Johnny was brave enough to try on a regular basis.

“Mr. Seo,” Professor Kim finally sighed. 

“Not again,” someone whispered from behind me, and I knew well enough to realize that these sorts of incidents must happen quite often between Jaehyun and Johnny. In any case, Professor Kim was furious, dismissing the rest of the class and I offered Jaehyun an apologetic frown which he returned with a dismissive shake of his head.

When I entered the Great Hall later that afternoon, I was surprised to find Jisung had become an immensely popular student. “Y/N!” 

I was hesitant to approach the young group of students, but they must be nice if Jisung had befriended them. “Hey, Y/N,” Chenle greeted me. 

“Look!” Jisung said, clearly excited as he waved at his new classmates. “Everyone, this is my sister!”

“Woah! Jisung, your sister is hot!”

“Haechan!” Chenle sighed. “Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

“Ignore him,” Jisung said, reaching for my arm to drag me onto the empty bench. “He always acts like that!”

“I do not!” Haechan protested, narrowing his eyes from behind a fringe of low-hanging bangs.

“He really does,” Jisung whispered to me in a conspiratorial tone. 

“I believe you,” I murmured in return, grateful to see my brother in such good spirits.

“This is Mark and Renjun,” he continued, pointing at the two students sitting across the table.

“Mark’s the oldest,” Haechan interrupted. “But he’s not really as smart as he thinks he is.”

Mark shook his head, disrupting the mop of dark locks that desperately needed attention. “Why do you think I was sorted into Ravenclaw?”

“The Lee family have been sorted into Ravenclaw for ages,” Haechan said while rolling his eyes. “Mark’s brother is a Ravenclaw prefect.”

“Ravenclaw is the best House,” Renjun said, puffing his chest in a failed attempt to look more intimidating.

“I think you meant Slytherin,” Haechan challenged.

“We’ll see about that in Quidditch this year,” Chenle smirked. “My brother is the best seeker in decades.”

“Oh, please,” Haechan puffed. “My cousin, Johnny, is a better seeker than your brother.”

Johnny was Haechan’s cousin?

“He’ll prove it to you,” Chenle replied and I admired how quickly he diffused the tension, refusing to take Haechan’s bait and starting a meaningless argument.

“Whatever,” Haechan shrugged, easily distracted by a new topic in which Mark passionately defended his interest in Boggarts. According to Jisung, it was apparently a recent fascination. Nonetheless, I was content while I listened to the boys talk among one another and I even managed to eat some of the remaining chicken. 

“I’ve heard your name from somewhere,” Haechan suddenly declared while narrowing his eyes. Mark and Renjun were still busy debating with Chenle, ignorant to the way I immediately reacted to Haechan’s curiosity.

Jisung’s hand reached for mine underneath the table. “It’s a pretty common last name.”

Haechan remained suspicious, even after Jisung offered to change the subject once again, talking about some sort of assignment he was working on with Chenle. However, despite the change of conversation, I couldn’t think about anything else. Instead, I considered how easily Jisung had adjusted to his new life at Hogwarts because it could all be destroyed if they attached his name to my family’s dark history. It wasn’t fair to my younger brother who had no relationship to my mother, and these heavy thoughts followed me around for the remainder of the day.

Thus, by the time evening approached, I was still thinking about lunch from earlier, when Haechan nearly figured out my connection to my mother. I walked alone to my final class of the day, ignoring the students who rushed around me in their haste to arrive early and find the best seats with their friends.. For some reason, the idea of Jisung’s friends discovering the truth was even more troubling than usual.

In any case, my final class was Herbology, and I was eager to distract my mind. As soon as I stepped inside the classroom, I only had to search for a brief moment before a familiar shine of blonde-hair caught my attention. “Y/N!”

I returned Jungwoo’s greeting with a smile. “I’m glad to see you.” 

“We’re working with Fanged Geraniums today,” Jungwoo explained.

“I suppose our professor is trying to make things interesting,” I remarked because I knew this particular magical flower was highly prone to biting.

“Have you met a lot of people today?” Jungwoo asked, wiping down his work station with an easy smile.

“More than I expected,” I shrugged. “My younger brother seems to be popular.”

“I saw him in the hallways earlier,” Jungwoo said. “He was walking between classes with Haechan and Jeno, but you should warn him that those two are troublemakers. They accidentally set fire to the Slytherin common room last year.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, studying the loose pair of fitted gloves which all students were required to wear around plants classified as dangerous by the Ministry of Magic. 

“One of Johnny’s friends is in this class,” Jungwoo said before pointing to a taller boy with long, silver-hair and bright yellow eyes. “Yuta is from a wealthy family. They do a lot of business with the Seo’s.”

“They’ve known each other for a long time?”

“Johnny, Ten, and Yuta are close friends,” Jungwoo nodded. “But he’s taken an interest in you, hasn’t he?”

“Who?”

“Johnny.”

I snorted. “I spend a lot of time with Jaehyun, I guess.”

“I don’t think that’s entirely why,” Jungwoo said with a tone that seemed to insinuate something with deeper implications.

“What do you mean?” I asked, but Jungwoo never received the opportunity to defend his accusations.

“Alright, fifth-years! Welcome to Herbology.”

I knew dinner would be a tedious affair when I saw my least favorite Slytherin sitting with Kun, Jaemin, and Lucas. “I hope you don’t mind,” I heard Johnny say as I grew closer.  “Jeno was supposed to help me with a project, but Jaemin has their notes.”

I recognized the Slytherin student in question sitting next to Jaemin, remembering their disagreement from the previous night after a brief back and forth exchange of hostile insults. “I don’t have them here,” Jaemin grumbled.

“Y/N!” Johnny called, attracting far too many eyes in our direction.

It took every ounce of patience I possessed to resist the urge to to turn back around; instead, I forced myself to join the others at our table. “Why are you here?”

“A project,” he said rather unattractively over a mouthful of food. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“At the Hufflepuff table?”

“Oh!” Johnny chuckled. “I meant to ask you how Jaehyun was feeling. He decided to skip the rest of his classes.”

“I wasn’t aware that you cared about Jaehyun,” I muttered. “Is there anything else?”

“He doesn’t have a real reason to be here,” Jaemin interrupted, eyeballing Jeno with clear disdain. 

“I thought we were all friends!” Johnny gasped.

“We aren’t even close,” I said. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

Johnny considered me for a moment before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Come on, Jeno. The Hufflepuffs aren’t in the mood to play tonight.”

“They’re all boring anyway,” Jeno said dismissively, ignoring the way Jaemin sneered once his back was turned.

Unfortunately, before I could sit down in Johnny’s place, a strangely familiar voice forced the elder Slytherin to pause at the edge of our table. I recognized Haechan a moment later, running through the crowd of students and ignoring their complaints when he inadvertently pushed them aside. “Johnny! You’ve been busy all day,” Haechan whined. “You promised to play with me and my new friends later.”

My next mistake was fatal, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the idea of Johnny meeting Jisung. “No!” I quickly inserted, only realizing my mistake when the entire table was studying me like I had grown another head.

“Is that a problem?” Johnny asked, looking between me and his cousin with interest.

“Of course not,” I said, attempting to rectify my mistake. 

“You get to see Jisung all the time!” Haechan said. “We wanted to build Renjun’s new airplane model.”

“Jisung?”

“Y/N’s step-brother,” Haechan explained. “Chenle introduced us this morning!”

A feeling of dread settled in the pit of my stomach when Johnny’s eyes lit with realization. “I didn’t know you had a brother, Y/N.”

“He’s a first-year,” Haechan said, completely ignorant to the mounting tension. “There’s nothing wrong with that. I like the first-years because they’re all cute when they try to break the rules.”

“In that case,” Johnny smiled. “I’d love to meet your new friends.”

I groaned, but tried to withhold the urge to protest again. Instead, I resigned myself to an inevitable fate, watching Johnny and Haechan walk out of the Great Hall. “That was weird!” Lucas remarked.

Well, I suppose Hufflepuff wasn’t known for being the smartest House.

Two Weeks Later

The library was my safe-place, a reliable source of solitude when I needed to escape the tumultuous business of Hogwarts classes and the undesirable students who filled them. As I suspected, far too many of my new classmates had formed their own judgments once they identified the connection between the little girl who stood in the infamous picture next to one of Azkaban’s most notorious prisoners and myself. I suspected they’d eventually realize the connection and most of them actively tried to avoid me, which was better than the taunts that some of the more conservative students spat in my direction between classes. Of course, despite my attempts to remain unaffected, the worst feeling of all was watching the other Hufflepuff students ignore me in the common room or in the dormitory we shared. Professor Kim once told me that Hufflepuffs were considered loyal, but I couldn’t help but think my classmates wouldn’t shed a tear if I was in Slytherin instead.

The only positive development during these past few weeks was Jisung’s smooth adjustment to student life at Hogwarts. He was constantly surrounded by friends, giggling in the hallways when we occasionally passed one another. It eased my worries, realizing that he wasn’t being tormented or ridiculed for his connection as my step-sister. At least, not from what I could see around the castle or hear from the conversations between Jisung and his friends. 

“You know,” Jaehyun said, interrupting my brief recollection of Jisung’s abrupt determination to play Quidditch in the future. “He doesn’t always need protection.”

“Maybe not,” I sighed. “But I promised his mother that I would watch out for him, and the only reason anyone would mistreat Jisung is because of me. It’s hard for me to stay away from him, but I think it’s actually better this way since people are less likely to associate us together.” 

Jaehyun frowned, listening to me with an admirable attentiveness that I had come to realize defined his character. “They’ll get over it soon,” he finally said. “I mean, Johnny Seo is somehow a big celebrity around the school even though his family aren’t exactly saints.”

“I think he falls into a league of his own,” I decided, drawing a laugh from Jaehyun. “Is that why you don’t like him?”

“Because of his family?”

I nodded, searching his expression carefully. “I don’t like Johnny because he’s arrogant. We’ve been competitors ever since we both made the Quidditch teams for our houses second year.”

“A sports competition?” I grinned. “I remember that you told me he was the Slytherin captain.”

“And their seeker,” Jaehyun added.

“Ah, the plot thickens,” I said, briefly returning to my notes even though I was suddenly much less interested in Magical Creatures. “I can see the arrogance.”

“He thinks he’s better than everybody else,” Jaehyun said. “If it’s not related to Quidditch, then it’s because of his pure-bloodline or something else equally as ridiculous.”

“My father said that the Seo family is the reason why there’s still corruption in the Ministry of Magic.”

Jaehyun snorted at my claim. “Does your dad work with them?”

I frowned. “Sometimes.”

“Johnny’s father is an important name in the Ministry,” Jaehyun said. “There’s not many people who don’t know his family.”

It was a fair point, but I still didn’t like the idea of famous wizarding families whose biggest claim to fame was an obsession with blood purity, especially during Voldemort’s ascendancy to power. Jaehyun seemed to know a lot about Johnny, despite their House feud, and it made me think that their ill-feelings went beyond competitions on the Quidditch field. However, before I could ask Jaehyun to recall his first meeting with Johnny, I was silenced by a distinct noise of articulation serving as a greeting from behind one of the library shelves. “There you are!”

“I hope you don’t mind,” Jaehyun said, following my wandering gaze. “I needed help with one of my assignments.”

“Is he a friend?”

“Our parents are close,” Jaehyun explained, pushing back his chair to greet the unexpected newcomer.

His hair was snow-white, melting across his forehead in perfect unison. Ironically, his most striking feature were the golden-colored eyes that practically glowed under the influence of the dim library candelabra. “Have you been practicing?” he asked Jaehyun.

“I really don’t think I’m the problem!”

“That’s what they always say.”

“Actually, I have someone with me. I told you about her before.” Jaehyun said before returning my gaze. “Taeyong’s one of my closests friends and a Ravenclaw Prefect.”

“I’m also a certified tutor whenever Jaehyun needs help with Transfiguration,” Taeyong added before offering me a sincere smile. “I guess you must be Y/N?”

I nodded. “What has Jaehyun said about me?”

“He spoke highly of you,” Taeyong said. “My younger brother also seems to like Jisung.”

“Your younger brother?”

“Mark,” Taeyong said. “It’s only his second year at Hogwarts.”

“Small world,” I remarked. “Should I leave the two of you alone?”

“There’s no need for that,” Jaehyun said quickly, exchanging a brief look with Taeyong. “You can stay for as long as you want. I just need to find a book for my essay.”

“I’ll wait here,” Taeyong called out to Jaehyun’s retreating form.

He sat next to me with a sigh. “It looks like you have something else you want to say.”

“Are you always this inquisitive?”

He chuckled. “When I was first sorted into Ravenclaw, our House Prefect once told me that the best students ask the most questions.”

“I suppose they were right,” I said. “I’m just overcautious.”

“He didn’t tell me about your mother if that’s why you’re concerned.”

“You know,” I said, watching him carefully because I wasn’t sure how to react.

“Everyone knows, Y/N, but that doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“Of course it does,” I grumbled bitterly. “They look at me like I’m a killer.”

“I know how that feels,” Taeyong said, clearing his throat as he glanced around the empty study room before reaching into the pocket of his robes. 

“You can’t possibly feel the same way.”

“My father,” Taeyong whispered, unfolding the wrinkled copy of the daily prophet. I swallowed hard when I recognized the name written across the front page with a sinister mugshot belonging to one of the most wicked wizards to ever receive a life sentence in Azkaban. “The other students,” he continued, “they won’t let you forget, but there are a lot of good people who will never choose to hold it against the innocent.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, but I didn’t know what else to say. “You carry it around with you?”

“I like to remind myself,” Taeyong said. “I’m sure you do the same.”

“Yes,” I said with more conviction. “I want to be an Auror after Hogwarts. I want to be everything my mother fought against.”

Taeyong nodded. “I heard about what your mom did, but it doesn’t mean that you’ll turn out the same way.”

I sighed, gazing out the window overlooking the grounds. “Everyone always assumes the worst of me.”

“Those people don’t understand,” Taeyong said, smiling when he realized Jaehyun was walking back in our direction. “Thankfully, we’ve both met someone who does.”

My shoulders dropped in relief, tension dissipating instantly when Jaehyun held up two library books. “I brought something for you,” he said.

“Thank you,” I told him, but my gratitude extended far beyond this one act of kindness.

[renjunsbabygirl]

Sugar Daddies!MarkJohn PT. 2 (Ft. CEO!Jaehyun)

Part 1

"Guys honestly," you groaned as Mark and Johnny walked, well, basically almost drag you to the designer store to buy you a new dress. "Don't spend anymore of your money on me. I have plenty of dresses at home."

"But, baby, we're meeting a friend of ours tonight for dinner," Mark implied intertwining your hands together. "And we want our princess to look more extravagant than you always do," Johnny added intertwining your other hand with his.

"Is this your way of calling me ugly?" You asked them a pout forming on your lips.

"Of course, baby!" Mark jokingly cheered, placing a delicate peck on your cheek which made the pout on your lips curve into a smile.

-

You three entered the highly expensive but luxurious designer store named 'J.H 97.'

Damn, the name of the store itself sounded expensive. On your right, you saw women designer clothes lined up along with fancy purses and purfumes in the corner. On your left, men designer clothes with fancy cologne and briefcases. The clothing was nice, but you were sure the prices weren't nice at all.

A throated cleared, bringing you out of your daze and back into reality.

Snapping your head ahead of you, both Mark and Johnny stood there looking at you with concerned looks. "You okay there, babe?" Mark asked to which you nodded in yes with a smile. Both men eyed you for a moment before Johnny pulled out his wallet. He opened it and pulled out a red card, handing it over to you.

"What's this for?" You asked once the plastic card was in your grasp. "A credit card, moron," Johnny said putting his wallet back into his suite pocket. "Buy whatever you want."

You scrutinized the red plastic card for a moment, running your thumb over the engravings.

"But what if it's too expensive?" You asked him.

"Just swipe, babe."

-

Back at your place later that night, you got ready an hour before Mark came to pick you up as planned. You took a shower, dried your hair, put a little bit of makeup on and finally you slipped into the dress. It was a comfortable black dress that stopped just above your knees.

A knock was heard at the door. You quickly applied some lip gloss to your lips before walking over the door and opening it. Outside stood Mark in his casual black attire.

He let out a low whistle before stepping inside. "You look beautiful," he compliments placing his hands on your waist. "Thank you," you replied with a gummy smile. He leaned his forehead on yours while his hands massages your hips. "You look really beautiful," he compliments you again, placing a passionate kiss on your lips in the progress. "You don't look too bad yourself, Mr. Lee," you said smirking and returning the kiss.

He leaned down to kiss you again. And again, and again, and again until he hauled you onto the counter. He stood in between your legs, rubbing his crotch onto your core. He licked your lips asking for entrance. You gladly accepted. Your tongues swirled against each others before he took control exploring your mouth.

One of his hands came down to rub your core. "No panties I see," Mark smirked rubbing circles onto your clit. "Shut up," you groaned pulling him into sloppy kiss. "Where's Johnny?" You asked trying not to moan as he continued to rubbed on your clit. "You know he doesn't like it when we play without him."

You sunk in a deep breath as his fingers sinked down to spread your wetness. "He'll be fine," Mark said bitting his lip. He loves seeing you like this. Breathless and ready to be touched. "Are you ready, baby?" He asked slightly pushing the tips of his index and middle finger against your entrance. You moaned a yes in response. Then, very slowly, he thrusted his fingers into you. You threw your head back at the bliss sensation of his fingers. Your hands found his broad shoulders gripping them tightly. "Mark," you whined. He let out a quiet 'shhhh' indicating for you to just enjoy the moment.

"Let me take care of you," Mark groaned watching his glistening fingers appear and disappear in your dripping core. He bent down to level with your core. He looked up at you with lust filled eyes. Keeping eye contact, he dragged the tip of his tongue up your inner thigh before reaching your clit. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers curling inside of you. You gripped his hair to push him closer to your clit. He smirked, pecking your clit. His name falls through your lips like a mantra.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered dragging his tongue up your slit.

-

"Are you sure you told them right time?" CEO!Jaehyun asked Johnny. It was 20 minutes after seven o'clock and still no sign of you or Mark. Johnny imagined slapping Mark across the back of his head. He wanted to knock some sense into his business partner, and he would if he were there. Johnny nodded his head in yes, checking his watch; 7:21 PM, his watch read.

Where the hell are you guys? He thought.

-

Meanwhile, back at your apartment, you sat on your knees in front of Mark, giving him his present. He crazily moaned, occasionally thrusting into your mouth. One of his hands in your hair while the other stroked your cheek.

"Y/N," he moaned. "F-fuck, I'm gonna cum."

You hummed around his hard cock making him throw his head back. He gripped your cheeks now with both hands, making you stare at him. "Can I cum in your beautiful mouth, baby?" He asked, now slowly guiding your mouth up and down his cock. You slowly nodded your head. Mark sped your movements, and not even a minute later the bittersweet taste of his semen spilled into your mouth.

His chest heaved up and down as he come down from his high. Slowly, you pulled away from his cock, swallowing his release. "Holy shit did you swallow?" He asked, amazed. You shyly nodded. Mark dropped to his knees and kisses you roughly, sliding his tongue past your lips in the process, tasting himself.

"Good girl," he muttered once he pulled away.

"We should get going," you said. "We're already-," you gradded his wrist to see the time on his watch. 7:49 PM, it read. "We're already an hour late and I'm sure they're suspicious."

Mark rolled his eyes but complied with you. He helped you up and you went to go fix yourself again. Once you were done, you grabbed your phone and asked Mark if he was ready. He said yes and pulled you out the door. The ride to the resturant was short. Mark handed his keys to the parking valet once he pulled up to the resturant and told him to be very careful with the car.

He grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.

"Mr. Lee!" The host greeted him with a big smile. "Good to have you back."

Mark greeted him back with a smile and the host lead you to the table where Johnny and Jaehyun sat.

"Look who finally decided to show up," Johnny retorted standing from his seat. Jaehyun stood from his seat to greet Mark before he turned his attention towards you. "You must be (Y/N)," he smiled, his dimples showing. "Mark and Johnny never shut up about you."

"I figured that," you smirked looking at the two men. You held your hand out for a handshake. "It's finally nice to meet you, Mr-," "Call me Jae," he smirked, taking your hand, placing a delicate kiss on it. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you as well, (Y/N)."

-

As the dinner proceeded, you noticed that Mark and Johnny barely said a word. Only answering with one worded answers or smart-ass replies. Jaehyun was basically flirting with you the whole time. You could tell that it was pissing Mark and Johnny off, but you didn't want to be rude to Jae, especially during this first-time meeting.

"You're very beautiful, Y/N," Jaehyun smirked. "You should model for my company. You look stunning in my dress."

"You're J.H?" You asked, surprised. You honestly thought he was like a strip club owner or something.

"The one and only," he smirked. "But you should honestly consider modeling for my company."

"Jaehyun," Johnny interrupts. "Sorry to rain on your parade, but Y/N is a college student."

"You are?" Jaehyun asks turning to you. You nodded and told him what you were majoring in.

He smiled at you before taking a sip of his wine. "Well maybe...," he licked his lips. "You can model for me sometimes."

"Check please!" Johnny yelled, pulling out his wallet.

-

After Johnny paid for dinner, he dragged you away from Jaehyun with Mark trailing behind you two. "I'll take her home," he told Mark. His parking valet pulled up with his car and he pulled you out of the resturant. "Get in," he muttered in a stern voice, opening the passenger side of the door for you. Not wanting to irritate him even more, you complied and got into the car.

He slammed the door shut and walked to the driver side. He got in, slammed the door shut and cranked the car up. He put the car in drive and sped away from the resturant.

"You're in for it tonight, baby," Johnny growled, gripping your thigh with his free hand. "You're in for a long fucking ride."

-

UPDATE: This series is discontinued.

Date: February 26, 2022.

[nctwd127]

What Could Have Been?

(Mini Series Intro)

Johnny and you were never really together. And not because you didn't want too. But because things and people got in the way.

Not just the jealous souls who didn't want you together. But yourselves as well. Along with the pride and ego the both of you carried but mostly his.

Because he trusted you, not once but twice and you still went and betrayed him. You took the venerable side he only showed you and put it on display for others to see.

Johnny made it clear to you from the start that this was just between the two of you and no one else. He wanted more with you, he wanted to share things with you.

He loved you and you loved him.

And now, you heart rips open four years later wondering of what could have been if things hadn't happened the way they did.