trope:college, a lil self indulgent, 6way (is that the proper term?)
word count: 1.9k
a/n: dedicated to all the anons & replies that keep asking me about Mark smut…
warnings:rough unprotected sex, oral (male & fem), throat f&cking, voyeurism, lil degradation, lil manhandling, lil choking, hard dom!Mark, soft dom!Renjun, hard dom!Jeno, hard dom!Haechan, dom!Jaemin, sub!reader
You’ve always been a light sleeper, waking at the slightest of creaks in the night and the first cooing pigeon at sunrise. Although today, your morning call comes in the form of several hushed, invasive questions and prying eyes feasting on your vulnerable form in a bed that you quickly realizeisn’t your own.
“Why are you guys talking so loud? Are you tryingto wake her up?” an accusatory whisper scolds another.
“Us? You’re the one who can’t whisper, Jaemin.”
You hone in on the cluster of unidentified voices in the doorway, strategically maintaining your sleeping beauty tactic. Tallying a total of 4 male voices from behind you breeds a deep seated anxiety in your bare chest. On any other day, you would’ve gladly welcomed the feeling of incredibly soft cotton on your skin, but at the moment the pitfalls of your unforeseen scenario include the material onlypartially covering your lower half. The sole advantage you have on them is that you’re facing away from their direction, allowing you to covertly open your eyes.
Taking a peek of your mysterious surroundings, you hear, “I didn’t wear her outthat bad last night… you’d be surprised, I bet she could take all of us.”
summary: You claim to barely remember the fatal boating accident from this summer, unaware that deep within your subconscious you know someone in your friend group has blood on their hands. On the night the devil comes to collect for some unimaginable reason you can’t recall, the only thing standing between you and a fiery, one way ticket downstairs is your story telling.
pairing:ex!Jaeminxfem!readerxstranger!Haechan
(featuring: brother Jeno & dreamies briefly)
genre: porn with plot, lots of angst, lil fluff
trope:mystery, whodunit, supernatural, not a love triangle
teaser wc: +700 | est full wc: +9-10k
a/n:for@neo-cult-ure’s sinners collab! my designated sin: lust … but uhhh i got carried away & kinda changed it a lil so now it’s not solely jaemin?? realllyyy sorry about that & for being late!
so i’m +6k into this & i gotta say.. this is my most filthy fic. like just imagine 119 playing in the background
total warnings: rough unprotected sex, oral (fem & male receiving), voyeurism, degradation, manhandling, exhibitionism, lil humiliation, masturbation, restraints, lil choking, spanking, me pushing the Haechan big d!ck agenda, character death, blood, dom!Jaemin, hard dom!Haechan, sub!reader
Jaemin’s undeniably beautiful face was dangerously close to yours. Sirens went off in your head. You envisioned emergency lights strobing inside the cramped cabin. The warning signs rang loud and clear, and you couldn’t locate any glowing, red escape exits.
But who even said you wanted to escape? You didn’tneed, nor did you want, saving. And thatwas the problem.
