Tumgik
#jaemin na
f9smaragdine · 2 days
Text
They will be always His babies~~
30 notes · View notes
taexoxosgf · 2 months
Text
NA JAEMIN FIC REC LIST
s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst
This list is a compilation of some of my fave jaemin ff <3 a lot were on my old recs so feel free to reread!
Tumblr media
after you [ fuckboy!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f,a
cat & mouse [ na jaemin x jaehyun's sister!reader ] s,f
cherry girl! [ twitch streamer!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f
talk to my skin [ friends with benefits au ] s
unforgettable [ bassist!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,a
by the window [ voyeurism, neighbor au ] s
strawberry cough , (pt.2) sour tangie [ plug!jaemin x fem!reader] s,f,a
on the rebound [ shooting guard!jaemin x fem!reader, college au] s,f,a
subtle [ established relationship, summer vacation au ] s,f
besties (gone sexual) [ best friends to lovers ] s,f,a
upon your invitation [friend!jaemin x fem!reader, ft. nct dream, vacation au ] s,f
rock me [ fuckboy!jaemin x hairstylist!reader ] s,f,a
backseat chronicles [ streetracer!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f,a
persimmon problems [ fratboy!jaemin x fem!reader ] f,a
veni, vidi, vici [ popular!jaemin x mark's sister!reader ] s,f
blur. [ exboyfriend's bestfriend!jaemin x fem!reader ] s
two nights, one you [fuckboy!jaemin, one night stand au] s,f
the walls are thin [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader x roommate!jeno ] s
hush. [jaemin,haechan, jeno x fem!reader ] s
that '90's show [actor!jaemin x pa fem!reader ] s,f,a
pretty girl. [ alpha!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f
thin walls. [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader ] s
cookie jar [ stepbrother!jaemin x fem!reader x stepbrother!jeno ] s
one of a kind [strangers to lovers au ] s,f,a
go there with you [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader ] s
34+35 [ established relationship ] s
parents are home [ secret freak!jaemin ? ] s
memories bring back you [ ex!jaemin x fem!reader ] s
into you [ friends to lovers au ] s,f
what she doesn't know [ mom's boyfriend!jaemin x fem!reader] s
worth it. [ first sleepover au ] s,f
quiet down [ established relationship, semi-exhibitionism ] s
4K notes · View notes
mphountitled · 4 months
Text
𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐚
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Pairings: Jaemin Na x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Jaemin Na, the dashing yet ambitious magnate, is tired of playing the toll as a silent stakeholder. He wants your father's business. He wants the whole thing, even if it means seducing the boss's daughter to get it.
Warning: Business Rivals to Fwb to lovers, Toxic Family Relationship, Violence, Business politics, Businessman AU, Forbidden Relationship, Slight Angst, Male Manipulation, Manipulation tactics, Smut (+18) Minors dni, Daddy Kink, Degradation Kink, Rough Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Ownership Kink, DDLG, Fingering, Spitting, Marking, Bruises, Grinding, Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex.
A/N: My third NCT Dream fic! They're truly my favorite group, so I plan on writing more for them. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this. Excuse me while I project my daddy kink onto Jaemin. Im sorry, but my bias fuels it way too much. You all saw that live, right?... THAT one live. Iykyk. Anyway, he's so daddy coded, okay bye.
Tumblr media
The moon is high, and the night is deep when you find yourself quite literally being paraded around a bustling open reception. Goldleaf and tinsel wrap around the off-white columns, veneering the room in a deep but faintly expensive sepia tone. Despite the hatred festering in your bones, you did have to admit that the clubhouse in the very center of a highly competitive Country Club did make for a good party reception indeed. Nestling all of 100 dapper guests, 100 partners, wives and mistresses, and 100 wallets, to sink their wrinkled hands into.
Your father did know how to throw a party, you'd certainly give the man that. That is all you give him, however. That is all the grace he deserves.
Despite the tempest of emotions in your veins, the laughter you emit to the group surrounding the small appetizer's table is static and robotic, and anything but genuine. It pitters politely out of your lips as you raise the flute of shampagne, hoping to disguise just how fucking annoyed you actually were.
"You'll do well to remember the name," your father proclaims before laying a hand on your back as he pushes you closer into the circle of suited men - a lamb to the proverbial slaughter.
"She's going to be running things once I retire," a Jazz number played by a live band is not enough to drown out the influx of chatter that spreads throughout the main hall of the Clubhouse at the news of your father's retirement. You could practically here the thinning lips salivate at the very sound of it: The emperor, stepping down, leaving his empire vulnerable to the raiders.
"I feel proud and so unbelievably lucky to have such a reliable line of succession." Says your father, "When I'm six foot under, I'll know that Neo Tech is safe in her hands-"
A snicker escapes, likely concocted by the decent amount of alcohol in your blood, "Although that time isn't coming soon enough!" Your statement allows for a grand chuckle to fall across the table where you all stood, nursing your deviled eggs and bacon-wrapped asparagus.
The display is that of good-natured jest between a father and daughter to the guests around you, clad in ambercrombie suits and Alexander Mcqueen gowns.
Your father, however, slithers a hand onto your shoulder, squeezing all too hard as he laughs statically.
You can feel the warning in his calloused grip. A stern threat...
Not too much, it cautioned.
The action, though seemingly innocent and fleeting to the rest of the table, draws the attention of a man whose countenance had been sparse and dismisive the entire evening. Despite this being a private gathering for your father's most trusted stakeholders and their partners, Jaemin had been far from interested in attending.
Once, he was made privy to the knowledge that this was a retirement celebration, however... that changed things, and Jaemin threw on his jet black Armani blazer over a silky unisex blouse that stretched across his chest.
He admits that he made his attendance out of greed. Having to save face and play the roll of the responsibile stakeholder before he was truly able to pillage your father's company right from underneath him. If that meant entertaining the degenerate conversation of greying white men with viagra prescriptions and a cocaine addiction, then so be it.
"It truly is a shame that I have to take something from someone as promising as yourself." He whispers to himself over the rim of his own champagne flute, his darkened eyes stationed on you. It was difficult not to stare, when you were being hounded by business associates, men and women alike, eager to ascertain how they might win the hand of the queen.
A silk gown drips like the liquidfied night sky down your curves, spilling on the floor around what Jaemin imagined to be ample, soft thighs - something he could sink his fingers into, sink his teeth into-
You're chuckling very fakely at something an investor said at a round cocktail table nearby. Although what really gets Jaemin's blood rushing through his arteries is the sight of your father dragging you away from the main hall, up a spiraling stair case. Jaemin prided himself on minding his business. This came second nature to him.
What he could not ignore, however, was the slight alarm, marring the scowl along your soft face. Nothing could spoil your perfect makeup, but the frown he caught a glimpse of before you disappeared was enough.
Jaemin almost immediately found his Hilfiger loafers leading him down the path you had just walked. He downed the golden liquid in his flute and, never breaking eye contact from the spiral staircase, placed the glass on the tray of a mobile waiter. He wiped the access champagne off his lips, quite barbarically, with the sleeves of his blazer as he emerged into the main foyer.
Immediately, a hiss of conversation could be heard from the mezzanine above.
"-the hands of the company! Do you understand how important this is?! How fucking ungrateful you are-"
"Not to interrupt," Jaemin speaks, slyly climbing the stairs as he stuffed his hand into the pocket of his dress pants. The look your father thows him is absolutely villanizing.
Instead of shying away, however, you swallow thickly to note a slow sick sort of smirk curling onto Jaemin's face.
"Who the fuck are you?" Instead of sparing your father any look at all, Jaemin's gaze is solidified on your father's violent grip on your forearm.
"You don't know who he is?" You ask your father, marginally shocked but not at all surprised as Jaemin neared the two of you.
"That's okay, that's okay," he says, letting the gleaming smirk stay solid across his face, "My father sends his greetings, by the way" Jaemin says, "I didn't wish for our 45% share not to be represented at such a monumental event."
Therein lies the very first signs of embarrassment around your father's face. He begrudgingly removes his grip from your forearm but does not leave before he quickly tacks on, "Excuse me, Mr Na, but this is a private conversation -"
Jaemin is already lifting his hand, his Rolex gleaming under the crystal chandelier as he casually says, "Important enough to miss an audience with your shareholders? Everyone is asking for you, big man." Jaemin replies smoothly, "You are still the boss, right?"
Then, and only then does Jaemin exchange the very first real bit if eye contact with you tnh entire evening, and God strike you dead if it did not release an influx of warm, sputtering butterflies with molten wings in the pit of your stomach. You're still glidd to his side. The successor cradled tightly to her Daddy's arm.
"We'll finish this later," Your father hisses in your ear before stepping back and giving Jaemin one final nod. His disappearance births an uncomfortable heat and even more uncomfortable silence in the mezzanine. Jaemin does nothing but watch you with a tilted head and a near constant smirk.
"Hi." He says cheekily, all of the seriousness in his voice gone as he begins to move closer to you. You only roll your eyes before turning around to scour for a free room in the clubhouse. He follows cooly and calmly.
"Stop staring at my ass," you chide, pushing open a heavy door before switching on the light.
"Nah," Jaemin follows you inside. "Don't tell me what to do,"
He turns to peer down the corridor with one raised eyebrow before effectively sealing the door shut. You had led the both of you into one of the very many guest suites peppered across the Clubhouse. Jaemin is remarkably pleased to notice how your inhibitions immediately melt away. Your shoulders relax as you kick off your red bottomed heels, letting them land lazily in a corner.
"You haven't told him have you?" His voice is stable but rumbles like a heavy cloud throughout the room.
You evade eye contact as you quickly walk up to him, beginning to splay tiny kisses around his exposed neck.
"No, Jaemin," Your breathe fans across his exposed skin as you undo thr little bow of the silk blouse, "I did not tell my father about your plans to rape his company," You push down his blazer and he lets you. Watching you with a piercing glare as a deep, warm, pool of lust begins to grow in your core at the very sight of how big he truly is.
"Would you rather he find out on the day?" He asks, still letting you undress him as if he was a lifeless piece of him. "I know you're evil but that evil-"
"Fuck, you're so hot," Jaemin's cock stirs, as it always did, when that needy sort of whine pushed itself out the confines of your throat. You knew what buttons to push, to get the reaction you wanted. Tonight, however, would prove to be a much different occasion.
"How long do you plan on waiting?" You're nails are dragging itself down the front of his muscled body. Before you can reach his cock, already causing a bulge in his dress pants, Jaemin roughly grabs at your wrist.
"I said. How long do you plan on waiting?" Despite the calmness in his voice, Jaemin's grip on your wrist is unrelenting. It is rough, and it is violent, and it makes your father's earlier grip on your forearm feel like a child's play.
"Fucking forever, Jaemin! Jesus!" You burst in a flurry of rage and lust and frustration. "I will wait until forever it means I won't get outed as a shit daughter and a fucking rat, Jaemin!"
He tilts his head as he smiles and cooly says, "Watch that tone."
But he's already got you going, and you're finally letting out the feelings that had only been building for the duration of an entire, hellish evening. "Can you even begin to understand how I feel?! I know you want this company, but -"
"But?" Jaemin asks in a sing-song voice before pulling you closer by your wrist. He dips his head down, folding his tall frame over as he tilts your head up. "There shouldn't be a but, baby." The words are veneered in a lustful whisper as he finally places his lips to your throat.
"With me, it's either all or nothing." Now it's Jaemin's turn to slowly drag his hands up the side of your curves. He lets the tips of his fingers tease the fabric as he smoothes his hand over your chest. Your resolve explodes, and you melt right into him, as his hand makes its way up your throat. His palm enclosing the spot where his lips have just been.
"I hate seeing you like that, baby. I hate seeing you glued to his side when you should be glued to mine."
You're faintly aware that you're both mobile now. Not knowing which way is up and which is down as your back presses against a wall.
"He's..." you swallow thickly as Jaemin slips down the soft fabric of your dress. Your exposed shoulder is immediately assaulted by his reign of wet and drunken kisses.
As he tongues at the skin, Jaemin makes sure to look up at you. Siren eyes under thick eyebrows as he pushes the fabric all the way down until your dress is pooling at your feet and you're left in nothing but your Fenty underwear.
"He's family." You applaud yourself mentally for having the brain capacity to formulate all of two words. That celebration, however, immediately falls short when Jaemin snickers. He pulls back, turning his head slightly as his tongue stabs the inside of his mouth before swinging his head back to you.
"You always tell me you only have one, Daddy, don't you?"
A deep, angry heat blossoms around your skin as you evade eye contact. "Jesus, Jaemin."
"Jaemin?" He mocks, before pushing you back further onto wall.
"Is that who I am to you?"
"That is your name, yes." Your confidence waver when his hands begin to push down the straps of bra. He undoes the clasps as he says, "Interesting. So then, i guess, my name wasnt Jaemin, when i fucked you on a nalcony in Mykonos? Got it."
He's quick to push your panties down far enough so that he's forcing his fingers between your legs. The gasp you emit is almost painful as you immediately buck your hips into his hand. “Fuck-”
“You cum on my hand, correct?”
“F-Fuck,” he lets you hump lazily into his palm and you all but whimper as your begin to yearn for him to fuck you with his long digits.
“You cum on my hand. You cum on my cock. Only I can do that for you, baby”
“God, yes, Daddy.”
Jaemin has to physically stop himself from not pulling his pants down and fucking your brains right right and there. Those words leaving your mouth did something animalistic to him- scratching a very archaic part of his monkey brain that let him know that you needed him. You needed him to reach orgasm, you needed him to fuck you to feel good. You needed him.
“You don't need anyone else, but me, right baby?”
You're so dangerously close to the edge, your vision blurring with your oncoming orgasm as you reply, “You, Daddy- only you.”
His cock is pushing painfully against dress pants and Jaemin swear as he pulls his blouse over his head. Your breathing grows even more precipitous when you see his torso in all its big and gleaming glory.
“need you so bad,” you mumble, still pushing your hips out even though his hand has disappeared and there's nothing there.
“Yeah?” He asks, pulling his cock out without breaking eye contact, “You need Daddy’s cock, don't you, sweetheart?”
“I need it,” you whisper and watch as your words affect him in ways you had not seen before.
Jaemin’s eyes are blown into saucers while the tips of his brown hair is drenched in sweat. Gone is the cockiness. Gone is the smirk. He only brings a cupped hand up to your mouth as he orders you to, “Spit.”
Almost without thinking about it, you do just that, and Jaemin watches with an open mouth as he begins to stroke his himself with your wetness. He throws his head back in a broken amalgamation of a moan and a gasp, and you're only left to watch while your hand almost subconsciously moves down your own body.
The sound of your wetness brings Jaemin back to the mission at hand as he lolls his head forward. The sight of you fucking yourself, knuckles deep, as your eyes zero in on his hand, has him immediately pushing you against the wall.
“You're such a fucking slut-” He hisses and you moan as he pulls your hand up to his mouth. “Did Daddy teach you to be a slut?” and when you fail to respond he only says, “Answer me,” he says cooly, “Did I teach you to be a slut, or a good girl?”
You have truly reached a stalemate. Not knowing what to say that might garner a favourable response. Dread pools in your tummy and Jaemin only watches as go to war with yourself. The conflict in your eye is present and raw.
All is quiet as Jaemin bends down slowly and that signature smirk curls at the end of his lips.
“Cute.” He whispers before crashing his lips against yours.
Your hands enclose around the back of Jaemin's hand as he effortlessly picks you up off the ground, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist. He pushes you up against the wall and the immediate contact of your dripping pussy pressed against his skin has you both moaning and groaning into the kiss.
“So fucking cute...” He whispers before easing his cock right into you, “You're so fucking tight- fuck-” the wind sounds like it has been knocked clean out of him as he begins to fuck you with harsh, violent thrusts.
“That's it, pretty girl,”
You can hear the smile in his voice and you fight to open your eyes. If there was one thing that got you even wetter it was the sight of Jaemin just managing a lazy open-mouth smile as he forced his cock into your cunt. It stings and hurts but the pleasure in his hooded eyes make the experience all the more worth it.
Jaemin clenches his jaw together as he leans down until you're both forehead to forehead.
“That man downstairs isn't your Daddy, is he?” His eyes dare you to disagree with him but all you do us shake your head as you say, “You. You're my Da- oh God.”
“I'll take that title too,” he chuckles before pushing his face into the crook of your neck as he sped up his pace. Jaemin fucks hard and rough and you claw mindlessly at his back. He loves it. You know he does because his cock is twitching inside of you and you know he's close.
“Fuck-Daddy, please!”
Your begging nearly sends him over the edge but he still manages to keep his thrusts hard and unrelenting. “You gonna cum for me, Princess?”
“F-Fuck yes, Sir-”
“You're not gonna keep me a secret, are you? Promise me. ” You knew what he was doing, forcing you into a mental state of complete disrepair as he bullied his cock into your cunt.
“F-Fuck," he hisses, "Answer me, baby- ‘mgonna fill your cunt so fucking fast,” he breathes out, before throwing his head back again.
“Promise!” You grit out, “I promise-” almost immediately, your orgasm washes over you eliciting wave after wave of delicious pleasure that has your mind rumbling.
“F-Fuck you're so tight- Fuck, Fuck, fuck-!” He exclaims before he's emptying himself inside of you. He's fucking you with the stamina of a caveman as he forces his seed all the way inside. “God you're so sexy, you know that?” He says, with his eyes still clenched shut as his aftershocks pass through his body. “So fucking hot.”
While his mind soars on the wings of his orgasm, that post nut clarit crashes through gradually. You breathe out steadily as you stare into nothingness. “I can't believe I gave our family company away like that,”
A hand is quick to pull you by the chin until you're looking up at him. Even with his wet and matted hair, along with the beads of sweat growing pregnant on his brow, Jaemin remains ever handsome. His smile ever present.
“It's still the family business, Honey.” Jaemin smirks, “Our family.”
Tumblr media
♡♡♡ if you made it this far, thanks for reading
420 notes · View notes
kyufessions · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
customer service
synopsis: you get into a small argument with your boyfriend over facetime
pairings: idol, boyfriend! jaemin x g.n. reader
genre: angst w/ a happy ending, drabble(?)
word count: 1.1k
general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois
Tumblr media
jaemin smiles to himself as he listens to you telling him about your day at work, the corner of his lips turning downward as you tell him about a rude customer you encountered today.
“you didn’t deserve that baby, i’m sorry.” he responded, propping his phone up against the extra pillow on his hotel bed as he laid against the other.
on the screen you dismissed his apology, chuckling at it, even. “don’t apologize, it’s not your fault people can’t respect customer service workers.” he watches you smile as you take a sip of your hot chocolate, taking note of the colorful marshmallows you used that he specifically filled up in the cupboard before he left home three weeks ago. “how’s tour? are you taking care of yourself? please say yes.”
nodding, he adjusts himself on the bed so his elbow is propping up his head to properly face the phone. as he lays on his side, he hates how you’re on a screen and not directly across from him or better yet: next to him. “tour is good, i just wish you were with me to experience it with me.”
you knew where this conversation was headed. you’ve had this same exact argument many times before that ultimately led nowhere but into space, never to be heard of again until months or weeks later. “jaemin-“
he grips some of his hair in his fist, not tightly but enough to grab onto it to feel a little something. as he sighs, he sits up a little more to come across more serious. “i don’t know why you don’t just quit your job.” he starts talking with his hands as he speaks, the phone moving as he continues to speak. you put down your mug on the coaster and hug a pillow to your chest to brace yourself for the same exact talk you’ve had before. “you don’t exactly love your job, you complain about it a lot. you don’t even make a lot yet you still stay there.” he lets out a deep sigh before continuing on, both of his hands taking a quick break to run through his locks and landing on top of his pillow. “i make enough for the both of us to live comfortably. lavishly even, if we wanted. you wouldn’t have to work, just stay home and do whatever you want. i don’t get-“
“because jaemin, how would that look if i just stayed home all day not contributing to the household at all while you do all the work and bring in all the money?” he stares at you blankly through the screen, waiting for you to continue. “lazy, jaemin. it would make me look lazy. and spoiled. and look like a good-for-nothing partner that doesn’t do anything but clean around the house, cook, look pretty and use their hard earned boyfriend's money. i’m not going to be that person.”
“but that’s not how you’d look!” he protests, rolling his eyes before continuing to speak. “i want you to live comfortably doing whatever you want to do-“
“then let me work, jaemin! i’m tired of having to work a stupid retail job, yes. but i also enjoy this stupid retail job, it’s annoying but it’s the same type of annoying that your job is.” you begin slouching deeper into the couch with a huff, your bottom lip pursing out slightly. “plus my job has good benefits. i don’t mind working. if you want me to cut back on my hours, fine. just say that, use your words; we’re both adults. but stop pestering me to leave my job.”
“i just want to take care of you without worry, that’s all. i don’t want you to have to worry about a roof over your head, about your next meal or clothes or-“
“as much as i appreciate that jaemin, and i really do, trust me, i feel a sense of accomplishment when i have a job. if i did not have a job, i would feel lost and out of control. and spending your money would make me feel bad because it’s your hard earned money, not mine. besides, my compact has great insurance and my coworkers are wonderful to work with- it’s a fun environment. just- please stop asking me about it, okay? i’m sick and tired of the same old discussion.”
jaemin nods, taking everything you say with consideration. you’ve told him every time how much you enjoy your job despite the complaints, but he never believed you- or maybe just refused to believe you. jaemin was a firm believer in doing things that made you happy, and if you weren’t happy then find something that did. so that’s all he was trying to do- but he sees now that he was wrong about that. he didn’t take into consideration the amount of time you’d have to spend alone while he was at practice, out at schedules, or even touring if you didn’t have a job. if all you did was stay home, at first he thought you would love the idea until he realized that that isn’t the type of person you are. you’ve been working since you were a teenager and have loved it ever since. so who was he to think your stop now?
he lays his head on the pillow, his eyes never leaving yours from the phone screen. “i’m sorry, baby. i just want the best for you, and only you know what’s best for you. so i’m sorry my baby.” you start to reassure him how it’s fine until he says it’s not. “you’re a hard worker and i love you for that, okay? i love that so much, and so much more. im sorry. i’ll make it up to you when we get back.”
you just laugh at how soft he’s become, picking back up your mug and holding it in your hands for warmth as it gets colder during the ungodly hour. “thank you for apologizing jaem, i appreciate it.” you pause for a brief moment, smiling at him. you admire the look on his face. the way his eyes are looking at you through the screen, the corner of his lips, and the way his skin is glowing so effortlessly. and all he’s doing is just laying there, freshly woken up and ready to take on the day in another random city. “i love you.”
the words bring butterflies to his stomach, the joy hard to hide as he refuses to disguise itself behind a tired facade. “i love you more, my royalty.”
“you’re a liar.” ensues an argument that goes on for another fifteen minutes before jaemin has to leave for schedules. but not before allowing you to win the ‘i love you’ game you two always play.
787 notes · View notes
majestichyuk · 6 months
Text
Sweet spot
Tumblr media
Pairing :- Masseur!Jaemin x fem!reader
Summary :- After much convincing, maybe not at your own will, you finally agreed to get that much-needed massage, Thank you Seungkwan. 
Genre :- Smut (because I’m nice like that), fluff if you squint (you'll definitely see it), coworker Seungkwan, strangers to potential lovers. 
Wc :-  3.7K 
WARNING :- Reader has a nipple piercing (cause she, YOU are freaky like that.), teasing, dirty talk, Buff Jaemin, yes that is a warning, Jaemin loves the booty (you shouldn’t be surprised) so ass is being ATE just a lil lick is all, Jaemin is a pussy fiend. Female receiving, oral, cum eating, sexual tension. (I think that’s all ), sry for mistakes if there is any.
NOTES :- This here lady sluts and gentle whores is my first half smut that was in the making. I spent an hour and a half working on it, so I’ll check this off as the 4th story I’ve successfully completed 🎉 kudos to me. I hope you enjoy it and if you do comment and if you don't and think I could improve something still comment or message me anonymously, cause critique can lead to my improvement but being bitchy will get you nowhere, ANYWAYS, LIKE, REBLOG & FOLLOW. 
-------------------------------------------------------
“Why don’t you just come with me to the spa on Saturday, huh y/n?” Your best friend/coworker, begged you as he grabbed your arm, tugging you lightly.
“Do I look like I have time to go to a spa?” You licked the tip of your finger as you skimmed through the documents that your lazy boss rudely dropped on your desk, without uttering as much as a please.
“And plus, Saturdays are clean-up days, my cousin is a lazy fuck and I have to suffer from it,” You itch the crown of your head, slightly groaning realizing you might have to do an all-nighter once again on a Friday evening with the load of work in front of you. 
“Why don’t I take some of these with me,” Seungkwan lightly squeezed your hands as he took up about 60% of your work from your desk. 
“That way you can have a good night's sleep, while I plan our day out tomorrow,” Seungkwan squealed as he imagined finally getting to pamper you but you had to rain on his parade.
“No” You took the papers from him and placed them in your folder.
“No?” He looked at you in disbelief.
“I didn’t stutter, I won’t burden my work on you, it’s fine,” You reassured him.
“But you didn’t put your work on me, I volunteered,” He snatched your folder and took out the papers he had before, getting up from his seat and placing them in his briefcase.
“And I don’t want to hear any more nonsense about you doing all the work at the house when your cousin is a grown MAN,” Seungkwan picked up his suit jacket and swiftly put it on.
“Ah Kwannie, It’s really not a big deal– okay…” You stopped uttering a word when he hit you with that stare, a stare only a child of a strict and overprotective mother would understand, it was bone-chilling really.
“Good, I’ll text you the details so make sure you fix yourself up nice and be punctual,” Seungkwan placed his polyester scarf around his neck and ray-ban his glasses on (yes he wears ray-bans shut up). 
“Go home, finish off the work, do whatever you do at night, that ritual of yours whatever, and sleep well, sleep early,” Seungkwan pulled you up from your seat and pulled you into a hug.
“You sure you don’t like girls, I’m just saying if you’d allow me to slap on a strap I’d make a heck of a guy,” Seungkwan pushed you off and picked up his phone, giving you a side glance.
“Girl if you don’t go home, goodbye.” He laughed richly as he walked out, leaving the office. You followed the same routine minutes later and headed home. 
—-----------------------------------------------------------
Seungkwan ended up sending you the website for the Spa he had been rambling about for weeks on end as soon as you stepped into the door of your house. You decided to check it out after completing your office work and getting ready for bed.
After an hour and a half, you flopped into your bed, finally getting to relax. You checked the time, normally you’d finish work around late 11 but now it was around 8:35p.m, thanks to Seungkwan that was your earliest, EVER. You did a light prayer for him because he’s an angel.
You covered yourself with your sheet and opened your and Seungkwan's messages where he sent the link, you exchanged words with him before you clicked the link. 
He told you he already made the reservation on your behalf and because he was close friends with a guy named Wonwoo there, he was able to get a discount. He told you your first appointment would be a massage done by some woman named Na Jaemin, it should be an easy name to remember because before you started working in your current job you were a daycare teacher and there was the cute little girl whose name was IM Jaemin, oh was she a menace.
The website just showed all the available procedures, the cost, and the exaggerated descriptions of the long-lasting after-effects of the excellent experience. You turned your phone off, turned it over, and went to sleep.
—-----------------------------------------------------------
Loud, obnoxious snores were coming from your room, your cousin slowly opened your door, peeping inside to check to see if you were okay, living, and not choking to death.
He walked up to your bed and pinched your lips shut. “You need to change your settings on that noise that you’re making,” He looked at you in disgust, shaking his head, and watched as you stopped breathing and shot up from your sleep in a sitting position, knocking him on his ass on the floor. 
“CHENLE WHAT THE FUCK?!” If looks could kill you’d have a red dot aimed at your forehead right now. Chenle got up and dusted himself off.
“You do know I could hear you snoring all the way across the hall?” He used his thumb and pointed outside your door, You rolled your eyes and checked your phone.
“Oh fuck!” You jumped out of bed, shoving Chenle out of the way, he landed on your bed and flopped on the floor as you grabbed your towel and rushed into the bathroom. 
“YOU’RE WELCOME YOU MIX-BREED ASSHOLE!” Chenle shouted as he stormed behind you.
“CLEAN MY HOUSE YOU OBNOXIOUS PIECE OF SHIT!,” You replied as you slammed the bathroom door, minutes later you heard his bedroom slam as well, and you rolled your eyes.
—-----------------------------------------------------------
“Don’t look at me like that,” You sulk as you look away from Seughkwan. So you woke up late and got there late and when you arrived you were met with a disappointed Boo Seughkwan, arms crossed, legs over one another as he sat outside of the Spa company in the few seats placed outside, looking at you blankly.
“I have every right to jump you in this very moment–..but I’m not going to because I have a reputation to obtain here,” He got up and walked inside, with you following behind.
“Just know I would never go down without a fight, there’s only one of us who actually took boxing classes,” You raised your brow at him as he flicked your forehead and told you to keep quiet as he spoke to the receptionist.
You purse your lips as you look around the establishment, It has a cozy feel. The decor is so homely with some pictures of the employees that work here placed up on the wall, warm colors decorated the place as it was spotless you could almost see yourself on the tiled floors. 
The receptionist lady asked you about your information and told you to wait in the available room on the second floor. 
“Enjoy your massage babe,” Seungkwan says as he quickly places your hair in a bun (If you imagined your hair up, unimagine it, 💀 boo put it up for you). 
“I heard he’s amazing at his job AND he was highly recommended when I filled out the server on your behalf,” You froze after registering his words.
“He’s?Him?He?” You side glanced at him. “Why didn’t you feel the need to mention a dude is gonna be feeling me up Mr. Boo?” You forced a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.
“Get me a masseuse Seungkwan,” 
“Y/N-”
“Get me a masseuse Seungkw-,” Seungkwan used his index and thumb to pinch your lips together. (Justice for y/n’s lips in the chat)
“I love you Y/N, I do, but last time I checked I paid for this shit, and you are going to enjoy every last minute of it, Okay?” Seungkwan asked.
“Fine,” You say with a smile that transforms into a dirty look. “This better be the most mind-blowing and toe-curling experience I’ve ever had.”
“And it would be the only and first experience you ever had,” Seungkwan mumbled as he walked to the elevator after signing some papers. 
“What’d you say,” You questioned.
“Nothing,” He laughed as he pinched your cheeks while calling you all sorts of baby names.
—-----------------------------------------------------------
You entered the designated room on the second floor, wiped your palm on your shirt, and nervously opened the door. You see a little walk-in closet on the right side of the room with a curtain placed to divide the areas.  You see there are a couple of hangers and a table with some towels placed beside it. You took off your shirt and placed it on one of the hangers, you quickly took off your bra and put on the towel provided. Thirdly it was your pants until you heard the door open. 
“Good evening, Miss L/N, I’ll be your masseur for this session,” You froze as you peeped through the curtains to put a face to that alluring voice and you almost wished you had convinced your best friend a little more about switching. 
“Um Hi, I’ll be out in a minute,” You quickly responded as you disappeared behind the curtains again. 
“You can leave on your underwear if that would make you more comfortable,” Jaemin assured you as he went to set up the room. He started lighting some candles to set a relaxing mood. The whole room was filled with the soft scent of lavender and a hint of sweet orange that was rich in limonene. 
You folded your pants and kept on your panty as suggested by the masseur. You walked out of the room and set your eyes upon the gorgeous man in question. He was muscular-looking, even in the scrubs he wore. He looked up at you from his place on the floor when he was searching for the oil that happened to be at the bottom back part of the drawer.
“Well you requested a full body massage and I’ll try my best to fulfill your desired needs,” Jaemin softly grinned at you and motioned for you to take a seat on the massage table, you’ll remember to put salt in Seungkwan’s coffee on Monday. 
“Thank you,” You found it hard to really say anything, his stare was quite intimidating even though his smile gave you butterflies that just made your heart swell.
He turned his back to you so you took the opportunity to discard your towel and lay on the table. You laid on your back and placed the towel on top of you. Jaemin turned around with his oil in hand, smiling down at you.
“Well all you have to do for me is relax,” Jaemin said, the tone of his voice, giving you goosebumps.
“Okay,” You replied softly as you relaxed your body and closed your eyes, taking the aroma of the atmosphere and bringing your body to ease. 
Jaemin adjusted your towel to your mid-thigh, the tip of his fingers lightly brushing your skin, he then moved upwards and brought the top of your towel to the midsection of your breast. 
He began his work on your shoulders. He delicately kneaded the area, softly caressing all the knots you have in your neck, gently tracing under your jaw with his thumbs. It felt divine, no man had ever touched you with such thoughtfulness and you’re hoping he’s not the last.
Jaemin moved his hands slowly down your arms, gingerly squeezing the tight muscles as he steadily brought them back up, repeating the process as you felt sleep creeping up on you, Jaemin came back up to your cleavage.
“Would you mind if I removed the top of the towel?” Jaemin asked as he was still above you, looking up at him and seeing him upside down was a little odd but he still for some odd reason looked good.
“Is it mandatory for the massage?” You asked and that made Jaemin smile at you.
“Well, of course, I only deliver the best, and I may even give you a special massage,” Jaemin smiled down at you again, but the smile was different, his eyes seemed to be telling a whole other story, his hands brush the top of your chest, you mutter a quiet okay and closed your eyes once again, letting the cozy environment take over. 
“Good, it’s okay, I’ll take good care of you,” He said in such a deep tone, way different from the customer service one he used when he first greeted you, you wondered if it was because he was just comfortable as it’s his natural forte. 
He reached over you and moved the towel under your breast, now at the navel of your stomach, he placed it quite low but you didn’t mind. Jaemin released a slightly strained exhale as he pursed his lips and poured some of the oil into his brawny hands. His eyes fell on your nipples, customized in a barbell designed with a crystal, rhinestone, clear zircon, and a beautiful set of pink gems. 
He firmly positioned his hands at the side of your breast, gently caressing the fat. He cupped it and massaged under the flesh as he slowly brought his hand up and faintly grazed your nipple. You let out a surprised gasp not expecting to be so sensitive. Jaemin looked down at you, examining your face, and noticed your mouth was slightly ajar due to the sound you let out earlier. From this angle he had the perfect chance to just shove his twitching dick down your throat, he bet it’s warm like the way your body is heating up right now but he brushed it off and continued his work on your chest.
He squeezed the flesh and watched as you hurried to bite your bottom lip, Jaemin thought it was time he went to another part of your body. He made his way to your lower body, he noticed you had on your underwear.
“Would it be okay if I asked you to remove the towel completely? since you have on your undergarments,” Jaemin asked you as he clasped his hands behind his back, staring you down deeply with a sweet smile. You nodded your head, and you gazed down at yourself, seeing your nipples stand up tall and proud, you genuinely felt way more relaxed than when you first came here. 
“Wonderful, I enjoy giving pleasure to others who look like they haven’t had a good rest day,” Jaemin discarded the towel away from your body and placed it on the table beside him.
You smiled, you couldn’t conceal it, he was a sweet talker. You begin to shut your eyes and Jaemin starts to rub on your feet, you let out a soft groan, you are on your feet the majority of the time at work so this feels like heaven. He inches up your leg and starts kneading different areas, after some time he asks if you could turn over.
Jaemin has always been a man with excellent self-control but he guesses there’s a first for everything. You turned over on your stomach and Jaemin took that as a sign to take a breather, he looked down at himself and noticed his problem. At this point, he doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to hold it. He gripped himself and let out a soft sigh as he looked down at you, he furrowed his brows as he approached the table once again, contemplating if he should start with the top or lower half first.
Jaemin made up his mind as he poured some oil on your smooth back, you had laid your head on your forearm. Jaemin tenderly massaged your back, working out all sorts of sounds from you, because he’s just that good with his hands. 
He finished off with your back and moved to your legs, caressing your soft thighs, eyes settling on the slight jiggle of your plump ass. He looked up at you and delicately spread your legs apart a little as he moved his way to your inner thighs. He observes the way your pussy lips struggle to stay concealed in your baby blue panties, Jaemin bites down on his tongue and took a deep exhale, swallowing down thick as he sees some wetness forming on your underwear, Jaemin continues his task as he boldly inches closer to your prized possession. 
You started to squirm, feeling slightly bothered, needy even. You innocently lifted your hips off the table, trying to get some friction and squeeze your thighs together but Jaemin kept them open. 
“I thought I told you to relax, If you behave I can easily give you what you want,” Somehow you can hear Jaemin like he was right by your ears and he was, he stood beside you, roughly rubbing the fat muscle of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart and watching them jiggle back in their place. 
“Will you look at that,” Jaemin whispers as he takes the bottle of oils and pours some of it over your ass. Jaemin went back to the foot of the table and climbed between your legs.
“What are you doing, Jaemin?” You softly questioned Jaemin as you felt the cushion on the massage table dip under you. 
“I’m just trying to get a better position so I can give you an amazing happy ending, love” That tone, he used again but this time it was more sultry and lust-filled, you could almost see the smirk on his face, you have a feeling you know where this is headed and you’re all on board with playing along, note to self buy Seungkwan dinner after you put salt in his coffee. 
“Okay, I hope this all was worth the hassle,” You replied knowing damn well it was.
Jaemin bit his lips as he kneaded your ass, he used his knees to spread your legs apart more. He laid on his stomach, inched closer, rubbed his nose on the line of your panty, bit the fat of your ass, and grazed his thumb over your asshole. He dipped his head and licked the outside of your underwear, softly biting your inner thigh.
Your moans began to increase the more he teased you, as if he could read minds he turned you over, wanting to see your face. 
“Would you like me to continue?” Jaemin lips started to rise on one side, giving you a teasing smile.
You blushed at his bluntness, “Eat me out Jaemin,”.
Jaemin leaned forward and pulled you by the back of your neck into a rough and sloppy kiss, honestly the best you’ve had. He gently sucked on your tongue and pulled at your hard nipple. 
“So fucking sexy,” Jaemin said as he gave you a once over before spreading your legs and giving them for you to hold, he run his hands on the back of your thigh as he examines every inch of you spread out in front of him. 
He hooked a finger under your panties and pulled them to the side. You let out a quiet moan as the cold air hit your wet pussy. He pushed your legs back even more so you hooked them behind your head.
“Look at this pretty pussy, so fucking wet,” Jaemin ran his finger around your lips and brought his finger to his mouth, humming about how sweet you tasted. He dipped his head and took a long swipe with his thick tongue.
“Oh fuck,” You let out a relief sign after finally getting some attention, you looked down at Jaemin sucking on your swollen clit that was painfully neglected in months. His head bobbed up and down as he took slow and sensual slurps, making your toes curl and breath hitch.
You started to rock your hip but Jaemin placed his heavy hands on your ass to hold you down, he dipped his head lower and poked his tongue on your asshole, fighting his way in. 
“Maybe I’ll have to prep you another time,” Jaemin smirks as makes his way to your gaping hole, sticking his long tongue, and forcing a strained moan out of you. He looked up at you, feeling himself grow even harder if that’s possible, absolutely falling in love with the way he has you a putty just from his tongue, the way you just look so sexy to him like this, pussy all red and angry, juices dripping from his chin, the way you bite your lips to conceal your sexy whimpers. 
He groped your breast and brought his attention back to your clit, switching between licking and sucking, completely abusing it. You reached your hand to his head to keep him in position.
“Oh don’t fuckin stop- oh my fucking– shit Jaemin..” You laid your head to the side, one eye clenching as your toe curled for dare life. Jaemin bore his face deeper into your soaking pussy, placing his tongue back inside as his nose rubbed your clit, sending you into cloud nine. He removed his face and quickly replaced it with his skilled hand, he placed his fingers on your clit and started swiping vigorously. 
You felt your stomach suck in as you started twitching, you felt like a bucket of water was thrown over you and you woke up from a dream you’d do anything to get back to. 
“Yes, look at that, wanna give me more,” Jaemin watched as you completely drenched his arm when you squirted, something you didn’t know you could do until today. He sucked up every last drop causing you overstimulation. 
You removed your legs and grabbed his face, bringing him into a passionate kiss. He placed his forehead on yours smiling embarrassingly.
“You definitely have to be my soulmate if you were able to make me come in my pants without touching me,” Jaemin said with a light chuckle. 
“I can do that, If you take me out on a date?, we can split the bill since I suggested,” You looked Jaemin deep into his eyes and he blushed slightly.
“I like that idea, but I’ll pay for the bill,” He kissed your lips before getting up from the table.
You both cleaned up and of course exchanged contacts, and it was history from there. 
Thank you Seungkwan.
639 notes · View notes
yixingismo · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
fighting the storm into the blue
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
and when I lose miself, I think of you
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
565 notes · View notes
ihaechans · 5 months
Text
Hallows Eve || 1-800-SLASHERS - N.JM
Tumblr media
PAIRING ▸ Na Jaemin x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut!!!!!!!!!!!
WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, phone sex, mutual masturbation, Jaemin fear kink(?), edging, orgasm control
SUMMARY ▸When your friend told you about 1-800-SLASHERS. You could almost laugh at her. Paying people to roleplay as characters from scary movies? Who does that? But once you found yourself calling 1-800-SLASHERS way more than you’d like to admit, even going as far as using their video call feature time and time again. You don’t think you can stop. 
WORD COUNT▸ 1.6k
A/N: this was kinda hard for me to make because Michael Myers has NEVER spoken in any of the movies. Also, I was too lazy to proofread so sorry for any mistakes. 😭 Part of @jenoslutie '1-800-SLASHERS' Halloween Series'
Tumblr media
Every time you dial the number, your heart races with excitement and fear, knowing that you are about to enter a world of terror and pleasure. As the line connects, you hear heavy breathing on the other end, followed by a sinister voice.
You hesitate for a moment, trying to choose between Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, or Jason Voorhees. Finally, you make your decision and say, "I want to talk to Michael."
The operator chuckles darkly and says, "Very well. Please hold while I connect you."
Suddenly, the screen comes to life, and there he is, Michael Myers, staring right at you from behind the screen.
His eyes bore into yours, and you can feel a shiver run down your spine. You can't help but feel a sense of excitement and fear mixed together as you stare back at him. His mask is as emotionless as ever, and you wonder why you haven't one this sooner.
You can't deny the thrill that runs through your body as you stare into those lifeless black eyes.
"Hello," you start, trying to break the silence.
You take in his surroundings through the screen, black room, dimly lit, nothing but a bed visible in the background. He's wearing a name tag on his blue jumper. Jaemin was his name.
He doesn't respond, but you can see him tilt his head slightly to the side. You feel a sense of unease, but you can't stop staring at him.
You try to steady your breathing as you watch him in silence. You can feel your heart beating faster and faster, and you realize that you're getting turned on by the fear that he evokes in you, starting to wonder what it would be like to be at the mercy of someone like Michael Myers.
Suddenly, you hear a faint sound coming from the other end of the line, and you realize that Michael Myers is breathing heavily. You can see his chest rising and falling in rhythm with his breath, and you start to feel a sense of excitement building inside you.
Without thinking, you say, "What do you want from me, Michael?" There's no response, but you can see his eyes narrow slightly, and you know that he's listening to you. You start to feel a sense of exhilaration at the thought of being watched and listened to by someone like him. You continue to stare at him, transfixed, as he remains silent.
Suddenly, you see Michael Myers moving closer to the screen, his eyes still locked onto yours. You can feel his presence invading your personal space, and yet, you find yourself wanting more.
His white mask fills the entire screen, and you can see the faint outline of his muscular body standing behind it. You feel a sudden urge to touch him, to feel his skin against yours, to experience the thrill of being with someone so dangerous. "Michael," you whisper his name again, hoping to elicit a response from him.
This time, he moves even closer, his mask almost touching the camera. You can practically feel his breath on your skin, and you shiver with anticipation. His eyes seem to be searching for something, and you wonder what it is that he wants from you.
You're not sure if it's the fear or something else that's making you feel this way, but you know that you want more of it. You want him to touch you, to take control of you, to make you feel alive in a way that you never have before.
Suddenly, Michael Myers speaks, his voice low and menacing.
"You want to know what I want from you?" he asks, his words sending a chill down your spine.
You nod eagerly, unable to speak. "I want to make you scream," he says, his voice sending shivers down your body. "I want to hear you beg for mercy while I take everything from you."
You feel a jolt of fear mixed with excitement course through your veins at his words. You swallow hard, your mouth dry as you try to reply, but no words come out. Michael Myers moves even closer to the screen, his mask filling your entire view. "I know what you want, and I can give it to you," he says, his voice deep and menacing. "I can make you feel things you've never felt before, I can make you forget everything except for the fear and pleasure I can give you."
The softness of his voice sent a wave of warmth through your body, and your heart beat grew faster as goosebumps rose up your arms. Every word he said felt like an intimate secret that was only meant for you. You're not sure if it's Michael Myers himself or the thrill of danger that's making you feel this way, but you know that you want more.
"What do I have to do?" you ask, your voice barely audible. Michael Myers leans back slightly, his eyes still locked onto yours.
"I want you to touch yourself for me," he says, his voice growing softer, deeper and more dangerous. "I want you to make yourself cum while I watch. I want you to cum until you can't remember your own name, until you're begging for me to allow you to stop. And then, I want you to start all over again."
His words send a wave of excitement through you, and you can feel your heart beat faster as you nod in agreement. You never thought you'd be so turned on by a man like Michael Myers, but you find yourself strangely attracted to him, and the thought of making yourself cum for him is more than enough to make you start.
You can feel your cheeks flush red with embarrassment as you start to tug down your pants and pull off your shirt. You can feel Michael's eyes on you as you undress, and you can't help but wonder if he's getting off at the sight of you.
You pull your shirt off, and suddenly, you can feel the cool air of your room on your chest. Your body trembles, craving for Michael to provide you with further affection.
You bite your lower lip as you see Michael's eyes staring at your breasts, and you realize that you want him to touch them. You want him to pin you down and make you feel helpless while he pounds into you without mercy.
You feel your left hand grab one of your breasts and start massaging it gently, starting with your nipple, and you can't help but moan in pleasure. You're embarrassed by the sounds that you're making, but you know that Michael is listening, and the thought of him getting turned on by your sounds of pleasure is enough to make you push yourself further.
Jaemin is still watching you, his eyes filled with lust as he leans towards the screen. You feel your right hand start to move towards your pussy, and you desperately try to push down your panties. You're embarrassed by how wet you are, but you can't help but continue to touch yourself.
You start to massage your clit with your middle finger, and you moan as you feel your pussy throbbing with pleasure and anticipation. You spread your legs slightly to give yourself more room to work, and you can feel the cool air of your room caressing the wetness of your pussy. You start to rub your clit faster, your mind filled with thoughts of Michael Myers, and you can feel your body tense up as you're getting closer to orgasm.
You can feel your heart beating faster and faster, and your breathing gets heavier as you near your climax. Just as you feel yourself about to cum, Michael Myers says, "Stop." You're about to protest, but then you realize that you can't.
You can see his hand move to the bottom of the screen, and you feel a wave of excitement run through your body as you realize that he's stroking his dick. You can't help but feel a sense of arousal at the thought of him touching himself while he's watching you.
His chest rises and falls in rhythm with his breathing, and the sight of him getting turned on by your fear makes you tense up even more. You can feel a sense of anticipation building inside you, and you realize that you want him to watch you cum. You want him to see just how much pleasure you can feel.
You slowly slide your fingers into yourself, and you can hear the sound of your juices flowing from your pussy. You can feel your pussy throbbing, your body desperately trying to cum, and you feel your thighs shake as you thrust your fingers faster into your cunt, hitting that spot that makes you dizzy.
As the waves of pleasure crash down over you, you can hear moans escaping your lips. You're embarrassed by how loud you're being, but you can't seem to stop yourself.
You can feel the rush of cum coursing through your body, and you can feel your legs shaking as you're pushed to the edge of your orgasm. You bite your lower lip, desperately trying to keep in any other sound other than moans of pleasure.
Finally, the waves of pleasure slow down and you can feel your heart beat slowing down. In that moment, you hear a faint moaning sound come from your computer speakers, and you realize that it's Michael Myers. You look at the screen, and you can see a clouded outline of where Michael Myers is, and you realize that he's cumming.
A moment of silence passes, the sound of your heavy breaths the only thing audible. Then, Michael Myers speaks. "Very good," he says, his voice soft yet somehow still sending a strange feeling of dread through your body. "We're going to have lots of fun together in the future."
172 notes · View notes
morguegardensblog · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
september 14th. ✧̩͙̾͒♪
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
210 notes · View notes
butvega · 6 months
Note
ooie vega, tudo bom? você pode fazer um headcanon do Jaemin desenrolando o dormitorio (a continuação daquela outra que esqueci agora o nome) por favor????
💭 oi, mozão! escrevo sim, ♡
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
série dos dreamies desenrolando o dormitório pra "dar umazinha". continuação deste headcanon aqui, 💓🧁
Tumblr media
`☆ na jaemin.
Se eu fosse Jisung, teria olhado para as mãos de Jaemin quando ele havia prometido que não usaria o sofá da sala, porque os dedinhos do mais velho estavam cruzados. Sim, Jaemin mentiu, e estava naquele exato momento usufruindo do apartamento vazio para transar com você no sofá da sala escura.
Só se escutava a série que passava em vão na televisão em volume baixo, e os suspiros dos dois. Jaemin estava por cima de você, com a cabeça escondida em seu pescoço, movimentando o quadril contra sua pelve incansavelmente, gemendo baixinho, só pra que você escute.
Você enfia as unhas nas costas largas e malhadas do Nana, não consegue raciocinar direito. O ritmo é rápido, não para de meter nem por um segundo. Só consegue fechar os olhos, jogar a cabeça para trás e aproveitar o momento. Sente seu interior se apertar envolta da ereção gordinha do maior, o que faz com que Jaemin te aperte com mais força.
Com certeza no dia seguinte você estaria com marcas, mas realmente não se importava, uma vez que havia deixado as costas dele arranhadas também. Jaemin teria de ficar um tempo sem camisa, se não, iriam claramente descobrir que ele havia transado.
"Coisa mais linda." — é o que ele murmura em seu ouvido, as palavras cortadas pela respiração forte.
"Com força, Nana." — você diz, o aperta com força, as pernas envoltas na cintura dele, o aproximando o máximo possível de si. Ao menos usavam preservativo, o que deixava Jaemin ainda mais sensível, e suscetível à gozar rápido.
Jaemin não era de dar "fugidinhas", mas por mais que ele escondesse, você era diferente, e especial. Ele não poderia estar mais feliz, e não desejaria estar em nenhum outro lugar, que não fosse dentro de você.
148 notes · View notes
markiefiles · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Clingy...!
Jaemin percebe que tratar você como uma gatinha não é mais fofo como antes.
fem!reader, jaemin!softdom, pet!play, size!kink, você é a gatinha dele, praise!kink, jaemin pode acabar falando na terceira pessoa – nada irritante demais! um pouquinho de fluffy! alguém me faz parar de pensar neleee👈👈
Boa leitura.💗
Tumblr media
Jaemin te achava adorável! Os apelidinhos carinhosos entre vocês eram muito comuns, muito amor envolvido no relacionamento que tinham, "gatinha manhosa" ou "boa menina" era o que te fazia sorrir de ponta a ponta, com os olhos adoráveis de tão brilhantes a cada apelidinho despejado.
Ele não gostaria de admitir, mas era mais amável que o normal, Jaemin sentia borboletas no estômago toda vez que você apoiava-se nos ombros largos ou dormia sob o colo dele, enquanto afagava os teus fios cheirosos.
Definitivamente você agia feito uma gatinha, daquelas, carentezinhas.
Passou meses sendo assim, ele apelidava, às vezes saía um "menina dengosa" ou "gatinha venha aqui" e você somente respondia se fosse tratada como tal, uma gatinha, com direito a afagos abaixo do queixo. Era frequente os carinhos nas costas, nuca, nas bochechas e ficava manhosa quando se abraçavam e permaneciam naquilo.
Talvez Jaemin gostasse da ideia do controle sobre você, gostava de pensar que ficaria perdidinha sem ele.
Não, não! Para Na Jaemin, aquilo não era mais fofo, porque seriamente, tinha algo em você sendo adorável que despertava o lado mais perverso dele.
E era assim, tardinha, Jaemin e você assistiam um filme de comédia romântica, bem água com açúcar, daqueles que Nana jamais admitiria estar chorando, porque queria ser forte para a namorada dele — você.
Mas as mãos estão inquietas, os dedos tão ansiosos que não permanecem só nos seus fios bonitos e macios, eles serpenteiam sua pele, habilmente.
— Você é tão linda, gatinha… — É tudinho o que consegue dizer.
Você o olha, confusa, procura os olhos dele e Jaemin sente o coração derretendo com o vislumbrar doce, suave que você o lança. Tem um rubor tão admirável nas suas bochechas que Nana precisa se conter… mas não sabe de que.
Então você o surpreende, abaixa a cabeça em direção a palma dele e esfrega-se nela, fecha os olhos, envolvida, solta barulhinhos tão aliciantes que Nana entra em combustão no exato momento em que cobre seu corpo.
Jaemin é todo grandão.
— C-calma, Nana.
Sua voz é lenta, porque não sabe dizer o que está sentindo, não sabe dizer, mas consegue distinguir. Definitivamente, você agindo feito uma gatinha não era mais fofo!
Era uma perdição.
Ele se afasta, não verbaliza nada e você percebe um bolo formando-se em seu calção branco, foca os olhos ali e Jaemin sorri, sem jeito, tão atrativo que suas pernas formigam por segundos.
Jaemin direciona os dedos para os seus lábios, envolvido pelo jeito meigo, pelo cheiro de perfume que sai de você, sente a textura macia e pegajosa de hidratante labial de cereja, uma vontade de se afundar na sua boca o consome imediatamente.
— Por favor… — Jaemin diz, ofegante, ele te puxa ansioso pelos braços, faz você se sentar sobre as coxas dele — Por favor, continua, continua assim.
Você faz, você o obedece, imediatamente, não o beija, mas Jaemin é tão carente de seus carinhos que se torna dependente, de imediato, uma necessidade de tratar você como a gatinha dele.
Você adorna os dedos de Jaemin com sua língua, os chupa de forma tão erótica que sua bucetinha pulsa, o canalzinho contraí e o pior, ele não tira os olhos de você, te vê abrindo os lábios, gemendo, enquanto a língua quente resvala sobre os dedos dele. É o suficiente pra que você deseje compulsivamente o pau do Nana.
Delicado, Jaemin retira os dedos da sua boca, arruma os teus fios, expõe seus ombros e te cheira, fica tonto, você é cheirosa demais, sua pele é uma loucura. Ele esfrega a pontinha do nariz sobre a pele, lento, como se estivesse estudando cada parte tua, sem quebrar o contato, quer te ouvir gemer.
— Você é tão cheirosa, doce. — Sussurra, beija sua bochecha, desliza a ponta do indicador sobre seu pescoço, inebriado.
Jaemin parece anestesiado por ti.
Você ronrona, quase um miado que faz Nana afundar a mão em sua cintura e te olhar, com fome, uma insaciável vontade de te quebrar.
Ele coloca as alças da regatinha de lado, deixa-a amarrotada em sua cintura, expõe seus peitinhos lindos e sorri, carinhoso. Deus… a mão dele é enorme, cobre quase tudinho no momento em que toca.
— Linda demais, olha…
Jaemin te escuta miar, imediatamente. Ele beija seus lábios e com os polegares circula teus mamilos, tão erótico que você pode facilmente dizer que molhou a pele dele só com o tecido da calcinha que usa.
— Me diz responde, doce. — Ele fala, ofegante, sobe sua saia jeans e muito rapidamente, desliza os dedos nas suas dobras, coloca a calcinha de lado, te estimula e você mia, nunca diz nada, só geme, burra — Você quer o pau do Nana?
Ele demonstra doçura na voz, ainda que tenha o cinismo presente, é o suficiente pra você querer chorar em cima dele. Você o faz, mexe freneticamente a cabeça e esfrega-se nele, pegajosa, enquanto as lágrimas escorrem por suas bochechas, é humilhante estar tão excitada, muito mais que isso…
Porque gosta de Jaemin te tratando como a gatinha que merece.
Aí, a mão adorna teu queixo, conduz a direção de seu pescoço, ele pede tão polido e respeitoso que não tire os olhos dele.
Mas, é impossível pra você se concentrar em qualquer coisa que não fosse o pau dele saindo da cueca, batendo contra o tecido da camiseta larga que usa.
— Nana…
Tenta criar uma frase, mas é tão estúpida sua situação, que derrete no colo dele, enquanto suas dobras se molham em antecipação. E também tem um bolo de saliva que se acumula, de modo algum você engole, ele apenas escapa pela fenda em seus lábios e caem sobre sua coxa.
Quando menos espera, seu corpo está sendo comandado.
Jaemin é fofo, prestativo, mas presunçoso, te come assim, lento, desliza tortuoso sobre suas paredes, porque mal cabe lá dentro.
Você cavalga no pau dele, molinha, ofegante, remexe a bunda, os peitinhos pulam e Jaemin se diverte, copia suas feições zombeteiro, pergunta "A bucetinha da princesa não aguenta o pau do Nana?" enquanto forma um biquinho em seus lábios, você chora, responde que sim.
Mas faria esse esforcinho por ele, levaria pau o quanto pudesse, porque gostava da sensação de estar entupidinha de esperma.
E você sempre voltaria ser a gatinha dengosa de Jaemin, a namorada que esfrega-se nas pernas e pede por carinho.
197 notes · View notes
f9smaragdine · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
No CAPTION***
Just Mark being sus 🤨
299 notes · View notes
taexoxosgf · 3 months
Text
2:00 AM
bf!jaemin x fem!reader
warnings: toxicity because i’m ill (sue me), gaslighting, angst, making out, groping
Tumblr media
“I’m blaming you because it’s your fault!” you step closer, orbs firing at his. He doesn’t move an inch, instead stands his ground. Jaemin continues to look at you with this challenging look as if urging you to continue, and if you do, to find out what happens next.
You aren’t scared one bit. You both have been arguing for most of the night, but both parties don’t regress. It’s a cycle that drains but also a high you can’t get enough of.
“I told you, I didn’t tell my friends about your personal issues,” he lowers the pitch of his voice and lowly enunciates each word to get the point across to you. As if you were a fucking child. You hate when he talks to you as if he’s superior and you’re just a dumb person who’s blindly in love with him.
“Then how does Jeno know about something so personal?” you grit. It was so obvious your boyfriend was the cause but refuses to admit his fault, like always.
“I don’t know!” he throws his arms up at the apparently absurd question. “Maybe you told someone and forgot you did,” he seems satisfied with his refute, but you don’t fall for it.
“Oh come on, stop with the shitty excuses and just admit that you opened your damn mouth,” you’re practically fuming at this point, the wheels in your head turning after every second that passes.
“I think you’re making things up in your head because you know I’m right and you remember telling someone other than me,” Jaemin scoffs.
“Are you serious right now?” you take another step closer, a step too close as the tip of your noses brush after every syllable exchanged. “Look who’s making shit up now? These same responses are getting a little old, aren’t they?” you push against his chest with your pointer finger. There's practically zero space between the two of you and the temperature of the room seems to continue to rise. It’s probably because of how furious you are and the steam that's practically coming out of your ears.
“What about you? Huh? Aren’t you tired of blaming everything on me? Aren’t you sick of always picking a fight with me for no reason?” your boyfriend sneers. It seems no matter how long these occurrences take to resolve if they ever resolve, Jaemin refuses to back down.
Rolling your eyes, you lick your teeth before continuing,” So many fucking questions, and no answers to mine. Ever.“
“Keep talking and see what happens when you continue using that mouth of yours.”
“I fucking hate you,” you spit.
“I fucking hate you more,” he steps forward, those same words slowly being uttered. He's challenging you again, but the more he talks like that, the farther you both stray from the beginning.
It forces you to take a step back to prevent falling. Even though you take a step back, Jaemin follows you, keeping the same proximity previously exercised. There's mere silence as you both await the first move. And after what feels like a million years, his eyes flicker down to your lips.
Damn you. Na Jaemin.
A million things are going through your mind and the line between right and wrong becomes blurred in these seconds of thought. It’s as if there's a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other.
But the silence is finally broken when Jaemin’s hand wraps around your nape to roughly bring your lips to his.
Fuck, you’re so mad at him.
But your body still tingles at every touch and the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins adds to the growing addiction that is him.
His hands are all over everywhere. He grips your ass, moving up to your hips. and finally pushes his heated hands below your thin shirt. His palm covers the majority of your abdomen, the same hand extending up to your breasts. Your boyfriend groans against your lips the moment he realizes you’re not wearing a bra. When he kneads your tits, focusing on your sensitive nipple, your mouths move languidly with each other, fitting like puzzle pieces, and you groan at the stimulation.
At your moan, he recognizes it as the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, and you welcome it with ease. It’s all too familiar, all too addicting when he grunts the moment your back hits the wall of your shared apartment.
Why does this feel so good when it shouldn’t?
179 notes · View notes
sunshyni · 1 month
Note
oi sun, como vc tá? eu tô ficando abubleble das ideias pq eu pensei num cenário do jaemin envolvendo jazz clássico, e eu morreria por uma escrita envolvendo essas duas coisas, bem fluff sabe, estilo sunshyni do jeitinho q a gente gosta, poderia escrever e fazer do mundo um lugar melhor😔😔
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝕸on𝖆lis𝖆.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Jaemin × fem!reader, fluffy, sugestivo, br!au e tudo que há de bom!
ᡣ𐭩𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖘: eu queria muito ser disciplinada e responder meus pedidos dos mais antigos para os mais recentes, (juro que eu tentei KKKK) mas essa ask aqui me deixou completamente maluca e obcecada, LOGO EU NÃO TÔ BEM AMADO ANON 😭 Na verdade, tô bem agradecida por você ter plantado essa sementinha na minha mente, sério KKKKKK (não sei se atendi as suas expectativas, mas espero que você goste! 🙏)
ᡣ𐭩w.c: 1.4k
ᡣ𐭩𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖝𝖙: não 'tava nos meus planos isso daqui ser br!au mas sei lá aconteceu naturalmente como já dizia grupo revelação, então é isso aí! O Jaemin é fotógrafo e acabou de organizar a sua primeira exposição, e você é a primeira pessoa a apreciá-la, você só não contava com uma surpresinha da parte dele...
Boa leitura, 𝖉𝖔𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖍𝖔𝖘! 🩷
Tumblr media
Jaemin fechou a porta do uber black que te deixou na porta da galeria de arte que exibia a primeira exposição do Na, na qual você seria a primeira pessoa a contemplar, ele te ofereceu a palma da mão que escondeu a sua pequena quando seus dedos foram entrelaçados, de alguma forma vocês tinham combinado a cor das roupas, ele com a calça e a camisa social preta e você com um vestidinho fluído de alças da mesma coloração, uma escolha questionável considerando o clima bipolar de São Paulo que já estava se inclinando para um friozinho incômodo que te fazia arrepiar de vez em quando, mas nada se comparava com o friozinho que o olhar atento e dedicado de Jaemin provocava na sua barriga, e o sorriso que ele te lançou quando a recepcionista questionou se vocês estavam de rolo e ele respondeu de forma brincalhona: “É ela quem me enrola” fez seu interior se esquentar, o coração de repente parecia grande demais no seu peito, prestes a explodir e foi impossível não revirar os olhos, sentir as bochechas serem esmagadas pelo polegar e dedo médio alheios e ganhar um selinho do artista.
— Eu tenho um motivo pra não ter conseguido te buscar hoje — Jaemin começou enquanto vocês subiam as escadas para o segundo andar, você tinha acompanhado toda a jornada dele no mundo das fotografias, ele havia chorado inúmeras vezes no seu colo por causa de fotógrafos abusivos que humilhavam seus aprendizes sempre que tinham a mínima oportunidade. Num dia em que Jaemin apareceu no seu apartamento com um nariz vermelho de tanto fungar e os olhos vermelhos do ato de derramar as lágrimas mais gordinhas, você o beijou, não por dó e nem porque você se sentia estranhamente atraída por homens chorando, – certo, talvez esse último tivesse alguma porcentagem de verdade – mas sim porque você simplesmente não conseguia ignorar a admiração que nutria por alguém tão persistente feito o Na — Eu 'tava preparando uma surpresa pra você...
E desde então, Jaemin passava mais tempo na sua casa do que na própria dele, esparramando bisnagas de tinta, pincéis, telas e lentes de câmera por todos os cômodos, te auxiliando sempre que se sentia bonita demais pra simplesmente deixar a oportunidade de atualizar o feed do Instagram passar reto. Cozinhando pra você que vivia se esquecendo de se alimentar feito uma pessoa normal, ocupada demais com o home office, e te filmando nos momentos mais inusitados. Propondo propostas ousadas e promíscuas, com a desculpa esfarrapada de que se tudo desse errado, vocês poderiam gerar conteúdo para o only friends, o que sempre te fazia rir até perder o fôlego.
— Até porque senão fosse por você, nada disso ia virar realidade — Assim que vocês alcançaram o segundo andar da galeria com luzes baixas envolvendo vocês dois numa áurea misteriosa e sensual, pequenas luminárias circulares iluminando as fotografias reunidas num período de 1 ano, você conseguiu ver as que continham modelos novatos no meio e algumas personalidades reconhecidas naquela área que gostaram do trabalho de Jaemin, havia até uma fotografia de um Mark Lee marrentinho que o Na fez questão de adicionar ao portifólio — Essa exposição toda deveria ter sido só sobre você. 'Cê sabe, né?
— Para de ser galanteador assim — Um jazz clássico tocava como fundo ambiente, o mesmo tipo de música que vocês escutavam nos sábados à noite em que não estavam afim de rodar a cidade atrás de um estabelecimento que vocês nunca tinham visitado antes, e só conseguiam depositar suas energias num bom livro ou em algum entretenimento na tv.
— Eu só sou assim com você — Ele disse com um sorriso divertido e ao mesmo tempo sedutor emoldurando os lábios hidratados, enquanto ainda segurava sua mão e mudava o jazz suave das caixinhas de som para outro conhecido através do touchpad do notebook, que descansava numa superfície plana no começo da exposição, juntamente com o caderno de assinaturas, utilizado para registrar o número de pessoas que contemplaram as obras.
— Só comigo, né seu safado — Você desferiu um soquinho fraco no peito de Jaemin que tirou vantagem do movimento para te abraçar, enlaçando sua cintura com os braços fortes e expirando o seu perfume reservado para saideiras à noite, quando ergueu o rosto novamente para encontrar seus olhos, uma mecha do cabelo claro estrategicamente bagunçado, invadia o seu campo de visão e você tratou de afastá-la com a ajuda da pontinha do dedo indicador — A dona Laura, do 127, fica toda molinha quando você se dispõe pra tirar o lixo dela, com esses seus bíceps de fora depois de uma longa manhã de treino.
— Eu não posso ser mais gentil agora? — Ele pergunta com um brilho inocente enfeitando os olhos escuros, aquele sorriso de vítima costumeiro nos lábios que ele usava toda vez que queria algo de você. Você juntou as mãos por de trás do pescoço de Jaemin, espremendo os olhos como se estivesse lidando com uma criança atentada, embora tivesse pra si que o Na fora exatamente esse tipo de pequeno homem no passado — 'Cê tem razão. Ela é aposentada, né? Na sua pele eu também sentiria ciúmes.
— Você não presta, Jaemin — Você virou o rosto com um sorriso estonteante iluminando sua feição, e Jaemin beijou a sua bochecha esquerda com carinho. Foi quando seus olhos se depararam com a fotografia incomum ao restante do conteúdo da exposição, considerando que 99% da galeria estava adornada com fotos que mostravam os rostos dos seus modelos, seja completamente ou parcialmente, no entanto aquela em específico não. A fotografia em questão colocava em evidência a silhueta de uma mulher misteriosa deitada de lado, os cabelos caindo-lhe pelas costas num efeito cascata, as pontas levemente onduladas e até o frizz parecia estranhamente familiar para você.
Talvez porque a mulher misteriosa fosse você na manhã seguinte a um sábado regado a livros, jazz suave, vinho tinto, amor, sorrisinhos tímidos no breu do seu quarto e respirações descompassadas, mas atuando num só ritmo. Você se desprendeu do Na pra poder andar em direção ao quadro, hipnotizada com a fotografia que levando em conta a sua disposição no ambiente, parecia se tratar da obra principal da exposição de Jaemin, a constatação ocasionou numa lágrima solitária descendo lentamente pela sua bochecha.
— É assim que eu te vejo — O Na te abraçou por trás, descansando o queixo no seu ombro enquanto você tentava inutilmente controlar as lágrimas que sem permissão rolavam pelas suas bochechas agora. Você nunca tinha ganhado um gesto de tanto carinho vindo de um cara de tamanha amabilidade que era de se assustar. Jaemin era gracioso em toda situação, o olhar e o sorriso encantador restauravam sua paz de uma forma surreal, e você de repente se questionava se poderia alcançar os 200 anos de idade, só pra poder vê-lo por um tempo um pouquinho maior que o costumeiro.
— Uma obra de arte que se tivesse nascido nos tempos do Da Vinci. Com certeza o quadro da Monalisa teria sido diferente — Jaemin te fez se virar para a frente dele, colocando seus braços ao redor do pescoço dele como instantes antes, subindo as mãos para as suas escápulas, passando por suas costas num carinho cuidadoso e meigo, retornando para a cintura e pressionando o local de uma forma prazerosa que te fez prender o fôlego em expectativa quando Jaemin sussurrou pausadamente contra seu ouvido “Dança comigo, Monalisa”.
Jaemin colou seus corpos num balanço suave em frente a cereja do bolo do seu primeiro trabalho daquela proporção, a parca iluminação tornando o clima do ambiente ainda mais romântico, parecia até que estavam num cenário cinematográfico em que tudo entrava em perfeita harmonia, incluindo a conexão de vocês.
— 'Cê vai me dar o seu consentimento pra eu expôr isso no dia da exposição? — Ele questionou capturando uma lágrima sua com o dedo indicador dobrado, você sorriu anuindo com a cabeça várias vezes.
— Você sempre vai ter o meu consentimento — Jaemin envolveu sua nuca firmemente, unindo os lábios nos seus de forma doce e artística, se demorando numa investigação precisa na qual cada cantinho da sua boca precisava necessariamente, quase biologicamente, ser averiguado. Em algum momento, o polegar dele foi parar no centro do seu pescoço, massageando o lugar com o dedão de uma forma que te deixou um bocado sedenta demais por ele.
— Eu sei. Às vezes eu te pergunto porque gosto de te ver implorar — Jaemin expôs a fileira de dentes alinhados e branquinhos que sempre te deixava cambaleante, os olhinhos cobertos por uma fina camada de luxúria aparente que brilhava sem cessar — Minha Monalisa.
70 notes · View notes
hyukura · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
— aespa karina, giselle x nct jaemin, jeno tiktok
114 notes · View notes
xolilith · 5 months
Text
🍓Morango [00:55] - Na Jaemin
O cristal gelado e docinho do sorvete de morango dissolve sobre sua língua. O gosto e cheiro da fruta tomam seus sentidos e fazem um suspiro escapar em meio aos barulhos de explosão da televisão. E daí que eram quase três da manhã? O calor infernal do país tropical parecia ainda pior do que ano passado, nem parecia que era noite. Se não tivesse olhado pela janela algum tempo antes, formaria a hipótese da lua ter sido substituída pelo sol. Observa Luke ressonar sobre seu colo, todo esparramado, ronrona vez ou outra. Lucy também permanece na mesmo situação, próxima de uma das almofadas ao seu lado. E Luna, bem, Luna estava sobre a mesinha de centro, o olhar preguiçoso e fixo sobre você, como se atentamente a viagiasse. Diferente dos irmãos, Luna era mais arisca e desconfiada e parecia não gostar muito de você, principalmente quando estava junto de Jaemin. Toma mais uma colherada do sorvete, prestando atenção mais uma vez em The Umbrella Academy, na sina de Five - um idoso na pele de um adolescente passando pela latente puberdade e apaixonado por um manequim - em salvar os irmãos mais uma vez do iminente apocalipse em 1963. Se perde um tempo nas cenas, até escutar os ruídos de passos vindo do quarto principal, até poderia ficar com medo de ser um fantasma, mas logo a presença de Na Jaemin retem o anseio. Assim como os outros gatos, Jaemin arruma uma espacinho ao seu lado para se aninhar. Enfia o rosto sobre o seu pescoço, a voz baixa e rouca indaga baixinho. – Não é muito tarde para sorvete? – Muito calor, Nana! Jaemin ronrona sobre seu pescoço em concordância. Tinha também acordado com uma fina camada de suor sobre a pele antes de vir procurá-la quando notou a ausência na cama. Entreabe um pouco os olhos para ver o que você assiste. – Você não cansa de assistir toda vez essa mesma temporada? Nega, rindo baixinho pelo tom cansado que ele usa. – Não. Você sabe que eu sou meio apaixonada pelo Ray. Jaemin sopra uma risadinha. – Allison deveria ter cuidado com você. – Você assente e ele continua. – Você não parece a única apaixonada por aqui. – Jaemin constata ao olhar Luke esparramado em seu colo. O gato parecendo zombar por ter mais espaço sobre você do que ele. – Luke é mesmo um conquistadorzinho barato. Diz entredentes, estreitando os olhos falsamente ameaçador na direção do bichano. Você ri, toma mais um pouco do sorvete. – Você não deveria reclamar do Luke, ele é inofensivo. – Garante. – Você deveria mesmo se preocupar com a Luna, ela parece prestes a fincar as unhas na minha garganta, Nana. Além do mais, você sabe que boa parte do meu coração é ocupado por um outro gato aí. Termina, como quem não quer nada. Fazendo um charminho na voz. – Ah é?! Jaemin alarga um sorrisinho, larga um beijinho sobre a pele do seu pescoço que te faz rir, bobinha. – Sério, Jaemin! Inclina-se um pouco para pousar a taça sobre a mesinha de centro, tomando cuidado para não ficar muito próxima de Luna. Luke pula de seu colo, espreguiça-se pronto para também seguir para o quarto quando você diz. – Vem. Vamos voltar a dormir, Nana.
100 notes · View notes
waechan · 28 days
Text
nct dream in school (maknae line)
continuation of nct dream in school!
once again fluff:)
Tumblr media
jaemin na
group: same as mark, they'd be besties (the cool stupid smart group)
fav class: photography
dream job: management
relationship status: everyone would want him i already know and he would have zero care in the world
thoughts: he'd be quiet with a big group but crazy when hanging out outside of school
people will think he stays at home all the time but nOpe he loves hanging out
i feel like he'd have like culinary as a hobby or something
he'd def volunteer at an animal shelter too he'd be a living angel
Tumblr media
2. chenle zhong
group: i feel like he'd be in choir or anything performing arts related
fav class: ta (💀)
dream job: any form of art, most likely music (maybe a music teacher?)
relationship status: crushing
thoughts: he'd be the most adorable thing
always having crushes on people and getting heartbroken, but stays optimistic and has a new crush every couple months
he would be such a yapper
but like the not annoying ones, like the ones you want to be friends with
idk i just feel like everyone would know him and like him but hes not popular just well known
Tumblr media
3. jisung park
group: quiet video game players (hed be the best looking one)
fav class: dance
relationship status: single or in a really private relationship
thoughts: he would 100% be on the dance team
idk ab you guys but at my school the dance team is like the most popular group of people on campus
hed be one of the people who dont want to associate with the group tho and do his own thing with his actual friends
literally has a heart of gold
hed seem stand offish but hes just shy
lwk my type lol!
this was so late as a follow up to the first part but i hope you like it!
i'm also running out of ideas so pls give me recs
59 notes · View notes