#dom!jaemin

[yunoclips]

I noticed in your sub!jae hc you said that jae would probably be embarrassed by squirting clear liquid when he’s pegged, do you have any hcs on members who would like it? lovely work as always 💖💖

Hey anon!! There are acc a few members that I think would love it. Nd of course thank you for the kind words and support <3

Taeyong

He actually loves it. You were fucking into him so roughly one day. The pleasure building up in his stomach was so intense that it started to become painful. He had never experienced anything like this before , he thought he was gonna pee so he tried to warn you. Knowing what was about to happen you had just cooed at him and told him to let it go. It didn't help that his cock was also caged. When he finally released , he was in shock. White spots started to blur his vision. His head was pounding and he couldn't breathe. His moaning turned into quite little squeaks every time you thrusted in. Taeyong loves to be one with his femininity when he's with you. So seeing himself squirt made him feel extra special. Not to mention the fact that you were in his ear whispering things like "Look at you, my pretty yongie squirting all over himself like a girl." He swore his soul left his body when you said that.

Haechan

Another one that gets joy from it. He had pissed you off that day and needed to be taught a lesson in obedience. You were fucking into him from the back , landing rough spanks to his ass. You had grabbed both of his arms and pulled them back , using them as leverage. He couldn't jerk himself off , which of course left him upset until he felt you hit his prostate head on. His head was stuffed in the pillow but the second you nailed his spot , he let out a painful mewl. You continued your attack on his prostate , milking orgasm after orgasm out of him. It honestly felt so good that it started to hurt , after time went on the pleasure building up so deliciously that one final thrust sent him into a land of unconscious. He had screamed so loud into the pillow that you were scared that he was actually hurt , until you felt liquid on your knee. You looked down underneath him and the bed had a huge wet spot. Haechan was completely boneless and fucked out.

Renjun

He had been riding you for what felt like ages. His body had gone on autopilot. His mind was blank and his thighs were in pain , shaking on either side of you. The penetration was hitting his prostate so deliciously , he couldn't get his self to stop. He was crying in frustration. Trying his best to give himself a mind blowing orgasm, you watched in amusement before you decided to give in. You grabbed his hips and started to thrust up into him with vigor. He immediately collapsed onto you. Face falling onto your neck , feeling his warm tears rub off on your skin. Pained moans exited his mouth. You kept hitting his prostate with such precision. Before you knew it , you could feel clear liquid squirt on your stomach. Renjun was now fully sobbing clutching onto your shoulders , shaking like a leaf. Ever since that day he yearned for that feeling constantly.

Mark

He's someone who wouldn't think about it but when it finally happens , would be in complete bliss. It had been one of those days where Mark was extra extra stressed. When he came home he had pleaded for you to fuck him until he couldn't think anymore. And of course you gave him what he wanted. He had been laid flat on his stomach , body relaxed. Taking in all the pleasure he was receiving. You fucked him for so long that he started shooting blanks. He was cross eyed , drooling into the pillow trying his hardest to grip the sheets. He was babbling incoherently into the pillow , a mix of Korean and English none of it making sense. You continued your movements until you had noticed that he had completely stopped making sounds but his mouth was agape. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head. His entire body had became numb. You were concerned for a second before you started to see wetness spread underneath him. From that day forward , he would always look forward to that kind of experience anytime he was stressed.

Jaemin

It had been a normal day. You two were having sex just like you always would. His legs were pinned against his chest while you gave him hard and slow strokes. Nailing his prostate every time you would pull out to the point where the tip was the only thing left in him, only to thrust back in completely sheathing yourself in his warm and wet hole. He was gripping your arms alarmingly tight. His thighs started to quicker on either side of you. A wanton of throaty moans leaving his chest. His eyes started to slip before trying to refocus them. His ears started to ring. His eyes crossed and a dopey smile was painted across his face. In the next second he felt warm liquid squirt over his abs and drip down to his chest. He felt exhilarated

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[hrts4doie]

thinking about sub!jaemin who loves being called princess in bed!

he loves when you call him that while you slowly stroke his cock, making him cum all over himself. he’d throw his head back with a loud whine, face red as he spills into your hand. “there you go, princess,” you’d coo, working him through his orgasm. he’s always so perfect for you, taking whatever you give him.

the pet name always makes him so shy but you both know just how much he loves it <3

#jaemin is my pretty princess #sub!jaemin #sub jaemin #nct dream smut #jaemin smut #na jaemin #na jaemin smut #jaemin x reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream x y/n #sub!idol #nct dream #dom!reader #sub!nct #please like princess jaemin too #please don’t flop #jaemin

[nctstar]

payback

You thought about it for a while, then, you flicked your hair behind your shoulders and smirked, much to his dismay. “I’ll take that risk, Jaemin. Anything to prove you wrong.”

pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

word count: 1.0k

genre: smut smut smut no plot minors dni

warnings: everything is consensual (always!) - hard dom!jaemin, overstimulation, manhandling, use of the word whore, somewhat dom (?) reader at the start but not really, people are tied up, oral (male + fem receiving), fingering, spitting in mouth :D do not read if it makes you uncomfy.

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my imagination. I do not know the nct members and do not claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. 

a/n: i know it's filthy. no need to report me i'm already putting myself in smut writer jail.

“Jaeminnn…” you sang, the words slurring and coming out twisted and mixed like you were inebriated. But you were as sharp as an ox. “Get down, baby.” Red painted nails, chipped at the ends, pushed his solid body down to the bed. He toppled, wobbling, his body surrendering to you. His brown eyes never left yours. The air was thick with tension, and as you shuffled forward to the edge of the bed, the top of your knee hit his hard on.

You moaned, wasting no time to scramble over him, grabbing his face to keep it near yours. Your hair tickled the sides of his cheeks, black strands blooming across his skin. He smelt like coffee and shampoo, like he always did. “Fuck, Jaemin. You’re driving me crazy.”

You were met with silence, his stare boring holes into your head. He was trying to intimidate you, and, if you were going to be honest, it was kind of working. Your heart fluttered, but you gulped, quickly swallowing any chance of giving him the satisfaction of seeing you tremble before him. Your hormones raging, you were on an uncontrollable high, so strong it made the room spin and the air prickle your skin like feathery kisses. You leant down, letting the softness of your lips drag across the tip of his nose and the skin of his mouth. He didn’t move.

“Fine. Have it your way.”

Soon you were pumping him up and down, a mixture of your spit and his precum dripping all over the front of his pants. Jaemin was frowning, the occasional gasp escaping him, as he tried so hard to resist you. He had promised you that he wouldn’t break under your touch, that only HE could make YOU feel that way. And you were desperate to prove him wrong.

When you gagged around his thick length, you almost missed his hands entangled in your hair, shoving you deeper and deeper, using you at an unforgivable pace like he always did. You heard him swear, and finally, after what seemed like ages and no time simultaneously, he came.

“Good job, baby.” To the sound of your raspy voice, he grunted, his face undecipherable still. “Still gonna keep you tied up for me. Gonna clean you up later.”

“Y/n.” He finally spoke, and you almost had a physiological reaction to the sound of his voice, your stomach suddenly dropping in anticipation. You knew that tone – it was a warning.

You thought about it for a while, then, you flicked your hair behind your shoulders and smirked, much to his dismay. “I’ll take that risk, Jaemin. Anything to prove you wrong.”

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You definitely should not have done that.

“Fuck, fuck, Jaemin, please, please…” Tears streamed down your face as you felt his long digits drag in and out of you at dizzying speeds. “I can’t…I can’t do it again. No, please…”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “You sure, gorgeous?”

He stopped, bringing his now soaked fingers to your lips. You whimpered, pulling your face away slightly. He tapped you gently on the side of your lips, and you looked into his eyes. You knew better than to disobey.

He always went all the way, not satisfied until he heard you struggling. “Good girl.” Fuck, that was your kryptonite, and he knew it.

Chuckling, he started kissing down your bare chest, making you arch off the bed, obscene sounds coming out of your mouth now. “Not so fiery now, are we? We surrendering to Jaemin now?”

“Nghhh…” he slipped his fingers out, and you gasped, engulfing air with each breath. “Please, Jaemin, I didn’t mean to make you-“

You didn’t get to finish, as he plunged straight back into you core, this time with his tongue. You screamed, trying to wriggle out of his iron grip on your thighs. “Oh my god, oh my god,” you cried. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…I’ll never…fuck…no…” You starting crying again from the overstimulation, feeling your core reach climax again. “Fuck, I can’t cum again, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

He pulled away at the last second, much to your shock. You felt like passing out, body fluids everywhere, your body singed with lustful heat. “Jaemin-ah…” you sobbed, “Please…”

“Please what, my love? Don’t you think it’s fair, that I also get to tie you up and belittle you and make you cum? Hmm?”

“Jaemin, please. This is my fifth time in a row-“

“Shhh…” his fingers pressed against your lips. “You know what to say to make it all stop.”

You contemplated using the safe word, but you knew why you hadn’t used it yet.

He grabbed the sides of your face, making you yelp at the sudden rough handling. “Open up.”

“Jaemin-“

“I’m not hearing another word unless it’s THAT word. You understand? I’m tired of your crying and whining. Stupid whore. I know you wanted this all along, now, didn’t you?”

You opened wide for him, and he spat in your open mouth. “Be good for me and stay still for the next little bit.”

“Ah, Jaemin, please,” You knew what was going to happen now, his hard-on slapping against your bare stomach. “You’re too big and I’m too sensitive, fuck.”

He chuckled. “You’re so cute when you’re cock drunk, y/n.” He aligned himself with your entrance, and began his intrusion slowly but confidently, like he knew exactly where he was going.

“Jaeminnn…” your voice slurred like before, when you were teasing him for fun, but now it was just because he was right – you were truly drunk on him.

As your walls struggled and fluttered around his brutal girth, choked moans deflating you of any stamina or energy, the little ball of pleasure in the pit of you core bursting again with an agonising determination, you realised something - the one thing bringing you back to him every single time.

Na Jaemin was sadistically good at this game – this little payback game. And you didn’t mind losing every single time.

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[thetypingpup]

What about rover!jaemin just completely pussy drunk and loving when you sit on his face? Like as soon as you settle over his face, as soon as the gloss of your arousal meets with his tongue, his eyes are rolling back and sliding shut. And he's just loves being completely ar your mercy, loving the way your thighs squeeze around his head, the way you grind down onto his face with his tongue gliding through your folds. He especially loves when you grind your clit against his nose, feeling the sensitive bud pulsate with pleasure right against him, all while your arousal practically drips into his mouth. He'd be too far gone to lick feverishly at your entrance, so he'd just grasp your thighs and almost absently lap at your core, his mind leaving this plane of existence more and more by the moment. The sweet musk of your arousal has him far too intoxicated to think clearly, so he actually prefers when you just use him however you want, grabbing his hair and pressing his face in deeper, using his mouth as your own personal toy for your enjoyment.

It's your words that keep him anchored, your moans, your whines, your commands, that keep him from completely floating away, otherwise he'd let himself completely drown in everything that is you. His cock twitches with every languid moan of his name, with every rough groan commanding him not to stop. He follows orders easily enough, sucking and licking your clit when you tell him, sliding his tongue past your entrance and caressing your innermost centre with the wet muscle whenever you say so. But to him, this is his chance to completely escape reality, to let himself be smothered with and submerged in you. Your pleasure fuels his, and he's cum untouched more than once just giving you orgasm after orgasm. In moments like this, he's along for the ride, all while he drives you to the precipice of pleasure as much as you desire. Anything to feel you cum on his face, to feel your thighs tremble and close around either side of his face, to feel you grind down hard onto his mouth as you shudder and cry out in bliss.

Just imagine how pretty his lashes look all fanned out over his cheekbones, brows hitched as he hums against you, indulgently taking in your orgasm. Imagine how pretty he looks blinking up at you as you come down, tongue roving over your clit to get you riled up all over again

#rover!au #sub!idol #dom!reader #sub!nct dream #sub!nct #sub!jaemin #nct smut #nct jaemin smut #nct dream smut #nct dream jaemin smut

[markiefiles]

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.💗

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.

#nct smut #pt br #nct dream smut #jaemin x reader #na jaemin #jaemin na #jaemin soft dom

[femdomlieeh]

Teasing you pt. 1 (m)

Sub!NCT U x Dom!GF!Reader

WARNING—smut ✧ dom/sub themes ✧ punishment

NOW PLAYING—SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY remix ✧ Amaarae & Kali Uchis & Moliy

[A/N.] In this part: Johnny, Kun, Jaehyun, Renjun, Jaemin, Shotaro, Chenle

In part 2: Taeil, Yuta, Doyoung, Jungwoo, Jeno, Yangyang, Sungchan, Jisung

ik shotaro left nct but I already finished writing his part b4 that announcement. Shotaro and sungchan were treated like shit and I hope sm keeps their promise and debut them in a boy group soon!!!

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서영호 / johnny

This man loves teasing. He will randomly decide to tease you just because he's bored and wants to make you horny and/or make you punish him. He's not shy to be the one to initiate sex, he will for sure tease you with lingering kisses on your neck, collarbone, shoulder, hands, tits, stomach and thighs until you become a bit more rough on him and degrade him, pin him down, choke him or tie his hands. Not surprisingly, he's probably the most confident in himself and will go as far as even teasing you in public or in front of his members (in secret), whispering dirty things to you at a restaurant, resting his hand on your thigh under the table, going closer and closer to your pussy while joking around with Mark. All of this shit will be done with a smile on his face, no regret or nervousness.

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钱锟 / 전곤 / kun

Kun best boy. Since he has many hardships as a leader of a group of energy crazy boys, in a romantic relationship he prefers just giving his partner the power to make all the decisions so he doesn't have to think for once. Therefore he typically just does everything you say obediently, always such a good boy. The only time he would ever "tease you" is when you tell him to worship your body since that order is open for different interpretations, so then his tongue will swirl around your nipples and his mouth will create hickeys all over your boobs (he's a titty guy) as his cold fingertips tickle your thighs, neglecting giving you attention where you need him the most until you finally pull on his hair and force his head down to choke him with your thighs as he gladly eats you out. That's the closest to a tease he'll be. He just wants to be a good boy and only do what you tell him to, never have to use his brain. No, instead he prefers when you tease him and torture him by sitting or grinding your wap on his thighs, abs, chest — everywhere but his dick and tongue — until he's begging for your sweet pussy, only to have you shove your fingers in his mouth to suck on. Best boy.

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정윤오 / jaehyun / jay / jamal / jeffrey

a spoon switch (lol) he will be the little spoon for you when you want him to and that's when he likes to be naughty! Don't get me wrong he can be such a cutie and just be happy with your arms around him — but sometimes he feels a bit more bratty than cutie. As soon as you envelope him in your arms, his back against you, his dimples make an appearance and dirty thoughts cloud his head. Twenty minutes into the movie you feel a large, warm hand on your ass (he has long arms and can probably reach). He smirks (which you can't see) but doesn't say anything to make it seem like an innocent touch, although his little head is coming up with more dirty ideas. A few minutes later he kneads the fatness for a little bit. "Hm, baby?" "Nothing, it's just soft," himbo says. You know what he's doing — seeing as similar instances happened many times before in this position — and you play along moving your cold hand up to his tiddie. "Hm?" he mumbles. "Nothing, it's just soft," you say and he blushes, flustered at your teasing. A few minutes of breathing later, the large, warm hand moves a bit lower and you think he's just gonna touch behind your upper thighs, which he did very often both as a little and a big spoon. You're not prepared when his long arm reaches all the way past your butt to your pussy to massage your lips and the tip of his long middle finger reaching your clit, smirking again. Safe to say you didn't watch the rest of the movie.

(a/n. Jaehyun my bias? Whaaaat— I have no idea what ur talking abt...)

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黄仁俊 / 런쥔 / renjun

He's such a good boy so he rarely teases you. However, he has his moments when he's not your angel, like when he's feeling a teeny tiny bit jealous over you laughing way too hard with Haechan or giving Jisung all your smiles and hair ruffling, unconsciously ignoring your dear, sweet boyfriend who's watching you from across the room. In those cases he will get a bit annoyed and try to think of how to get your attention which usually would be by pouting at you or sitting down next to you and resting his head on your shoulder to get you to look at him. But...other times it might go further if you still don't give him attention. He'll go "hmph oh well" and sit opposite to you and send you a nude and a nasty text and just watch your reaction with a smile.

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나재민 / jaemin

Babie acts naughty sometimes just because he's bored or wants your attention or he forgets your rules. It could have just been a slow day, watching Netflix and cuddling, nothing special when he decides to put his face in your tits, insisting that "it's just so comfortable" only to end up lifting your shirt up to kiss your boobs. And he knows he looks so, so pretty when he's making out with your boobs and looking up at you innocently; he knows that will either lead to you pushing his head down to squish his neck and cheeks between your thighs or to you teasing him back by pushing him away and masturbating, not letting him touch you or himself — either way is a happy way. He will usually be a good boy though. Just a little needy every now and then when he feels like it. 

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大崎将太郎 / おさきしょたろ / 쇼타로 / shotaro

Omg babie. He's such a good boy and always obeys your orders during sex, result from having an obsession with being praised by his partner. That being said he only ever teases you in very certain circumstances. These circumstances include when he's needy for your attention either because you haven't spent much time together lately or because he's jealous of the attention you give to Yuta (or *insert another hot bitch*), or when he unfortunately gets influenced by movies, music or guy friends to act more dominant or take more charge in bed — either way, he will act so confident, resting his hand on your ass in public, biting your neck, telling you all the dirty things he will do to you when you get home. And every single time ends in the with him whimpering "mommy" as he cums, tears on his cheeks, thanking you profusely and promising you to always be your good boy.

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钟辰乐 / 鍾辰樂 / 천러 / chenle

(A/n. I'll add him when this post gets 150 votes since his part is not finished yet and I rlyyy wanted to post this anyway!!)

✧✧✧✧✧✧... ✧ ...

❝ Why you wanna act like Leo?

Like you don't love me please, oh

Like you don't spend money, oh

Like you don't eat my pussy ❞

—ama serwah genfi; 2021

#sub!nct #sub!kpop #sub!idol #dom!reader #sub!nct127 #sub!nct dream #sub!wayv #sub!nct smut #sub!nct 127 #nct smut #sub!johnny #sub!kun #sub!jaehyun #sub!renjun #sub!jaemin #sub!shotaro #sub!chenle #sub nct #sub wayv #sub kpop #sub idol #sub nct dream #sub nct 127 #sub johnny #sub kun #sub jaehyun #sub renjun #sub jaemin #sub shotaro #sub chenle

[neochan]

half awake thinking about straddling marks lap and lazily making out with him while jaemin coos filthy sweet praises in your ear and kneads the fleshy part of your thighs. it leaves you squirming all over marks lap and he can’t help but groan “stop moving princess” 💞

#sam rambles ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ sweetbox #brain overheating and fuzzy thinking ab soft dom!jaem & mark #jaemin smut #mark lee smut #nct dream smut

[k-femdove]

Hey.. you don’t know me I don’t know you can you tell which nct member would want to ride… y/n… face…

I can only think of one member right now and it has to be Jaemin.

Jaemin's always been into ass stuff. Whether it's fingering, rimming, or just getting fucked, he's obsessed with it.

It's no surprise when he comes up to you and asks to ride your face. Heck, you're surprised that it took him that long to ask.

As soon as you find the time, Jaemin's sitting on your face. Your hands grip his tiny waist, and he looks at you with pleading eyes as he grinds on your tongue, whimpering. His eyes are shut tight as his hips roll, practically suffocating you with his pretty ass.

Jaemin can't help but moan when your tongue enters him, brows furrowing. The sight of him is gorgeous. You're just as, if not more, aroused than him. You take a moment to admire the boy as his head tilts back, a light and airy moan escaping his lips when he ruts against you. Precum gathers on the head of his stiff cock and drips down.

Needless to say, this wouldn't be the last time that you did this.

#dove's mail! 💌 #nct smut #nct x gender neutral reader #nct x male reader #nct x female reader #nct x reader #jaemin smut #jaemin x reader #sub!jaemin #sub nct #sub!nct #sub!idol #sub!kpop #dom!reader

[fairyofjaeyun]

you ask them to wear a maid dress ☾

[16:06] now playing: tek it - cafuné

[a/n] I know the maid dress hype has died down but I’m not over it ok

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—doyoung ✩

he’s gonna look at you like you’ve gone mad. it’ll definitely be something that he thinks about, if he doesn’t cringe about it that is. but ultimately he’ll do it because he “loves you.” his words. once he slips it on and finally gets the courage to show you he’s already pouting. “there. are you happy now? wait what are you doing?” he’s taken aback as you walk up to him and push him down to his knees. then you shove a black ball gag into his mouth, muffling the rest of his words. “oh you just look so cute!” you exclaim, pulling up your camera on your phone. the sudden flash makes doyoung squint and his cheeks flare up. before he could protest you push your foot against his crotch, making him yelp, then the flash comes back on and stays. he’s embarrassed to look up as you rub your foot on his hardening bulge and drool starts to pool out of his lips. “what would johnny say if he saw this?” you tease and you were not expecting the small moan against the gag. “oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? should I call him then?”

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—xiaojun ✩

he’ll try to seem hesitant about it, but on the inside he’s jumping for joy. He chooses the classic black and white dress with a heart shaped apron and makes a whole day out of it by cleaning the house and being a perfect maid for you. the dress was able to (unfortunately) cover his lace panties but when he bent over to pick up laundry or rearrange the books on the coffee table, the skirt would lift up just enough to tease you with his thighs, just a couple centimeters short of having his ass on display. “I’m all done, miss.” he tells you, making you lift your eyes away from the book you were trying to read without sneaking glances at your pretty boyfriend. “good job, my pretty maid!” you praise him and his smile and an adorable blush instantly lights up his face. you then stand up and wrap you arms around his tiny waist, sneaking and resting your hands on his ass. “I think you deserve a reward for all of your hard work.”

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—jungwoo ✩

the start of the himbofication of jungwoo. similar to xiaojun, he’d want to role play being your personal maid, but instead of doing an excellent job, he’ll mess up and pout at you. “I’m sorry, mommy. I’m trying my best.” however, that’s not an invitation to go easy on him. Pull on his pink hair if he’s taking too long and slap his ass whenever the pink dress lifts (which is often). “I’m not paying you to do such a shitty job. maybe I’ll get my moneys worth if you let me use that pretty body of yours.” jungwoo can’t help but whine and let you undress him so you can use him like your own personal toy.

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—mark ✩

has a “I beg your pardon? 🤨” look on his face but only after he does his signature “wHAT??!?” he definitely wouldn’t give a clear answer at first but he’ll still find himself slipping into the black and white frilly dress and stockings with the cat ears being the icing on the cake. the first thing you’ll probably hear from the bathroom is mark busting out laughing at how ridiculous he think he looks and him whining about if he has to show you. he’ll eventually open the door and step out to reveal just how adorable he looked. he’d be too giggly for it to go sexual but you’ll definitely get a couple cute pictures for your hidden folder.

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—shotaro ✩

he’d be so shy and giggly in the black and white costume. his pretty eyes crinkling into little crescents as you shower him with compliments. his long, muscular legs, and thicc ass made the dress way shorter than what it was supposed to be and if he lifted his arms or bent over you could see all of the white panties that struggled to cover him up. he just looked so beautiful that you couldn’t help sneaking your arms around his waist and to start kissing him. at first it’s sweet and wholesome, until your lips trail down to his sensitive neck. he shudders as you began licking, sucking, and biting all his sweet spots. “mommy, please.” he moans, throwing his head back. “please what, hm?” you ask against his neck, your breath tickling him. “please fuck me, mommy. it hurts.”

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—jaemin ✩

you don’t have to ask him twice, he’s putting it on asap. he’s another one I think would prefer the pink and white theme over the classic black and white. I also see him buying some cute pink mary jane style shoes with cute white frilly socks; and he’ll even buy the tiktok bunny hat to go with it too. “look at my pretty bunny!” you coo as he fondles with the poofy skirt, his rabbit teeth peeking out from his shiny, plump lips that were coated with tinted vaseline. “thank you, mama.” he’d definitely want to serve you, but not by cleaning ;))

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—yangyang ✩

it was part of his punishment. he kept pushing you to see just how far you would go, how hard you would snap, and this is the result: you making him clean the house top to bottom in a skimpy maid outfit. but you weren’t going to make it easy for him. you gave him an earful if he missed even a tiny spot or if something was out of place, and if things were going too smoothly, you’d purposely knock over the magazines on the coffee table or the decorative pillows on the couch, ordering him to pick them up. “are you serious?!” he’d shout the first time while bending down to pick up the scattered magazines. “is that how you talk to your master?” you asked him in a tone that convinced him not to challenge you. And just as he thought you didn’t have anymore tricks up your sleeve, he felt your strong hands grip his hips while he was bent over inside the dryer, trying to get the last few things that were pushed towards the back. “mommy!” he gasped, feeling the bottom of dress bunch up towards his back to reveal the jeweled plug that was stuffed inside his ass beneath the black fishnets that hugged his skinny legs. he knew you were nowhere near done torturing him.

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—haechan ✩

oh, he’ll wear it, but it’s gonna cost you. what’s the cost, you ask? well that depends on how devilish he’s feeling that day. it may be something as simple as an extra long cuddle sesh or a huge date full of activities he enjoys because he’s extra like that. either way, it’s no surprise that he’s bratty. his hands palm his crotch over the pink skirt no matter how many times you swat them away and the plug you made him wear was tossed away in a random corner not even 15 minutes into the roleplay. “masterrr~” he whines and pouts halfway into putting away your clothes. “can you just fuck me already?” in any other circumstance, you’d say “absolutely not” but after seeing him in that pretty pink dress with his legs exposed and no underwear on, you couldn’t control the urge to slam him down on your bed and fuck him until he was dick drunk and his moans turned into those pretty, girlish whimpers.

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#sub!nct #sub!nctu #sub!doyoung #sub!jungwoo #sub!yangyang #sub!xiaojun #sub!mark #sub!haechan #sub!shotaro #sub!jaemin #sub!idol #sub!kpop #dom!reader #dom!fem!reader #nct smut #nct reactions

[2amimagines]

chokers i think nct dream members would wear ♡

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mark

simplistic baby would go for a more classic approach

he doesn't like anything too frilly but likes the feeling of the choker

(also because he likes knowing you own him in a sense)

tell him how handsome he looks

he'll fold

"do i really y/n?"

he just has those sweet eyes :(

~

renjun

yes yes yes anything with pretty lace

renjun is a pretty boy and loves it when you adorn him with stuff that enforces that

if he's feeling extra pretty he'll wear pink but he prefers white

it makes him feel more innocent/pure

because we all know he has a thing for being corrupted 🙄

renjun + bows = tears

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jeno

RED.

THAT'S IT THAT'S THE TWEET-

we know he obv has a puppy kink

having a locket on a collar would make him go insane

knowing that you alone had the key is enough to make him shudder at the thought

wouldn't be opposed to adding a leash if you suggested it 🙄

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jaemin

jaemin is simplistic but he still likes to be pretty

he might go for more durable at times so you can pull on it though

THAT BEING SAID

if you pulled so hard the choker broke..

let's just say he's gonna lose his shit

pulling his head back by the choker is a sure way to get him under your control

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haechan

need i say more with this picture 🤨🤨

haechan is the #1 brat and he will make sure you stay aware of that

this boy needs serious control by a collar !

if he's mouthing off to you just put a mirror and front of him to remind him how he looks

"what is this haechannie?"

"a collar"

"and what does that mean?"

"that i'm owned by you"

"good boy~"

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RIGHT OKAY SO

this was a draft from 1am-

is it good?

i have no clue

buttttt i couldn't fit chenle and jisung so if y'all want them too, feel free to let me know !

have a nice day loves <3

#dom!reader #kpop #sub!idol #sub!kpop #nct dream #nct #sub!nct #sub!nct dream #sub!mark #sub!renjun #sub!jaemin #sub!jeno #sub!haechan

[yunoclips]

Can you please write bottom Jaemin smut, please? I'm dying

Hey anon , I gotchu :))

also gender isn't specified here so reader could have a dick or a strap :) whichever one you choose.

Bottom Jaemin is a bit shameless.

Here he was on his bed face down , ass up waiting for you to put it in. You had already prepped him. His hole was slightly gaping , shining with the copius amounts of lube you applied. You were trying to slick yourself up before continuing. Like the desperate person he was , he was wiggling his ass up and down in hopes that you'd hurry up.

Reaching behind , he grabbed you and started rubbing your dick up and down the wet surface between his cheeks. You grabbed his hand quickly and pinned it behind his back before leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"Being a desperate slut tonight.. you know better don't you nana?"

"mmm.. just hurry u-"

The sudden intrusion in his hole cut his words short. He wanted this so badly didn't he. Trying to rush everything from the minute you two laid down together. Maybe he was in need of a quick release but he knows that you prefer to take your time with him.

Two could play that game. If he wanted it so bad, that's exactly what he'll get.

You give him little to no time to adjust before you start with quick paced thrusts. His hand was still behind his back , he was supporting his entire body with one shaky arm.

"F-fuck wait."

"Wait? I thought this was what you wanted?"

You never let up with your brutally quick thrust. One particular thrust had him shaking. His only available arm started to shake before he collapsed face first on the bed. Chest flushed to the mattress.

"W-wait pleasemmf.. I'm gonna..mmm"

"Gonna what ? Speak up."

The constant jabs to his prostate had him in a delirious state. The more you fucked him , the harder it was for him to think properly. There was a silence for a minute. Your pace stripped him of the ability to speak.

Suddenly you watched as his upper body rattled a bit. Small sobs muffled by the pillow quickly followed. The arm that was pinned to his back was spasming. Hand moving around to find something to ground himself.

"m'gnna..cum all over m'self" Another sob was punched out of his chest.

"Go ahead. You wanted it like this anyways. Desperate slut feigning for a quick fuck so he can shamelessly cum all over himself. Nobody's stopping you."

Leaning down , your chest was pressed against his back. His arm was sandwiched in between the two. You leaned into his ear, mouth so close , lips basically pressing the lobe.

"Go on and embarrass yourself like the fast slut you are."

Another beat of silence enveloped the room. Your body remained flushed against his. Pinning him flat to the mattress. You had slowed down , opting for deep thrusts to the prostate.

Before you knew it , you could feel his legs begin to kick under you. Swinging back and forth trying to gain leverage. He couldn't move any of his arms. He tried lifting himself up but the attempt failed. He was able to lift his head up however.

"nana's s-sorry, m'cumming a-all over myself like a filthy s-slut" words slow and gooey. Flowing out of his mouth like molasses, broken with his constant crying.

His eyes were glazed over and rolled to the back of his head. Tears pooled at his water line. Mouth dry from it being open for so long. He came hard. His cum pooling on the sheets and sticking to his thighs and tummy.

Heat expanding through his whole body as the sensation sent electric shocks through his blood. Head blank and ears filled with white noise. Each spurt of cum was accompanied by a throaty cry.

This was exactly what he wanted.

So I'd say... bottom jaemin could definitely be a bit shameless.

#dom!reader #nct smut #sub!nct #sub!idol #sub!kpop #kpop smut #nct dream smut #yunoclips answers #answered #jaemin smut #sub!jaemin #jaemin x reader

[ncteez]

im struggling to write storyline rn so i went straight to writing the smut for this fic and.....*wheezes* 

#i can truly get behind a dom that does nothing but worships u #[hon talks] #this is about jaemin lmao

[matryosika]

NCT127 + NCT DREAM: When they first slide it in

Members included in order — Jaehyun, Mark, Haechan, Johnny, Jeno and Jaemin. Genre — Smut headcanons (18+) Wordcount — 1,100 words Includes — Fem!Reader, suggestive content. Mentions of penetrative vaginal sex, use of petnames, dirty talk. Author's note — First NCT post! This was completely inspired by Juno's (@hyunsvngs) post on OT8 (skz) and the faces they would make when sliding it in. It's such a good read and if you missed it, pretty please go check it out! Wanted to do my own version with some NCT members, so here it is. This is mostly to try and fight back my writer's block, but I hope you all like it.

Jaehyun: 

Eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted, definitely. 

He is the type to let out quiet but deep sighs, and keeps his gaze fixed on where your bodies connect —when he first slides his dick inside of you, he needs to watch. He loves to see how your pussy swallows him full, loves to see it disappearing inside of you. If he is fucking you in missionary, his head would fall down to enjoy the show. But, as soon as he bottoms out, he is quick to lift his eyes up to see you. He needs to see your facial expressions, to hear those gasps and whines you let out whenever he hits the deepest spot between your walls. 

Big fan of kissing your jaw and neck while he waits for you to adjust to his size, all whilst emitting quiet but deep groans. I honestly sense he is the type to ask you a question or two before moving inside of you, like a sweet “are you okay?” or “are you ready?”. But like in a whisper, barely even letting the words out. When you just nod, he hums, looking for your approval. “Mhm? Can I fuck you now baby?” 

Mark: 

It really depends on his mood. 

If he’s acting all dom, like he is in control, he would try to act in control of himself as well —eyes close shut, and teeth digging on his lower lip. He is also definitely the type to whisper a long “fuck” as he bottoms out for the first time that night. But when Mark is too needy, and desperate, and he doesn’t really care about holding himself back, that’s when you see his true expressions when he first slides his dick inside you: hazy, lost gaze. I should add that he is also most likely to go a bit crossed-eye/blank eyes right before closing them slowly, immersing himself in the feeling. I can actually hear him saying “shit, just like that baby,” as your walls squeeze him just right. He would try really hard to make eye contact with you, but can you even blame him for not being able to? I just know his dick is always too sensitive, and it takes all effort within him not to come right then and there after first sliding himself inside you.  

Haechan:

Oh he really fucking tries to hold himself back. Much more than he would like to. 

Haechan tries to appear all collected, but he can feel his heart beating on his throat and his cock twitching when the tip is barely even in. He is the type to slowly close his eyes, almost at the same time he slides his dick right in; also lets out a deep sigh along with all of it. He would pretend he is unaffected by how warm and slippery you are, but his hands would betray him shamelessly  —if he is holding you by your hips, he would grip them almost painfully; if he is holding your hands, he would squeeze them too harshly. I also feel like Haechan is the type to curse under his breath or whisper things to himself when he first feels your walls clenching tightly around him. A “so fucking tight” might escape his lips, or an almost whiny “oh God”.

Johnny: 

He talks you through it.

It’s not necessarily because I see Johnny mostly as a dominant, but I feel like he loves to take the lead in situations like this. He is the type to make sure you’re really comfortable, that he feels just right inside you. All of his psyche is focused entirely on you, so it’s no surprise that he can control all of his facial expressions and body language to admire and take care of yours. And because he is so in control of himself, I can’t really picture any instinctive or involuntary gestures from him. Nothing but one: a fucking deep, almost predatory gaze. His eyes never leave yours.

If, by any means he cracks, I can picture him as one to slightly part his lips and let out a quick gasp. 

If he sees you crying, or whining, his eyebrows would go from a straight line to a subtle furrow and he would want to know how you’re feeling, “too much?”, “slower?”, “talk to me, pretty”.  I can also almost see his jaw getting tense when he bottoms out, feeling how your walls are squeezing his dick ridiculously aggressively, “want me to stretch you out for me?”, “You’re still so tight, baby. Weren’t my fingers enough?”

Jeno:

One word: veins.

I can honestly picture Jeno’s facial expressions in such a very specific way. He is definitely the type to let out a somewhat twisted smile when he feels how tight you are for the first time that night, the veins on his neck and forehead/temple becoming too prominent as he tries to regain the control your body has taken away from him.

Cheeks and nose flushed, and a really piercing gaze that makes you feel so small —whether you’re on top or underneath him. Jeno would be damned if he loses eye contact with you, he is the type to fix his gaze on yours as he slowly bottoms out inside of you. Also asks you questions to make you realize how cock-drunk you’ve become, despite him being barely in: “did you miss it, baby?”, or “how badly you want me?”. He doesn’t expect any kind of answer from you whatsoever, but he still scoffs under his breath when he sees how fucked out you’re by so little. 

Jaemin:

Eyebrows so furrowed, eyes closed shut and lower lip caught between his teeth.

Jaemin definitely lets out a deep groan, or even a desperate whine, followed by a sweet “oh baby”. He slides his dick in and bottoms out painfully slow —to tease you and himself, of course. Like Jaehyun, only when he bottoms out does he open his eyes to see your face in pure bliss; he might even offer you a complicated, small smile at the sight of pain imprinted on your face. He takes his time prior to fucking you, and he just enjoys the feeling of your cunt cockwarming him. If your eyes start to tear up because of the big stretch his dick is providing you, I can definitely see him as the type to wipe your tears one by one while he gives you words of affirmation. Also feel like he is one to give you instructions on your position to feel his cock better. “There, baby. You’ve taken me before, open up your legs for me more, yeah?”

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #jaehyun smut #mark smut #haechan smut #johnny smut #jeno smut #jaemin smut #kpop smut

[hazyhae]

strawberry cough | njm

strangers to fwb to lovers w/ plug!jaemin ft. bestie shotaro

summary: when your longtime bestie and plug moves out of town, he recommends one of his buddies to fill your weed needs. jaemin is glad to deliver that and maybe even more.

pt. 2 here

wc: 9.1k 18+ mdni

cw: weed/marijuana use, sex under the influence of weed, protected/unprotected penetrative sex, oral, 69, shotgunning, soft dom!jaemin, some angst & misunderstandings, jealous reader and jaemin, comforting from jaemin, jaemin calls reader baby & angel, gn!afab!reader, he has a pull out couch, strawberry cough is an actual weed strain i recommend it :)

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shotaro calls your name, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“his name is jaemin and we have the same supplier, I’ll even ask him to give you a discount!”

your best friend was moving to another town across the country for work and you can’t help but tear up at the thought of being so far from the sweet boy. you met back in your teens and had been glued at the hip since.

somewhere over the course of your friendship, shotaro started to dabble in weed, teaching you almost everything you know about the substance and eventually becoming your plug and smoking buddy. with shotaro gone, it might be difficult finding someone who not only you can trust but also knows your weed needs like the back of their hand.

you blink at the new name, trying to remember what he was talking about, and recall something along the lines of finding you a new plug.

“i’d definitely recommend him, i’d say he’s second best to me in town, and i can trust him around you,” shotaro jokes with you, keeping it lighthearted.

you know behind the joking, your friend is doing his best to look out for you despite going through a stressful time himself. you don’t want to make this move any harder for him than it already is, so you agree with a smile.

“i’ll give him a chance, just give me his number and we’ll go from there.”

he meets your smile with his own.

“trust me, he’ll take good care of you.”

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a couple of weeks after shotaro’s move, you decide its finally time to text your potential new plug. after finding his contact buried in your messages, you text jaemin, setting up a meeting time to pick up some goods, planning on buying an eighth and some gummies.

surprisingly, he asks if you want to check out his strains when you get there, wanting you to actually see all he has to offer before buying.

his customer service impresses you, realizing that you just assumed he would be as casual as shotaro and any other plug you’ve gone to. most of the time they would just ask you what you want, give you your order, and you’d be on your way. seeing the whole collection would definitely be good if you plan to go to him long-term.

while you’re a little hesitant at the thought of entering his apartment, you feel better given how shotaro talked your ear off on how good jaemin was, both as a friend and fellow plug.

a 20-minute walk from your place leads you to the address he sent, and you triple-check your phone to make sure you’re at the right apartment. when you finally ring the doorbell, you hear some rushed footsteps and the door opens to a sight you were not expecting.

your eyes move up to see a tall man with dark hair, broad shoulders, and one of the prettiest smiles you’ve ever seen.

“hi, you’re __? taro’s friend, right?”

you nod, exchanging introductions, and he gives you a tight handshake, not breaking eye contact.

“come on in! i’ve laid out everything so you can pick what you want. let me know if you have any questions.” he flashes another smile, and you can’t help but smile back at his welcoming attitude. besides shotaro, other plugs you have gone to never exchanged more than a few words with you, but they also didn’t have a smile like jaemin’s. actually, no one you’ve ever met had a smile like that.

you take a look around his apartment, noting how well kept it was, with minimal but tasteful decor. you were already a little nervous, but staring at the back of the attractive man leading you to his kitchen in his perfect apartment has your heart speeding up.

he shows you his collection, which you note to be on the same level as shotaro’s. you remember how your stash of your favorite strain ran out the week before, and knowing they have the same supplier, you look around his extensive collection for a familiar logo.

“do you have anymore strawberry cough? that’s my go-to.”

his expression falters slightly, but he recovers quickly and answers your question.

“i’m out of stock right now, but if you come back next week i should definitely have it in.”

nodding in understanding, you pick up a small pack of orange gummies, deciding on taking a break from smoking until your next visit. he packs up your gummies and leads you back to the entrance of his apartment, but when you reach into your bag to pull out your wallet he stops you.

“it’s on the house.” he insists, flashing you another one of his dazzling smiles. his smile makes it almost too hard to argue.

“oh no, i can’t do that to you,” you respond and resume your task of grabbing your wallet. you stop at the feeling of a warm hand on your shoulder.

“let’s just say it’s a first time customer deal, okay?” his strong gaze stills you.

“it’s not every day I get a customer as cute as you,” he says with a grin and a look in his eyes you can’t quite figure out. it does a good job of shutting you up, and you feel your face heat up. the place where his hand meets your shoulder feels like it’s burning.

you don’t know how to respond and he chuckles at your flustered expression. he places the gummies in your hands, and opens the door for you.

“make sure you come back next week, i’ll be waiting for your text!” you nod and quietly respond with your thanks and goodbye as you walk out into the hallway. he waits until you’re at the elevator, waving to you as the elevator doors close.

immediately you’re clutching your burning face in your hands, and his words replay in your head until you go to sleep that night.

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while the interaction with your new plug lingers in your mind for a while, you are quick to try and dismiss jaemin’s flirting as his way of charming customers and nothing more. shotaro did say he would ask him to give you a discount, so maybe it’s safe to assume that freebie was a favor for your mutual friend.

the next week, you’re surprised to see a text from jaemin letting you know that your favorite was in stock. you had debated in your mind on when to text him, but it’s a pleasant surprise that he texted you first. you agree to come after work, and your second visit to him is not as nerve-wracking as the first, though his closing remarks from the first visit still ring in your brain.

you wave those thoughts off again as he meets you at the door.

“hello my strawberry cough lover!” he greets you happily.

lover. you freeze at the word. you pause for a few seconds, jaemin confused at your lack of response when you realize he’s referring to your love for the product. you totally missed that. he was not calling you his lover.

“hi jaemin,” you sheepishly reply, internally scolding yourself for those thoughts.

you expect him to collect your payment, give you your bag, and send you on your way. but something you’ve begun to learn in the short time you’ve known him is that he is always full of surprises.

he invites you in and you see your order sitting on his kitchen table. your eyebrow raises when he pulls out another bag of what you recognize as strawberry cough from the label.

“do you have any plans today?” he asks.

it’s about 6pm and your only plans included smoking the goods you would be getting from jaemin, so nothing’s booked. “i’m free, what’s up?”

“it’s actually been a while since i’ve smoked or sold this strain, so i wanted to ask if you’d want to smoke with me? it’ll be on the house of course, but you totally don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable” he actually looks a little nervous asking, which you find endearing.

“sure, sounds fun,” you agree, once again taking into consideration shotaro’s ramblings about jaemin. you would never pass up the opportunity for free weed with a potential new friend. friend.

he brightens, sitting you down on his living room sofa and running to get his smoking materials together.

“pipe or joint?” he asks. you reply with the latter and he gets to rolling.

you watch as he expertly grinds and packs the green leaves into the wrapping paper, licking the edge to seal it and pinching the end shut.

you can’t deny that it’s probably one of the most attractive things you’ve ever seen a man do. you’ve seen many of your friends roll before, but something about the way jaemin uses his hands (and mouth) has you almost drooling.

he offers you the first hit, and you place the joint between your lips. he lights it as you inhale slightly, keeping his hand steady to catch any ash from falling on you.

while his earlier display had your body reacting, his gentlemanly behavior hit you right in the heart. you take two hits and hand it back to him, watching him take his own.

“how did you meet shotaro?” he asks, making conversation, and you are more than happy to explain how he accidentally hit you with a basketball during your second year of high school. you feel your body start to lighten and your mind fuzz.

“he couldn’t stop apologizing, going on and on about taking me to the hospital,” you’re trying to tell him through your giggles and before you know it, full laughter leaves you at the thought of your friend.

he looks at you with dazed eyes and a dopey smile, laughing along with you, starting to recount his own memories of your shared friend.

conversation seems to just flow naturally between the two of you. with each time the joint is passed back and forth, you learn another piece of information about the man in front if you, and vice versa. it’s comfortable.

at some point, you are both pretty settled into your highs, melted into the couch watching some random movie.

you look over at jaemin, and he looks more handsome and cozy than you remember a couple hours ago. he was within arms length, and if you wanted to, you could just reach over and-

“__, are you okay?” jaemin’s call of your name snaps you out of your thoughts.

embarrassed by your staring and what just went through your head, you try to keep it as cool as possible, but you know that your thoughts are threatening to seep out.

“yeah, i’m good, just thinking of heading out soon since it’s getting pretty late,” you assure him. at this point, a few hours had passed since you arrived and it was safe to say you needed to go home and cool your head before you said or did anything you’d regret.

he nods in understanding and tells you he will be right back. you’re not too sure what he’s up to, but he comes back quickly wearing a hoodie and helps you to your feet with a gentle hand. he picks up your order from the kitchen, and walking to the front door he grabs his keys and starts to put his shoes on.

“are you heading somewhere, too?” you ask, and he looks at you blankly.

“i’m walking you home?” he states as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. you told him somewhere along the line that you lived close by, but you didn’t expect this.

“jaemin, you don’t have to, it’s only 20 minutes,” you try to assure him.

you know that it isn’t the safest to walk by yourself at this time of the night, but you don’t want to trouble him.

“i do have to, and i want to.” you know he’s really made his mind up, seeing his serious expression, so you give up any further argument at his response.

your thoughts tell you he’s just being a good friend, but your heart hopes its something more.

the two of you walk back in a comfortable silence, jaemin with your order in hand. he walks you to the front of your apartment building, handing you your bag once you arrive.

“i had a lot of fun today, hope we can do this again sometime,” he says with that same look he had when he gave you your first freebies.

“same here, i think that would be really nice,” you respond, internally celebrating that he enjoyed your time together just as much as you did.

his normal dopey grin comes back at that, and he bids you a good night, waiting until you are inside your building to start his walk home.

only when you get back to your room do you realize you forgot to pay him.

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over the next few months, you find that jaemin never lets you pay. he’s officially become your plug and smoking buddy. you never stop protesting and offering to pay, but in that time you’ve also gotten to know how stubborn he is.

“friends get free shit.” he shrugs, as if it’s just common sense.

friends. the word stings a bit. you’ve come to learn that his charms extended so far beyond what was offered to customers. so much so that you’ve come to want more than friendship.

but again, you also don’t want to ruin what you’ve got growing and make him uncomfortable. this has to be a platonic experience for him, right?

that’s what you tell yourself, keeping your hopes at bay. you don’t want to risk anything.

on a particularly stressful work day, you come to pick up your usual order when he notices something is off. he frowns seeing you so tired and noticeably upset, immediately leading you inside with his hand gently resting on your back.

“what’s wrong?” he asks feeling your forehead for any sign of a fever. you’ve gotten a lot more comfortable with him over your time together, closing your eyes at his touch.

“nothing, just a tough day at work,” you murmur, just wanting to get your order and go home to lie in bed. a harsh argument with your manager today left you feeling frustration bubbling in your throat with no way to let it out.

“i know something that might help?” he offers. he brings you straight to your usual spot on the couch, and goes to the kitchen, returning with a familiar decorated bag.

“you didn’t,” gasping as he starts to lay its contents out on the table.

the bag included your go to order from your favorite fast food place, complete with a strawberry smoothie.

“i didn’t expect that it would be a perfect day to do this, but i’m glad i did.”

your eyes start to sting.

his kindness is coming at a moment you needed it most. he’s always been kind, and that has not changed at all since the day you met him. tears start to fall.

“wait, did i mess up your order??” his eyebrows furrow and he starts to get up, scanning the food on the table.

you shake your head, grabbing his arm to pull him back into sitting.

“no, just thank you, thank you so much jaemin.” you’re trying to compose yourself, but the same warm hand you’ve come to know and love starts to rub circles into your shoulder, making you cry more.

you lean into him, letting yourself let go of your frustrations of the day. jaemin encourages you to talk, wrapping his arm completely around you and whispering sweet affirmations in response to your worries.

after what feels like forever passes by, you find yourself relaxed in his arms with his head resting on yours.

“thank you and i’m sorry jaemin, i know that was a lot,” you say as you turn your head to look at him, realizing how close the two of you were.

he leans back, still with an arm around you. “i’m gonna pretend i only heard that first part. you’re never too much and you don’t have to be sorry about letting your emotions out. not with me.”

you really don’t understand how he’s telling you exactly what you need to hear.

at this point, the feeling slowly blooming over the past few months has really has made itself clearer than ever to you.

you like him. you like him so much.

you whisper your thanks again, and he shushes you, with his eyes moving down to your lips.

“you’re welcome, now let’s smoke a little?” he asks quietly, and you nod, figuring you would appreciate the relaxation of your body and hopefully, your heart as well.

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jaemin lets you use his facewash and a towel to freshen yourself up after crying, and has a pipe freshly packed for when you come back.

after your usual passing back and forth, you’re melted into the couch watching tv yet again. jaemin has his arm wrapped around you just similar to how he did at your earlier cry session, but this time his hand is around your waist, rubbing absentmindedly.

you don’t mind at all, pressed into his side as you both watch a cute cat cartoon. you look up at him, staring at his lips as thoughts start to sprout. you’ve noticed his obsession with wearing lip balm, and it’s really paid off. they look so soft and you can’t help but imagine what they’d feel like against yours.

he doesn’t lean away this time when he notices your gaze, looking into your eyes with his own hooded ones. you don’t know if it’s the weed giving your thoughts life, but your voice is leaving you before you know it.

“can i kiss you?”

you gasp after realizing what you’ve said, moving to get up, but his arm wraps tighter around you, stopping you from separating yourself from him. staring down at you with lidded eyes, he closes the distance between the two of you.

his lips are even softer than anything you’ve imagined.

his pecks turn into full kisses, and it’s only a matter of time before things turn more heated, jaemin slipping in his tongue to meet yours. the two of you kiss for what feels like forever, getting lost in the haze.

your mouth chases his as he starts to pull back, and he smiles against your lips. he fully pulls back look at you, and leans in to pepper soft kisses on your neck.

“you are toooo cute.” he mumbles against your neck, and his warm breath gives you goosebumps.

“do you want me?” he asks, and you are speechless. you’ve been wanting him, thinking of him while sober and not so sober. you’ve dreamed about this, yet now that he’s offering himself on a silver platter all you can do is nod. he slightly tightens his hold on your waist.

“words, baby.”

your embarrassed face presses into the top of his head as he continues to lay kisses down your throat. you can only hope that this is not just a really, really good dream.

“i want you, jaemin. so bad.”

immediately you are pushed onto your back on the couch, jaemin’s lips back on yours and your hands threading through his hair.

he slots himself in between your legs, grinding into you slowly as your hips jump up to meet his. he begins to kiss a trail from your throat down to your stomach, his warm hands finding their way under your shirt and sweatpants to meet your bare hips.

“can i take these off?” he punctuates his question with a snap of your waistband.

“please,” you reply, feeling yourself begin to ache, but suddenly jaemin remembers something.

you look at him confused as he gets up, reaching around to two handles at the bottom of the couch. he pulls the handles, and you are met with a whole new couch section.

“you’re telling me it was a pull-out couch this whole time??” you complain. your nights with him were comfortable, but the extra couch space to sprawl out changes everything.

“hey, it’s usually just me on this couch and i have more than enough room, so i kinda just forgot okay?” he pouts as he returns to his task, pulling your sweatpants off of you.

you start to laugh until you feel his warm breath on your underwear. the sight of him looking at you from between your legs is something straight out of a wet dream, and you’re pleading.

“please jaemin..”

“please what, angel?”

you clench at the new nickname. you crave nothing more than for him to bury himself between your legs.

“please touch me.”

he pushes your underwear aside, and dives right in. you gasp at the feeling, feeling the wind knocked out of you as your hands immediately meet his head.

he groans at the feeling of you alternating between pushing his head deeper and tugging at his hair. the vibrations send chills down your spine, and your moans increase in volume as he lays sloppy kisses over your bud, eventually sucking it between his soft lips.

if you thought his lips felt heavenly on yours earlier, his lips on your most intimate parts takes it to a higher dimension. at some point, he slips your underwear completely off, getting right back into action.

he doesn’t let up, slipping his middle and ring fingers into your entrance, slowly thrusting in and out.

you feel the tension build in your stomach, getting tighter and tighter until a curl of his fingers sends you over the edge with a strangled moan. he works you through your orgasm, laying a final kiss before making his way back up your body at the feeling of your hands pushing his head away from your core.

“are you okay, angel?” you look at his smiling face, his beautiful lips covered in a wet sheen. if this is a dream, you don’t ever want to wake up. something hard and hot at your thigh snaps you out of your admiration.

“i’m perfect, jaem, but how about you?” you ask as you catch your breath, shifting your thigh against his bulge.

this catches him off guard and a deep groan leaves him. it’s music to your ears and you want to hear it again and again.

“let me ride you jaemin. please,” you present the idea to him and he brightens up, only to pull a worried expression.

“are you sure it’s okay? do you have enough energy?” he’s still the same jaemin you’ve come to appreciate, always wanting you to be comfortable. you just want to make him feel good, too.

“of course jaemin, i wouldn’t offer if i didn’t want to.” the worried expression leaves at your words as he takes off his pants and underwear. you pause as he reaches under the couch and pulls out a condom that he rolls onto his aching member.

“is there any other surprises this couch has?” you ask jokingly.

he laughs and he helps you up into straddling him as he leans against the back of the couch.

you grind on him as he softly pecks at your neck, feeling the vibrations of his low groans on your skin. you raise yourself and begin to lower yourself onto him, hissing at the stretch of his cock inching into your entrance.

“fuck, so fucking tight,” he groans as he bottoms out inch by inch, helping by pushing his hips up to meet yours. you moan at the feeling, with no one you’ve ever hooked up with being as thick as jaemin.

you bounce slowly, and you build a steady rhythm as you shut your eyes at the almost euphoric feeling. the combination of his cock reaching far deep into you and the weed coursing through your system has your entire body tingling. you open your eyes to peek at jaemin, who looks to be going through the same thing.

his brows are furrowed, and he’s letting out delicious groans with each bounce. he slowly opens his eyes to meet yours, and like magnets your lips meet.

“you feel so good, angel, so fucking good,” he murmurs against your lips. his hands move from your hips to your ass and he plants his feet into the couch.

a harsh thrust has you clinging onto him for dear life as he starts to piston into you, chasing your highs.

the two of your moans fill his living room as he speeds up, hitting you deeper and deeper until you’re reaching another mind numbing orgasm. your pulsing sends jaemin over the edge, and he pulls out, pulling the condom off to finish himself over his own stomach.

you plop onto your side, too tired to hold yourself up as you detach yourself from jaemin. you feel the weight of the couch shift and start to drift off until jaemin shakes you gently.

“sleep over? you can borrow some clothes and we can finish that movie.” you’re way too tired to think about going home and don’t have to work until tomorrow afternoon, so you’re quick to mutter a sleepy “okay.”

he gives you a hoodie and some pajama pants, and he goes back to his room to change his own clothes.

coming back to the sight of you in his hoodie, jaemin smiles to himself before sliding in with you to retire for the night.

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you are surprised to see that first night did not sour your growing friendship at all. movie nights and order pickups still continued, but the two of you fall into a different kind of routine. weed was slowly pushed from the center relationship. yes, he would have you over to smoke you out, but more and more you find that you get lost in conversation or a show before you can even take one puff.

either way, half the time you ended up finding yourself under him, or him under you. afterwards he lets you sleep over or walks you home after a short nap, depending on the time and if you have work.

while you’re glad nothing got awkward, you couldn’t help but feel disappointment from your growing desire to be more to him. to have more of him. all of him.

it always was some combination of talking, eating, smoking, sleeping, or fucking with jaemin, but the two of you never talked about what your relationship was. you’ve become comfortable with your arrangement, being willing to put aside the pangs in your chest to continue these nights with him.

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“he got you, didn’t he..” shotaro teases over the video call, catching up on the past few months since his move. he zeroed in on the numerous times you mentioned his recommended plug, knowing the charming nature of his friend.

“why are you saying that like you knew it would happen??” you bite back at his teasing, and he quickly clarifies.

“no, no, i was genuinely just introducing him to you as a plug, but i’ve known the dude for a while. he’s a great host, a great friend and overall, he’s a reeaaally great guy. if something happens, i approve.”

he’s echoing a similar jaemin spiel to the ones he went on before you met the man, but you can’t help but agree now that you know him just as well.

“i know, i know, but let’s talk about something other than jaemin.” you haven’t talked to taro in a while, and you didn’t want to spend your whole call recalling how well jaemin’s treated you. the more you think about it, feelings of uncertainty in the nature of your relationship also follow.

“okay, well anyways, i’ve been into this really cool new strain. they call it strawberry shortcake and it’s just crazy, you need to try it.” before you can respond, taro cuts in.

“you might need to get it somewhere else, though, let me see if another of my buddies around there has it.” you haven’t gone to any other plugs since you met jaemin, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to start now.

“don’t you think i can just get it from jaemin? he’d probably want to try.” he gives you a perplexed stare in response.

“i don’t think so, jaemin hates strawberries. i’m surprised that hasn’t come up at all?” the news from taro leaves you shocked.

you recall how jaemin didn’t have your beloved strawberry cough in stock when you first met him, but since then he’s never ran out. he could have just said from the beginning that he doesn’t carry it in stock.

was he buying it just for you? is he smoking what you like even if he doesn’t? if he is, what does that mean? the thoughts threaten to send your mind spiraling.

you try to push them aside to continue your chat.

once you finish your conversation with your friend and head to bed, you fight against a hopeful little voice in your head telling you that jaemin might just feel the same way as you.

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the next day, you initiate plans with jaemin, wanting to finish up a show the two of you started. he lets you know you can come over that evening after some customers leave, assuring you they won’t take long.

you head over to his place, heading up the elevator. you’ve never seen any of jaemin’s neighbors before, so you’re surprised when the doors open to a gorgeous girl. her hair is a slight mess, but she works it.

she offers a polite “excuse me” before going into the elevator to head down. as you pass her, you get a whiff of something very familiar.

fresh herbs, florals, and something.. sweet? you ponder on the scent on the short walk down the hall to jaemin’s. he opens the door with the same smile as always, and leads you inside when you smell it.

the same scent you smelled at the elevator.

strawberry cough.

“did you get started without me?” you try to keep a light hearted tone, trying to pry as much as you can without giving your suspicisons away.

“just a bit, a customer came by earlier and wanted to try out some of my stash, but they didn’t want to smoke alone so i had a hit or two.” he smiles innocently. your eyes move to the tv to see the show you were planning to watch already playing on the screen. your heart sinks.

jaemin is a really good guy. he’s so special to you and you feel like slowly but surely you’ve become just as special to him.

when you sit down, you ask him to put on a different movie, wanting to continue the show another time. you can’t seem to focus and the joint passed to you tastes a little more bitter than usual. your thoughts fester.

jaemin is a really good guy, but he is good to everyone. he’s so special to you, but you’re not sure anymore if you have even began to brush the surface of being anything more than a good friend.

even if you’re sleeping together, you weren’t exclusive, and it’s not like you’re the only one he watches shows with or his only smoking buddy, either.

neither of you ever moved to define what went on between you two, and that little voice from last night is telling you now that maybe there just wasn’t anything in need of defining in the first place.

you finish the movie with minimal conversation and ask him to walk you home, citing your change in demeanor to a long, tiring day.

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wanting to sort out your feelings, you decide you need a break from your regular visits, but 1 week of excuses and avoiding his invitations quickly turns into 3.

“shit.” you check your weed jar to find your strawberry cough stash running dangerously low. gnawing at your lip, you still can’t find it in you to reach out to jaemin, even if its just as a customer.

you’ve wanted to go back every time he’s invited you, but since the day you concluded that nothing actually special was going on between you two, you don’t know if you can act normal. you don’t know if you could lay under him, looking into his deep brown eyes and not tell him you are probably madly in love with him.

you needed some time to cool your feelings off. you’d be back after you sort it out, and everything would hopefully go back to the way it was.

you head to work and put your thoughts aside for now, actually grateful that there’s a line of customers to keep your mind busy. when it slows down a bit, you see a familiar face of a boy with rose gold hair.

yangyang was a friend you met through shotaro, seeing him in a lot of blunt rotations you’ve been in at shotaro’s functions.

“hey, yangyang! how are you?” you ask cheerily.

he’a quick to return your greeting, always being a pretty chill person to see even if you don’t know each other too well.

“not too bad, just running some errands. heading to my plug later, how are you?”

a lightbulb turns on in your head at his plans. the answer to your dilemma has arrived.

“better now, could i ask you a favor actually?”

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jaemin hears his doorbell ring, but he’s slow to get the door. he knows it’s not you, so what’s the rush? he grabs his customer’s order from his kitchen table and heads over.

even though he knows it isn’t you, a part of him wishes it was. he hasn’t seen you in 3 weeks, and it’s driving him crazy. you’ve just rejected another invitation to finish up that show you started, and he’s lost count now of how many times that’s happened.

he knows you’re busy, but he can also sense that something is off. he’s been scouring his memories for anything he could have done to upset you for the past week or so, but he can’t come up with anything.

he tries to assure himself that it’s just a schedule thing, nothing personal. he’s gotten used to your smoking habits, and he knows you’ll be running low soon.

it’s only a matter of time until you need to come see him, right? he can only hope that you want to.

he opens his door to see yangyang, one of his regular customers. he’s expecting a quick transaction, not really in the mood for small talk.

“hey yangyang, everything’s here.” jaemin hands yangyang the bag.

“hey, thanks. really quick though, can i add on an eighth of strawberry cough if you have any?” yangyang asks.

“i might, you trying something new?” jaemin responds, interest piqued at the familiar strain.

“nah, picking up some for a friend,” yangyang responds. jaemin’s eyes narrow slightly.

yangyang usually gets the same few things in rotation every time, but he’s never once asked for strawberry cough. jaemin wouldn’t think anything of it usually, but he’s a little sensitive at the mention of your favorite.

“oh, do i know them? maybe a potential new customer?” jaemin tries to disguise his prying as a new opportunity for him as a plug, but he’s just hoping the bad feeling in his gut isn’t true.

“it’s for my friend ___, they asked me to pick some up. do you know them?” his heart drops at the mention of your name.

jaemin goes silent for a second.

“..gotcha, i think i’m actually out right now but i’ll let you know when i have some back in stock.” jaemin lies, knowing he has a couple bags left, but there’s a bitter feeling making his stomach turn.

yangyang shrugs and says he’ll let you know, and then he’s on his way.

shutting the door with a heavy sigh, he goes to lay on his couch, which he’s had in its full pulled out state since the first night you slept together.

he remembers your dazed, glossy eyes, soft lips, and the way you lean into him. he remembers the way you look when he’s got you pressed into his cushions.

he hasn’t heard your voice in so long, the sweet sound of your laugh. he misses you.

jaemin picks up his phone.

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when you get his call, you’re lying in bed already. it’s 7pm on a friday night, and you are spending it moping around instead of going out with your friends.

you miss jaemin, his apartment, his smile, the way he’d spoil you in so many ways, everything. you’d rather be laying on that couch right now, but you know you shouldn’t.

it’s just as you start to push jaemin out of your brain that your phone starts ringing with that familiar caller id. his picture pops up, a cute one you took of him in his bedroom after a smoke sesh awhile back.

caught off guard, you end up picking it up right away, and the voice you’ve missed so badly sends waves through the speakers.

“hi, angel, are you free this weekend?”

that nickname with his deep voice is already undoing any “cooling off” you’ve done in the time apart from him.

“i’m not sure yet, what’s up?“ your voice comes out clear despite your nerves.

“i know you’ve been busy, but i thought you might be running a little low on your stash, can i come by to drop some off?” he offers.

your first instinct is to make up an excuse because you honestly aren’t prepared to see him, but you feel like you’ve made enough excuses by now. you’ve missed the sound of his voice and hearing it over the phone is your breaking point.

as much as you’ve tried to push aside your growing feelings, it’s only fair to both you and him if you finally lay down your boundaries.

“actually jaem, if you’re still free tonight, can we finish that show?”

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even though he insisted on picking you up, you decide you need the 20 minute walk to jaemin’s to calm yourself. your head is full of so many “what if’s,” and in no time you find yourself in front of his building. you see a familiar head of dark hair standing outside.

“there you are, angel,” he says as soon as you are in his sight, and he brings you into a tight hug. you immediately relax into his hold, not realizing how much your body missed his familiar touch.

“i-“ you start, but he shushes you.

“it’s cold out here, let’s go upstairs.”

he takes you up to his apartment, and you’re happy to see it’s still as comfy as you remember. he’s got the heater on, and it feels good on your cold face. he seats you on his couch as he always has, rubbing your arms up and down to get rid of the last bit of outside chill.

“what have you been up to? it’s been so long since i’ve seen your face, baby.”

while it isn’t new for him to be this cuddly, it’s usually later into your nights together. you remind yourself your intention for tonight, and you decide you need to get this over with.

you separate yourself from him, putting some space between you.

“i’ve been okay, jaem. but i came because i really need to talk to you.” he waits for you to continue, anxiety growing at your somber expression.

“i don’t think i’ll be able to come around anymore.”

jaemin frowns deeply. “i mean, it’s already been a while since you were over, even if you’re busy i don’t mind waiting, it’s no pressure at all?”

“no, i don’t mean that. i just don’t think i can stay in this sort of relationship with you anymore.” you are dancing around what you want to say, but it’s just so hard to get it out.

his heart sinks.

“because there’s someone else around?” you jump at jaemin’s voice, which has lowered at your words.

“what?”

he runs his hand through his hair frustratedly. it’s the first time you’ve seen him this distressed.

“jaemin, where is that coming from??” he says nothing, and it seems like he’s also having a hard time figuring out what to say.

“look jaem, this isn’t on you or anyone else. i’m grateful for all you do for me, you’re a really good friend and i love the time we spend together.” you bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“but i feel like i’ve started to rely on you too much, to expect and want more. it’s a lot, too much even. i don’t want to get my hopes up about anything, so i need to back off a bit.”

“hopes up?” jaemin looks at you with an unreadable expression. “what do you mean by that?” his own hopes start to rise.

you look down at your hands, debating on what to say. but you owe him the truth, even if it changes things between the two of you. honesty and time could save the platonic bond, even if it severs any hope of a romantic one.

“i like you jaem, i like you a lot and i don’t think i can be just friends with you, at least for right now.”

the silence following your confession is deafening.

he calls your name gently, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“___, my angel.” he repeats.

he takes your hand gently in his, and your eyes move from your hands to see him smiling wider than you’ve ever seen.

he closes the distance between you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you deeply. his warm soft lips fit perfectly with yours and you melt into him, your hands threading through his hair. he kisses you like a starved man, and he pulls you closer and tighter.

you’re breathless when he pulls away after a while, his lips red and starting to swell.

“you have no idea how much i’ve wanted to hear that.” his eyes are piercing through you.

“i like you, too, and i don’t want to just be your friend. i’m sorry you had to say it first.” you want to cry hearing his confession, but instead wrap your arms around his neck and bring him back into a heated kiss.

you have to be dreaming. you’ve only thought about putting a stop to your feelings for jaemin for almost a month now, but the feeling of this man being in your arms knowing he feels the same way now is so surreal.

jaemin pushes you gently to rest on your back, his hand moving down as his lips stay glued to yours. he feels the same way. he likes you.

“angel, let me take care of you, please.” jaemin’s gaze holds so much intensity.

“i’m yours, jaemin.”

hearing that, he dives right back into your lips with a fervor even greater than earlier, his hands tugging at your pants and underwear to remove them.

he’s always been so intentional with his touches, always seeming to know the perfect way to touch you. your words, however, activate a desperation of wanting to feel more of you and it translates into his rushed, almost clumsy hands.

he cups your heat with one hand as the other sneaks under your shirt to knead at your chest.

you are getting wetter by the second, and jaemin pushes one finger into you. your lips leave his as you moan loudly at the intrusion, and his head moves down to meet his hand at your core.

“jaemin, wait.” he pauses.

“i want you to feel good, too.” jaemin chuckles.

“don’t mind me baby, there’s no greater pleasure for me than making you feel good.”

his words have you wanting to press his skillful mouth onto you as soon as possible, but you stop yourself. “let’s do it together then.”

his eyes almost bulge out of his head at the idea, and the idea goes straight to his cock. he can already feel himself pulsing with need.

“69?? you are too fucking good to me, angel.” and immediately he has you flipped over, with your heat hovering over his face and his cock in your hands.

he starts to lick at you, straining his neck up while you get to work taking him into your mouth. you get into a good rhythm, feeling his groans on your core.

you feel him smile as he harshly tugs your hips down onto his face. you gasp, trying go back into hovering. jaemin’s strong hold doesn’t let you move.

“don’t hover, sit on my face, please.” he goes in again on you, alternating between slurping loudly and swiping his tongue all over.

your legs give out at this and he lets out a deep groan at the feeling of you pressed into him. you give a hard suck on his tip and take him back into your mouth. the vibration from your moans has him seeing stars.

“oh my god,” he mumbles into your core. he separates himself from you for a moment.

“baby, baby stop, sit up, angel.” he pulls you off of him.

“that pretty mouth feels too good, gonna cum too soon,” he pants. “i’ve got you, just sit pretty and leave it to me okay?”

you want to keep going, but jaemin’s back at your entrance like a madman, pulling you to sit on him completely again. his tongue reaches deep into you. he’s moving your hips back and forth, and his chin digs into your bud.

the sudden onslaught of pleasure is too much, and he has you cumming on his face with a loud cry. he helps you ride through your orgasm and you detach yourself from him as he catches his breath.

when he rises, he moves to pull a box from under the couch, but you stop him.

“no, no, please just give it to me, i want to feel all of you.” he looks at you concerned.

“i’m on the pill and i haven’t slept with anyone else since we started fucking, so please just do it.”

his heart is absolutely swooning at your pleading for his dick and your revelation that you’ve been his since the beginning. he stations himself between your legs.

“you’ve got it, baby, you’re my only one, too.” with that, he inserts himself into you, his tip beginning that delicious stretch.

it’s been a while since you’ve fucked him, and jaemin takes his time inch by inch despite wanting nothing more than to ram into you in one go.

“you’re mine, angel, i like you so much and i want you all for myself.”

he groans as he bottoms out, letting you adjust to him, but he can feel himself throbbing inside of you.

“please move, jaemin, i need it so bad.” he’s more than happy to oblige, starting to speed up his thrusts gradually until he’s fully thrusting in and out.

he reaches so fully deep into you, and he pulls out all the way to his tip before snapping his hips into you again.

“you’re so perfect. my angel, my baby, my ___.” he’s whispering sugary sweet words into your ear, and that in combination with his thrusts make your head start to float as your eyes roll back. this feeling is better than any high weed could give you.

“jaemin, jaemin, jaemin,” your cries of his name only encourage him to go faster, hit deeper. his hand presses into your lower stomach, and his fingers rub circles into your bud.

“cum for me, you can do it, just let go.” and you do just that, your back arching off the couch. jaemin pulls out and immediately plunges his fingers back into you to ride out your orgasm.

at this point, his cock is leaking, desperate and throbbing with the need to cum, but he wants you in one more way tonight.

he flips you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and teasing your slit with the head of his cock. he plunges back in with a deep groan and begins fucking into you.

your head is clouded from your orgasms and the feeling of overstimulation, and you almost dont feel him reach for something. you hear the clicking of a lighter.

looking behind you, you see jaemin lighting a pipe, all while fucking into you still. he takes a deep inhale, holding it in before blowing it out away from you.

if you had this view on video, you’d be able to get off to it anytime, anywhere. you clench around him tightly as you see him blow out the smoke. your eyes are glued to him.

he notices your gaze. “do you want some, pretty baby?”

you nod hurriedly, turning your head back front as his thrusts push you up the couch. he takes another hit.

a strong hand reaches around to pull you so that your back is pressed against his front. he turns your face to him as he blows smoke into your open mouth. you clench even tighter, and he closes the distance and kisses you sloppily. the smoke is seeping out past both of your mouths, filling the room.

“you’re mine. i’m yours, only yours.” he growls into your ear.

he fucks into you, holding you around your mid section with both of you on your knees. he lets go to hold onto your hips and you slump back onto the couch, unable to hold yourself up. he speeds up, thrusts turning sloppier by the second.

“f-fuck, angel. i’m so close. let me fill you up, i’ll give it to you so good.”

you clench at the promises he’s moaning out loud and he gets closer and closer to his peak. his thrusts are all over the place, desperate to finish as you lock your ankles around his to start rocking your hips back onto his.

“could treat you ten times better than anyone else. no one else for me. you’re the only one i’d ever want or need, only you.”

his sugary words are spilling out and the feeling is all too much as his hips stutter, cumming inside you with a deep, strangled groan. you milk him dry as he empties himself into you, toppling over to lie next to you.

the two of you lie side by side, trying to catch your breath, and he pulls you close to him.

you are emotionally and physically exhausted, but jaemin gets up after a few minutes, coming back with a towel and hoodie.

he cleans you up and helps you to your feet to use the restroom.

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when you settle back into the couch after getting ready for bed, he puts on your show as you cuddle into his side. everything feels so familiar, yet so different without the feelings of uncertainty. you look up at him.

“when were you going to tell me you hated strawberries?” your question catches him off guard.

“who said that??” he chuckles nervously, but he knows he’s been caught and there’s no arguing.

“no seriously, you didn’t have to force yourself or buy that strawberry cough just for me.” you do feel a little bad that he was, even if it was his own free will.

he pauses.

“i just needed something to keep you coming back, aside from my pull out couch of course,” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows. but his words hold truth.

“you should’ve known a month in that you didn’t need strawberry cough to keep me coming back,” you let out a little laugh at how cute he was being.

“imagine the betrayal i felt knowing that you were going to someone else for it though??”

you look at him confused. gears click in your brain when you remember the rose-haired friend you'd talked to earlier that day.

“oh, you know yangyang?” it makes sense given jaemin, shotaro, and yangyang share many mutual friends.

“yes i know the asshole. gonna monopolize it so you don’t ever cheat on me again.” he pouts.

“yes, yes, boyfriends get official exclusive plug rights,” you joke. “as long as you’re not smoking my strawberry cough with anyone else.”

“i won’t even sell it to anyone anymore, it’s reserved for my angel only. and boyfriend?” he smiles and kisses you gently. “i like the sound of that.”

after a few more kisses, you turn your attention back to the show, but jaemin pulls his pipe back out.

“does that mean we can smoke something not strawberry flavored tonight?” he asks, looking relieved.

you laugh and give him the OK, and he’s more than happy to pull out a whole array of different strains he’s been wanting to try with you. you sweat at the variety, but you know you have more than enough time to try them all now that you’re sure he’s yours, and you’re his.

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if you got this far, thank you so much for reading! this is my first full length fic and i hope to write more in the future <3 i hope u enjoyed! shares and feedback are appreciated -coco :)

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[markiefiles]

Milky!

fem!reader, jaemin!softdom, reader!híbrida, squirt, creampie, apelidinhos, algumas palavras no diminutivo, fem!lactation, jaemin te ama muito e te mima demais 👈

Essa tava paradinha no meu docs, decidi mudar umas coisinhas, originalmente era um plot minchan.

Jaemin iria enlouquecer, estava a um passo.

A doce híbrida estava lhe dando nos nervos e não porque era trabalhosa. Definitivamente, você era muito comportada, tinha todas as qualidades positivas possíveis.

Mas quando tinha qualquer contato sexual, não era o caso.

A noite estava sendo leitosa e molhada. Você, a adorável vaquinha, estava roubando qualquer racionalidade de Jaemin — que não lembrava-se de você sendo estritamente manhosa. Normalmente ficava em seu canto, quieta, poucas coisas eram necessárias para lhe agradar.

Mas Jaemin chegou em casa…

Uma casa na pura escuridão, sem qualquer luz ou som.

A primeira reação foi chamar por você. Visivelmente preocupado, Na nem colocou sua maleta no chão, apenas saiu em busca de ti. Você era crescida, evidentemente uma adulta, mas Jaemin odiava ficar preocupado contigo, com sua vaquinha, oras! Era responsabilidade dele qualquer modo.

Na foi para os quartos, procurou pelos banheiros e não encontrou, de jeito nenhum! Seus livros estavam jogados na cama e Jaemin pensou que talvez você estivesse no escritório da casa.

Seus passos apressaram-se e os dedos posicionaram-se na maçaneta, mas Na sentiu algo estranho. Algo muito estranho.

Ele girou a maçaneta e abriu minuciosamente a porta.

Mas o que…? Que droga!

Você estava simplesmente o testando. Jaemin tinha certeza que sim, somente por estar em seu escritório, em sua cadeira, com sua cara enfiada nas costas do assento.

Por Deus, você tinha os peitinhos inchados como Jaemin nunca jamais presenciou. Estavam levemente corados e leitando, muito, muito mesmo, Jaemin estava desconcertado.

Você tinha um tremelique constante em suas pernas e Jaemin só assistia o leite caindo sobre os joelhos e descendo sem mais nem menos pelas pernas.

— Bebê…?

— Nana, Jaeminnie, e-eu…

Na podia ser muito paciente, ouvinte, quieto e controlado. Mas aquilo era demais para si.

Poxa, sua vaquinha estava leitando e tinha as bochechas adoráveis molhadas de suor e lágrimas gordas.

— Jaeminnie por favor, me ajude, eu estou… Estou muito excitada, o seu cheiro é tão bom, não consegui me controlar.

— Amor… — ele andou até a cadeira — Sente-se no colo do Nana.

— Jaemin… E-eu… Isso é vergonhoso, e-eu…

— Venha aqui minha vaquinha…

Você simplesmente sentia qualquer resquício de sanidade indo embora. Seu Jaemin falando daquele jeitinho contigo era indiscutível. Faria qualquer coisa que ele mandasse.

Você o fez, com muito cuidado para não se desequilibrar. Na Jaemin sentou-se na cadeira giratória, sentindo o cheiro de leite e de um perfume doce. Você fedia a leite e perfume.

— Venha, sente aqui, amor.

Quieta e timidamente você fez. Jaemin sente um calor imensurável, você estava quente, sua bunda e coxas lhe amornando o colo.

Jaemin conduziu seu queixo com os dedos bonitos, sorrindo confortável, para que você não se preocupasse. Mas não precisava, confiava nele de olhinhos fechados. Era um ato de carinho e você apreciava isso demasiadamente.

Ele sempre fora muito cuidadoso com suas coisas, chegando a transparecer um certo ciúmes, mas isso não importava agora.

— Jae-min. — você fica vermelha ao pronunciar o nome errado — Seu terno de trabalho, o leite vai sujá-lo.

— Não se preocupe gracinha.

— Mesmo…? É um leite tão… Nojento eu odeio ficar excitada, sempre saí, sempre saí!

— Ah, é? Sabe princesa… — Jaemin adornou as mãos nos seus seios. Eram macios, suaves e quentes. Ele o apertou e aproximou seu rosto — Eu adoro leite fresco.

Jaemin ficava quente pra caralho falando coisas tão… ambíguas como aquelas.

Ele colocou os lábios no mamilo sensível e sugou. Sentiu o morno levemente adocicado em sua língua, gemendo minimamente ao sentir o gosto tão presente de leite.

— J-jaeminnie... — Você gemeu.

A boca de Jaemin era quentinha e tão cuidadosa, a cada leve sugada ele passava a língua, aliviando a pequena pressão e tendo mais leite, Na parecia faminto.

Você mexia a bunda de um lado pro outro. Tinha certeza que o pau de Jaemin viria bem. Era enorme, já tinha o visto pelado, inteiramente nu, lhe agradou, lhe deixou pensando muito nele. Parecia perfeito lá dentro.

Sua bucetinha estava molhada pra caralho, o lubrificante natural era tão doce quanto, sabia disso, ainda mais nesses momentos, onde precisava aliviar-se sozinha.

Pensou em Jaemin lhe chupando na parte traseira e gemeu, tão sensibilizada, movida por irracionalidade. Você nem ao menos sabia esconder o quanto lhe apetecia Jaemin cuidar de ti.

— Princesa, você é toda docinha… — Jaemin acarinhou sua cintura, queria muito beijar, fazê-la provar seu próprio gosto.

Você depositou os braços sobre os ombros largos e bonitos, colocando as mãos na nuca de Jaemin. Por Deus, ele era tão cheiroso, alto e bonito. Tinha olhos de gato e um perfume delicioso, que era impregnado em seu cérebro, em suas memórias.

Jaemin direcionou as mãos nas orelhas ao topo da cabeça, mexeu nelas num carinho e em seguida partiu para a bunda. Apertando a carne e enfiando seu rosto sobre os peitinhos, tão leitosos e doloridos. Estava à beira de um colapso.

— Eu quero te comer, meu amor, eu… Eu quero sua buceta quente. — Jaemin disse a frase, usando termos ridiculamente chulos, que em ocasiões opostas deixariam-te com vergonha.

Mas naquele momento, ter o pau grosso de Jaemin lhe partindo ao meio era tudo o que precisava, sabia que ele se surpreenderia ao ver o leite saindo também de seu canalzinho.

Você saiu do colo de Jaemin.

Desajeitada, você afastou a cadeira, apoiou seus cotovelos na mesa do escritório, de frente pra ele. Olhou para trás, meiga, com os olhos brilhantes. Levantou levemente a barra do avental azulado que lhe cobria as partes íntimas e rebolou, expondo a bucetinha brilhante contraindo-se e expelindo muito leite.

Jaemin sentiu uma imensa falta de ar. Seu único e genuíno pensamento foi "Saí leite por aí também…?" Ele não sabia nem mesmo se aproximar sem transparecer o tesão que estava sentindo. Poxa, queria muito comê-la, com sua boca principalmente.

Jaemin colocou as palmas nas laterais da sua bunda, brincou com as bandas gordinhas e levemente coradas, sua vaquinha era linda, em todos os aspectos.

Ele aproximou a língua da entradinha úmida e deu uma pequena lambida, arrancando um remexer do seu quadril.

— Poxa amor, você solta leite por todos os lugares? A bundinha também?

— Jaemin… Eu… queria tanto que você me comesse e deixasse todo o seu esperma misturadinho com o meu leite… Quero ficar cheinha.

Na sentiu um formigamento em sua virilha, essa frase tinha lhe atiçado mais do que devia, se te comesse espalharia leite por todos os lugares daquele escritório.

— Q-quero ver o pau do Nana.

Você diz. Tão manhosa, com a voz arrastada e sua bunda empinada, sem vergonha alguma em seu rosto, pelo menos não naquele momento. Jaemin nada disse, apenas respirou, muito profundamente, afrouxando sua gravata e abaixando suas calças muito rapidamente.

Seu pau pesava, parecia que todo esperma que tinha estava prestes a explodir. Jaemin abaixou a cueca e deu oportunidade para você observar.

— M-meu… Deus. — disse a híbrida. Você virou-se e colocou a mão em sua boca, escondendo tamanha satisfação em ver um pau tão gordo e grosso.

Era grosso demais, grosso de modo exagerado e aquilo seria engolido por sua buceta leitosa.

— Princesa, vire pra mim, sim? Me deixe te comer de frente.

Jaemin despejou dois beijinhos sobre a banda esquerda da sua bunda, enquanto tocava em seu próprio pênis, muito desperto.

Você obedeceu, escondendo pelo avental sua excitação, estava toda exposta.

— Vamos lá, minha vaquinha fofa — sorriu — Sente-se na mesa.

Você abriu suas pernas. Abriu muito, porra estava todinha aberta, era delicioso ver o leite escorrendo por sua entradinha, tão espesso e brilhante.

Jaemin largou suas calças no chão, terminando de abrir sua camiseta, se enfiou por entre as pernas e pincelou a bucetinha, colocando o pau todo ali. Tinha certeza que meteria até as bolas, te deixaria arrombadinha. Você era muito apertada, muito mesmo.

— Vai melar meu pau de leite, meu amor? — perguntou provocativo.

Ele segurou em uma das pernas para pegar impulso. Jaemin tinha quadris sobrenaturais e fortes, fazia movimentos circulares à medida que enfiava-se mais dentro de ti.

— V-vou sim — Você disse. Ele tentava manter a concentração a qualquer custo, tocando em seus mamilos inchados e enormes, estava todo molhado de leite, era deplorável sua situação — Vou gozar com m-meu Nana! — respondeu determinada.

Jaemin iria enlouquecer, de fato. Você falava coisas como aquela, coisas que o deixava com formigamentos na barriga, que o fazia querer ir mais e mais fundo dentro do seu canalzinho.

Você era do Nana e de mais ninguém, só dele, dele, dele!

O pau estava sendo esmagado, imaginava como seria por dentro, não conseguia formular nada coerente, enquanto via os olhinhos marejados de tanto prazer. Jaemin precisava te beijar, beijar muito, gozar com a boca dele na sua. Ele o fez.

Apenas conseguia pensar em como você ficava linda daquele jeitinho, toda destruída.

Jaemin trocou a posição das mãos, levando-as para os seus seios, apertou com vontade, enquanto seus lábios estavam trabalhando arduamente no beijo. Era todo molhado e desajeitado. Tinha saliva por toda sua boca.

Você gemia com a língua macia de Jaemin se enrolado, se encontrando com a sua, era tão gostoso, ele lhe comia deliciosamente bem. Suas orelhas mexiam desesperadamente a cada sonzinho molhado que ousava sair do pênis dele te esticando por dentro.

Fazia muita sujeira, tinha respingos de leite por todo o carpete.

Jaemin fechou suas pernas, socando seu interior enquanto o fazia. Ele levou as mãos para a bundinha parcialmente empinada. Você gemeu, gemeu alto e chorosa, estava chorando com um pau em sua buceta.

— Vaquinha fofa, você está me dando muito leite. — Jaemin disse, mordendo uma das suas panturrilhas.

— Nana, e-eu vou gozar!

— Isso é ainda melhor, princesa.

Jaemin metia como ninguém, seu pau lhe esfolava por dentro. Você estava praticamente derretendo por todas as partes de seu corpo, estava sendo fodida, estava acabada.

Ele então ficou na ponta dos próprios pés e prendeu os seus calcanhares, levando-os até sua cabeça, você era flexível, flexível demais. O pau foi fundo, estava indo fundo em seu pequeno canalzinho, respingando ainda mais do líquido adocicado. Parecia ainda mais escorregadio, ele enfiava-se e um ruído molhado saia.

— Você é tão suculenta, meu doce. Não consigo parar de comer você, é quentinho e gostoso aqui dentro.

Você mal conseguia responder. O ar lhe faltava e Jaemin batia em sua bunda sem parar, sem pausas, ele metia e era fundo.

— Minnie, Jaemin, Jaemin! — Você gemia, gemia muito.

Os respingos de leite batiam em seu rosto destruído, lágrimas e o leite escorrendo pelo chão. Aquela posição a faria desmaiar de prazer.

Mas você esguicha no rosto de Jaemin.

E você miou quando sentiu o morno do leite, tão espesso quanto, caindo em seu nariz e bochecha.

Jaemin soltou suas pernas, trazendo seu corpo para frente, iria meter livremente olhando para o rosto gozado de sua vaquinha.

— Você está linda assim meu amor, eu poderia tirar uma foto e colocá-la de fundo de tela… — Jaemin disse impertinente — Mas eu ficaria tão enciumado ao ver outras pessoas te olhando assim. Somente eu posso.

Ele meteu, pegando o leite e chupando-o. Era doce demais, viciante demais, Jaemin era um gato faminto pelo seu leite. Você gemeu ao vê-lo tão disposto a mamar todo seu leite, seu útero contraiu e você gozou de novo. E de novo e de novo.

Você estava sujando tudo de leite, tudo, Jaemin não parava de foder, de gemer, de partir sua buceta ao meio, extremo.

— Vou ter o prazer de leitar seu buraquinho, amor. — Ele disse, redundante.

De fato o faria, mas com sua marca.

Jaemin gozou, um pau grosso e pesado despejando todo o seu esperma dentro de uma buceta leitosa e doce. Você tinha certeza que Jaemin havia gozado mais que o normal, sentia a porra enchendo sua barriga, entupidinha.

Na se retirou dali, pediu para que abrisse as pernas e levantasse o tronco.

— Abre bem.

Falou se referindo ao buraquinho brilhante. Você abriu e sentiu o leite misturado com porra, descendo, uma gota gorda de porra vazando deliciosamente de suas dobras e caindo no chão, fazendo um barulho molhado, pegajoso, mas que Jaemin se lembraria.

Você corou ao ver. De qualquer maneira, Jaemin limparia aquilo depois, limparia todo o leite da sala bem depois.

— I-isso é nosso… Oh… — disse, inocentemente, voltando a sua postura meiga e carinhosa — Por Deus, Jaemin você é tão bagunceiro.

Você pediu por colo, as pernas fraquejando. Jaemin a levaria com certeza para um banho deliciosamente quente, gostava de te ter assim, fofa, amorosa.

— Vamos ter que limpar esse avental também… Que tal o seu amarelinho, meu doce?

— Não pode ser azul de novo? — Você sorriu.

— Vamos tomar banho e resolvemos isso depois, minha vaquinha.

Até porque, a híbrida precisava de cuidado em qualquer circunstância, mesmo numa tão… leitosa quanto aquela.

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[luvyeni]

❛TAMING THE PILLOW PRINCESS❜ ( n. jaemin )

p. boyfriend!na jaemin x fem!reader w. 1.8k+

warnings? oral ( m. receiving ), uprotected sex, sorta mean dom jaemin (he's such a softie it's hard), a little degradation, breeding kink (?)

— 𖦹 ( you used be such a good girl for him, but thats okay jaemin will fix it ) !

“Come home.” You spoke through the phone. “baby im with the guys I told you I wanted to hang out with them for a while.” Jaemin said, but you could care less. “i don’t care, I want you home now.”

“Ba— come home or you’ll sleep on the couch for a week." Before he could speak up you said something else. “and no sex!” you hung up in his face— he sighed, putting his phone away, he friends already looking at him, your voice was loud enough for them to hear the entire thing. “don’t say anything.” He rubbed his temples.

“jaemin, man I love you and I don’t know how to say this but.” Jeno said. “your girlfriend is a bitch.” Haechan finished. “haechan.” Renjun said, jaemin shook his head, ready to defend you. “she’s just really needy you know?” he said. “she needs attention, it’s okay I don’t mind.”

“she’s also rude as hell, constantly nagging and yelling at you over stupid shit, spending all your money, i could go on.” Haechan said, jaemin sighed. Jaemin loved you, he did — but even he had to admit his friend was right, you were a nightmare dressed in pink.

“does she even you know?” jeno trailed off. “you know give it up?” he said. “sex? of course we have sex.” He said. “does she go down on you?” renjun asked, jaemin tried to remember the last time you did, cringing. “she really isn’t  that good at it, but id rather give than receive.”

“and you go down on her?” jeno said. “I do most of the work, so what?” jaemin said. “that’s your problem, you’ve created a pillow princess with a bratty attitude, and now you don’t know how to handle her anymore.” Jeno said. “I know how to handle my girlfriend.” He said, feeling a bit defensive now that it was finally laid out for him. “do you really?”

That sentence stayed with him all the way home — your attitude was getting worse day by day, and he stayed passive, letting you do what you want,  as long as you were happy, even though it made him miserable— he wasn’t getting sad, he was getting pissed, speeding on the gas all the way home.

You scoffed looking at the time, he was 2 hours late. “im gonna kill him.” you got up out of bed, only in your underwear and a flimsy tank top , making your way into the kitchen to get a drink, opening the fridge — your eyes sat on the last can of jaemins beer, you smirked grabbing the can, opening taking a sip. “serves him right.” You didn’t even like beer, you just wanted to piss him off , knowing he wouldn’t do anything but smile and tell you it would be okay.

Leaving the can on the counter, knowing it will piss him off as well, turning to go back in the room, when the front door open, your boyfriend walked in. you rolled your eyes, he looked at you,  then over by the counter, noticing the beer. “that was my last one.

“So?” you shrugged walking back to the room, the cats following behind you. “why didn’t you throw away the can?” you ignored him, he followed behind you. “you know I hate when you leave the cans on the counter.”

“well go pick it up and throw it away.” You picked up a pillow, throwing at his chest. “you go sleep on the couch while you’re at it.” He looked down at the pillow then back at you, anger boiling up inside him. “go.” You said turning on your side, no longer facing him.

“im not staying on the couch.” He said you scoffed. “well you aren’t staying in here, so sleep in the hall for all i care.” jaemin saw red, and before he could even notice it was like his arms and legs were moving for him — and he was sitting on the bed, you shot up ready to yell.  “I said get the fuc—” he your words were cut short by jaemins hand wrapping around your throat.

“Listen here.” He said, his eyes dark, not like how you’re used to. “i've had it up to here with your bitchy attitude.” He seethed. “letting you walk all over me, you don’t have to do shit, i let you sit here in the apartment i pay for all day and do nothing, while i go out and work my ass off so you can spend my money on your unnecessary shit and how do you repay me?” he squeezed. “by being a bitch.”

You couldn’t say anything, not because you couldn’t due to him choking you, but because you were speechless, he never spoke to you like that — so mean and with hatred in his eyes — it was kind of turning you on. “jae— did i say you could speak?” he said. “that’s your problem, you don’t listen.”

“i've been spoiling you too much, letting you get away with everything.” He kissed his teeth. “that shit stops today.” Before you could say anything he was tossing you over his lap. “i want you to count.” He whispered in your ear. “wh-ouch!” you yelped upon feeling his hand come down on your ass. “fuck that hurts.” You cursed. “good, it’s supposed to.” another slapped made you jolt. “now count.”

“jae– shit!” you cursed as he didn’t let you get your words out, slapping your ass. “one!” you shouted. “good again “ he repeated. “tw-two.” He kept repeating his abuse on your ass, tears wielding in your eyes as you counted all the way until his desired number.

“Good.” He rubbed your sore cheeks. “you actually listened for once.” He grabbed your hair — yanking your hair back roughly, looking you in the eyes “get down on your knees.”

You sat in between his legs, your knees digging into the rug sure to leave them red — your face close to his hard on. “im always going down in you, bout time you give me something in return.” He unbuckled his pants, pushing them down to his ankles. “gonna suck me off real good.” He pulled his cock from his underwear, stroking himself off, his cock dripping with pre-cum from his tip on to your pouty lips.

You hadn’t done this in a while, jaemin always doted on you, so you probably only did it a few times in the early stages of your relationship after a while he just ended up saying it was fine. “go on.” he held the base of his cock tapping it on your lips. “put it in your mouth.”

You slowly sunk down on his cock, he groaned out throwing his head back, his hand resting on the bed, the other in your head. “you’re still just as bad.” Your eyes widening, as he pushed your head all the way down. “it’s like you’re not even trying.” The more he talked to you like that the more turned on you became, your panties sticking uncomfortably to your cunt. “have to do everything.”

He used your hair, guiding you up and down his shaft. “there you go, slowly.” he cursed under his breath. “use your tongue.” he hissed. “i said your tongue, not your teeth — are you dumb baby?” you moaned around his cock. “of course you like being degraded -fuck- i guess i assumed you liked being treated like a princess.”

He pulled you off him, slapping his cock against your lips. “that’s enough — want you now.” you went to lay down like you normally did but he stopped you. “no, it’s not about you tonight.” he laid back against the headboard. “tonight i want you to ride me, i want you to work for it.”

You’ve never ridden anyone, all of them doing the work for you. “i-i.” he picked you, making you straddle his lap. “i'll jerk off right now in front of you and you won’t get anything, if you want to cum, you ride me.” You were desperate to cum, biting your lip — grabbing the base of his cock, hovering above you. “sit.”

He pushed you down, his cock filling you up, you moaned out, holding yourself up by his chest. “jae-jaemin.” you moaned. “now move.” he commanded, you rocked your hips sloppily. “do it right.” He slapped your ass. “i-i c-cant.” you sobbed. “try.” He said deciding to help you just a bit, grabbed your hips rocking you back and forth. “fu-fuck just like that.” He let your waist go, leaving you on your own again.

It just wasn’t enough, you needed him. “jaemin.” You whined. “i-i need you.” He smirked. “yeah.” His hips bucking up. “why should i help you when -fuck- when all you’ve been is a bitch to me?” he grunted, slowly loosing his mind, wanting nothing more than to flip you over and fuck you like he’s used to. “why should i help you.”

“i-im so-sorry.” You stuttered. “i'll be good, i promise.” You sounded so pretty, begging like that. “you will?” he grunted. “no more being mean, and rude?” you nodded, promising him through tears. “i-i promise.”

He flipped you over,  pushing his cock deep into your cunt. “shit!” you screamed as he plowed into you, wrapping your leg around his waist. “shit that’s it.” he moaned. “be a good girl and take my cock.” You grabbed his bicep, eyes rolling to back of your head.

“that’s all you needed, to be fucked back into submission right?” he said grabbing your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “you’re gonna be my good girl again if i let you cum.” You nodded dumbly. “words.” he said, thrusting deeply inside you,  hitting that gummy spot. “ye-yes i promise.” You felt it coming all you was his word.

“cum.”

Your mouth dropped out, eyes rolling to back of your head as you came with a loud gasp of jaemins name, your head feeling deeper into a subspace as he fucked you through your orgasm. “pretty girl -fuck- gonna cum inside your pretty cunt okay?” you nodded. “pl-please cum inside me.”

His thrust began to falter as he came, his cum pouring into your cunt. “good girl.” He looked at your fucked out face. “there’s my good girl.”

He pulled out of your cunt, watching his cum leaking out of you, laying next to you, caressing the side of your face . “im sorry.” You pouted. “for being such a bitch.”

“it’s okay princess, i still love you and I still want to take care of my precious baby.” He kissed your temple. “just be nicer to me baby.” He said. “as long as you don’t make me ride you anymore.” He laughed. “I don’t ever want to do that again.” He nodded. “I won’t baby.”

“you’ll always be my pretty pillow princess.”

©️LUVYENI

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