#jaemin headcanon

[jenomi]

this has got to be the worst day ever. nothing has gone in jaemin's favor today.

he kept missing steps during practice, prolonging practice for the rest of the boys. despite them telling him "it's okay" and them reassuring him that it happens, jaemin still felt bad for keeping his members from their plans after practice. he could also tell that the members were starting to get frustrated too, everyone falling quiet and focusing on the choreo. mark and jeno softly give jaemin advice, and all jaemin can do is nod in gratitude.

also, this morning he woke to the pleasure of one of the Lu triplets' chewing at his favorite rug in the living room. he scolded them before inspecting the damage and seeing that it couldn't be saved. he couldn't hide this corner, since the two corners hidden under the couch are also chewed up. normally, this wouldn't bother jaemin as he loves his babies and he knows they're just cats at the end of the day, but he felt especially bothered and upset by this today. it should've been a sign for how the day would go.

to top it all off, jaemin spilled his coffee down his pants as the lid of his coffee wasn't secured. luckily, he had a spare pair of pants in his bag, but it didn't make him feel any better.

"let's call it for today," mark tells the choreographer and the group.

'thank you's and 'good job today's are said across the room as jaemin sighs looking at his phone. of course, it doesn't recognize his face, adding to jaemin's irritation for the day.

upon opening his phone, he receives a message from you:

my princess 💝👑: hi baby! i hope your practice is going well and you had an amazing day ^~^ love u

jaemin hasn't been able to speak to you all day from how busy he was, he realized you don't know how shitty his day has been. he gets in his car, and starts driving autopilot to your place.

when you hear the beeping of someone entering the code to your door, you tense up in a quick panic and look towards your door.

"it's me," you hear the familiar voice of your boyfriend jaemin as the door opens.

"jaeminnie!" you exclaim getting up from the couch to greet him. you help him take off his jacket before giving him a kiss and pulling him into a hug. "how was your day?"

"not great..." jaemin mumbles into your neck. you try to let go of the embrace to read his face, but jaemin hugs you tighter. he needs this.

after he lets go, you grab his hand and lead him to the couch. you pull him to lay his head on your chest and rub his back and neck to comfort him. with the way jaemin's hugging you back, you know he needed this more than anything else right now.

"what happened?" you whisper into his hair.

jaemin only responds with a hum. you know he'll tell you when he's ready, but right now he just needs to be here with you in your arms. because every time he is, all his worries fade to grey and he can forget about everything outside of this. you are his comfort person, his escape, his home.

[lyvhie]

indifference | na jaemin

na jaemin x fem!reader ꒰ summary ꒱ they say the opposite of love is indifference. ꒰ a/n ꒱ merry christmas, loves!!! i'm late but it's fine, it's the thought that counts!! unfortunately, haechan wasn't under my tree this year (i don even have a tree). ANYWAYS, this little fic is just a test, but i hope u like it <3 ꒰ cw ꒱ guys, i think this is a little angst 😓.

The moment your eyes fluttered open, your hand instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed, only to find it cold and empty. The sheets were still ruffled, a faint trace of warmth lingering where Jaemin had slept. But he wasn’t there.

You stared at the unoccupied space, a familiar ache settling deep in your chest. You couldn’t remember exactly when this started, but it had now become a routine. Falling asleep without hearing a soft good night and waking up to an empty bed.

It hadn’t always been this way. Cold mornings used to be one of the warmest, brightest moments of your day. You’d wake up to strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, while soft, loving kisses were scattered across your face like gentle whispers of affection.

Now, those moments felt like fragments of a distant memory, slipping further away with each passing day.

You sat up in bed, mustering all the courage you could to face the day. It took longer than you cared to admit to drag yourself into the bathroom and brush your teeth. As you stood there, your mind ran through all the possible conversations you could have with him, rehearsing lines, convincing yourself that today would be different.

Walking into the kitchen, you followed the faint scent of coffee, hoping to find him there. The house was silent. He was already gone. The only sign of him was a single mug sitting on the table, filled with hot chocolate. It hadn’t been long since he left, steam still curled gently from the surface.

Picking up the mug, you wrapped your hands around it, letting its warmth seep into your fingers. You took a sip, the familiar sweetness easing some of the heaviness in your chest. He didn’t have to wake up early, didn’t have to leave like this, he didn't have to leave without saying a word, but knowing he took a moment to make this for you… it made the loneliness feel just a little more bearable.

It might sound silly, but little gestures like this had started to mean the world to you ever since Jaemin began acting this way. You didn’t know if it was something you had done or said, but it felt… off.

It had been a while since you first noticed the shift, and you still couldn’t understand what was happening—to him, to you, to both of you.

It all started with something simple, like the first time he didn’t wait for you to have dinner together. It was fine, sometimes things like that happen. Then came a few small arguments, like how he seemed more interested in his phone than talking to you, even about something as simple as his or your day.

After that, it escalated to him coming home late without clear explanations. Then there were the moments he turned his face away when you tried to kiss him, pretending he was just looking at something else. Slowly, he was staying up late, going to bed only after you had already fallen asleep, or he’d fall asleep on the couch while watching TV, only to leave early the next morning without even saying good morning. It was as if he was deliberately avoiding you.

You tried to talk to him about it once, asking if something was wrong, but he simply said everything was fine. And for a while, you believed him. He went back to being his usual self. Almost.

He still stayed up late, and the hugs and cuddles were gone, but at least he was sleeping next to you every night. He no longer turned his face away when you tried to kiss him, though he didn’t close his eyes anymore, his gaze always seemed to drift toward something he found more interesting. He woke up earlier than he needed to and left in a hurry, but at least he still made you your favorite hot chocolate, because he knows you don't like coffee.

You sighed as you stared at your phone screen, the messaging app open to your conversation with him. You had sent a simple "good morning" and thanked him for the drink, ending it with a heart emoji. Anxiously, you waited for his reply, only to be met with a curt "dw."

Your shoulders slumped. It was fine. He was probably busy, you shouldn’t be bothering him.

Today was your day off, and it couldn’t have come at a better time. You had been looking forward to this moment since all of this began. Tonight, you’d try to mend whatever was wrong. A nice dinner with all his favorite dishes and a bottle of good wine while watching his favorite movies could be start.

You spent the whole morning overthinking what to wear. A fancy dress? No, that would be too much for a dinner at home. Maybe something casual and comfy instead. Should you put on makeup? Yes, but something simple would be best. What about your hair? Maybe just a quick touch-up would do the trick.

In the afternoon, you focused on preparing the dinner, losing track of time. You barely noticed how soon he would be home. A quick change into your outfit was just enough for you to hear the front door open, and you rushed to welcome him.

“Hi, love,” you greeted him with a smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Hey, you're home early," he said casually, removing his shoes and barely glancing at you.

It's fine, you told yourself. He just got home, and he’s probably tired. Don’t let this discourage you.

"Yes, I didn’t have work today," you said, helping him with his jacket. "That’s why I made a special dinner for us," your voice carrying a hint of excitement as you reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers.

“Mmh, is there any special occasion?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as you led him to the dining room. “It smells good.”

A smile spread across your face at the compliment, warmth filling your chest in a way that made everything feel a little better.

"Not really, I just felt like doing something nice," you shrugged, sitting down across from him. The effort you'd put into the meal was evident from how carefully you'd set the table, but he didn’t seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn’t say anything. “I hope you like it.”

“I will, thank you,” he said, barely looking up from his plate as he took a bite.

The knot in your stomach tightened. The familiar, uncomfortable silence settled between you, the clinking of cutlery the only sound. It felt like you were strangers, maybe even less than that. You had hoped tonight would be different.

“So,” you said, trying to break the silence. “How was your day?”

“The same as usual,” he replied with a shrug, his eyes still fixed on his food. His tone suggested that talking to you felt like a chore. “What about you?”

You hesitated for a moment, trying to gauge his mood, but decided to answer anyway, even if it felt forced.

“It was good,” you said, keeping your voice light. “As I said, I had the day off, so I spent it getting everything ready for tonight.”

He nodded absentmindedly, a small hum coming from him. The lack of enthusiasm stung more than you expected, but you tried not to let it show.

“So, what’s been keeping you so busy lately?” you asked, attempting to steer the conversation in a way that might make him open up.

He looked up briefly, his eyes flicking to you before returning to his plate. “Work,” he answered flatly. “It’s been a lot.”

You nodded, unsure how to respond. The air between you felt heavy, like there was something unspoken, but neither of you was willing to address it.

And the conversation—if you could even call it that—ended there. Your only consolation was the subtle expressions of satisfaction he made as he ate your food.

It’s okay, you told yourself. Maybe the movie would lift his mood a bit more.

“Oh, Jaemin, wait,” you called out when you saw him about to leave the kitchen, likely heading to the bedroom after doing the dishes. He looked at you, head slightly tilted, waiting for what you had to say. “I was thinking… maybe we could watch a movie together? Only if you want to, of course.”

You tried to hide the expectant look in your eyes, but Jaemin could tell. He’d known you long enough to notice the small details. He paused for a moment before responding.

“Okay, that’s fine,” he said, his voice lacking enthusiasm, but not displeased either. He just… didn’t care.

But you couldn’t stop your heart from swelling with happiness as you both sat down beside each other on the couch, glasses of wine in hand, watching the scenes on the screen. You honestly didn’t like the movie, but it was your lover’s favorite, so you learned to enjoy it because it always made him happy.

The dinner might not have gone as you had hoped, but he was still willing to spend some time with you.

You chuckled lightly at one of the movie scenes, one Jaemin always found funny—more than you—and it never failed to make him laugh. Or, at least, it never used to.

You turned your head, curious as to why he was silent. Your heart broke a little more when you saw him, face lit by the glow of his phone screen, scrolling absentmindedly. He wasn’t really there with you. Not truly.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling the weight of the moment press down on your chest. The soft clink of his wine glass against the coffee table seemed to echo in the otherwise quiet room, and suddenly, you felt very alone, even though he was right next to you.

You pressed the pause button on the remote to stop the movie.

“Jaemin,” you called softly, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Hm?” he responded, not looking up from his phone.

“Can you please look at me?”

He did as you asked and looked up at you, a slight expression of confusion on his face. “What is it?” Even his voice sounded distant.

You bit your lower lip, unable to hold back any longer. This growing feeling inside you, eating you up, had to be addressed. You needed to understand.

“What’s happening?” you finally breathed out.

“What do you mean?” He lowered his phone to give you his full attention.

“You know what I mean,” you replied, feeling your heart tighten. “All of this… what is happening to us? Did I do something wrong? Did I upset you? Did I make you mad?”

His eyes scanned the room, almost as if he were searching for something to say. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then what’s going on?” You could feel your frustration rising at his lack of clarity.

He gave you a confused look, brows furrowed. “There’s really nothing wrong? I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I just… I don’t understand,” you continued, your voice shaking slightly. “It feels like you’re pulling away from me. Like, every day, I’m losing you a little more,” the words felt heavy as they left your mouth. “I’ve been trying to reach out, to make things right, but it’s like you’re not even trying. You don’t even seem to care anymore.” You paused, your chest tightening as your eyes burned. “Don’t you see what’s happening?”

Jaemin’s gaze dropped for a moment, his expression unreadable. “It’s not like everything is wrong. We’re fine,” the lack of urgency in his tone stung your heart. “You’re not losing me. I’m still here, aren’t I? I’m here, you’re here. What more is there?”

“No, Jaemin, I don’t want to be… just here. I don’t know when I stopped being enough for you, but I can’t keep pretending that everything is fine.”

He sighed softly, the silence that followed hanging heavy in the air as you felt the warmth of your tears tracing down your cheeks. Jaemin moved closer on the couch, his movements slow and almost mechanical, before pulling you into a hug. You foolishly responded, burying your face in his neck, trying to find comfort in the familiar, despite the ache in your chest.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his hand gently rubbing your back in slow circles, as though it could make the tears stop. "We're going to fix this, okay?"

Was there still love to fix, or was it just a fear of letting go? You loved him too much to face the truth.

You tried so hard to make things work, but in the process, he had already checked out, not out of malice, but simply because he didn’t feel the need to put any more effort in.

He knew you’d always be there.

↝ taglist: @yizhrt, @sinisxtea, @peterm4rker.

[justalildumpling]

chapter 1: now that we don’t talk

masterlist || next

pairing: jaemin x reader

synopsis: after the messy end to your relations with jaemin, it seemed like you were the only one unable to move on from your past. but with a few slip ups in between the planning of his wedding, you realised that maybe he too stayed right where you’d left him

warnings: swearing, jokes about death, mentions of alcohol

note: omg its finally starting😭 also i apologise in advance of how much of an actual asshole jaemin is in this fic

[klimtjardin]

Tava no YouTube e um comentário num vídeo sobre o Jungwoo mexeu comigo: "ele me fez espalhar o perfume dele nas minhas pelúcias" era um comentário de fã, mas 😵‍💫 porquê, hein? Porque ele, o Taeyong e acho que o Jaemin também, tem essa energia de quem te mima até você dizer chega? Inclusive, te presenteando com muitas pelúcias, para você "espalhar o perfume" dele nelas, e sempre se lembrar dele... Muito cedo pra dizer que o Sion também? 👀 Uma energia de quem manda mensagem assim: "que cê tá fazendo agora? manda foto, gatinha... tô com sdds."

[dollechan]

nct dream como... personagens de arcane! ୭ gênero. headcanon w. nenhum significativo, não corrigido, ah vão ter alguns termos em inglês an. minha obsessão gente

ওㅤmark como — o boy savior — ekko

todo mundo sabe que se o mark não fosse asiático ele seria preto, e tem preto com mais molho que o ekko nessa série?? sem contar que as personalidades podem bater muito aqui, o ekko sacrificou muita coisa para salvar e proteger o seu povo e as pessoas que ele amava, mark teria feito o mesmo. ele se sacrificou por um sonho então nada o impediria de sacrificar a felicidade dele para salvar o dia.

ওㅤrenjun como — o agora machine herald — viktor

esse eu ainda fiquei meio pensativa, tipo, o renjun realmente faria o que o viktor faria? cheguei a conclusão que o injun é um tanto imprevisível então existe a chance de 50% de que sim, mas também não. viktor começou como um cientista que queria ajudar o seu povo para um — praticamente — robô que desistiu da sua humanidade e que queria fazer os outros desistirem também, mas a força. é um arco interessante e eu acho que super combinaria com o injun!

ওㅤjeno como — o undercut mcqueer — violet guys, hear me out, todo mundo sabe que o jeno tem aquela aparência mais "dura" "máscula" e "forte" mas no fundo a gente também sabe que ele é alguém que precisa de muito carinho e amor e que se você fazer carinho nele ele vai te olhar tal qual esse emoji 🥺, ele é literalmente a violet. ele se faz de forte pq ele precisa ser, talvez pelas vivências nas ruas de zaun ou na prisão, mas no secreto ele é uma pessoa mais suave, ainda bruta, mas de um jeito mais suave. amou a primeira pessoa que enxergou ele como além da "criança do vander" e ficou mal quando a perdeu. ama o irmão, mas as vezes ele só não consegue suportar as atitudes dele, pq pra ele a moral ainda está acima das vontades dele.

ওㅤhaechan como — o chickenshit gadgets — jinx calma lá, ele não é lá taooooo jinx mas ele poderia ser um pouco jinx sim! acho que a energia sassy que o hyuck me passa me fez decidir colocar como a jinx. ele é inteligente e esperto, do tipo street smart, sabe se esgueirar entre lugares pequenos mas também é espalhafatoso, chama atenção. deve ouvir vozes algumas vezes e deixa os pensamentos intrusivos falarem mais altos que a moral de vez em quando. se gêmeos fosse de fogo diria que tem uma conexão com a jinx ser formada pelo fogo, mas já que é de ar vou dizer que é referência a janna, que é a protetora de zaun.

ওㅤjaemin como — o count fagula — caitlyn não é pra alimentar as nominzeras não! mas eu vejo muito o jaemin como a cait, foi um dos que eu coloquei sem nem hesitar. ele é um menino rico das "politicas" sem nem mesmo querer estar nas políticas, ele foi criado para não ter preconceitos mas leva isso muito a sério as vezes. é um amor de primeira mas não o traía, nem faça mal as pessoas que ele ama (quando ele perdeu a mãe foi um ótimo exemplo de que se machucou um dele, e vai machucar d evolta). apesar de amar o parceiro ele sabe que é necessário fazer sacrifícios na vida. trairia a ambessa tbm 100% de certeza.

ওㅤchenle como — o man of progress — jayce esse daqui pra ser sincera eu não acho que combina não, mas o jayce é importante ent resolvi deixar ele ao invés de só substituir 👍. não tenho muito que comentar mas aqui alguns pontos: odiado no começo por muitos, é um cara rico que tem seus privilégios, também é esperto mas ao contrário do jinx ele é mais book smart, sabe o que está fazendo mas vai xingar ele por isso mesmo assim, odiou matar o viktor mas foi necessário para cessar o ciclo que ele estava criando.

ওㅤjisung como — o 🤙🤜🤛🫵 — isha a isha foi criada só pra plot e pra gente chorar? sim! mas queria colocar ela aqui pq ela é literalmente o jiji: neurodivergente e não-verbal. o jisung é tímido, mas aqui eu acho que ele escolheria ser não-verbal por algum trauma ou algum problema também. sobre ser neurodivergente… tenho minhas dúvidas, convivo com um mas não sei o bastante para apontar ou diagnosticar o jiji como, mas eu vejo a isha como uma então vou considerar nesse headcanon aqui. ele super trataria o warwick que nem um cachorro também e é o side-kick meio atrapalhado do nosso jinx.

𖹭 original @/dollechan

[https-lvesick]

♡ ⭑.ᐟ 엔시티 드림 . . "merry christmas, loverboy!"

scenario . . ♡ you’ve been bragging about your christmas gift for the whole month and, even though your boyfriend had been arguing you couldn’t beat his gift for you, he was curious, after all, you were talking too much. he didn’t expect you to tell the truth. it’s the first christmas eve you’ve spent alone since you started dating, a few months ago, so you decided to prepare something memorable. he found you lying on the bed, completely naked, well, not completely since you had a big red ribbon around your breasts, offering yourself as the special gift.

content . . 𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!dream x fem!reader, first time as a couple! [mk] protected sex, praising, squirting, kinda rough sex, mark is lowkey a beast ♡ [rj] protected sex (in my mind), praising, breast play, renjun is a whiny sub ♡ [jn] unprotected sex, virgin!reader, big dick!jeno, power play, cervix fucking, creampie, jeno it’s too good for this world ♡ [hc] fingering, messy sex, mention of squirting, mirror sex, haechan is a bit of a perv and kinda mean (but wbk) ♡ [jm] fingering, cunnilingus, praising, jaemin is a softie and… kinda pussydrunk ♡ [cl] unprotected sex, implied breeding kink, mentions of children (as next christmas’ gift), GIVE THIS MAN A KID Y’ALL, chenle is completely obsessed ♡ [js] unprotected sex, creampie, clothed blowjob (?), slight size kink, jisung is needy

lola's notes .: oh, haii >.< i’m kinda back yippie! i’ve been facing terrible writer’s block that is eating me alive and i’ve been kinda… depressed bc writing is literally my favourite thing to do, (stardew valley, close your eyes) so it’s being hard for me… anyways, dropping this hc (which i didn’t know i could write on time) so you can enjoy it while i’m away! also, i’m closing requests for now :( i have like 8 in line and, as i said, i can’t write now, but i’ll do it as soon as possible. i have some other projects to do, so idk when i’ll open it again… well, that’s it, enjoy your holidays, my adorable “lola lovers” (you’ve been named by @lyvhie btw) and merry christmas! love y’all <3 (and wtf are these content warnings 😭😭)

Mark

as soon as he stepped into the bedroom, his mouth fell open. he opened and closed it several times while you giggled, watching your boyfriend freeze in the doorframe. he didn't know how to react. though he wanted to touch you, his mind wouldn't let him — not until you gave verbal permission, even though you were literally offering yourself to him. mark stood there smiling awkwardly, trying to hide his obvious arousal. but when you walked toward him, touching his arms and whispering sweet words, he melted. you peppered his face with kisses, running your hands over his body just as you'd imagined.

you gripped the bedsheets so tightly you thought they might tear. you knew your boyfriend had strong hips — he was a dancer, after all — but you hadn't imagined they were this powerful. mark had your face down, hips raised, completely lost in pleasure. he barely let you catch your breath between positions. you'd already reached one orgasm, and he was driving you toward another.

"fu-fuck, baby, slow down..." you murmured, feeling another climax building. you were already weak, but mark kept going round after round like he couldn't stop himself. his skills were undeniable as his hips snapped against yours in sharp, quick thrusts, hitting all the right spots inside you. your eyes rolled back as you drooled, completely undone, but he loved seeing you like this — pleasure-drunk and utterly satisfied.

"c-can't..." he gasped, sucking in a breath when you clenched around him. "been waiting for you my whole life. i can't stop, baby, i'm sorry." his voice was weak, matching his expression. mark truly couldn't control himself, his body moving on its own. "so pretty, baby... so pretty..." he murmured, gripping your flesh. you managed a faint smile at his praise.

one hand maintained its tight grip on your ass while the other traced down your spine, his touch ghosting over your skin before grabbing your hair and pulling you to him. his lips pressed soft kisses and bites to your shoulder as you reached back to hook your arm around his neck. mark buried his face in your neck, whimpering as he picked up his pace once again.

when your fourth orgasm hit, your breath caught, and suddenly you felt something warm and liquid beneath you.

"did you just... squirt?" mark asked, staring in awe with a goofy smile. "shit, this was so fucking hot." he kept talking, but you couldn't process his words, too exhausted to focus. he removed the full condom, disposing of it in the bathroom before returning to you. "let me clean this mess so we can enjoy a romantic christmas eve." he chuckled at your incoherent mumbling.

Renjun

he wasn't proud of his previous actions, but he had glimpsed you naked once or twice... It was an accident — or maybe he had peeked while you were changing. but seeing you fully naked for him now was simply mind-blowing. though he had a mental list of everything he wanted to do with you when the time finally came, he couldn't move. he was too stunned. when your smile began turning into a worried frown, he snapped out of it, walking toward you to cup your face and kiss you passionately.

jun had always shown you his strong and confident side. you never needed to worry — he was there, your super-boyfriend, ready to handle all your concerns. even though he looked small and fragile, he never let that affect your perception of him.

having him underneath you was heavenly. his big round eyes looked at you — especially your breasts bouncing right in his face — like you were the most precious thing in the world. whines escaped his plump lips whenever you rode him too fast or clenched too hard around him. it was all overwhelmingly satisfying and delicious; you wouldn’t want it any other way. turns out his gift was indeed better than yours.

he played with your breasts, squeezing the flesh, pinching and twisting your nipples, even licking his lips, eager to taste them. so you ended his torture. you bent closer and smiled gently at him. "go ahead, love." as soon as the words left your mouth, he took you in. renjun hollowed his cheeks, suckling your nipple, twirling his tongue around the mound, making you gasp when he nibbled it.

your hips rolled lazily on top of his, but his teasing made you pick up your pace. you placed your hands on either side of his head for support and soon you were riding him exactly how you wanted. you lifted your hips until just his tip remained inside, then slammed back down. renjun's whines were muffled by the flesh in his mouth, his eyes rolling back. a heavenly sight.

"jun... baby... i'm—fuck—close..." you whispered, biting your lower lip. he nodded vigorously, gripping your hips, thrusting back into you at a desperate pace until you were the one rolling your eyes back.

as you reached your high, you nestled your face in his neck, breathing heavily, still clenching around him, still hearing his whines. minutes later, his arms caged you as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder and whispered sweetly in your ear, "merry christmas, my love."

Jeno

he wasn’t surprised to see you like this — offered to him so openly. he’d seen you like this once before, back when you tried to seduce him for the first time. back then, he’d gently rejected you, saying it was too soon. he wanted you to be certain, especially since it was your first time. but now, as you lay before him, beautifully confident and presenting yourself to him on christmas eve, he couldn’t resist. not this time. you looked so sure, so ready to give him everything.

a soft gasp escaped your lips, a sound that sent a jolt straight to his core. jeno was slowly sheathing himself into you, mindful of every inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. your hands clawed at his back, drawing a hiss from him, though the sting was nothing compared to the intoxicating grip your pussy had on him.

“is it okay?” he asked, his voice gentle as he kissed your face. “i can stop if it’s too much.” he nuzzled his nose against your neck, breathing in your scent. “love, if it hurts too much, we can try another day.”

“jeno, babe, please, shut the fuck up.” you replied, eyes squeezed shut. “it is hurting a bit, but that’s fine. i mean, have you seen your size?” he chuckled softly, continuing to pepper your face with kisses, hoping they’d ease the discomfort. “just… move slowly, yeah?” you added, and he nodded, doing exactly as you asked.

his thrusts were slow and deliberate, each movement filled with care. jeno wanted this moment to be perfect for you, something you’d remember with a smile — or maybe something that would leave you aching for him whenever the memory crossed your mind. he wanted to mark you, to make sure no one else could ever compare. you were his.

when the initial pain faded, you urged him to move faster, to stop holding back. and he obeyed — because how could he ever deny his woman? his first move was to pin your wrists above your head, holding you firmly but tenderly in place. he loved the marks your nails left on him, but right now, he wanted to see you fully. vulnerable. exposed. his.

the shift in pace was overwhelming. he fucked you with a fervour you hadn’t expected, every thrust hitting deep, brushing against spots inside you that made your mind go blank. you were soaking, your wetness easing his way into you as his cock found its rhythm, pressing against your cervix over and over. the sensations left you moaning, eyes rolling back, utterly lost in him. jeno — usually so gentle and soft — was showing you a side of him you hadn’t known existed, and you loved every second of it.

when he finally came, filling you with his warmth, your body reacted instinctively. your toes curled, your back arched, and his name fell from your lips in a chant. he relished the sound, savouring every moan as if it were a symphony written just for him.

his chuckle broke the haze, followed by a cheeky question: “do we get more gifts on new year’s eve?” you frowned, opening your eyes to meet his gaze. there he was — your mesmerizing boyfriend, sweaty and glowing, with a grin that could light up the world. he traced his hands down your sides, leaning in close to whisper against your lips, “merry christmas…”

Haechan

you were already his goddess — his perfect little girlfriend whom he'd do anything for. he loved you more than himself and respected you like you were his owner (and you were), but he couldn't help wanting more. he wanted to touch your body and do even more things to you, and you knew that — haechan isn't exactly subtle about his thoughts or cravings. that's why you happily decided to give yourself as his gift. when he saw you naked, he moaned involuntarily, so genuine that you couldn't help but giggle. he tried to hide his growing boner, but it was useless, especially because you were smiling at him with that warm, sexy smile of yours that made him kneel immediately. he licked his lips and took off his shirt, ready to enjoy the best gift anyone could've given him in 24 years.

it was raw, messy, and definitely dirty. haechan was a perverted motherfucker with thousands of fantasies — you knew that — but having sex with him took things to another level.

he was always suggesting beach dates or pool days at his house because he wanted to see you in a swimsuit, or suggesting showering together — "jokingly," according to him— to save water. you caught his hints, obviously, and it just fueled you to tease him more. but now that he had the chance, he wouldn't let it go to waste.

he had you completely open for him, your legs spread — caged by his own — in front of the mirror. the sheets were drenched, as was his face, and you were already drooling, babbling something haechan couldn't care less about. he was too focused on your dripping core, which made obscene noises every time his palm connected with it. your grip was so tight on his thigh that your fingerprints marked his flesh.

"you didn't know what you were getting yourself into, baby..." he grinned, watching your dishevelled reflection. your eyes faltered for a moment, making you close them, and haechan stopped, making you whine. "nuh-uh, what did i say? keep your eyes on the fucking mirror and i keep going." he held your jaw, making you open your eyes and look at yourself. the shame had long since vanished, replaced by pure, raw pleasure and inhibition.

"but... it's too much, hyeok..." you whined, trying to catch his hand on your jaw, but it was futile. you could see his mocking grin.

"yeah? too much? then i should stop, huh? i don't wanna hurt my queen." as soon as the words left his lips, your eyes widened and a single tear rolled down your cheek in desperation. he'd been edging you for the past two hours, filling you with promises of making you feel good, satisfied, and giving you as many orgasms as you wanted — and he did, once. haechan made you squirt the first time and then... left you high and dry, begging for more. this wasn't how you'd imagined your christmas eve to be going.

"chan, please..." you whimpered, feeling his fingers circling your clit. "let me—cum..." you gulped before letting out a stream of pleas. when you felt his lips pressing softly against yours, you knew he'd finally let you release.

"now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" your moans grew louder when he inserted three fingers without warning, moving at a quick pace, curling inside you. "let it go, baby, give me another one. be a good girl and give me another one."

Jaemin

right, okay, you caught him. no handmade or expensive gift could beat yours. he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, admiring the stunning view before him. his smirk wouldn't fade as he walked toward you, ready to unwrap his gift. he wanted this to be the night of your life. fuck christmas at this point — you were his special event, and he would make it unforgettable.

"nana..." you whimpered, feeling your orgasm building. your boyfriend didn't hear, still devouring you like a starved man.

you'd been in this position for almost an hour now, lying in bed while Jaemin had his face buried between your thighs. before that, he'd explored your whole body with his hands, lips, and tongue. every inch of you had been kissed, licked, and nibbled. he made sure you felt special and loved — because you are.

"just one more, baby... i can't get enough of you..." he growled before diving in again. you gripped his hair, moaning loudly when he slipped two fingers inside you, fucking you while sucking on your clit.

jaemin wasn't even fully naked yet, still wearing his pants, having only removed his shirt because you'd begged. you needed to see him, to mark him. and there he was — your masterpiece, your gorgeous boyfriend covered in hickeys and love bites, just as he'd done to you. but you wanted more. you wanted to touch him, feel him, give him the same pleasure he was giving you — even more — but he wouldn't let you. not now. he was just too drunk in you to let you move.

just as he'd learned everything about you, he knew you were close — he'd seen the signs twice before — so he worked to overwhelm your senses. you came, releasing into his mouth once again, gripping his hair and chanting his name. he licked you clean before rising to hover over you, kissing your lips and letting you taste yourself.

"can my baby handle more?" he smirked. "i still have plenty of ideas to make this christmas eve unforgettable." he wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh and playfully slap his arm. soon he crawled off the bed, stripping off his remaining clothes. you glanced at him, noticing a darker spot on his boxers. "yeah... i might have cum just from tasting you..." you scoffed. "what? you're absolutely fucking delicious, baby. how could i not when i had my face buried in fucking heaven?"

Chenle

fuck. you had just broken him. he’d lost count of how many wet dreams he’d had about you, how many nights he’d jerked off thinking about your scent, your taste. and god, he hated it. he had you. he didn’t need to fuck his fist like some desperate, virgin high schooler. but he couldn’t bring himself to rush you, couldn’t risk making you feel forced. so he waited. and now, this moment? it was everything. it didn’t take much for him to lose control, pouncing on you like a man starved.

from the very beginning — from the day you slapped his face — he knew you were it. his perfect girl. the one he’d love until the end of time, marry, have kids with, and spend forever building a life alongside. it was always you.

and now, having you like this — sprawled out on the bed, back arched, skin glistening with sweat, lips parted as the sweetest, most intoxicating sounds spilled from them — he felt like the luckiest man alive. he was making you his, satisfying you in every way a real man should — your man should.

your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust into you with an almost desperate pace. yeah, chenle had imagined making slow, tender love to you, but his urgency wouldn’t allow it. he needed to feel you, to claim you, to pour everything he had into you.

“ch—chenle, fuck!” you gasped, fingers gripping the bedsheets for dear life. his cock was hitting every perfect spot inside you, and the pressure from his thumb on your clit was enough to drive you mad. why had you waited so long to let him have you like this?

“is it that good, baby?” his teasing voice only made you whine louder. he wasn’t even trying; it was almost unfair how effortlessly he could ruin you. you nodded breathlessly, and he leaned down, biting your lower lip before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him closer — as if he wasn’t already impossibly close. you were on the edge, desperate to fall over with him.

“don’t pull out, please…” you managed to whisper, your voice shaky as your release took over. your walls clenched around him, and you buried your face in his neck, biting down to muffle the intensity of your orgasm.

“not like i planned to,” he growled, his thrusts growing erratic. just a few more, and he spilled inside you, filling you to the brim as you’d begged him to. even then, he stayed, making sure he gave you everything he had.

“do you think we’ll be celebrating three months of our gift next christmas?” his cheeky tone earned him a playful slap on the back, and you shook your head, laughing softly.

“chenle, it’s too soon for that.” you brushed a hand through his damp hair, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “but merry christmas, love.”

Jisung

boy would be shocked. he didn't even blink for a full minute. the only sign he was "alive" besides his breathing was his quickly growing tent. he didn't notice his body's reaction until you touched him. he whined softly, letting you take control and lead him however you wanted. but when he realized he could fully enjoy his gift, something snapped inside him.

you had been teasing him from the start — whispering sweet nothings in his ear, touching all his sensitive spots, guiding his large hands over your body to untie the ribbon around your chest. when you were fully exposed to him, his hands engulfed your breasts, squeezing them as he prepared to taste them, until you stopped him.

he whined, frowning as he watched you sink to your knees, running your hands along his thighs. "darling, what are you doing, let me—fuck..." the words died on his tongue when you wrapped your pretty lips around him through his boxers. it was the hottest sight he'd ever seen of you, and he was losing control.

you teased him with your tongue while squeezing him, maintaining eye contact as he pleaded for more. you could feel him throbbing against your tongue as he whispered his desperate pleas. he felt ready to burst without proper stimulation. he was begging for it — begging for you. but you weren't ready to give in just yet.

that led to your current position — bent in half, completely exposed, with jisung's tall frame hovering over you as he moved frantically. the thin chain around his neck swayed with each thrust, brushing against your face.

"fuck—sorry, love. am i hurting you?" he whimpered. you managed a faint "no." taking that as encouragement, jisung sat up, lifted your hips, and continued his movements while stimulating your sensitive spot.

you were so aroused that the sounds were obscene and loud enough to make you embarrassed. you'd never been this vulnerable with anyone before, and being this way with your shy boyfriend made you both embarrassed and deeply satisfied. his soft sounds merged with the wet noises, bringing you closer to the edge.

finally, he finished, every muscle in his body relaxing as he let out a satisfied groan, his head falling back. when you opened your eyes, jisung was hovering over you again. "you're so pretty..." he murmured, losing himself in your eyes before adding shyly, "but i finished inside..."

"don't worry. we're safe," you whispered against his lips. "merry christmas, ji."

"merry christmas, my darling," he smiled before kissing you.

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MARK LEE !

mark insisted on carrying everything, even your tiny purse. “babe i got it” you say reaching for your bag. he pulls it away with a grin, easily slipping the strap over his shoulder. “nope, to heavy for my baby girl”

you narrow your eyes at him, placing your hands on your hips. “mark baby.. it’s literally lighter than your phone”

he tilted his head, pretending to think. “hmm, it doesn’t matter, what if your body gets sore?, what if you get tired baby?” his voice was laced with amusement, but the way he tucks you under his arm and pulls you close has you smiling

“you’re ridiculous..” you muttered, though you don’t pull away.

“ridiculously in love with you” he corrects you, as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. “now let me be a good boyfriend and spoil my baby yeah?”

you sigh dramatically but you end up smiling even wider when he gives your cheek a squeeze.

-

HUANG RENJUN !

you reach for a cup on the top shelf, standing on your tippy toes and stretching as far as you could. beofre you could even get close, renjun appears behind you , easily grabbing the cup and placing it in your hands.

“what would you do without me?” he teases, resting his chin on your shoulder

“survive” you reply, turning to glare at him playfully

he scoffed, looping his arm around your waist. “doubt it baby, you’re too small and fragile”

“im not fragile” you argued, but he just hums, clearly he was unconvinced.

“mhm sure , but i would rather not risk my pretty girl struggling” his voice is soft as he titled her chin up. his thumb grazing over your jaw before pressing a lingering kiss to your nose. “besides, it’s cute when you try”

you swat at his chest, but the warmth spreading through you was impossible to ignore.

-

LEE JENO !

jeno watches as you struggle to open a bottle of water, your hands twisted at the cap, but with no success. before you can even consider asking for help, he grabs it from your grasp effortlessly, cracking it open with one hand

“jeno.. baby..” you huffed, reaching for it. “i could’ve done it”

he lifted the bottle higher, out of your reach, a playful smirk on his lips. “mm, but why should i when i can just do it for you baby?”

you pout, the smirk softened as he takes your chin between his fingers. “pretty.. i like taking care of you” he murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to your lips before finally handing the bottle to you. “so let me, okay?”

you take a sip, trying to hide your smile, but he sees right through you.

-

LEE HAECHAN !

your standing in the kitchen, trying to wash the dishes, when haechan suddenly wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you off the ground

“you shouldn’t be doing this sunshine” he whines, carrying you away from the sink and placing you gently on the couch. “my pretty baby doesn’t need to be doing chores”

you cross your arms. “and who’s going to do them then?, you?”

“uh no?, that’s why rich people hire maids for” he says. “and since im not rich, ill do it because i love you”

you blink “wait did you just…?”

“shh” he cuts you off, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before rushing to the kitchen. “no more questions sunshine, just sit here and look pretty for me”

your heart feels like it’s doing somersaults, but you’ll just pretend you didn’t hear the way his voice cracked

-

NA JAEMIN !

you’re in bed half asleep, when you feel jaemin shift beside you. he carefully tucks the blanket around your shoulders, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“nana… where are you going?” you mumble, reaching for his hand before he can move.

jaemin chuckles softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “i was just gonna get some water baby”

you let out a sleepy whine, tugging at his hoodie. “no… stay”

he smiles, lying back down and wrapping his arms around you. “you’re too cute you know that?” his voice is a whisper against your ear warm and comforting.

you nuzzle into his chest as he kisses the top of your head. “okay, okay i’m staying” he murmurs. “not like i’d ever leave my pretty girl alone anyway”

-

ZHONG CHENLE !

you’re running around the house, trying to grab something from the other room, when chenle calls out from the couch. “slow down baby, you’re gonna trip”

“i won-” your foot catches on the rug, and before you know it you’re stumbling forward.

chenle is up in an instant, catching you before you can hit the ground. he steadies you as his hands firm on your waist. “what did i just say baby?” he sighs, shaking his head before pulling you into his arms.

you groan. “okay okay.. you were right”

he smirks, rubbing circles onto your back. “of course i was, my baby is too clumsy for her own good”

you pout up at him, and he kisses your forehead with a chuckle. “from now on just let me do everything baby okay?”

you roll your eyes, but you don’t complain when he picks you up bridal style just to take you back to the couch.

-

PARK JISUNG !

you’re sitting on the floor, playing a video game when jisung suddenly scoots closer and pulls you into his lap.

“jisung baby?” you say, looking at him in confusion.

he wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “just let me hold you for a bit”

your heart melts. “you’re so clingy” you tease, but you lean into him anyway.

“yeah, yeah” he mumbles, tightening his grip. “you’re my baby so deal with it”

you smile, placing your hands over his. “okay but you better not complain when i call you baby back”

he groans, but you catch the way his ears turn pink.

[muntitled]

Condom or No Condom: Dreamy Edition

-' 7dream x afab!reader

-' Which dreamies are wrapping it up

-' cw: +18, mdni, Name calling, Breeding Kink, Coercion, Degradation Kink

Missed Renjun <3

# Mark | No Condom

-a very shy boy at times but his kinks are anything but

- the type to verbalize his interests in different kinks with small actions so you'd really need to pay attention

- Mark would intentionally forget to buy condoms

- Recently he'd be staying inside you longer.

He'd already be easing you out of your clothes, leaving wet kisses along your soft abdomen as you begin to tug on his long brown strands.

You'd already been wet for him a long tine ago, Mark just needed you especially pliant for when he could really start talking his shit, "You know how good you'd look with my baby inside you?" Mark's panting heavily, "Dude, seriously,"

Your hips would stutter upwards without you even meaning to, quickly prompting Mark to undo the drawstring of his sweatpants.

"You like that idea, yeah?"

You'd watch through hazy eyes as Mark pulls his cock just enough to line it up at your entrance. "Want me to hit it raw? Huh, Pretty Girl- fuck-" Just saying those words out loud has his cock twitching eagerly. Mark would be a heaving mess as he presses hich cock into your cunt. The sensation of your bare skin against his would give him brain fog, making him tremble as he kissed against your neck.

"Fuck, I'm gonna breed you, baby-" he'd kiss you again non stop, "Gonna breed my baby..."

# Renjun | Condom

- he can be persuaded into forgoing one but you'd need to construct an incredibly good argument (no you wont)

- the moment the idea falls from your lips, Renjun can't help the desire that runs through his stomach

- still, he'd try to be a good boyfriend. A responsible boyfriend.

"Why are you so scared to fuck me today?" You'd whisper into Renjun's ear, wholly frustrated from this make out sessions that has lasted for way too long. "We're not high schoolers, Ren, why aren't you inside me?"

He'd sigh in frustration as his threw his hand backwards on the pillows scattered around your bed. His hands naturally going to your hips.

"Condoms-" he'd sigh in frustration before peeking up from her palm of his hands

"I forgot to buy more-"

You had continued kissing up the side of his neck. Renjuin shivered when your tongue slithered out to lick a long stripe down his neck. "Thats fine."

His eyes are wide and so incredibly hungry when he swallows and asks. "Thats fine?"

"Thats fine," you'd nod. "Im on birth control-"

"Shit, why didn't you say this sooner-" he'd grumble

# Jeno | No Condom

- As soon as you're dating he'd forgo buying condoms altogether

- he actually thinks it's weird and unnatural not to have raw sex with his girl who's both tested and loyal

- this would also spur on his breeding kink

Jeno's teeth sink into your collarbone as he fucks you roughly against the wall. Like a dog in heat, the sound of your body snapping together is the only thing that fills the entire room.

"Such a pretty slut," he'd muttered through clenched teeth. "You only let me fuck you like this?" He'd have his palms locked around your neck as he watches you wrestle to stay conscious, "You only let me fuck you like this?" He'd repeat, this time with a much firmer voice.

Your lips trmeble as you say, "Only you Nono-"

"Fuck, I'm cumming-" and he would. The thought of you belonging to him being more than enough.

# Haechan | No Condom

- A menace in disguise

- For the better part of the relationship he'd entertain you and your 'we need a condom" narrative

- Boring

- He'd roll his eyes

- Until one day he just stops buying them altogether

- And then he'd throw away the condoms you kept in your house too

- And then he'd throw your birth control pills down the drain

He's whispering the most vile things into your ear as you sat on his lap, legs spread open as his fingers repeatedly stab your cunt.

His voice is low, in the way you like and your eyes are squeezed shut as you picture every filthy thing he's saying to you.

"God, Hyuck-"

"Listen to how wet you are- you want me to stick my cock inside you, huh? You wanna squeeze this tight pussy around Hyuck's cock?

"Fuck I'm, so close,' his thumb circles your clit, "I'm gonna fill you up so good, babe I promise-" you'd be done for, cumming everywhere as your body spasmed around his fingers.

"F-Fuck-"

"Great so we're on the same page then?" He'd ask,

"Huh?" You'd crane your lightheaded-head backwards, watching him with hazy eyes.

"No more condoms? We're on the same page"

"Hyuck when did i-"

"Exhibit a- he'd say, showing you his cum covered fingers glistening with your arousal.

# Jaemin | No Condom

- Jaemin considers himself a perfectly cautious guy. He is reliable and responsible, thank you very much.

- He just didn't really see much need for a condom anymore.

-He's growing tired of pulling out everytime

- He's a romantic

- He needs to feel close to you.

- When you slip up and tell him you're on birth control he's absolutely done for.

- He'd been dreaming about this since you started being intimate.

- since the thought of spurting his cum inside you had been rendering him absolutely feral

"Sorry," Jaemin said, lowering his iPad as he stared at you from across the couch, "What"d you just say?"

"I'm on birth control- hope that's okay-" your eyes would nearly fall out of your sockets as your boyfriend begins stripping right in front of you.

# Chen Le | No Condom

- He's thought about it... of course he's thought about it

- Chenle isn't too open about Sex until it's happening right in front of his eyes

- Only when the environment calls for it, would you even feel comfortable enough suggesting something so lewd

- the thing about that is, although he might not voice all his sexual interests allowed, there will be signs

"Jesus, what the fuck did you say to me?" Chenle had removed his headset, swiveling in his chair to stare at you wide eyed. From your spot on his bed you roll your eyes, as you tap away at your screen. "Oh so you're too busy gaming with your friends whenever i ask anything important. But the second I tell you I wanna feel you inside me, then you can hear me,"

Chenle's hand rushes to adjust the bulge forming in his sweatpants, lest he cums right there. He murmers in mandarin before severing the line as he rests his headsets on the table, fully gaining his attention. "Oh my god you're such a fucking slut-" he smirks as he slowly stands from his gaming chair. You swallowed thickly as he talks towards the bed. The environment being apparently perfect enough for Chenle's mouth to spew whatever it wanted.

"You wanna be my little slut huh? Just mine?"

# Jisung | No Condom

- a very shy boy

- a very perverted boy

- of course he's thought about hitting it raw before

- he's gotten off the the idea of breeding you ever since you became a couple.

- it was be the biggest thing on the forefront of his mind

"Wanna feel you- Jisungie," you were grinding yourself on his lap, prompted by his trembling hands guiding your hips on top of him. Jisung's mind was rotten with all the dirty things he'd dream about doing to you. This being at the top of his list.

"I need you inside mee-" you'd whisper in his ear, prompting him to gasp as his hips stutter upwards into yours. You could feel the size of his bulge underneath his clothes. You could feel the desperation with which he grinded his cock along your crotch, hoping for even the tiniest bit of friction.

"You wanna do me raw, Sungie?"

The second those words leave your mouth, a wet spot begins to form in his pants as he cuts accidently.

"F-Fuck-" he couldn't stop himself.

Despite this, Jisung's cock is still hard.

[diorcities]

  ⠀ ── ୨♡୧⠀ dream when they want to kiss you !

guys... library

jeno. “cute.” just kissing him and pretending to go back to your thing isn't gonna work with him. he already has his arm around your waist and his fingers exerting gentle pressure when he makes you abruptly retrace your steps to collide his mouth with yours. good luck next time.

jaemin. “kiss me again.” dazed, surprised, lethargic. has he imagined it? it happened so fast that he couldn't even take it in, just his cheeks getting hot and his hands going after you when you pull away because he definitely wants it to last longer, and this time, he wants to appreciate the shape of your lips with his.

renjun. aside from the fact that his gaze is fixed on your mouth as you speak, you're pretty sure he's not hearing a single word of what you're saying. he doesn't even hide it. yet you won't stop talking, huh?, maybe he can steal a kiss from you while you scold him that he's not paying attention to you, when the reality is, he can't see past you.

haechan. “c'mere.” can you blame him? he just tries not to lose his composure, now it seems that he hasn't even flinched at all. he lets out a silly giggle. well, you look annoyed, and he can't help but chuckle; you look adorable. a little resistance is no opponent for him; he has that cool face you hate when he kisses you back, and now you know that's how you properly kiss someone.

jisung. “stop playing with me.” he's a fool. and a loser. why does he feel so defenseless with you? the way you grin after makes you look a little evil, are you playing with him? he doesn't know. oh, the big words he wants to pronounce. he just can't. you're not being sincere, are you? if he kisses you again if his hands are wrapped around yours and he puts them on his neck as before, if he brings his lips close to you, will he be able to know? will you know?

chenle. that little act that you play looking like you don't know what he means attracts him even more. you want to kiss him. badly. or maybe for the whole time, he's the one who wants to. he's dying for it. would he tell you? no. would he prove it to you? he honestly hoped that by having you so close you could hear what his heart is trying to say. but since it doesn't seem to be working, then his mouth says so. approaching yours. “kiss me. kiss me a lot.”

mark. “yes?” why do you look at him as if you're expecting something? probably a pretty bad joke he can't even think right now since he's nervous. you lean towards him and kiss his cheek. it would have been enough, don't you think? for the longest time, he's dreamed of this moment. but the more he thinks about it, the more it becomes clear. that it wasn't just his dream all this time, that him leaning over and pressing his mouth against your lips had been yours, always.

[ayukas]

゛7dream as your group-project mates (but they’re all secretly in love with you) ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

7dream who begged your professor to bend the rules. who whined in unison at nine in the morning, a chorus of misbehaving puppies gathered outside her office, hands clasped, eyes wide with practiced desperation, voices syrupy-sweet and way too charming to be sincere.

“technically, we’re seven,” chenle says with a hopeful smile, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“but spiritually, we’re eight,” haechan adds, expression dead serious.

jaemin leans against the doorframe, spinning a pen between his fingers, a practiced charm in the tilt of his grin “c’mon, prof. it’s just one more person. just her.”

because what are seven boys to do without the sun they orbit around? what is a group-project without the girl who makes even silent brainstorming sessions feel like a slow-burn romance film?

the professor sighs, defeated. then, she agrees. seven pairs of eyes light up like kids on christmas morning.

you walk in minutes later, and they all greet you at once—too brightly, too eagerly—like it was fate, and not manipulation, that brought you to them.

haechan who never actually needed help with the slides but still texted,

urgent URGENT need ur help with the slides jisung’s USELESS PLS COME PLS COME PLS COME

you arrive at the campus cafe, laptop in tow, and spot him immediately by the window—sunlight spilling over his skin like honey. you watch as he plays with the straw of his drink, black thick-rimmed glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he huffs, a mess of black curls ruffled from waiting.

he nearly falls out of his chair when he sees you, jumping up and waving both hands like a man overboard spotting land.

“i got you your favourite,” he beams, cheeks dusted pink from excitement. “i remembered.”

and when you ask where the others are, he dodges the question entirely, tripping over his words, trying to change the topic and distracting you by pointing out every flaw in your powerpoint font choices.

eventually, you let it go, and he settles comfortably again, his hand finding yours—brushing, brushing, then finally staying, fingers laced in silent confession. he tugs on a strand of your hair absentmindedly, plays with the edge of your sweater sleeve like he’s memorising the texture.

your voice falters mid-sentence when he reaches up tenderly, tucking your hair behind your ear, fingertips grazing your cheek. from the corner of your eye, you catch his boba eyes staring at you—soft, stunned, like you’re the most beautiful slide he’s ever seen.

mark & jaemin who “forgot” how to work the prototype.

can you come over to ours? prototype’s being weird. we’re stuck :/

you knock on their dorm door, expecting chaos and wires and last-minute stress. instead, you’re greeted by dimmed lights, the soft glow of their projector, and a pillow fort on the couch like something out of a sleepover movie.

the prototype’s nowhere in sight and jaemin throws a blanket over your lap before you can even start to question them. mark hands you a slice of pizza with a sheepish grin, like everything is normal, like they didn’t just lure you here under false pretenses.

“we figured it out already,” mark says, chuckling into his drink.

“but now we need help figuring out which movie to watch,” jaemin adds, head tilted as he scrolls through endless options, pretending to be focused.

you end up squished between them on the couch, warm and drowsy under the blanket. both boys leaning closer and closer everytime they laugh, their shoulders pressing against yours like clockwork.

mark sneaks glances when you’re not looking—eyes soft, almost shy. jaemin doesn’t even bother hiding it, his gaze never once leaving your face, like the movie is just background noise to the real feature.

jeno who volunteers to edit the report with you late at night, even though he has a baseball game the next morning.

he shows up at your dorm with his laptop, some study materials, and a bag of all your favourite snacks. he opens his laptop but barely uses it, too distracted by the way you chew at your pen cap when you’re thinking. the way your brows furrow when you're focused. the way you hum softly to your music as you work.

and when your mug runs empty, he refills it without you having to ask, the rim still warm from his own touch when he hands it back to you.

“how much did you get done?” you ask, stretching.

he blinks. “...one... word...?”

you burst into laughter, head thrown back, and he grins like he’s just hit a walk-off home run.

renjun who pretends to be annoyed when you make a mistake.

he sighs, dramatic and put-upon. “you’re doing it wrong,” he says, leaning over, hand over yours, voice low and slow as he guides you through the steps, his fingers lingering far longer than necessary.

he rolls his eyes when you mispronounce a theory term, but then repeats it in a tone so soft it practically melts into your skin.

he walks you home when meetings run late, pushing the rest of your friends away and pulls you away with him, muttering something about how he doesn’t trust the others with a pretty girl like you.

you thank him and he grumbles like he’s annoyed, but his scarf is already half-wrapped around your neck, and his hand is already reaching for yours.

“safety measure,” he mumbles, ears bright red as he avoids your eyes.

chenle & jisung who studies with you in the library even when they don’t want to.

chenle who groans the entire time about how unfairly high the project’s weightage is, but still shows up early with snacks he knows you like—because “someone has to make sure you’re fed.”

“you better not skip lunch again,” he warns, poking your arm with a prawn chip. his tone is teasing, but there’s concern in the crease of his brows.

jisung who doesn’t say much, but always choosing to sit beside you instead of his best friend. he opens his book to the same page you’re on and mirrors your reading pace, like working next to you helps the words make more sense.

he offers you one side of his earbuds, hand trembling slightly when your fingers brush. and when you call him cute after catching him startled at the contact, he turns red from collar to ears—denying it immediately, but unable to stop smiling for the next hour.

7dream who, when the project is submitted, are somehow outside your professor’s office again.

not for an extension, not for a grade bump, but to beg, again—politely, desperately—to stay together as a group for the next group-project too.

“we just work really well together,” mark says, a little too quickly.

“yeah,” jeno chimes in, nodding. “great chemistry.”

you glance at them, half-suspicious with the way they’re all grinning so much.

when you leave for your next class, jisung whispers, “i think i’m gonna confess to her after finals.”

“what? no way!” renjun hisses, “i was gonna ask her out!”

“over my dead body,” jaemin hums, already daydreaming about his confession strategy. should he buy you chocolates or flowers? both?

because 7dream may be your classmates, your groupmates, your friends—but they’ve also each written essays stitched onto their hearts. long, rambling, hopelessly romantic essays, each sentence spelling,

i like you, and i hope you never notice how obvious it is.

notes i know i said i was on a mini hiatus but my final-year project is Stressing me out Bad and im in a Rough patch with my groupmates (MY LEADER... BOO...) so i decided to write this to comfort myself #selfindulgent #idgaf #saveayukas did u guys miss me... i missed being on here hahahsh 😿✌️

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[eliasoir]

┈─★ PHONE CALLS , VOICEMAILS

⚹︎⠀⠀ .nct dream ! ꒰ 𝓽he dreamies when someone calls during your time alone . . .

bf!dream x f!reader

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝖬𝖣𝖭𝖨 ⠀⠀⠀───⠀⠀⠀ pinv sex, no mentioned protection ( wrap it up guys ), teasing, oral (m. & f. rec), cursing, handjob. 𝘄𝗰 1.2k

elia’s notes: any ideas for fics pls send them my way !!

mark.

he had you pinned beneath him, hips rolling slow and curling just right between your thighs. his pace lazy but oh, so deep. your legs are thrown over his shoulders, and his forehead is pressed against yours, plump lips brushing yours with every breath.

his phone starts ringing on the nightstand. the buzz vibrating through the quiet room, persistently. he lifts his head, eyes glancing to it. “shit,” he mutters, pausing the movements of his hips just slightly.

“don’t,” you breathe, fingers clinging to his damp and flushed skin. “don’t stop, mark, please—” he lets out a breathy laugh and dips his head to kiss your jaw. “you want me to keep going, baby?”

you nod, desperate. “yes—just ignore it.”

“thought so.” he picks up his pace again, hips snapping forward harder. “they can wait. you can’t.” you swear he’s thrusting deeper now. rougher and unforgiving, the sound of the slick between your thighs filling the room as the phone keeps ringing.

“let’s let ‘em wonder, hm?” he groans. “let ‘em fucking wonder what’s got me so busy i can’t answer.”

renjun.

renjun was laid out under you, one hand stroking your thigh and other in your waist as you ride him slowly, letting him watch the way you take every inch of him. his lips are parted, eyes half-lidded, breath warm against your bare chest. then your phone starts buzzing, lighting up right next to you.

his eyes flick to it. “your phone.” your hips falter slightly, biting your lip. “should i get it?”

his hand slides up your waist, grabbing it firmly. “no.” renjun swore that everyone was trying to keep you from him all day. he would damned if this phone call was the reason your attention was somewhere else.

he keeps his eyes locked on you as he simply reaches over and declines the call. doesn’t even look to see who it was, and it ends with a quiet beep. “problem solved.”

his voice drops as he ruts his hips up into you suddenly. “you’re not going anywhere.”

you gasp, hands immediately clinging to his chest. “jun—”

“you think i’ll let someone interrupt this?” he huffs, fucking up into you harder now. almost impatient. “finish what you started.”

jeno.

you were bent over the ( just cleaned ) kitchen counter, cheek pressed to the cool surface as jeno drove into you from behind, harsh but deeply. he’s got one hand wrapped around to your lower stomach and the other on your lower back, keeping you still as he thrusts into you. and now, into that spot that makes your knees buckle in the best way.

his phone rings on the table just a bit behind you two. “hold still,” he husks, pulling out just enough to reach it, and to make you whimper, then plunges back in.

“hello?” you hear him speak into the phone.

your eyes widen. “jeno—what the hell—?”

he presses a hand over your mouth. “mm-hm. yeah. well, i’m kinda…busy right now.” you moan against his palm as he keeps thrusting, painfully slower now, almost taunting you.

“nah, i’ll call you back,” he says calmly, letting his eyes roam hungrily over you. “don’t wait up.”

he ends the call and tosses the phone aside, grabbing and pulling your hips back against him. “now where were we?”

haechan.

from a night that was supposed to be nothing but cuddling and movie marathons, haechan always found a way to get what he wanted. which was him on his stomach between your legs, tongue and lips working you open like he hadn’t eaten all day.

then, interrupting your blissful state, your phone starts ringing somewhere on the bed near your head.

haechan pauses, lips slick, nose and chin glistening. he blinks up at you. “uh-oh. someone’s calling.” you reach out for it blindly. “don’t—don’t answer it—”

he just grins and snatches the phone before you can grab it. “ooh, should we say hi?”

“hyuck, please—don’t—”

he presses speaker, sets the phone beside your head, and goes right back in, tongue flicking your clit while he listens for the voice on the other end.

“hello?” your back arches, one hand flying to cover your mouth as you try not to let a single sound slip out. “can’t talk right now,” he says innocently, lifting his head just enough to speak. “she’s a little…preoccupied.”

you whimper, and he leans up to lay open-mouthed kissws to your neck, keeping the phone between you. “say hi, baby.” his voice dripping sweetness, despite the sheer dirtiness of it all.

jaemin.

jaemin was holding you close from behind, buried deep inside you, his hips rolling in loving, torturous thrusts. your body’s pressed tight to his, one hand around your waist, the other snaked down between your thighs, drawing slow, small circles over your clit.

then, of course just to remind you of reality, his phone starts ringing somewhere behind him.

you both go still.

he lets out a low sigh and nuzzles further into your neck. “ignore it.”

“what if it’s important?” you asked, voice small.

he thrusts in again, deeper this time. “this is important.” your breath catches, and he grins against your skin.

“stay right here. let them call. let them leave a voicemail. i’m not worried about that right now.”

and just like that, you both fell back into your bubble of bliss.

chenle.

chenle was already late for work, but he just couldn’t leave without having you once. he’s standing between your legs, hands under your thighs as he fucks into you with messy, uneven thrusts. your ass is on the bathroom counter, head tipped back, with his teeth marking your neck.

your phone lights up in the sink next to you. “ugh,” you groan, but it comes out as more of a moan. “my phone—”

he looks over, sees the name, and laughs. “you’re not answering that.”

“but—” before you can finish, he picks it up and tosses it out into the hallway, where it hits the carpet with a soft thud.

“don’t have time,” he grins. “no distractions.”

“chenle!”

he smirks and pulls your hips to the edge of the counter, slamming into you even harder. “what? you want me to go get it?”

“fuck, no—don’t stop.”

“yeah, that’s what i thought.”

jisung.

his head was tipped back resting against the couch, legs spread wide, lips parted in a dazed little ‘oh’ as your hand worked his dick slow and steady. your tongue swipes teasingly along the tip, just enough to make his legs twitch.

he’s whining already, voice high. “b-baby—please—”

then your phone starts ringing on the coffee table, but you don’t even flinch. instead, you reach for it with a small smirk and hold it up to his ear with your clean hand. “answer it.”

his eyes go wide, tilting his head down to look at you. “w-what?”

you swirl your tongue over the head of his dick, then squeeze the base of him. “i said answer it.”

he fumbles to hit accept, failing hold back a broken moan. he answered after trying to clear his throat, breath shaky. “h-hello?”

you stroke him faster now, thumb sliding over him, and he nearly chokes on air trying to stay quiet.

“mm,” you hum, licking him slow, eyes on his face. “you’re doing so good, ji. talk to them for me.”

[jenomi]

jaemin would be the type of bf that would be soo pissed if he found out you skipped lunch or something. he literally learned how to say it in english.. like it's that serious for him.

if you sheepishly tell him you skipped lunch, his entire body language would change. like if your head is on his shoulder, he would move away so it wasn't anymore.

"why?" "what do you mean you skipped lunch?" "no, this is unacceptable."

it's honestly a bit of an overreaction, but he really does mean well. he would immediately get up and make you something to eat in your shared kitchen (or order you take out if he wasn't physically with you), even after you insist it's okay.

jaemin's brows are creased together as he makes you ramen or something quick, even though he wishes he could feed you a 5 course meal right now - he just needs to get you to eat something.

you know he's genuinely upset, so you opt to apologizing, telling him thank you, that you don't know what you'd do without him, and that you love him.

"don't apologize, it's just not healthy for you. i want you to eat something even if you're busy," he kisses the top of your head, "i want my princess to be happy and healthy."

you smile at him and wrap yourself around him as he finishes whatever he's cooking/making. you sit down at your dining table as jaemin watches you devour his food (best chef ever actually) and makes sure you finish everything, like even the crumbs. he'll point at the stuff you missed, and you'll roll your eyes before eating it anyway 😣

[200mark]

⌗ things i think the dreamies would want in a relationship

SCENE .. the dreamies all want love in different ways

꒰ DETAILS ꒱ boyfriend!dream & fem!rea ⋮ ♯ file 002. established relationship, scenarios && fluff ᵔⰙᵔ

♡ entry .. my random thoughts at 2am cause apparently that’s when my brain processes things, please keep in mind this isn’t what they actually may want it’s just my thoughts! also please excuse any errors it’s 2am..

more of nct dream

MARK LEE : consistency

boyfriend!mark who loves nothing more than your affection, but loves his space when he asks for it.

boyfriend!mark who loves when he makes plans and you show up for them.

boyfriend!mark who loves when you give him your full attention whenever he’s talking and or showing you something and you give him a genuine reaction.

boyfriend!mark who appreciates everything you do for him from showing interest in his interest to cooking his favorite meals.

HUANG RENJUN : boundaries

boyfriend!renjun who is grateful that you don’t push him to do things he doesn’t want to do.

boyfriend!renjun who likes when you ask for his permission before you try something new during sex.

boyfriend!renjun who asks for space and time to thing after a disagreement, he’ll talk to you he just wants to sort out his thoughts.

boyfriend!renjun who doesn’t mind lending you his stuff to use but he would also like to get it back the same way he gave it to you.

LEE JENO : sending him photos

boyfriend!jeno who loves waking up to photo of his beautiful girlfriend.

boyfriend!jeno who after a long day would love nothing more than to see your face.

boyfriend!jeno who likes when you send him a photo of your outfit of that day or just in general even if you didn’t leave the bed.

boyfriend!jeno who enjoys when you send him a mini vlog of you doing whatever you’re doing doesn’t matter if you’re just making a coffee.

LEE DONG HYUCK : random compliments

boyfriend!haechan who loves when you call pretty and or handsome.

boyfriend!haechan who gets shy when you compliment his haircuts, he also loves when you running your hands through his hair.

boyfriend!haechan who loves loves loves when you tell him he smells good especially after he showers (it’s because he used your shampoo)

boyfriend!haechan who decided to switch up his clothing style to see how’d you like it cause he enjoyed how he looked in it.

NA JAEMIN : communication

boyfriend!jaemin who doesn’t raise his voice at you when you two have a disagreement and let you just say what you have to say.

boyfriend!jaemin who validates your feeling’s never making you feel like your feeling’s are invalid.

boyfriend!jaemin who tells you to use your words whenever he does anything that makes you upset instead of you just ignoring him.

boyfriend!jaemin who asks you to talk before going to bed so that you’ll both be on the same page when you wake up.

ZHONG CHENLE : non-sexual intimacy

boyfriend!chenle who wants to cuddle you all the time regardless of the time place or day.

boyfriend!chenle who loves telling you how much he loves and needs you.

boyfriend!chenle who holds your hand whenever you’re both out in public, squeezing your hand in a reassuring way.

boyfriend!chenle who loves hearing about your day good or bad, he just loves hearing you talk he just loves giving you his attention.

PARK JISUNG : noticing/remembering small details

boyfriend!jisung who was shocked when you bought him his favorite candy after telling you that night he was craving it.

boyfriend!jisung who didn’t think you’d notice that he cut just a few inches off his hair.

boyfriend!jisung who said that he wanted to try a food that you thought he hated, but turns out he just never tried it but he loved that you remembered that.

boyfriend!jisung who let’s you give him hugs from the back cause those are his favorite.

[justalildumpling]

chapter 6: backburner

masterlist || previous | next

pairing: jaemin x reader

synopsis: after the messy end to your relations with jaemin, it seemed like you were the only one unable to move on from your past. but with a few slip ups in between the planning of his wedding, you realised that maybe he too stayed right where you’d left him

warnings: none??

note: listening to backburner as we speak🤕💔

[klimtjardin]

Isso é tããão Jaemin coded:

[lulujeno]

finding out you sleep with a plushie

— nct dream ᡣ𐭩

cw : none! 100% fluff ^^

a/n : my tumblr debut yay! tried to make it as gender neutral as possible so i hope you enjoyyy

mark:

came home late from practice and found you sleeping on the couch with a winnie-the-pooh plushie tucked under your arms

first time seeing you sleep with the plushie despite knowing that you can't sleep without it

takes note of it for future occurrences

going on a flight? road trip? staying at your friends place? he will for sure remind you about the plush

when you forget the plushie at his place he will have it sitting on his bed against a pillow (sometimes 'reading' one of his books)

every time he sees winnie-the-pooh now he will take a quick pic of it to send to you

"yooooo why this lowkey looks like you"

doesn't forget to remind you that you're cuter tho

poor markie was so panicked when he couldn't find the plush after you texted him that you left it at his place

had a whole apology written down knowing how precious it was since its your childhood plushie

promised to buy you the exact same one and is basically crying now because he knows that it won't be able to replace the one you had

luckily he found it under his bed so we're all good!

renjun:

you were taking a nap on his bed when he saw you hugging a duck plushie

takes a quick pic for memories sake (and to tease you about it in the near future)

since then his little notes for you include a small duck doodle on it

"left early for practice 𓅭" "leftovers are in the fridge 𓅿" "goodluck for the interview today 𓅹"

when he's overseas for schedules he'll find something with ducks on it to give to you as a little souvenir

kisses both you and the duck when he sees you asleep after a long day (it calms him down)

would ask who's cuter, him or duckie?

you jokingly say duckie which causes him to nag to your plushie about stealing his partner

ducks are now his new favourite thing to draw (lyric sheets are his no. 1 victim)

when you couldn't find the plush he offers himself as something for you to cuddle with

resulted in him getting smacked and proceeding to help you find the duck

gets sulky after, saying that hes better at cuddling than the "piece of fluff"

you coo at his jealousy over a stuffed toy and cuddle the both of them

jeno:

he arrived at your place a little later than usual and sees you tucked in with a black bunny

he coos at how adorable the sight is and takes a picture to set as one of his many lockscreens of you

noticed that its the bunny he bought for you before he went on tour for tds2

"if you miss me just cuddle the bunny okay? he has black hair like me so it wouldnt be that much of a difference"

obviously cuddling a grown man and a 31cm plushie is different but what can you do when he's halfway across the globe?

also the type to kiss you and your bunny goodnight

caught him doing it one day and now try to stay awake long enough to catch him doing it again

you fail to do so since his schedules always end soooo late f u sm!!

would give your bunny a wash once every few months since the bunny is a representation of him and he takes personal hygiene very seriously! (his words, not yours)

the bunny would have a new ribbon tied to its ears, depending on what colour his hair is this time (always praying for the pink or white ribbon to come back one day)

gets jealous that you cuddle the bunny more than him

you'd get back at him saying that he's the one that bought the bunny

haechan:

could not shut up when he realised that the plushie you couldn't sleep without was a brown bear

teases you to no end because everyone knows the he is the og brown bear

he finds it too cute that you need a mini him to sleep

"awwwh, you're so in love with me that your plushie is basically me"

you tell him that its just a basic bear, theres no deeper meaning to it

you did buy it because it looks like him but he can't know that! the teases will be insufferable

doesn't care if it had another name before hand because it is now haechan jr.

if he sees the plush on the floor he'll pick it up and tuck it under your arms

the type to tell the little guy to take care of you in your sleep

you'd buy a mini version for him to bring around for schedules and tours

gives you updates about mini haechan jr. every second

practice room? recording studio? m/v shoot? fansign? filming 7llin? you will be getting updates!! not missing a single one

would post haechan jr. and mini haechan jr. on his instagram as a soft launch

it's a little too soft but its okay since you both want to keep it on the downlow anyways

jaemin:

found you sleeping one night with a pink bunny hidden under the blanket next to you

was cooing at how cute the sight was

also one to take pics because that's his partner!! why wouldn't he?

had to hold himself back from pinching your cheeks and opted to pat your head instead

will ask about it the next time he sees you and wont stop telling you how cute you are

you left it at his place once and suddenly theres a ribbon on your bunny's ears (i wonder who added it)

caught him having a full on conversation with your bunny a few times damn your bf is weird

basically treats the bunny like his child at this point

will remind you to bring your bunny when going on overnight trips with him

will not stop taking pictures of the bunny (he has a whole file for it on his phone btw)

"aigoooo look how adorable she is"

"awww both my babies look so cute I have to take a pic"

also one to send you pics of things with bunnies on it when on tour, buys it for you too sometimes

his cats loves bitting everything, including your bunny

makes sure that its as far away from luna, lucy, and luke after he caught them trying to bite on it

you're now 100x cuter in his eyes and he wont shut up about it

chenle:

slightly smiled to himself when saw you bring a dumbo plushie the first time you slept over at his face

he bought it so of course you'll be sleeping with it

why dumbo? because he has big ears and you're nosy as hell (his words btw)

you got sulky when you heard the reason and he corrected himself and said that it was because he was a yapper and you're the listener instead

starts calling you dumbo and the plushie dumbo jr. instead

would also ask to pick between him and the plushie

got so offended when you picked dumbo

"i am THE zhong chenle, who wouldn't choose me?"

would replace the plushie with himself after you sleep since he's petty like that, he wouldn't let a stuffed toy win over him

but would also put dumbo in between your arms if he wakes up first in the morning (it's to keep you company while he's cooking breakfast)

sends you pics of daegal and dumbo together like a proud dad

he's still chenle though so dont expect your plushie to get the same dad treatment as jaemin

the type to get you more dumbo related items since dumbo is the only plushie you sleep with

jisung:

his heart melted at the sight of you sleeping on the couch with a hamster plushie squished against your cheeks

if that man wasn't a simp for you already then he is now

needs a few seconds to just admire how cute you were for faling asleep while trying to wait for him to end his schedules

he's not one to bring it up directly, but that doesn't mean he won't tease you about it from time to time

probably annoys the members (read: chenle) about how adorable his partner is when cuddled up with a plush version of him

he's so down bad but you can't blame him for being in love

took him a few nights to realise that its the plushie he bought for you when you visited him during smtown live in tokyo

got so shy and couldn't contain his smile when he realised it

would ask you if you've given the hamster a name yet and when you said you haven't he suggested 'hamster'

you don't have the heart to tell him how corny it is so you agree to it

you both are down bad!!!!

if he sees the hamster on the floor he'll dust off any possible dust before tucking it under your arms again

takes a picture to make it last longer

you leave the plush at his place on accident once

send you a message saying that he can't believe you just forgot your son like that

takes a pic of him cuddling the hamster to show that he is being taken care of no ones focusing on the doll when his hands are right there