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seokgyuu · 1 year ago

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There is nothing worse than wanting what isn't yours. Sunghoon is your roommates boyfriend. He is also the one thing occupying your mind ever since you first laid eyes on him. And never would you have guessed that the feeling is mutual.

Pairing: Sunghoon x Fem!Reader (minor Jake x Fem!Reader)

Contents: Cheating!! I don't condone cheating in real life, but decided to have this be the main theme of this story, work of fiction!! be warned!, jake plays a big part, calls reader pretty girl, roommate is named yeri but pls don't picture rv yeri thats my baby ok? SMUT! MDNI

Smut Warnings: making out, dirty talk, usage of the words "sweetheart, "baby", "princess", "good girl", fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it friends), creampie

wc: 3.7k

a/n: i know i said my first ever enha fic would be the heejayhoon fic but... here we are now. sunghoon has been on my mind too much and he needed to be let out, ok!! pls don't cheat on your partner ok, sunghoon is not doing things correctly here but oh well, what can we do. thanks for reading <3

It’s not fair, you think. How she gets to sit on his lap, how she gets to run her fingers through his hair. How right now his hands are on her hips and how he holds her so close to his body, his eyes following her every word. You wish you could tell him. How she has been seeing this other guy behind his back. Nothing physical, you think, but still. You wish you could go up and tell him she’s not being entirely faithful. But you can’t. It’s not fair.

She says something and he laughs and you finally turn away to grab the drink Jungwon has poured you ages ago. He is too busy talking to a girl you don’t know to notice you haven’t even taken the cup. You bring it to your lips, letting all of its contents run down your throat in one go. Maybe getting drunk is the only way you’ll survive this stupid ass party you didn’t even want to host in the first place.

“Slow down, pretty girl,” you suddenly hear a voice next to you and you almost choke. It’s Jake Sim, his best friend.

“What?” You put the cup back down and look at him with one brow raised. Jake chuckles, pushing a hand through his soft looking black hair.

“There is enough alcohol for everyone, no need to drown it all in one go.”

“Maybe I want to.” You challenge him with your eyes and he takes the hint, smirking as he grabs the bottle of vodka that's standing on the counter.

“I got you, pretty girl.”

Talking to Jake is fun. He is fun. He is also handsy. After five minutes of talking, he has his hand on your thigh, looking at you attentively as you tell him some story about you in middle school. You’re feeling hot all over, but it’s not because of Jake or his hand or the way he looks at you. It’s because of how he is looking over.

Park Sunghoon. Still with your horrible roommate on his lap, with his hands still on her waist, with her mouth so close to his ear you’re sure she’s saying the dirtiest things to him right now. But he is looking at you.

“How do you know Yeri?” Jake asks then, bringing you back.

“She’s my roommate,” you explain and take a sip from the drink Jake mixed for you earlier. His eyebrows shoot up.

“Oh! You are her roommate!” He grins, “I knew you looked familiar.”

“I did?” You wouldn’t have bet on Jake knowing who you are as much as you wouldn’t have bet on Sunghoon visibly being bothered by you talking to his best friend.

“Yeah. Sunghoon mentioned you before. Showed me your insta.” You can’t hide the surprise on your face.

“He did?” Jake chuckles again, leaning forward, his mouth almost as close to your ear as Yeri’s to Sunghoon’s.

“He mentioned you’re not that talkative. He also mentioned you like to look at him. And you know what I think? He enjoys it when you do.”

You hate your treacherous heart for beginning to beat quicker. Why would Jake say that? Wasn’t he hitting on you? Mentioning what Sunghoon liked or didn’t like - wasn’t this… counterproductive?

“Why- why would you tell me this?” You finally ask back, looking at Jake with wide eyes.

“Because,” he begins to explain, his hand wandering further up your thigh, making you gasp, “because I know that he likes looking at you, too. And I never liked Yeri. You seem much nicer than her.”

His breath is still hitting your neck. His touch is soft and while it should probably feel more sensual, it doesn’t. You realize his plan, realize that he is doing this because he knows Sunghoon is watching and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“If you let me kiss you now, he will for sure come find you later.”

In retrospect - maybe it was a bit naive of you to just let him kiss you. Or well, for you to kiss him as a response. He could have played with you, could have used the knowledge that you wanted Sunghoon to his benefit. Something about him, though, made you feel like you could trust him.

Jake is a good kisser. He knows where to put his hands and how to suck on your tongue in a way that doesn't feel like too much. He knows how to turn his head and how to make you crave more, knows exactly how to make it look believable - so believable, Sunghoon can’t concentrate on Yeri on his lap anymore, on how she kisses his neck and whispers things into his ear he’d normally eat up, things he would normally be excited to hear.

It’s not fair, he thinks. He’s not being fair. This has been going on for way too long. At this point he should just break up with Yeri as he had planned months ago. But he’s just a weak man and Yeri knows him too well. She’s not a good girlfriend and he’s not a good boyfriend, but never would he ever cheat on her. Or so he would like to think. Because right now? Looking at you on the other side of the room, your hands buried in Jake’s hair and his hand on your thigh, so far up it’s almost underneath your god forsaken skirt - he wants nothing more than to drag you into your bedroom and show you he’s better than Jake.

The thought scares him enough to stop Yeri in her motion and excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

“Wanna meet me in my room in five?” Yeri giggles in his ear when she’s off his lap and Sunghoon tightens his jaw.

“I think you should entertain your guests a little more before you leave to your bedroom.”

Yeri pouts up at him when he gets up.

“But Hoonie…,” he knows her antics, he knows them well enough, probably better than anyone. What normally would have worked right away, doesn’t this time. He shakes his head and just walks off, making a pit-stop in the kitchen to get some more alcohol in his system to survive the night.

Sunghoon knew it was bad, he was bad, when he walked into you in nothing but a short towel wrapped around your body two months ago. It had been totally out of his control - the way his body reacted to see you in your almost naked form, water dripping from your hair onto your shoulder, over your collarbone and down your chest. You suddenly became so much more than before. He had found you cute before. Cute and funny and nice. Never had he seen you as anything but his girlfriend’s roommate. You and Yeri weren’t even really friends, more like in need of each other. Yeri’s old roommate had moved in with her girlfriend and so the room became vacant. You were the first one to apply and stayed. This had been six months ago.

And now? Now Sunghoon feels more drawn to you than he had ever felt to Yeri and it drives him crazy. That is why he is drowning two shots of tequila in the kitchen with Jay and Jungwon and that is why he practically hides behind the door frame to watch you and Jake make out. He knows it’s not fair to be jealous. He also knows he probably shouldn’t watch the way Jake is kissing you, the way you are kissing Jake, because all it does is make his body burn.

He finds himself wondering what you taste like. If you like the way Jake tastes. He’s pathetic. Pathetic and a horrible boyfriend. Sighing, he finally moves to the bathroom, glad to see there is only a small line he has to wait in. Crossing his arms, he leans against the wall, trying to forget the visual of you and Jake but failing miserably. Maybe he should have told Yeri to meet him in her bedroom after all. He could have taken his pathetic jealousy out on her. Just fuck her until he forgot. Imagine it was you instead.

“Jesus, look at those two,” a voice rips Sunghoon out of his thoughts and he turns his head - immediately regretting his decision.

It’s Jake and you and he has you pushed against the wall right next to the kitchen, kissing you hard and you kiss him back, hands on his nape and Sunghoon feels like the universe is out to get him tonight. Why the fuck would you follow him outside? Why couldn’t you have stayed in the living room, why-

He stands up straight again.

You followed him outside. You are making sure he sees you.

Sunghoon doesn’t have a coherent thought left in his brain. His legs carry him to you and Jake, squeezing through people he doesn’t know and then he is right there, his hand landing on Jake’s shoulder, squeezing hard.

“Heeseung is looking for you.” He says with a blank face and Jake parts from you, needing a few seconds to realize what’s going on. The moment he recognizes Sunghoon, he has to try really hard to suppress a smug smile.

“And that can’t wait? Kinda busy here, mate,” Jake raises his brows. Sunghoon’s jaw tightens once more.

“No. Said it was urgent. Better look for him.”

The apartment isn’t that big. There is a kitchen that’s separate from the living room that does house a good number of people. Jake has just seen Heeseung there. Talking to some red-head and most definitely not looking for him. Grinning after all, Jake nods and turns his head to wink at you quickly before finally taking off.

“So,” Sunghoon starts, eyes traveling from the back of Jake’s head to you, “Jake, huh?”

There is no chance in hell you can respond to him. In all honesty, you hadn’t really believed Jake’s plan would work out. Sunghoon getting jealous and stopping you from making out? When Yeri is right there? It seemed absurd. Apparently, though, it wasn’t.

The surprise on your face is clear as day and Sunghoon scoffs, shaking his head.

“Is this how you want to get my attention, sweetheart? By making out with my best friend?”

Sweetheart.

“I- I didn’t-,” it’s no use. Both of you know exactly why you had kissed Jake, why you had followed him into the hallway.

“You didn’t, hm? Didn’t mean to kiss Jake? Didn’t kiss him just to make me jealous? Or what?”

He’s so close to you now. Too close, if you think about it. What if someone sees you? Sees your roommate's boyfriend this close to you at her own party?

“Sunghoon, I really don’t-,” you try again, but this time Sunghoon’s hands grab your waist as he pushes himself closer to you, your breath hatching in your throat.

“Don’t lie to me, princess. I can see it in your eyes. Fuck, I can see it in your eyes everytime I’m around. You want me, just admit it.”

Your skin is burning where he is touching you. His eyes are staring into yours and you wish with all of your being he wasn’t who he was.

“I can’t. I- I don’t want you, Sunghoon, you’re not mine to want.”

Your words reach his ears but they don’t make sense even though they should. Looking around, Sunghoon grabs your wrist and drags you to your bedroom, holding out his hand.

“Keys, I know you locked it.”

You stare up at him, lips trembling, knowing better than to give in.

“Sunghoon-,”

“Give me the keys, Y/N.”

The way he says your name has your knees growing weak. Swallowing, you let your hand slip into the pocket of your sweater, handing the waiting man what he had asked for.

Without a word Sunghoon unlocks and opens the door, pulling you inside behind him, hoping to god no one paid you any mind. Once the door behind you shuts, you feel your back hit it, feel Sunghoon’s breath on your face, his hands back on your hips, the look in his eyes wild and angry and so full of want it almost causes you to whimper.

“Do you want me to be yours to want?” He asks with a raspy voice and his fingers dig into your flesh.

“Does it matter?” You reply quietly.

“If it didn’t I wouldn’t ask you, sweetheart.”

“Stop calling me that.” You immediately say, your thighs pressing together traitorously. Sunghoon catches your movement and he lets out a breath.

“Why? You like it?”

He is so close to you. So fucking close. You could count every single mole and freckle on his face if only you had the strength to look at him for longer than two seconds.

“Sunghoon, please. Y-You’re Yeri’s boyfriend.”

“That doesn’t stop you from staring at me whenever I’m here, does it?” It’s wrong. He knows it and so do you, but it just feels too good. His hand moves from your waist down, sliding in between your thighs to part them. You gasp, eyes widening when you feel his fingers trailing up your thigh.

“I- I am not- I would never, Sunghoon!”

It’s a light touch, but it’s right there on that one sensitive spot on your inner thigh. Sunghoon bathes in the way you look, the way your breath hitches when he touches you.

“Yeah? What was that, baby?”

“‘Am not staring at you!” You try to shoot daggers at him through your eyes, but all that reaches him are silent pleas to touch you more.

“Is that right?” Sunghoon leans forward, his free hand now cupping your cheek, thumb softly caressing your face.

“Not staring at me, hm? Not wishing it was you on my lap instead of Yeri, no?”

“No! Of course not, I-,” you gasp again when he moves his hand further up.

“Stop lying to me, baby. Please, I need you to be honest, need you to tell me how much you want me.”

His voice is deep and his begging almost brings you to your knees. While the rational part of you tells you to push him away, the irrational part tells you to stay right where you are.

“I- what about Yeri, Sunghoon?” Your hands find place on his chest and he bites down on his lip, softly shaking his head.

“I’ll break up with her. I promise, princess. I just need you to tell me exactly what’s on your mind, please?”

I’ll break up with her, the words echo in your head over and over. You should think about this more, you know you should. And yet…

“You- You are, Hoon, you are always on my mind.”

“Fuck, princess, tell me more. What am I doing in your mind?” His nose touches yours and the hand that was on your cheek moves down to your neck, a shiver running down your spine.

“Doing everything you do to her… to me.”

“Keep going.” His instructions are clear, but with the way his hand has now reached your throbbing core, with how his fingers glide over your soaked panties, feeling just how fucking wet you are for him, you don’t even know how to say your own name.

“You kiss me, not her. You… touch me, not her.” The words stumble out of your mouth and Sunghoon breathes them in, his cock hard against his jeans as he lets his fingers push your panties to the side, feeling your warm and soft folds right then against his skin. He groans, head falling onto your shoulder.

“Shit, you’re so wet, baby, fuck.”

You whimper when he finds your clit with his thumb and you would have landed on the floor, if his arm hadn’t wrapped around you just then.

“Sunghoon…,” you breathe out, but he just shakes his head, kissing the side of your neck.

“Am I touching you like this in your mind, baby? Am I making you this wet?”

As if to accompany his words, he pushes one finger into you and you cry out, hands fisting the material of his shirt.

“G-god, yes, just- just like this, Hoon.”

He’s dizzy, you are making him dizzy. Your smell and the way you feel around his finger, your voice dripping in pure lust, it’s about to drive him fucking insane.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbles before finally kissing you, his lips devouring you like starved man, a moan escaping and landing in your mouth. Every bit of composure that might have been there a second ago is now gone. Your arms wrap around his neck as he continues pushing his finger in and out of you, your small whimpers getting caught by his busy lips.

Sunghoon thinks you’re like a drug. Now that he’s got a taste, he can’t stop, he can’t get enough. He licks into your mouth to taste more of you, pushes another finger into your sopping pussy to prep you for his cock that is aching behind his pants. There isn’t much time, he knows someone will notice if he’s gone too long.

“Been dreaming of this, Hoon, need you so, so bad.”

Your whispered words are like a prayer to Sunghoon. He moans against your lips and wraps both of his arms around you now, your cunt feeling so empty without him all of a sudden. You cry out when he puts you down on your bed and kisses you again, his hands busy getting your panties off your body, leaving your pussy bare for him to dive back into with his fingers.

He kisses you again, his tongue circling around yours, his lips hot and red and perfect against your own. Nimble fingers slip underneath his shirt, caressing his soft skin as your hips move against him, his fingers even deeper inside of you at this angle. You whine into his mouth and Sunghoon bites down on your bottom lip.

“Gotta have you, baby, gotta fuck you, yeah?”

“Yes, please.”

He rids himself of his jeans and boxers, pushing them down enough for his cock to spring free, his eyes taking in your body, your face, the way you look wanting him. How many nights had he wished it was you underneath him? Cursing under his breath, he pushes you further up the bed, your head landing on the pillow behind you, gaze wide as you watch him lean forward, his soft brown hair falling into his face. He doesn’t waste any time, pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up with you, easily slipping into your wet heat.

“Kiss me.” You whisper and Sunghoon’s eyes fly open, sinking into your further as he leans forward, his lips catching yours in a sensual kiss. Your legs almost automatically wrap around his waist, helping him to completely sink into you. Moans are exchanged between the two of you and your fingers grab Sunghoon’s hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss his neck. He hisses, hips beginning to thrust into you, your tongue lapping at his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect around me, sweetheart. Never had a pussy better than this.”

He grabs your hand and pins it over your head, eyes wild as he stares down at you, his hips beginning to move mercilessly, cock hitting you right where you need him to. It takes everything in you not to scream for him, your eyes rolling back and your back arching, wanting more of him, wanting all of him.

“Hoon, am already close,” you admit with your face hot and Sunghoon moans once again, letting his head fall down, back between your shoulder and neck, kissing your skin.

“Yes, baby, want you to cum on my cock.”

It’s true. He doesn’t think he has ever wanted something as much as this. His words are like a spell, your pussy clenching over and over again as your orgasm erupts you, making you cry out in pleasure, your hands flying to the his back, hips moving rapidly against him, basically fucking yourself on his cock through your orgasm and Sunghoon feels like he is about to pass out.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me, fuck.”

He kisses you again, lust and want mixed with desperation as he continues to chase his high, twitching inside of you, your walls tight and warm around his hard cock. If he could, he would fuck you for another six hours, but he knows tonight is not the night for that. Fuck, he’s gonna need to get you a new apartment, he needs to get you as far away from Yeri as he possibly can.

“Want you to cum in me, Sunghoon, please, make me yours, fill me up, please.”

Black and white dots appear in front of his eyes when you whisper these words in his ear and he can’t do anything but have your wish be his command. He curses your name once, twice - then he cums, thick stripes of white filling your awaiting pussy, the feeling of being filled by him getting you over the edge a second time. You can’t help the loud moan this time, can’t help clawing your fingers into his skin underneath his shirt. He rides out his orgasm and your legs fall off his waist, overstimulation hitting you and making you whine, Hoon kissing your neck and your cheek and finally your lips as he pulls out, quick to part from you again to look at how pretty your pussy looks filled with his release.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I could look at this forever,” he mumbles, sinking down to push two fingers inside you, stuffing his cum back in. You gasp in surprise.

“Park Sunghoon!”

He laughs, looking up at you with his bangs hanging in his face.

“Need to make sure it stays where it belongs, princess.”

Sunghoon breaks up with Yeri the next day. He takes you apartment hunting an hour later. Safe to say Jake’s plan worked out. And he won’t ever let you hear the end of it.

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jaemskitty · 3 months ago

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Seu Safado — Na Jaemin

gênero: smut

n/a: oiiii! tudo bem? espero que sim! depois de séculos voltei com alguma coisinha pra vcs <333 espero que gostem! essa msc maldita da marina sena com o pedro sampaio me deu gatilho DEMAIS 😭 tive que fzr alguma coisa! espero que gostem e me perdoem os erros ortográficos! bjocas.

Beijar Jeno era gostoso...Claro, ele era o seu namorado.

Entretanto beijar Na Jaemin era ainda melhor. E sabe o que era ainda melhor? Beijar Jaemin enquanto estava completamente cheia dele; cheia de pica.

No colo daquele homem encontrava-se completamente sem fôlego, rebolando lentinho e gemendo gostosinho, abafado pelo beijo, com ele inteirinho dentro da sua bucetinha.

Porra...era a melhor sensação do mundo.

Foram uma...Duas? Três vezes?! Não lembrava...Algumas fodas após a foda no banheiro imundo daquele posto de gasolina afastado da universidade.

Você ainda estava com Jeno e Jaemin ainda estava com Yeri e estava tudo certo. Tudo certo? Talvez não, mas que se fodesse porque era assim que te deixava mais melada e Jaemin duro pra caralho em seu interior quentinho. Yeri talvez não merecesse aquilo, mas Jeno sim. Jeno merecia. Perdia completamente o senso e noção quando o Na pulsava em suas paredes sensíveis, chegando a babar e a maconha...A porra da maconha te deixava alta e sedenta por pica, bem como deixava Jaemin mais cheio de tesão e mais tarado que o comum.

Chapados. Suados. Grudados e definhando de prazer, era assim que encontravam-se escondidos no quarto de Jaemin naquela fraternidade.

Desgrudou os lábios com sabor do gloss de cereja dos de Jaemin e um fio de saliva os conectou quando sua língua havia sido chupada pelo moreno. Jaemin em meio a um sorriso sacana e lesado, devido a marijuana, movimentou o quadril em um breve impulso para cima e te prendeu entre os braços musculosos, assim enterrando-se até o ultimo centímetro dentro de ti. Grunhiu manhosa contra a boca do mesmo e suas mãozinhas desceram pelos braços fortes que te prendiam.

— Sem me marcar, vadia... — Sussurrou em meio a um ofego meio grunhido enquanto te sentia apertar com cada mexida de quadril.

Poderia até estar sentada nele, por cima, mas isso não queria dizer que estivesse no controle, porque absolutamente não estava.

Tombou a cabeça para trás com o xingamento e dera uma singela rebolada, onde arrancou suspiros de ambos os lados. Retornando a posição anterior adorou, como sempre, a sensação de esfregar os biquinhos dos seios contra os peitorais firmes de Jaemin.

Ele era tão forte e tão grande. Ficava sempre enloquecida como era reduzida a uma boneca nas mãos daquele homem.

— Que d-droga...Você é tão g-gostoso...Ah! — Uma estocada levemente inesperada te surpreendeu da melhor forma possível, chegando a escorrer nas bolas do Na tamanho tesão.

Sexo com ele sempre era assim desde aquele dia; melado e regado de prazer.

Jaemin era tão canalha que sentia o proprio ego inflar ao te ouvir dizer aquilo e ele sabia que sim fodia gostoso, sabia e por isso sempre fazia muito bem. Leonino vadio.

— Empina pra mim, lindinha...anda...deixa eu meter gostoso em você, deixa...? — Mordendo sua orelhinha ele sussurou, sentindo sua bucetinha apertar e seus peitos ficarem cada vez mais rígidos contra os próprios. Riu-se e sentiu que a cabeça de seu pau poderia explodir tamanho tesão.

Foder chapado era sempre a melhor escolha que Jaemin poderia fazer.

Devagarzinho obedeceu o maior, se apoiando inteirinha contra ele e empinando direitinho do jeitinho que sabia que o Na gostava, entrelaçando os dedinhos nos cabelos negros e molhados de suor do mais velho e roubando um leve beijo, tendo a língua sugada novamente enquanto sentia o primeiro movimento; revirou os olhos e viu estrelas.

Estavam naquilo há quase horas e as vezes a resistencia de Na Jaemin te deixava levemente surpresa, exausta, mas feliz demais da conta.

Os gemidinhos aumentando gradativamente a medida que ele te comia com vontade, erguendo o quadril e batendo cada vez mais forte. Revirar os olhos e apertar-se inteira tentando não gozar não era o suficiente e foi assim que sentiu-se chorar.

E Jaemin te achava a coisinha mais linda do mundo enquanto chorava levando pau daquela forma, isso só queria dizer uma coisa; você já estava mais do que longe, era além da maconha. Era além de qualquer coisa, era o tesão e prazer de sentir Jaemin enterrando-se cada vez mais forte contra seus lugares mais íntimos e sensíveis.

— P-porra...tão a-apertada...— Ele quase choramingou e quando achou que não era mais humanamente possível sentir mais prazer do que aquilo Na Jaemin abocanhou um de seus mamilos, sugando do jeitinho que te deixava zonza.

— N-nana...E-eu...A-ahn...—Dengosa agarrou os cabelos negros do mesmo e sentiu as lágrimas quentes escorrerem por suas bochechas adoravelmente rubras. Jaemin sorriu com o mamilo entre os dentes e gemeu com a própria estocada e pelo seu gemido agudo e contração ele sabia que havia ido fundo demais, mas ele gostava de te causar essa dor...Gostava porque sabia que você não passava de uma cachorra e amava senti-la. — Ah! M-muito...

— Muito o que? Hm? Não c-consigo te entender, lindinha...— Outra estocada acompanhada de seu corpinho saltando e olhinhos revirados.

— M-muito fundo...J-jaem..! M-mais...

O homem riu-se devido o torpor e empenhou-se em te foder gostosinho do jeitinho que você precisava.

Era absurdo a forma como ele sabia onde te apalpar, onde te tocar e te apertar.

Te segurando com um braço apenas ele deitou seu pequeno corpo contra o estofado surrado de seu quarto quente, não sabendo se pelo sexo ou porque aquela merda era mesmo apertada, mas provavelmente ambos.

Molinha sentiu-se encostar no sofá e Jaemin entre suas pernas sequer lhe dera tempo de respirar, ainda atracado em sua cintura e completamente grudado em seu corpo iniciou suas estocadas brutais; profundas e certeiras.

Segurando-se outra vez nos braços grandes e duros como pedra do Na sentiu as perninhas tremerem e formigarem, era um claro sinal de seu orgasmo chegando.

Em sua cabecinha não se passava mais nada a não ser aquele homem insuportavelmente gostoso entre suas pernas, surrando sua bucetinha da melhor forma possível.

Via estrelas e já não sabia distinguir o porque. Jaemin grunhia contra seu ouvido e segurava-se para nao lhe deixar marcas no pescoço e ombros, porque não queria nem um pouco se entender com Jeno sobre aquilo.

As respirações sincronizadas e aceleradas mostravam que era o fim daquele êxtases todo. Muito na verdade o pico dele.

— Caralho...! — O Na praticamente rosnou, perdido em seu próprio prazer ele agarrou uma de suas coxas e a dobrou o máximo afim de meter casa vez mais fundo, mais rápido...ele precisava tanto. — V-vou gozar...

— N-nana...— Sussurrou contraindo-se inteirinha, sentindo que também estava prestes a explodir em um orgasmo surreal e avassalador.

E Jaemin outra vez entupiu seu canalzinho de porra, e ele fazia questão de meter fundinho...Parando ali, até que a última gota fosse derramada. Compartilhando um gemido rouco com o seu chororô ambos gozaram e era divina a forma que você o apertava, ordenhando tudo o que ele tinha pra te oferecer.

Ver Jaemin pingando suor em cima de ti daquela forma parecia um sonho, sua bucetinha latejava apenas em o ver revirar os olhos de tesão e prazer enquanto permanecia te empalando, pulsando e esporrando tão profundamente.

— Sabe que é a vadia de torcida mais gostosa de todas, não sabe? — Ele sussurrou ofegante, uma gota de suor pingando de seu queixo logo entre seus peitinhos.

Rente sua boca o homem deixou um selar singelo, e com um sorriso transformou-se em chupadas de lábios completamente imundas; típico de vocês.

Com o lábio entre os dentes do dono de um dos sorrisos mais lindos do mundo você arfou, respondendo entao: — Gosto quando diz...

— Cachorra...— Capturando seus lábios outra vez Jaemin dera um pequeno impulso, te arrancando um doce gemido entre beijos.

E era sempre assim, ele amava a ideia de te ter no escondido e sua buceta cheia e encharcada só mostrava o quão era mútuo.

— Safado...

#joy things #joy responde #send me asks #nct smut #jaemin smut #jaemin vc me paga #smut #nct dream smut #eu n sei gente #queria tanto da pra ele #na jaemin smut

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eeuphor · 11 months ago

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oii anjinho, tudo bem contigo? espero que sim.

queria te dizer que venho acompanhando seu perfil há um tempinho e admiro muito os moods que você faz, são todos simplesmente perfeitos ! !

gostaria de te pedir um moodboard da Yeri - Red Velvet, no estilo do seu primeiro moodboard do blog com um tom rosinha, desde já agradeço viu

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obrigado por me acompanhar, amorzinho !⠀ e agradeço muito pelo elogio ☝🏻☹️ espero que goste do mood !!⠀⠀

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enzenwriting · 2 years ago

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the feeling when

Summary: Joining an already debuted group, you find yourself at the centre of attention, controversy and a series of unfortunate chaotic events every time a certain pup boy is in the sight. But Jake Sim can’t seem to stop following you?!

Pairing: Idol Enhypen!Jake (Sim Jaeyun) x Idol fem! reader (feat. enhypen+ le sserafim + other idols)

Tags: stranger to lovers, enemies to friends, friends to lover, kinda slowburn, jealousy, idols!, slice of life, angst, fluff

Warning: probably alot of cursing, dry humour, stalking in later chapter, alot of typo and no proof read writing.

Status: new- ongoing

upload schedule: once/twice a week during weekend!

taglist: open!

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is a work of fiction! Any idols (and activity) written and mentioned in this story/AU is not to be associated with the real idols. All images used in this AU are not mine! All images are accessed through the internet (google, pinterest, instagram, twitter and tumblr!)

Author’s note / AN: i kinda really enjoyed writing adore you! ;(idolxidol trope simp) so I’m back with another!🫶

00 y/n home wrecker / ain’t no dispatch

01 criminal

02 welcome y/n!

03 for shit and giggles

04 fearless gang

05 koala guy?

06 this is mcdonald drive thru

07 yeri-fication

08 stand up! sit down!

09 early downfall

10 JAKE OUT

11 omg by newjeans

12 just unknow it duh

13 always bball time

14 maybe he is the problem

15 delusion and silly thoughts

16 oovoo javer sim jake 1.6k words!

16.5 bark lee

17 divorce lawyer 4 u

18 two pretty best friend

19 a runner a track star

19.5 n in nct stands for nosy

20 🛫Australia 🛬Canada

21 it’s been 21 years

22 important question

23 gaslight manboss mainslayer

24 adopt! don’t shop!

25 chivalry my ass

26 hey dumb dumb

27 end game kinda meh

28 jungwon (derogatory)

29 withdrawal

30 big girl duties

31 JAIL (literally )

32 crazy ahhh behaviour

33 Jake’s drip

TBA

#enhypen smau #enhypen fluff #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen au #enhypen social media au #enhypen scenarios #enha fluff #enhypen jake oneshots #enhypen jake fluff #enhypen jake #jake sim #sim jaeyun #jaeyun sim

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lucuslavigne · 1 year ago

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𖦹 Eu vou ser forte que nem o meu pai!

Jaehyun × Leitora.

๑: Jaehyun papai de menino, fluffy.

Espero que gostem.

— Mais um e essa série acaba Jae. — falou com o esposo.

— Não sei como você aguenta esse treino de cardio não mulher. — falou cansado.

— Faltam quinze minutos pra' finalizar ainda.

— Deus que me livre. — terminou o exercício. — Deixa eu voltar pra' musculação que é melhor.

— Vai lá então. — selou os lábios do marido.

— Mamãe, posso ficar aqui? — Hyojun, seu filho, perguntou.

— Pode amor. — sorriu. — Só não mecha nos pesos 'tá bom?

— 'Tá bom. — sentou em um dos equipamentos.

Continuou seu treino normalmente, conversava com uma pessoa ou outra e tentava ao máximo deixar Hyojun longe de qualquer coisa que pudesse o machucar.

— Oi S/N! — escutou a voz de Yeri.

— Oi Yeri! — a cumprimentou. — Como vai?

— Vou bem, obrigada. — se sentou ao lado do seu filho. — Tudo bem Hyojun?

— Tudo sim tia Yeri. — sorriu.

Ficaram alguns minutos conversando, até finalizar seu treino, cansada e suada, decide ir tomar uma ducha no vestiário da academia.

— Hyojun, fica com o seu pai enquanto a mamãe toma uma ducha 'tá?

— 'Tá bom! — correu até perto do pai.

— Bom treino Yeri, obrigada pela companhia. — a agradeceu.

— Imagina S/N. — respondeu. — Até logo.

— Até. — se despediu.

Caminhou até o vestiário e achou uma cabine livre, se despiu e ligou o chuveiro em uma temperatura que a agradasse, sentindo a água cair pelo seu corpo. Tirou todo o suor de seu corpo e ficou mais um tempo alí, apenas relaxando. Quando viu que demoraria muito se dependesse de si mesma, desligou o registro e se secou com a toalha, colocando uma roupa limpa.

— Mamãe, mamãe! — correu até você.

— O que houve filho?

— Eu vou ser forte que nem o meu pai! — falou empolgado.

— Ah é?

— Sim! O papai consegue levantar cento e vinte quilos alí! — apontou.

— Então você tem que comer direitinho, aí você vai ficar forte que nem o papai. — o disse.

— Eba! — bateu palminhas.

— O que vocês estão falando? — Jaehyun perguntou.

— Eu quero ser forte que nem você papai! — pulou no colo do Jeong.

— Você vai filho. — beijou o rosto do pequeno. — Mas agora nós vamos para casa.

Como estava cansada como o marido, apenas pegaram seus pertences e foram ao carro, dirigindo de volta para o lar de vocês.

#97'liners como papais!#97 line #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 #jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x y/n #jaehyun x you #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #Spotify

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yazan-kalem-siyah06 · 4 months ago

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Narin Güran katliamının özeti‼️

Kim o gizli siyasi eller‼️

#Narinİçin

Çakarlı lüks araçların eksik olmadığı köyde, çocuk masumiyetini el birliğiyle KATLETTİR❗️

Narin cinayetinde inanılmaz bilgilerle karşı karşıyayız❗️

İlk günden yanlış yürütülen bir soruşturma, ihmal zincirleri nedeniyle bir çocuğun ölümündeki sır perdesinin aralanmasını geciktirdi.

Binlerce kolluk kuvveti, teknik ve güvenlik tedbirlerini tam olarak almadı. Bu durum, dosyanın bambaşka bir boyuta evrilmesine neden oldu. Bizler şirketlerin bir araya gelerek kurulduğunu sanırken, Narin potansiyel katillerin bir araya geldiği bir köyde, kollektif cinayet ortaklığıyla, EN YAKINLARI tarafından katledildi.

Bu arada, aile içindeki yoğun gayri ahlaki ilişkilerden bahsedilmesi, çocuğun farklı şeylere tanıklık ettiğini ve ölüm yeri ile şeklinin farklı cinayet şekillendirme senaryolarıyla karşı karşıya kaldığımızı/kalacağımızı gösteriyor.

Bir de ifadelerde gözü çarpan bir detay; köylere yapılan baskınların YOĞUNLAŞMIŞ olduğu ki, burada amcanın ÖZEL bir programla yazışmalarını apar topar silmesi tam bir ÇELİŞKİ. (O programların ismini bilmesi mümkün değil, bunu akıl etse bile telefon geçmişin geri getirileceğini de bilir, korunduğu bir yer yoksa) Keza, köylülerin birçoğu ya sim kartını ya hattını ya da telefonunu değiştirmiş.

Burada şu soru sorulmalı; tüm Türkiye, hiç tanımadığı bir ÇOCUK için kahroluyorken, o köyde ne oluyordu da küçük bir çocuğun katledilmesinden daha ÖNEMLİYDİ❓

Ezberletilmiş senaryolarla bizlerin önüne farklı argümanlar servis ediliyorken, arama kurtarma çalışmalarına bizzat olayın FAİLLERİNİN katılıyor olması, bizlere yine SİYASİ/SİYASETÇİLERİN boyutlarını düşündürüyor.

Herkesin herşeyi bilip SUSTUĞU, bir avuç insanın götünün rahatının, bir toplumun vicdanına tercih edilmediği, adaletin ŞAİBELİ olmadığı günleri görür ve 8 yaşındaki evladımız #naringüranicinadalet demek zorunda kalmayız…

Son söz, elbette yüce Türk yargısınındır.

Huzur içinde uyu kara gözlü Narin'imiz....

#Diyarbakır #NarinGüran

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nakakitty · 1 year ago

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Somos livres como girassóis de Van Gogh - Haechan

capítulo 1

Notas: segundo capítulo e já tenho apego emocional nessa. Essa vai em homenagem à @ncdreaming pela inspiração kkkkk

Avisos: temas sensíveis (perda de um ente querido) e ciúmes duvidoso (NÃO SEJAM ASSIM).

Desde aquele fatídico dia em que Donghyuck não a viu mais, ele rezou, praticamente implorou aos céus que você voltasse.

Ele se recusava a acreditar que você havia o deixado. Era a melhor amiga dele, a única, uma das pessoas mais importantes que ele já conheceu, como você pôde fazer isso?

Passou noites em claro pensando o que havia feito de errado, por que para você tê-lo abandonado, ele deveria ter feito uma besteira muito grande, certo? Mas nada vinha em sua mente. Até que se cansou de pensar. Passou a concentrar os esforços na própria mãe, que a cada dia que passava, sua enfermidade piorava.

A ficha de Donghyuck caiu imediatamente quando sua mãe fez a passagem. Ele não tinha absolutamente ninguém consigo. Foi também quando caiu a ficha de que confiou demais em pessoas que lhe deram as costas tão cedo. E assim, levantou-se a primeira parede.

Passou semanas, meses sem ir para a escola. Seu rendimento caiu, bem como as notas, coisa que ele nem se preocupava mais. Se reprovasse ou não, quem se importaria?

Mas um dia, uma pequena luz acendeu-se no fim do túnel. Apareceu Yeri em sua vida. De primeira, Donghyuck foi bem difícil. Não gostava de conversar, a evitava, a ignorava, no entanto, ela não desistiu.

A amizade com Yeri foi produtiva. Ele voltou a sorrir, mesmo que um sorriso fechado, bem como suas notas melhoraram e voltaram a um patamar seguro. Ele gostou dela. Pode-se dizer que se não fosse pela insistência da garota de cabelos curtos, ele não teria chegado na faculdade.

Ah, a faculdade... havia tido uma pontuação boa o suficiente para poder realizar o sonho de ser arquiteto. Nunca se sentiu tão feliz quanto no dia em que fez a matrícula ao lado de Yeri, que agora era sua namorada.

A recepção dos calouros foi divertida, ele pôde conhecer o Centro Acadêmico de Arquitetura, ganhou presentes da atlética do curso, e até conheceu alguns colegas. Pela parte da tarde, foi até divertido, até que ele te viu...

Você estava distraída, olhando de um lado para o outro, quase perdida. Ele respirou fundo, um pingo de felicidade apontava dentro de si porque, apesar de estar chateado, ainda sentia sua falta, contudo, a raiva e a decepção ainda falavam mais alto.

Ele desviou o olhar de você quase que imperceptivelmente, fingindo sorrir com os colegas quando você se aproximou. Viu você se aproximando, chegou a sentir o coração palpitar em ansiedade, já que não saberia o que fazer se você se aproximasse, e respirou aliviado quando você desviou o caminho.

Yeri o encontrou enquanto ele ia para o próprio quarto. Ela veio com seu típico sorriso de orelha a orelha, saltitante, para abraçá-lo. Yeri pôde sentir algo diferente no olhar dele.

"Vai, me fala o que rolou", pede Yeri se sentando na cama ao lado dele.

"Eu vi... ela...", ele respondeu deixando um suspiro escapar. Yeri sabia de tudo, sobre a história de vocês, sobre a sua partida repentina. Ela sentiu a melancolia na fala do namorado e o abraçou.

"Não se preocupa, Hyuckie... eu estou aqui por você...", Yeri disse enquanto eles estavam unidos num abraço caloroso. No fundo, a garota sentiu um pingo de ciúmes. Sabia da história dos dois e sabia mais ainda que você não tinha sido uma simples amiga para ele.

Yeri se sentiu ameaçada. Talvez com medo de perder Donghyuck para você, mesmo que ele estivesse magoado contigo, então assim que se soltaram do abraço, ela sorriu. Teve uma ideia, mas não iria contar, pois sabia que Donghyuck não concordaria.

"Bom... eu vou indo para o meu quarto. Tenho que me arrumar pra calourada de Artes Cênicas. Você vai, né?", ela pergunta acariciando a mão do Lee.

"Vou sim, já, já eu saio. Quer que eu te busque?", ele olha para ela com um sorriso fechado.

"Ah, não precisa! Te vejo mais tarde!", ela deixa um selar delicado na bochecha do namorado e acena para ele antes de deixar o quarto.

O plano de Yeri de fazer Donghyuck se afastar ainda mais de você, no entanto, não funcionou da maneira que ela queria. Ela estava contente de ter te visto ido embora depois tudo o que ele havia te dito, contudo, a reação dele a preocupou ainda mais.

"Tô cansado, vou voltar pro meu dormitório. Se cuida", foram as palavras ditas por Hyuck antes de ele lhe dar um simples beijo na bochecha e largar a festa tal qual você fez antes.

Yeri bufou e bateu o pé, pois foi aí que percebeu que para evitar que você o afetasse, deveria fazer bem mais do que causar uma simples intriga numa festa.

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Notas finais: É isso, um beijo da Anitta. (NÃO REVISADO HEIN)

#Spotify #nct scenarios #nct127 scenarios #nct angst #nct dream scenarios #nct127 angst #haechan angst #haechan scenarios

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