Who In Dream-

who in dream-

the trope you see in cartoons and movies where a group plans to pull off a heist; everyone shows up in the normal attire except one who is dressed as a cat because they didn’t know that the term “cat burglar” is not literal

jeno hard thoughts..

//authors note; okay, i’ve seen the error of my ways, Jeno is in fact not a hard dom. you guys win. this is not proof read btw 😁

okay starting off not smutty, but i just know he texts like: “hai” “wot” “:D” HES SO STINKIN CUTE

he definitely calls u sweet names, in and outside of bed. he’s the type to make cute creative pet names for his partner; when you mentioned your love for stargazing he started calling you stargirl. when he saw your hair glowing in the sunlight, he said you looked like you descended from the heavens, and he called you angel. his personal favorites are pretty universal though, it’s often he’ll call you “darling” “honey” and “sweetheart”

you’re feeling a little shy about how the nicknames make your heart flutter, so in retaliation, you try to come up with your own to call him. none of them seemed to land like his did for you, until one day, as a complete joke, you call him puppy. he freezes in his tracks and his face flushes bright red. you repeat yourself, “..puppy?” and he whimpers, turning to you with the most pitiful, horn-dog expression, practically humping your leg as he begs for you all to go to the bedroom.

speaking of whimpering, he gets overstimulated really, really, easily. he’s the type to cum in his pants while you guys make out. he probably pops a boner from just holding your hand.

this man is a MUNCH. and a messy eater too. i have it on good authority that he will go down on you any time, any place, no matter what.

oh, also! he totally eats you out before he performs onstage, like a good luck charm.

most of the time, he prefers missionary and cowgirl. he loves looking at your gorgeous face tee hee! however, he does love prone bone. you laying completely flat on your stomach allows him to thrust even deeper inside your pussy.

in contrast to some of the other members, when Jeno is about to cum, he gets sloppy. you’d think the dancer in him would hold out until the last second, but no. he gets so overwhelmed and squirmy, he starts to lose his pace, bucking wildly into you as he unloads inside of you.

he is vocal as hell, i just know it. you see how giggly that man is?? he babbles, chuckles, whimpers, “you’re so tight..” “feels so good” “i’m about to-“ “can i.. inside..?” “please.. please please please don’t stop”

240417 JAEMIN IG Update

renjun and chenle - knows already what cat burglar means

mark and jeno - aren’t 100% positive but don’t want to risk looking like idiots

haechan - acts like he knows but has to look it up before he buys ears and a tail

jaemin - just thinks the term is cute cause he loves cats

jisung - shows up in cat cosplay

who in dream-

the trope you see in cartoons and movies where a group plans to pull off a heist; everyone shows up in the normal attire except one who is dressed as a cat because they didn’t know that the term “cat burglar” is not literal

# a little… awkward !! p.j.s

# nsfw + minors dni. first time w/ jisung smut. he’s cute, okay. not proofread and it’s a monday night lol so um enjoy?

jisung doesn’t know if he’s in heaven. maybe it’s that he’s never felt like this before, the sugar sweet intimacy of your loosely clothed body pressed up to every inch of his, lips pressed together, your kisses his oxygen,, somehow it’s different than ever before. maybe it’s the lust swirling in his head, laced with an unfamiliar warmth, a purr in his heart that says to push his limits he’s always held modestly, because there’s a change that he can’t quite pinpoint,,, but why bother when you’re here with him, in the moment. jisung’s kind of in love with you.

and with every kiss, he feels himself wanting to be closer, closer than ever, addicted to your taste and the sensation of your lips, as if to break apart would leave him unable to think straight about anything other than you. shit, he can barely think straight, feeling nothing but your body pressed to his, the hot confines of his loose hoodie and sweats,,, god, he’s so painfully hard, it hurts.

but as he slowly pushes and slots himself between your spread thighs, your fingers push against his chest, breaking apart as your gaze avoids his, hiding your face with your hand. “w-wait—,” you mumble hesitantly, warmth creeping up into your face,, you’ve never done this before, and maybe it’s how he’d almost fully clothed and you’re not, or maybe it’s that you’re a little scared you’ll mess it all up with the wrong—

“um,, did i— did you not want to…?” jisung asks hesitantly, his hand automatically coming to up to cover his lower face by habit, the slight tinge of blush coating his cheeks barely visible in the darkness of his room. his chest heaves a bit, catching his breath and fuck, he’s nervous, because did he just ruin everything— you’re the first girl he’s ever had here, the first girl he’s ever even gone this far with and jisung can’t help but feel the nerves bubble to the surface as you shyly cover yourself with his comforter as he leans back.

“it’s— it feels like y-you can see everything…” your shy gaze peeks up at him from under his gray comforter, and god, jisung didn’t know it was possible for his heart to race even faster, you’re just so cute like this— “is it really… like that?” he mumbles, barely audible,,, and maybe it’s also how his room is so dark already and he really can barely see anything, the hint of your pretty eyes peeking up at him.

“it’s just that…i’m the only one who’s… you know?” your shy voice is muffled by his comforter, and it makes him blush. everything you do is endearingly cute. “um— oh…” jisung mumbles, taking him a second to catch on, his blushed face avoiding yours for a second as he tugs off his hoodie, feeling a bit exposed in the cold air of his room but you’re really fucking cute and maybe it’s not fair that he’s more dressed than you.

“is this… better?” jisung shyly smiles, a small giggle leaving your lips because you both can feel it, the young love that’s still a little clumsy. “y-yeah… but if it’s okay… can we under this?” your fingers lift up the edge of his comforter slightly, before reaching for his hand to invite him under. it’s a little embarrassing to admit, but even if no one’s here in the dorm, it feels like anyone could walk in at any time. “oh, okay, anything you want,” and god, jisung feels like his heart is about to burst out his chest, his heart trimming so rapidly under his skin as he slips under the covers, bare skin pressed to yours in the darkness, soft sheets surrounding your bodies in a comforting cloud, like there’s no one but you two in the world. and all he can think about is you.

in the rustles of his sheets, his lips find yours once more, your entwined fingers letting go as they slip between your legs, helping you slip down your soft panties and his sweats, kicking them off his ankles as jisung moans into your lips so gently as the angry, flushed tip of his cock brushes against your soft folds, holding your hand tighter in his big one, breasts pressed to his chest and your thighs naturally parting to give him space.

and the shared gasps into each other’s breathing and moans as jisung slowly pushes the tip of his cock in, the unfamiliar intrusion eliciting soft whimpers against his lips. wet, sweet kisses meant to distract from the slight pain and discomfort. and god, jisung never felt anything like this before, the warm, wet clench of your pussy beyond compare to his cold hands in a rush as he’s always done,,,

“j-jisung, ‘so big, y-you feel so—!” you gasp, fingers clinging to his broad shoulders, euphoric pleasure spreading beneath your skin faster than wildfire, dizzying sensations replacing coherent thought. “‘m not– not gonna fit,,, you feel so good, can’t stop..,” jisung groans, his hips giving shallow thrusts into your soaking pussy, lewd sounds of arousal and skin on skin, intimately connected for the first time.

and neither of you need him to go all the way, lust overwhelming your senses as you cling to his slender frame, his soft pants breathed against your ear as he moans out quiet confessions of love, something he’s never felt before you,, as you bury your face into his collarbone and crook of his neck, letting him take control, overwhelming pleasure like nothing you’vet ever felt or experienced before, the foreign sensation of his hard cock stretching you out little by little,,, never expecting him to be quite so big, but it’s the best either of you can do to hold each other and feel intimate love like never before, beneath his comforter in your private heaven, a little awkward but nothing matters beyond the moment.

and as his shallow, messy thrusts grow sloppier, the knot in your stomach tightening and about to burst, your first real high hits as tears slip down your cheeks and your pussy clenches down, juices and release soaking his cock as jisung moans in pleasure, “nngh– need to–!” and it’s all he can manage to do, hanging on a to read of his conscious as he sloppily pulls out, warm ropes of creamy cum spilling over your pussy folds and stomach as jisung gasps into your neck, breathing heavily with lust and satisfaction. sweaty skin pressed to yours without space, kissing your neck gently, comforter enclosing your space in a gentle warmth, scent of sex heavy as you both catch your breaths, hands finding each others to cling on to.

and neither of you know how much time has passed, slow kisses exchanged, not wanting to leave. “was…was it okay?” his voice husky and a little raspy with tiredness, soft brown gaze meeting yours in the dark, his bangs a mess over his eyes, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, the slight embarrassment of being so vulnerable returning… although he’s not sure when his heart will calm down into a steady beat again around you.

“more than okay,” you giggle, seeing the slight laughter warm his soft features as jisung shyly hides his face in his pillow, flustered at your reply. “i’m glad it was you,” you whisper, your fingers finding his hair to gently run through the fluffy locks, and even though you’ll probably feel embarrassed in the morning, it feels right in the moment to lean a little closer.

and maybe the sticky mess between your legs will feel uncomfortable later, but right now, all you can think about is how much you love him, even if you can’t bring yourself to admit it beyond a quiet, shy confession in his ear, the flush and warmth to his cheeks a sign of his reciprocated feelings, feelings he wants to say but he’s shy to admit again. so as your breathing slows and jisung feels you falling asleep in his arms, he’ll brush your hair aside and whisper those four words in your ear.

i love you too.

— hehe ty for reading… sorry i’m not so good at dialogue :/ not my best but also i didn’t feel like waiting on it lol

more than i should | n.jm

genre ➳ friends to lovers, college au, fluff, angst pairings ➳  best friend!jaemin x fem!reader word count ➳  3.6k warnings ➳ mentions of sexual harassment, alcohol info ➳ this is based on a real experience i had. unfortunately i did not have a jaemin by my side…nevertheless i hope everyone stays safe when going out! the world is a scary place <3

You had regretted the decision to play billiards the moment you saw them coming over to your table. 

Miyeon was off talking to a colleague she had bumped into, leaving you alone at the table, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot.

They were both dressed well, but there was a glint in their eyes that put you on edge, placing the stick down warily as they moved closer to you.

“Hey, pretty. What’s your name?” The taller one is leaning on the table, grinning across at you. The way his lips are tilted up reminds you a bit of a wolf, one that has found its prey.

“Y/N,” you reply coldly, putting some distance between yourself and the other guy, who moves towards your side. He clicks his tongue disdainfully, a sound that causes you to grimace. It’s demeaning, and it’s quickly becoming evident to you that they don’t have the best intentions.

“Don’t be so unfriendly, pretty. We just want to play the game with you.”

“Well, I’d really rather not, so-”

“Now, don’t be like that,” the man in front of you comes closer and closer as he says it, and you’re quickly realising how much taller he is than you, flinching backwards with each step he takes. Your eyes dart frantically around the room, until you realise you’re stuck with his friend behind you. The rest of the partygoers seem oblivious, and you’re wondering where the hell Miyeon’s gone.

When he brings his hand up to caress your face, you jerk back, eyes wrenched shut in fear.

But there’s nothing that lands, no slimy feeling of a stranger’s fingers against your cheek. You slowly open your eyes, blinking to clear your vision, before sucking in a nervous breath at the scene before you.

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