#dilf jeno
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⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Stepfather! Jeno, Unprotected Sex, Infidelity, Daddy Kink, Heavy Teasing, Praise Kink, Nipple Play, Size Kink, Slight Dacryphilia, Implied Breeding Kink
What you and Mr. Lee did behind closed doors was nobody's business. What you did with him nearly every day was nobody's business.
Nobody needed to know what you do with your mother's almost ex-husband and nobody needed to know what the Lee Jeno did with his almost ex-stepdaughter.
You beckoned for it—the day the divorce would be completely finalized—the day you'd never have to worry about a single thing other than yourself and Mr. Lee.
But for now, you stayed in his big, nice house—your mother already long gone after what you call “the confrontation”.
You looked back at the college algebra study guide given to you by your professor. So much for taking a class over the summer.
You sighed. Bullshit. You continued working.
Until, you heard the garage door open. Your ears perked up and you immediately sat up. Though, you regained your composure and slouched back down on the couch.
He's home.
Your insides danced around.
You were definitely going to get fucked.
Jeno and you, you and Jeno, you and Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee and you—it was…something.
The moment you met him there was a sense of tension. Too much tension to the point where you can recall the moment like it happened a minute ago. From the moment when he married your mother, you'd always be attached at the hip with him. And, obviously, your mother noticed and didn't like the intimacy all too much.
Nonetheless, Mr. Lee just couldn't keep his hands to himself and the cat was then out of the bag and right in front of everyone a little too much. Basically, your mom caught you.
His footsteps went through the kitchen. He opened the fridge, getting something from it, and his footsteps wandered in to the living room. You're in the living room, studying, making sure to put your education he pays for to good use.
“Hi, honey,” he greeted, stepping right in front of you.
You didn't look up from your paper. It's part of the game.
You both liked to play to play it sometimes. You'd pretend to be so very busy and ignore him until he'd coax you out of it. Or, Mr. Lee would pretend to be oh so busy (honestly, sometimes he was) and you'd sit on his lap, get all up in his space, until he slapped your face and you were on your knees underneath his desk.
“Hi, Mr. Lee,” you dismissed, your eyes trained perfectly on the paper.
He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before moving his hand to your chin, lifting your face up to look at him. You could see his other hand, it was a water bottle.
He must've gotten it from the fridge.
Mr. Lee stood large in front of you. He was just very…brooding. But now, towering over you, he appeared huge. Not to mention, his frame was partially covering the light above the two of you, making him seem like a big, bad man, just here to take what he wants.
And typically, that's what he does. Not that anyone minds. Not that you mind.
And, you supposed that what's happening right now.
Mr. Lee's white button-down (folded at the forearms, as always) was nearing tight around his chest. His black slacks were just barely tenting from what you briefly saw.
You looked up at him through your lashes. There was heat rushing to your face.
“Did my pretty girl miss me?”
Your lips formed a thin line before growing into a soft smile, “Mhm.”
“Did you have a good day?”
He caressed the side of your face, running his thumb along your cheekbone before taking a sip of his water.
You watched in great awe as he drank, his throat bobbing when he swallowed.
Good lord.
“Tiring day,” you told him, “m'very busy.”
He cocked a brow and set his water on the coffee table. He came back and stood in front of you.
Mr. Lee placed his hands on his hips. “Are you?”
“Yup” you answered, emphasizing the “P” and looking back down at the paper. “I've got an exam for physics, algebra, everything.”
“Got it; you're in a mood, hm?”
God—he knows you so well.
But god—he’s nearly obsessed with you. The thought of you runs through his mind 24/7.
He sat next to you on the couch before grabbing the remote to the TV.
Mr. Lee tugged you onto his lap causing you to whine.
“Really? M'busy.” You eyes never left the paper, but you obviously weren't studying anymore. Even your eyes couldn't focus. You leaned back against him, your head slightly on his shoulder, back flushed against his chest, fully on his lap.
He turned on the TV and settled on golf. Boring. He thinks it's interesting sometimes. However, you're sure he's not paying any mind to the game—he was never a Tiger Woods fan.
His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you. His nose nuzzled against your ear; then, behind your ear where he knew exactly where it felt good. He mouthed at the spot behind your ear—licking you there, sucking you there.
“Your lips are cold,” you grumbled, tilting your head so he'd stop. “Quit, I really need to study.”
His hold around you grew tighter. His bulge under your ass grew harder. You really wanted to squirm on it.
Mr. Lee's lips traveled to your earlobe making you sigh on complete accident. “Oh there's my girl,” he purred.
“No,” you mumbled with a whiny tone. He chuckled in your ear.
You swore you could turn into putty with him.
With one arm still wrapped around you, his free hand rested right at your lower tummy, right above your cunt. His hand slowly inched to the end of your shorts. He played with the lightly colored lace between his fingers.
“Did you wear these for me?”
You shook your head, “No.”
He hummed. “I think you're lying, honey.”
“I think you're distracting, Daddy.”
He hummed again.
His hand slid to your inner thigh, slowly moving until he reached between your legs. Mr. Lee widened his legs causing you to do the same. He leaned back against the couch leaving you no other choice but to do the same.
You tried your best to lift your paper into your field of vision. You failed the instant Mr. Lee ran a single digit up your cunt.
“I am trying to study.” you tried to say as firmly as possible. But, the man only held you tighter.
“And I am trying to play.” he whispered.
You really had to bite back a moan leading to you accidentally squirming on his lap, feeling the way he was basically pressing his whole hand on you—just cupping your cunt like it was nothing to him, like it was casual to him.
“It's warm here,” he mumbled. “wonder if it's wet too.”
You swallowed thick. "Uh-uh."
“Can Daddy check?” he pressed, nuzzling his nose into your hair.
“No, m'bus-”
The hand around your stomach quickly snatched the paper and promptly flung it across the room.
“No you're not, honey,” he said, shoving his hand down your shorts, cupping you there. “Stop bein' so damn fussy.”
His legs widened, so did yours, again. You spread wider and his fingers finally ran up and down your slit. You took a sharp breath in as his fingers ran over your clit, then over your very empty hole.
Jeno relished in the way he could hear your wetness.
He teased your hole, feeling you squirm on top of him with want. He pressed a finger inside only to pull it out and rub your clit. Your cunt clenched around nothing.
“Daddy, I need...I need-” you couldn't even form words at this point. “Study. I need to study,” you sighed out.
“No you don't.” he said softly.
You hummed this time, only shakily.
He rubbed your clit in slow circles. He was pressing down harder than usual. You tried closing your legs, but Mr. Lee moved your thighs more to the outside of his making you open even wider and hook your feet near his calves.
You certainly felt locked.
“Please, Daddy,” you whined, “please lemme’ go back to work. I really need t-to—”
“Shhh.”
He held you close to him while he still, slowly, rubbed on your clit. Your head lulled back against his shoulder leading him to suck and nip at your neck with this teeth.
“Not until you gimme what I want, baby,” he murmured, nearly biting your neck. “So wet. You all wet for Daddy?”
You shook your head. “Nuh-uh.”
You wiggled your ass against him. Mr. Lee groaned against your neck, nipping at your skin a little harder. You whined and squeezed his thighs as you held onto them.
“Naughty fuckin' girl.”
Mr. Lee ran his fingers down to your soppy hole again and circled around it.
You could've lost your mind.
However, he never dipped his fingers inside.
“Daddy,” you accidentally whined.
He hummed, “What? Thought you needed to study, hon’”
His other hand slid up your shirt, lifting up your top above your tits.
You swore his dick twitched underneath you the moment he rubbed your nipple between his finger tips.
“Oh, don't worry pretty baby, Daddy knows what you need.”
His finger slid inside your hole and you nearly lost it. Your hips moved with his finger, fucking in and out of you. He pushed in another finger making you nearly sob.
“N-No,” you whimpered in faux protest. “Study. P-Please, Daddy, I need t-to study,”
But, actions speak louder than words and your hand was on his, making his palm press down on your clit.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tsked, pulling his fingers out of your pussy. “I thought you needed to study. Why the hell are you using my hand, honey?”
“Daddy!” you squeaked “Please!”
You felt like you were in the filthiest porno someone definitely had to pay for.
“Please just fuck me already,” you begged, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Just fuck me, Daddy, please!”
You were definitely crying.
“You've gotten quite the dirty mouth lately.”
You sniffled, looking at him though wet lashes. “Are you gonna punish me, Daddy?”
“Maybe.”
He slapped your pussy making you cry out.
“Please!” you cried, your voice changing due to the tears. “Just fuck me instead!”
"Thought you needed to study."
You could hear his shit-eating grin.
“Fuck it,” you whined. Tear just kept falling. “Fuck this. Fuck the game.”
“You're very needy, and dirty mouthed; you don't even wanna keep playing.”
“I'm done playing, Daddy, please just fuck me!”
“Whatever my little lady wants.”
You were being pushed off his lap, standing and pulling down your shorts, watching Mr. Lee watch you.
He stared at you with a hungry look in his eye as he unbuckled his belt, taking his cock out of his underwear. It was red and hard with precum at the tip. Good fucking lord.
You scrambled on top of him, straddling him, and kissed him. You tangled your hand in his styled hair, his nose pressing against your cheek. Your hands found their way to the buttons on his shirt, shakily undoing them.
“Such a sweet girl,” Jeno mumbled to no one but himself.
You notched the tip of his dick against your hole, slowly sinking down on his cock. You felt like you could pass out.
The “issue” is Mr. Lee is huge. Massive. You weren't quite sure he'd ever fit inside of you.
He's near unbearably heavy. And you felt it.
Everytime he'd fuck you, Jeno slid in slowly. “Savoring the feeling” he said. He remembers once telling you how much he liked the feeling of plunging his dick inside your tight cunt. He loves the feeling of your walls stretching, pulsing around him. He loves feeling himself fill you.
Your tummy always gets a little pouch.
It's happening right now. He thinks it’s the prettiest thing he’ll ever see. Other than you.
Obviously.
You sunk down slowly, feeling everything as you held onto his shoulders; your mouth agape. Mr. Lee kissed you with no kiss back from you, but he understood because he knew exactly why. His poor baby was too absorbed in him. “Holy fuck,” he nearly whined against your lips.
You sighed the moment you were fully seated in his cock, beginning to move your hips. You always liked riding him, liked the look on his face—like Mr. Lee was about to explode or collapse…or die just from the sheer feeling of you. His hold on your hips were tight, guiding you exactly where he needed you.
Mr. Lee’s eyelids were heavy, his mouth also agape, breathing hard. Your teeth sunk down on your bottom lip at the sight, biting back the urge to scream. Instead, your arms wrapped around his neck and you rested your cheek on his shoulder.
At this point he was fully in control, forcing your lips up and down his cock. All you had to do was, “Relax and take it, honey,” he groaned in your ear. “Take it like the good girl you are”.
You nodded, your whines making Mr. Lee spank your ass just to make you scream so sweetly right near his ear.
In a haze, your hand snaked up to his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. “I love you,” you whimpered.
Mr. Lee stared at your for a while, blinking slowly, then gave you a wide, lazy grin. Kissing your forehead, he murmured. “I know, honey.” He sucked in hair through his teeth when you tightened around him before saying, “I love you too, sweetie,” there was a pause, more moans escaped his lips, “I love you so…so much.”
God he's perfect.
You whimpered before closing your eyes, letting the feeling of his cock dragging against your soppy walls take over you. There was no way you'd get used to this—no way you'd get used to him. Your lips made it to his throat, your kisses quickly developing into nearly biting his neck when Mr. Lee told you, “Don't be so shy, sweetie.” with a smug tone in his voice.
It wasn't long before his hips were slamming into you, his dick stretching you out with every thrust making him (and yourself) a complete mess. He groaned, his hips stuttering the moment he heard you gasp.
Mr. Lee was so deep inside your cunt you could almost see stars.
He chuckled and kissed the temple of your forehead; wrapping his arms tightly around your waist he continued to fuck up into your like it was almost nothing.
“Aren't you glad you're not studying?” he mumbled.
You hummed, nodding.
“Always rather be fuckin' your Daddy, huh.”
You released your bottom lip from in-between your teeth, panting “Yes!”
You felt him hit a spot so deep you almost cried, instinctually clenching tight around him. Mr. Lee growled, swiftly delivering a harsh slap to your ass. “Don't do that to me, baby,” he sighed, spanking you again “you know I can't fuckin' take it.”
And he really couldn't. Especially when you lounge around the house—his house, his couch, his room, his office, his job. And especially when it was times like this where the only thing he could focus on was you and the way your slick dripped down his balls.
He really can't help it. Especially now that you live with him.
But then your walls squeezed him tightly. He was about to nearly growl a threat in your ear when your whiny tone beat him to it.
“M'sorry Daddy!” you cried, “M'gonna...gonna cum...m'sorry, s-sorry, sorry...fuck!” your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, though not as tightly was your walls wrapped around his cock.
Mr. Lee hissed at the way you felt around him. He could barely move, stunned by you and your little apology for him. He never told you to cum, he never told you that you could cum, but you were just so desperate he didn't quite care.
Once your walls were almost done fluttering around his cock, he took it as a sign to shove his dick as far and as quickly as possible inside you causing tears to fall down your face.
“Daddy,” you panted, crying out of pleasure “slow, s-slow down,”
Though you really meant for him to go faster, harder—your mind just couldn't quite grasp on the words you meant to say.
“D-Daddy, please,” you sobbed, “c-can't-”
He quickly cut you off, his hips slamming into you as he chased his own orgasm. “Yes you fuckin' can, sweetheart.” he stated. “Y-You're just gonna let me fill you up with my cum,” he paused, groaning. “And when I'm all finished, you're gonna say ‘thank you, Daddy’.”
He slapped your ass. You were sure there was going to be a mark.
“M'kay?”
You nodded, “M'kay.”
“Good girl,” he praised before becoming a mess of groans beneath you. You were sure he was close when he let out a string of curses—but it wasn't until he shoved up all the way into that you knew he was coming.
You gasped. “Daddy!”
You could die happily the moment you felt his cum fill your used hole.
Mr. Lee groaned when he came inside you, relishing in the way you'd always gasp at the feeling. He mouthed at your neck, mumbling sweet nothings accompanied by small groans.
It took him a few moments, eventually regaining his senses.
He sighed, nuzzling his nose in your neck before repositioning the both of you on the couch. He laid against the armrest with you on top—cock still nestled deep inside you. Neither of you seemed to mind all the slick dripping out and onto his thighs.
You kissed his jaw over and over again while Mr. Lee simply shut his eyes, catching his breath.
“What did I tell you to say, honey?” he reminded, eyes still shut though his lips were forming a smile.
“Thank you, Daddy,” you said in-between giving him kisses. His lips broke out in a grin. “That's my girl.”
His living room was silent. Your living room was silent. The living room was silent. It was silent for a while. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of Mr. Lee breathing softly.
You broke the silence, softly asking, “What's for dinner?”
Mr. Lee hummed. “Maybe pizza.”
“Can you not get Hawaiian this time? I know you like it but it's a little…off-putting.” you looked up at him, his eyes still shut.
He laughed, finally looking down at you. “Don't worry, honey, I won't get Hawaiian.” he pecked your lips before tapping your ass exactly three times.
“Up.”
You pouted.
“C'mon, honey, get up or else leftovers.”
“But then some of your cum is gonna leak out and, Mr. Lee, you know how I like to be all full.” you whined.
He stared at you for a second. You swore his eye twitched.
“Well I should get you a plug then.”
The way you looked at him—it was almost taunting.
“Maybe you should.”
And you both stared at each other. It was weird. Mr. Lee wanted something. He could tell you wanted something. You could tell he wanted something. You both knew you were fully capable of giving that something. But, you both were aware that right now maybe wasn't the right time. You still had college. He still had to completely finalize the divorce with your mother. But one day. Definitely one day.
“I-I'll get up.” you said, your voice shaky as you moved to get up. But then he looked at you, very seriously, before pulling you back down.
“No.” he stated. “Stay here until I get back.”
He maneuvered from you. Standing, he zipped his pants back up, buttoned his shirt back up, fixed his rolled sleeves, his belt.
He leaned down to kiss your forehead before handing you back your discarded study guide off the floor. His kiss lingered like it never had before.
“Be good.”
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how we feeling about a dilf! jaehyun fic??
spooky jeno fic (smut) should be coming out within the next few days too, but next week do we want to see divorced dad jaehyun??
also sneak peak at the jenjen lee wip:
let me know what you think of this one too!!!
#let me know??#wip#daisy.txt#daisy asks#nct smut#nct jaehyun smut#jaehyun smut#dilf! jaehyun#nct 127 smut#nct 127 jaehyun smut#jeong jaehyun smut#jeong jaejyun#jeong yuno#yuno smut#nct u smut#jeong yuno smut#nct dream smut#nct dream#jeno smut#lee jeno#lee jeno smut
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stayblr is dry? corrupt nct writers to stan skz and write for them. manipulate them. gaslight them.
#mel's whispers#i said this before i know#but#have you seen how much crazy stuff jeno and jaemin get written for them?#and we're barely getting any dilf skz content#its mostly chan#but nct?#there's johnny and yuta and jaehyun and gosh it's so hot
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fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023
♤ in pursuit of wedded bliss by @fantasyescapes17
regency au, each members has his own story, but they're interconnected
choi seungcheol
◇ push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @dontflailmenow
camboy!seungcheol, ex's best friend!seungcheol, enemies to lovers
♧ down bad (so so bad) by @lovelyhan
idol!seungcheol x pet sitter!reader
☆ always only you by @honeyhotteoks
brother's best friend!seungcheol, friends to lovers
♤ caught in a trap by @cheolism
brother's best friend to lovers au
kim mingyu
☆ a sheep in wolf's clothing by @rubyreduji
virgin!mingyu x experienced reader
♤ creep by @smileysuh
serial killer!ghost!mingyu, touch starved!mingyu, halloween fic
ot8
◇ skz drabble by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy
a/b/o, cnc, primal play
♧ sharing = caring by @cbini
bf!chan sharing you
☆ camcorder by @tasteracha
bf!minho x reader x chan, a little pervy chan
♤ five for five by @bh-archive
chan x hyunjin x hongjoong x san x juyeon x reader
◇ some things are better left unknown by @roseykat
chan x felix x reader, threesome
lee minho
♧ dilf!minho by @cinhomi
dilf!minho x baby sitter!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy talk
bang chan
☆ bad idea by @hyunsvngs
step dad!chan, getting together, infidelity
hwang hyunjin
♤ dressing down by @jl-micasea-fics
best friends to lovers, mutual pining
lee felix
◇ best friend felix by @ddyskz
best friends to lovers, fluffy smut
♧ felix + thigh riding by @straykeedz
☆ cockwarming by @dreaming-medium
coworkers au, secretary!felix, office sex
ot7
♤ shadows we trust by @remedyx
supernatural au, mystical creatures!bts, dark circus au
◇ masked miracles by @remedyx
hybrid!bts, detective!reader
♧ stay alive by @staytinyville
mythical creatures!bts, supernatural au
☆ trouvaille by @spookyserenades
hybrid!bts, witch!reader, supernatural au, some horror themes
♤ eternally theirs by @imnotlauriane
dragon!bts, soulmates au, knights au
◇ the lucky seven by @riphobisbraces
hybrid!bts, princess!human!reader
♤ emerald gem by @sweetlyskz
hybrid!bts, reader has a farm, strangers to lovers
♧ oh, little red by @jincherie
wolf!yoongi x reader x wolf!jimin, red riding hood au
min yoongi
☆ celestial ruin by @remedyx
fallen angel!yoongi x angel!reader, corruption arc
♤ fxck a fxckboy by @yoongifis
fuckboy!yoongi x smartass!reader
kim taehyung
◇ isn't that what brothers do? by @aris-ink
step brother!taehyung, forbidden romance, dub con
♧ black swan by @aris-ink
step dad!taehyung, manipulation, corruption, cheating
☆new flame by @gimmethatagustd
alpha!taehyung x omega!reader, heat sex
jeon jungkook
♤ family secrets by @aris-ink
step brother!jungkook, dry humping
◇ icarus by @aris-ink
step brother!jungkook, risky/sneaky sex
♧ close by @aft3rhrs
step brother!jungkook, forbidden romance
choi soobin
☆ let's play a game by @anyamaris
soobin x reader x yeosang (ateez), friends to lovers, primal play
♤ closed doors by @last-words-ofashootingstar
soobin x reader x hongjoong, idol au, obsessed!soobin
◇ super shy! by @fairyofshampgyu
shy virgin baker!soobin x experienced reader
♧ i <3 nerds by @enha-cafe
nerdy!soobin secretly a sex god au
multiple members
☆ drippin' by @ncteez
'00 line x reader, friends to lovers, birthday orgy
♤ cookie jar by @neopuppy
step brothers!jeno and jaemin x reader, stuck in a dryer au
♧ sos by @neopuppy
a/b/o, sex pollen au, pollen induced heat/rut
lee jeno
☆ shameless by @neopuppy
step son!jeno x step mom!reader, infidelity, very dub con
♤ hand kink by @jaylaxies
roommates au, hand kink
lee mark
◇ i can help by @recklessmark
step dad!mark, corruption, manipulation, infidelity
ATEEZ rec list pt. 1 | pt. 2
#kpop fic recs#seventeen fic recs#seventeen fic#seventeen smut#seungcheol fic#seungcheol smut#mingyu fic#mingyu smut#seventeen x reader#svt fic#svt smut#stray kids fic recs#stray kids fic#stray kids smut#stray kids fluff#stray kids angst#ot8 x reader#poly skz#bts fic recs#bts fic#bts smut#bts fluff#yoongi fic#yoongi smut#taehyung fic#taehyung smut#jungkook fic#jungkook smut
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NCT Dream who's most likely to have kids in the future.
AN: Okay don't take this seriously, just a thought lol.
Lee Donghyuck
I mean, Haechan did mentioned that he wants to be a father so he's most likely to have kids. I chose two because I feel like he wants his kids to have siblings, ohhh and he's definitely a girl's dad. He'll give them bear onesies especially the matching one. If he had a son, he'll match his outfit with him. He's also very protective of his kids.
Na Jaemin
Yes another one thank you. Not surprised given that he has three children already just kidding. Jaemin is fond with kids that's why he's second. I believe in Na Jaemin girl's dad supremacy and yes two daughters. Two pretty princesses with a pretty Dad. He'll spoil them rotten and give them the cutest room ever, painted pink of course. He's also protective of them and he lets his daughters play with Luna, Lucy, and Luke.
Huang Renjun
Renjun seems to be the type who'll settle when he found the one. He's very endearing and the way he treats Dreamies as his kids, feels like he do want to have kids someday. I feel like he's a boy's dad, he's very familiar with boys that's why he prefer it,,, like does that make sense. And just one, because in this economy,, why would you want more than one? I think he'll be happy with just one kid.
Zhong Chenle
Just like Renjun, Chenle would probably be the type who'll settle once he's really really serious with them. He seems to be the type of dad who'll spoil their son, base from how he treat his nephew and Daegal. I think that he's a girl's dad too! but a son is okay too. Probably the type who will indulge his kids with their hobbies. You like ballet? Okay I will enroll you to a ballet school, you want to be a singer? Okay he'll train them but will not let him sign under SM.
Mark Lee
Mark seems to be more career-driven, so he's at the least likely. If he did had kids someday, I feel like he'll have two, and he's definitely a boy's dad. I feel like the way Mark was raised is also the way he'll raise his kids. Especially with his faith, I know it sounds cheesy but I think that Mark's number one influence in his kids would be his faith.
Park Jisung
This kid, he will die a virgin. Joke, I feel like it'll take time for him to find a significant other and if he did, he'll just have one kid. He's a boy's dad, definitely. And he'll see himself in his son, so he'll cherish him dearly. Maybe accidentally brought him to a dancing class one day so that he can also be a dancer like him.
Lee Jeno
I placed Jeno in the least likely to have kids in the future because I don't know. That's just how his vibe radiates. He'll most likely be like Lee Dongwook in the future. Hot Dilf who's actually childless. He seems to be the type who's contended with his single life with his pet cats. If he did settle down, Jeno would probably have two kids and he can both be a girl's dad and a boy's dad. He seems like a chill father for me too.
#nct dream#nct imagines#nct dream fic#nct#nct fic#nct fluff#nct x reader#nct dream imagine#nct scenarios#nct dream fluff#nct drabbles#nct dream reactions#nct mark#nct renjun#nct jeno#nct haechan#nct jaemin#nct chenle#nct jisung
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ʚ♡⃛ɞ Welcome to starlitmark's February Filth Fest hosted by @sanjoongie & @thelargefrye
ʚ♡⃛ɞ I will be posting a drabble or short fic for every day of February based on the prompts provided by the two lovely ladies mentioned above
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Day Four: Public Sex with Socialite!Chenle ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Five: Auralism & Sensory Deprivation with NSFW Creator!Yunho ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Six: Dacryphilia with Chanhee (New) ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Seven: Voyeurism with Samoyed!Jeno & Mark ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Eight: Experimentalism & Nipple Play with Mingi ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Nine: Long Distance Sex & Praise with Idol!Mingyu ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Ten: Hate Sex with Hyunjae ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Eleven: Somnophilia with Taeyong ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twelve: Mommy Kink with Pixie!Yoshi [Treasure] ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Thirteen: Uniforms with Police Officer!San ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Fourteen: threesome & ritual with Demon!Juyeon & Demon!Eric ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Fifteen: Femdom & Degradation with Jungwoo ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Sixteen: Cockwarming with Producer!Hongjoong ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Seventeen: Body Worshiping with Jacob ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Eighteen: Size Kink with Johnny ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Nineteen: Masturbation & Edging with Jongho ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty: Soft Dom-Sub & Roleplay with Younghoon ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-One: Aphrodisiacs & Overstimulation with Wizard!Kun ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Two: Double Penetration with Chinchilla!Wooyoung & Fennec Fox!Yeosang ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Three: Breeding Kink with Sangyeon ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Four: Pegging & Feminization with Ten ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Five: Free Use & Spit Play with San ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Six: Tentacle Sex with Alien!Kevin ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Seven: Cuckholding with Xiaojun & Hendery ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Eight: Predator-Prey Play with Alaskan Malamute!Mingi &Mernese Mountain Dog!Yunho ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Nine: Gangbang with Idol!Juyeon, Changmin(Q), Haknyeon, & Eric ʚ♡⃛ɞ
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Agora Hills — N.JM & you
wc: corruption kink | sexo violento | leitora virgem | muitos "inhos" e "inhas" | age gap (dentro da lei) | dilf!jaemin | virgin kink (?) | size kink (too much) | dumbfication | deve ter mais coisas, porém é isso :D
gênero: smut e somente smut
n/a: olá, tudo bem? é basicamente minha estreia aqui depois de muito tempo, então minha escrita tá, no mínimo, enferrujada então peço perdão antes de tudo por tudo e qualquer coisa :) <3 bjocas e boa leitura. NÃO DEIXE DE LER OS AVISOS!
Na Jaemin. O que falar sobre Na Jaemin? Bom, desde que entendia-se por gente ouvia esse nome e via esse homem pelos corredores de sua grande casa. Era o melhor amigo do seu pai e você cresceu os ouvindo falar sobre negócios e negociações. Cresceu os vendo viajar juntos para cada lugar dos quatro cantos desse mundo em busca de algo como..Fechar contratos? Não sabia muito bem, nunca dava a mínima na verdade.
O que sabia era que aquele homem sempre roubava seu pai, Lee Jeno, de pertinho de você. Poxa, ficava tão tristinha...Seu pai sempre tão ausente, sempre um "depois eu vejo, minha princesa" para todas as suas cartinhas feitas a mão na escolinha. Suspirava e saía para chorar até a pontinha do nariz ficar avermelhada de tanto fungar.
Só queria atenção.
Todavia fora crescendo e Jaemin continuava ali. Alguma coisa mudou. Mudou porque seu pai sempre foi acostumado a lhe corresponder de longe, mas Na Jaemin parecia sempre corresponder de perto. Ele parecia sempre por perto, sempre nos momentos certos, nas horas certas...Era tão suspeito, mas você era tão bobinha.
Bobinha. Era isso que talvez chamasse atenção do homem. Na verdade era sim, Jaemin já havia assumido a si mesmo o desvio de caráter que tinha ao desejar cegamente a filhinha de seu melhor amigo. Só não aceitava, mas você era tão linda, tão dócil e ultimamente vinha o buscando mais do que o que costumava. Jaemin também não ficava impune nessa, sempre se martirizava ao te buscar pra qualquer pretexto que fosse, só pra te ver toda lindinha em seu quarto cor de rosa. E você ficava linda nesses tons. Queria perdidamente te arruinar.
Ele queria tanto manchar esses tons de rosa bebe.
Você também não entendia nem um pouco essa necessidade que sentia da aprovação de Na Jaemin, não entendia o porque de seu corpinho pedir a presença dele 24/7 nem que fosse pra um mínimo sorriso ou boa noite sussurrado quando você passava por ele e seu pai na sala de estar, pronta e vestidinha para encontrar suas amigas de cursinho.
Na verdade não entendia nadinha sobre o que seu corpo sentia com um mísero olhar do homem mais velho sobre seu corpinho vestido e enfeitado de laços cintilantes. Era um frio que vinha da espinha e esbarrava entre suas perninhas. Corava porque desconhecia.
As vezes chegava a suspirar.
Nossa, era um sentimento tão ruinzinho quando alguma de suas amigas atrevidas perguntava mais sobre aquele homem tomando uísque na sala de sua casa ao lado de seu pai.
Como acontecia exatamente agora.
— O que vocês acham que eles estão conversando? parece tãao chato, mas ele é tão atraente...não acha, ____?
Era Yeri quem falava pelos cotovelos e você sem perceber já tava' carrancuda, respirando fundo com o queixo descasando contra a palma da mãozinha cheirando a hidratante de morangos.
— Eles estão sempre falando das mesmas coisas...E ele é um chato. — você falou baixinho, revirando os olhos e virando o rostinho em direção a grande janela de vidro que exibia a perfeita visão de seu pai e Jaemin naquela enorme sala com iluminação amarelada.
Seu corpo quase tiltou quando os olhos ambíguos do homem encontraram os seus tão rasos e indefesos. Não soube como sair daquele looping, somente quando Dahyun a cotucou.
— Meu Deus, ele tá olhando! Será que percebeu a nossa conversa? — ela parecia muito eufórica e antes que você desviasse assustada viu o Na sorrir lentamente, sacana demais enquanto levava o copo de uísque aos lábios bonitos.
Sua barriga deu um nó. Um nó gostoso. Aquela porra daquela sensação deliciosamente desesperadora.
O que poderia fazer a respeito? Não sabia, vivia aquele drama diariamente. Aquela maldita sensação melecada entre as perninhas e era sempre um alívio – ou quase – quando esfregava elas uma na outra em sua cama quentinha durante a madrugada.
E se perguntou de repente em pensamentos se o Na sentia a mesma coisa, ou se estava ficando maluca... Coisa assim. Ele nunca perceberia uma pirralha como você, mas e se talvez perguntasse? Não era uma má ideia, era? Inferno, você era tão ingênua.
Yeri estalou os dedos na frente de seu rosto e você então acordou do transe novamente, aflita sorriu para a amiga e viu que talvez já não estivesse bem para estar naquela grande varanda a noite com suas amigas.
— Alô? Amiga, tá' tudo bem? Tipo, seu pai acabou de sair daqui às pressas e você nem notou...— Yeri relatou apontando para a Ferrari de seu pai que já fazia toda a manobra para sair daquele grande terreno de sua casa.
— T-tá tudo bem, sim... Meninas, eu vou precisar entrar...P-preciso fazer algumas coisas do meu trabalho individual do curso...— não havia desculpa melhor naquele instante, sua cabeça estava um pouco sobrecarregada. Seu corpinho tava' sobrecarregado.
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— Onde ele foi? – no fundo você sabia bem onde Lee Jeno havia ido e com toda certeza era algum caso, como de costume. Lembra-se bem do dia em que sua mamãe a deixou por conta disso e ela não pensou duas vezes e sequer olhou para trás. Sentia-se tão sozinha.
O Na então deixou o copo de vidro sobre a mesinha de centro onde também havia muito material de trabalho, papeladas e tudo mais. Por trás do grande sofá você o olhou nos olhos, aqueles olhos intensos e preguiçosos. Aquela sensação toda correndo por cada lugarzinho do seu corpo. Apertou o estofado entre os dedinhos e esperou uma resposta, mas tudo o que recebeu fora o homem mais velho batendo de levinho ao seu lado no sofá. Você travou tentando saber se era realmente aquilo que havia entendido, pois poucas as vezes havia estado tão pertinho dele.
Mordeu o lábio e esperou uma confirmação, essa que veio até mais rápido que o esperado.
— Vem aqui, lindinha, vem... Senta aqui, eu não mordo, você sabe... — havia algo sobre aquilo que não te cheirava bem e talvez fosse a maneira que entre suas perninhas latejava ou como sua nuca arrepiou, mas resolveu ignorar e caminhar quase que receosamente até onde o Na indicou.
A voz dele lhe atormentava noites a fio. Tudo sobre ele. Tudo sobre ele pairava na sua cabecinha de uma forma que talvez já fosse o estopim.
Engoliu em seco e sentou-se ao lado dele. Os pezinhos com meias soquete estavam no ar devido ao seu minúsculo tamanho e percebeu isso porque se sentiu tão reduta ao lado dele, principalmente quando ele te mirou. O cheiro dele te deixou um pouco tonta, então encostou-se no assento fofinho com aqueles olhinhos de boneca brilhantes em direção ao mesmo. Aquele homem ficaria louco e no laudo estaria escrito seu belo nome.
E não, não era somente você...Jaemin só queria te por no colo e foder cada cantinho do seu corpo jovial. Sua aura virginal o enlouquecia e ele tinha certeza que ver você corada e choramingando entre gemidos seria demais para ele.
Mordeu a boquinha coberta de gloss de cerejas e mirou o rosto do homem ao seu lado, balançando as perninhas você suspirou lentinho descendo por toda a feição rígida de Jaemin...Desde aquelas sobrancelhas harmoniosas até o pomo-de-adão ressaltado.
— Onde está o papai...? — sua voz era baixinha, quase lacrimando e não sabia se de tesão ou de carência. Talvez ambos. Queria tanto saber que sabor teria a boca daquele a sua frente e ficou como uma pimenta, avermelhada, somente em cogitar selar os lábios do melhor amigo de seu pai, então teve que – por impulso – desviar rapidamente, mirando as próprias coxas sob a sainha plissada e reparando o quão prensadas elas pareciam.
Jaemin percebera, ele sabia... Ele sabia de absolutamente tudo. Ele sempre soube, pois você era burrinha, era burrinha e descuidada...Sempre mordendo os lábios ou com aquelas perninhas esfregando uma na outra e ele se perguntou qual sabor seu melzinho teria. Puta merda, ele jurou que poderia ficar louco. Sua mente era seu maior martírio e ele estava pertinho de pedir arrego como um covarde. Ou não, veja bem...ele tentou por tanto tempo.
Jaemin era um homem podre por te querer tanto assim? Por querer te fazer choramingar enquanto acostuma como seu pau grosso indo tão fundo? Por Deus, ele só queria te ouvir implorar para ter calma. Fechou o punho e passou a mão desde o rosto até os cabelos, cansado ele afrouxou a gravata e isso não passou despercebido sob seus olhinhos.
A tensão era palpável e qualquer um perceberia a metros de distância.
— Seu pai precisou sair e bom, como sempre somos eu e você, pirralha.
A voz rouca lhe fez apertar ainda mais as coxas miúdas e ele assistia tudo se perguntando até onde iria sua conduta e de como Jeno repetiu inúmeras vezes um "cuida da minha menina"...Pois bem, ele cuidaria muito bem.
Engoliu porque já esperava aquela resposta, mas não esperava o que viria a seguir dela;
— Vamos dar uma volta? Comer alguma coisa, hm? — ele sugeriu tirando alguns fios de cabelo de cima do seu gloss, pondo atrás de sua delicada orelha. Seu coração parecia que iria explodir dentro do peito e seus olhinhos miraram aquele cuidado.
— Eu e você, senhor Na? — ele sorriu tão próximo ouvindo aquilo sair de sua boquinha.
— Você e eu. — ele assentiu devagar quase bêbado.
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Eram por volta das duas da manhã e você estava dentro do carro importado de Na Jaemin em um rumo que sequer conhecia. Ele era bonito em absolutamente tudo o que fazia, mas dirigindo havia lhe feito quase explodir com aquelas sensações conflitantes. Algo sobre a madrugada ao lado de Na Jaemin enquanto comia seu fast food no banco do carona.
Era folgada apesar de tudo, folgada e abusada e provocava aquele homem de formas indiretas, quase inocente. Jaemin tinha a paciência de um monge e já poderia subir aos céus somente pela sua resistência dos deuses aquele corpinho jovial que pedia uma surra de pica. Ele estava por um fio e suas perninhas jogadas ali na visão do homem enquanto seus pezinhos ainda de meias descansavam preguiçosos sobre o painel de seu carro não ajudava tanto assim em sua sanidade.
Porra, quem ele queria enganar? Valia a pena perder Jeno e sua amizade de longa data a troco de comer sua filha? Valia.
As ruas estavam calmas, os sinais vermelhos eram ultrapassados e você sorria encantada por isso pois, talvez, aquilo fosse a coisa mais ilegal que já havia feito em 19 anos de sua vida. Seu centro não parava de latejar um instante, nem o frio daquela noite era o suficiente para a quentura que sentia perto de Na Jaemin.
— Senhor Na? — sussurrou audível e balançou uma perninha para lá e para cá sem se importar se estava de saia ou não pois seu corpinho pedia e te guiava aquele comportamento devasso perto do homem.
Era inexplicável e ele percebia isso.
— uh? — ele perguntou em um grunhido, observando a rua com aquela camisa meio aberta no peitoral marcado e você quase esquecera o que queria perguntar.
— Senhora Na, o senhor já é bem vivido, não é? — perguntou docilmente ingênua e aquilo deixou o homem em um estado sorridente e quase em êxtase.
Sua ingenuidade o deixava de pau duro, era essa a verdade. Duro. Duro pra caralho. pronto para afundar e fazer um estrago em seu pequeno corpo e ele se perguntava se você aguentaria aquilo tudo. Era perversa, a mente de Na Jaemin era perversa.
Ele apenas assentiu ainda guiando o carro pelas avenidas de Agora Hills na maior tranquilidade do mundo – pelo menos por fora.
— E-eu tenho uma dúvida e...Bom, eu não tenho ninguém...— e percebeu que era mais solitária do que imaginava.
Então ele te olhou depois de tanto evitar e não podia mentir para si mesmo que você daquele jeito tão exposto não tava' o deixando quase de bolas azuis. Por qual razão tinha que parecer tão errado? Ele era mais velho, bem mais velho mas e daí?
— Pode falar, pirralha...o Nana pode tentar te ajudar, você sabe que sim...
E não haveria outro momento ou outra forma. Era algo normal, não era? Seu tesão fodido por aquele homem.
— Nana, o que é-... bom... eu não sei, sinto algo estranho quando t-tô com o senhor e-...
O homem freou calmamente, mas por dentro ele estava em uma euforia inexplicável.
— Estranho? — e você assentiu. — Estranho como, lindinha? Diz pro nana o que você sente e como sente, diz...
Você ainda segurava o milkshake mas não consumia, fechou então as perninhas e pressionou o quando pôde buscando alívio pra aquela sensação que só piorava. Os olhinhos aguados mirou o homem mais velho ao seu lado. Jaemin observando tudo tocou ali, tocou sua coxa de forma cínica, te encorajando.
— Formigando... As vezes lateja e eu não sei como fazer isso passar, Nana! entre as minhas perninhas... e todas as noites eu sinto isso... então eu fecho elas e procuro algum alívio...alguma coisa...q-qualquer coisa, senhor n-na... — apertou o milshake nas mãozinhas bem cuidadas e mirou a rua vazia. Seu peito subia e descia tão rudemente e não sabia como controlar, mas também não havia tanto pudor afinal era um universo de coisas sujas que não conhecia nem a pontinha do iceberg.
Jaemin mirou-te devagar, perspicaz pois cada passo a seguir poderia ser incerto, porque no fundo no fundo Jaemin não era um completo filho da puta, ele sabia que aquilo não era moralmente correto apesar de sua maioridade. Meu deus, você era apenas uma boneca. Uma bonequinha...E ele estava duro. Engoliu em seco e em um silencio torturante guiou o carro outra vez, em uma velocidade absurda.
Sua adrenalina estava a mil e se perguntava se havia sido uma boa ideia ter exposto aquilo, por mais curiosa que fosse poderia ter guardado um pouco mais para si. Algo sobre a expressão rigidamente seria do Na te deixava apreensiva, apreensiva e ainda mais meladinha ali. Ele estava indo de volta a sua casa, conhecia o caminho.
— S-senhor Na...fala alguma coisa, e-eu...— procurou formular alguma coisa, e quando ele fizera a curva para sua residência tocou sua perna novamente, então a diferença de tamanhos ficou mais aparente e aquelas coisas crescendo cada vez mais dentro de si.
Jaemin mirou suas coxas macias e pensou o quão sua mão poderia marcar aquela pele bonita, doce e virgem. Seu cacete marcava na calça social e você percebeu, corada pelas inumeras sensações se perguntou o que estava acontecendo. O que em si havia o deixado daquela maneira.
Doía tanto nele quanto doía em você?
O milkshake havia perdido o sabor, a noite parecia ainda mais fria tendo em consideração seu corpinho febril e só queria que aquela tortura passasse. Queria respostas. Queria resoluções. Queria Na Jaemin. Queria beijá-lo e...queria tantas coisas que seu corpinho pedia. Queria atar um nó aquele homem. Queria expor a cada amiga sua o quão aquele homem poderia ser seu. Chegava a suspirar...
E Na Jaemin queria você, porra como ele queria...
Queria exibir você tanto quanto você queria.
A boneca dele. A bonequinha de Na Jaemin.
E ele iria. Foda-se, ele iria.
Jaemin estacionou o carro em um solavanco e você segurou-se o mirando curiosamente amedrontada. Antes que pudesse questionar ele havia saído e dado a volta, estourando a camisa nos antebraços abriu a porta do passageiro te puxando pelo bracinho deixando ali a primeira marca do dia. Praticamente te arrastou para dentro de casa e seu corpo arrepiava incompreendida se de frio ou...por aquilo. Não relutou, apenas balbuciou algumas coisas que nem você mesma estava ouvindo. Tinha o irritado? Por qual motivo aquilo te excitava tanto?
Ele era tão forte. Só deu por si quando Jaemin subiu as escadas até o seu quarto onde a fez sentar-se na cama e sentir-se tão miúda diante de tanta fúria.
Daquela posição poderia ver todo o corpo forte do Na, e meu Deus ele era perfeito. O peitoral marcado em uma formosa harmonia com seus braços enormes que chegava a apertar o tecido da camisa social... Os antebraços a mostra e as veias correndo até suas mãos e logo ali embaixo a calça preta marcava o pau grande e fodidamente duro.
Se pegou suspirando alto e os olhinhos presos ali naquela protuberância; esfregou as coxas e então mirou o homem nos olhos novamente. Tão linda, você era tão linda, tão miúda, tão perfeita...Jaemin iria acabar com você e sentia dó.
— Mostra pra' mim como você se alivia, mostra...— ele então ditou rouco, a voz embebida de tesão. Os dedos foram até a própria camisa, abrindo com uma pressa controlada. — Mostra pro Nana, boneca...
Você engoliu o que parecia espinhos e corada prensou as coxas uma na outra, esfregando devagar e precisa enquanto suspirava e mirava o homem ali em pé lhe observando quebrar, derreter, despedaçar a olho nu. Totalmente exposta e por mais que não conhecesse nada do universo adulto sentia que aquilo era humilhante, no mínimo, mas a deixava mais molhada, a deixava mais afoita por um atrito que fosse na sua bucetinha pois somente suas coxas esfregando não era mais suficiente.
Mordeu o lábio e faltou soluçar, os olhinhos já formando lágrimas prazerosas e de puro desespero. Jaemin franziu o cenho ao abrir a camisa inteira, nunca tirando os olhos dos seus. Nunca deixando de reparar em como você era burrinha e não conhecia o próprio corpinho. Ele sentiu dó de imaginar como você se aliviava, porque àquilo não parecia surtir efeito algum.
Você esfregava e esfregava, apertava e apertava. os pezinhos roçando devido ao atrito e aquelas malditas meias ainda estavam ali. Jaemin viu a primeira lágrima escorrer de seus lindos olhinhos quando ele tocou a fivela do cinto e desfez. Segurou um próprio grunhido e apertou o cacete entre os dedos ao te ver desesperada.
Desespero era sim uma boa palavra.
— N-nana...! — suplicou baixinho e o soluço finalmente saiu. se você estava devastada com absolutamente nada, quem dirá quando ele te tocasse de verdade. — N-nana me a-ajuda...e-eu... meu D-deus...Nana faz i-isso passar...
Era muito tesão para alguém tão compacta. Ele sorriu maldoso te vendo desmoronar e sentiu que precisava de mais...
— É assim que se alivia pensando em mim? — você apenas assentiu e ele já estava com a calça social aberta.
Jaemin não era macio e infelizmente não era agora que iria ser. Ele tinha um carinho especial por ti, talvez até amasse, mas a sua imundicie sobressaia afinal ele fantasiava sobre como te destruir seria prazeroso. Porra, como ele sonhava...e estava literalmente acontecendo.
Sua bucetinha estava tão molhadinha e bem no seu ventre uma contração gostosinha acontecia e então você tocou ali. Nada passava despercebido por Jaemin, seu olhar preguiçoso era perspicaz e matador.
— Porra, você é tão linda, boneca... — a mão do Na tocou sua bochecha e foi quase instintivo virar o rostinho e deixar um beijinho ali, fechando os olhinhos sentiu o cheiro das mãos masculinas, o mirando após sair de sua viagem pessoal.
— Sou a sua boneca, nana? — sua vozinha estava mais manhosa que o normal.
— Sim...uma boneca...linda...perfeita para mim. Vai pra' pertinho das suas pelúcias e deita, hm?
Devagar seu corpinho mexeu-se até ali, associando lentamente cada informação. Deitou a cabeça contra um dos seus grandes ursinhos, sentindo o cheirinho de baunilha das próprias coisas.
Seu quarto era enfeitado em tons pasteis e aquilo estranhamente enlouquecia o homem que agora subia também em sua cama. Aquele contraste imoral estava deixando ambos fora de si, ainda mais quando ele abriu suas perninhas e ficou ali ajoelhado entre estas, suspirando pesado e apertando suas carnes nos dedos grandes e bonitos.
Você era menor ainda quando ele se sobressaia dessa forma, totalmente palpável e nada era dificuldade para Jaemin em seu corpinho.
— Eu vou arruinar você...
— h-hm? — questinou e sentiu a palma da mão quente de Jaemin bem em seu pescoço, bem como um aviso e seu coração errou uma batida.
— Quieta. Shhh...— avisou mirando você tão de perto e aquilo te arrepiou, só nao mais que o beijo que ele lhe dera em seguida.
Puta que pariu, ele realmente havia te beijado.
Jaemin suspirou alto ao te ouviu grunhir tentando acompanhar aquele ósculo. Era tudo completamente novo e tão bom. A língua daquele homem fazia sua bucetinha latejar e seus choramingos a deixava com a passagem totalmente livre para ele te engolir e foder sua boquinha com a língua.
— Cadela...! — Jaemin rosnou contra sua boca e chupou sua linguinha antes mesmo que contestasse, rasgando com facilidade sua blusinha de cetim caro.
O tecido rosa rasgando a assustou, mas foi tão bom quanto aquele xingamento.
A mão do homem saiu de seu pescocinho até sua nuca e a guiou outra vez em mais um beijo molhado, descendo desde seu pequeno lábio até seu colo quente e exposto.
A boca de Jaemin era quente como lava e sentir ele próximo de seus peitinhos estava a deixando ansiosa.
— S-senhor N-na...! — a voz dengosa fez o pau do homem pulsar e uma das mãos agarrar seu peitinho direito com fúria quase machucando, mas era exatamente isso que ele queria.
Não respondera, apenas a olhou e iniciou uma sucção em seu biquinho endurecido. O homem estava nos céus tanto quanto você. Sua boca abriu-se em um gemido perdido e Jaemin poderia jurar que era o paraíso, um combo simplesmente perfeito de mamar em seus peitinhos e te ver suplicando por isso. Seus dedinhos subindo nos cabelos da nuca do homem mais velho ali, quase cobrindo seu corpinho inteiro com o próprio.
— p-por favor...por favor...— Pediu com todo seu ser por mais porque ao mesmo tempo que atiçava seu centro aquilo curava. Era a primeira vez na vida que sentia algo verdadeiro.
Abriu-se de fato como uma cadela, abrigando aquele homem ali sentindo-o chupar seus biquinhos como se não já estivessem sensibilizados demais, como se não estivessem vermelhinhos e pontudinhos demais. Jaemin não queria parar por nada nesse mundo, então simultaneamente tocou sua pequena buceta coberta pela calcinha de algodão e porra, estava encharcada, pingando... Ele mordeu devagarinho seu biquinho esquerdo para descontar aquela ansiedade nivelada em luxúria e seu gemidinho o destruiu.
E seus olhos encontram-se.
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Seus peitinhos estavam destruídos e sua calcinha já havia sido rasgada da mesma forma que sua blusinha. Agora tudo o que tinha em seu corpinho eram suas meias e a mini-saia plissada.
Jaemin segurava o pau pesado entre os dedos e bombeava toda aquela pré-porra entre os dedos. Grunhiu mirando a sua entradinha rosada e melecada completamente exposta para ele e exclusivamente dele.
O homem rosnou esfregando com força contra seu botãozinho, misturando a pré-porra ao seu melzinho. O nervosismo fazia um mix com sua vontade intensa daquilo e resultava em sua bucetinha praticamente jorrando.
— N-nana...— pediu baixinho mordendo o dedinho, chamando por aquele homem que esfregava o cacete em você com toda sua vontade.
Ele era tão lindo e aquilo parecia surreal. Queria que o mundo inteiro soubesse que estava prestes a ser dele. Queria se gabar. Sentia-se de fato a boneca de Na Jaemin.
Se seu pai sonhasse ao menos com isso...Porra, como Jaemin era sujo. Imundo. Perverso.
E você amava isso mais que tudo.
Arreganhada ali você se perguntou se aquilo tudo caberia dentro de si, tendo em vista que estava tao sensibilizada pelo orgasmo que o na havia lhe dado com os dedos. porra, ele ia tão fundo e te fazia abrir-se inteira so com aqueles olhos.
Olhava quietinha e hipnotizada para aquele pau...tão grande, grosso...melado e avermelhado... as veias saltavam e pulsavam. Jaemin parecia depender daquilo...os cabelos grudados na testa suada e gotas desciam por suas temporas.
Perfeito. Queria lamber ele inteiro, mas tudo o que conseguia era mira-lo como uma puta burra. Ofegante.
Jaemin sorriu sacana e dera uma primeira investida, sentindo sua entradinha tão fechada resistir expulsando-o, então voltou a esfregar.
— Porra...tão apertada...como vou fazer caber isso tudinho aqui dentro, hm? — ele era imundo e tinha uma boca imunda. Grunhiu manhosa também imaginando. Suadinha você chupou o próprio indicador o olhando com os olhinhos lacrimados. — Acabei de dedar essa bucetinha, boneca...sabe que o nana tem que entrar, não sabe?
Assentiu e ele forçou-se para dentro, rosnando grosseiro ao adentrar a cabecinha bem ali. Ele te ouviu choramingando e barrou sua tentativa de fechar as perninhas, segurando com as mãos ásperas.
— Nananinanao...onde tá' sua obediência? Abre as pernas.
— D-doi...Nana...
— Abre. as. pernas. — e ele te abriu como se fosse nada enquanto usava de sua voz profunda. Você soluçou e o viu posicionar-se perfeitamente para foder até mesmo sua alma. — Você me pediu e eu vou te ajudar...se oferece dentro do meu carro como uma vadia mimada e carente e agora simplesmente quer fechar essas perninhas lindas...
Segurou sua bochecha apenas pra te da um leve solavanco para o lado e socar os dedos fundo em sua garganta enquanto se força pra dentro do seu cantinho apertado e úmido. Grunhiu agarrando as pelúcias acima de sua cabeça ao sentir aquele homem lhe tirar totalmente a pureza de uma vez.
O tamanho de Jaemin inteiro entrando ali, esticando sua bucetinha a todo custo, fodendo seu espacinho e reivindicando o lugar dele. Jaemin gemia rouco a cada centímetro abrigado e naquela posição tão exposta só se deu conta de seu limite quando ele socou até o último centímetro e finalmente sentiu o colinho de seu útero. Cheia, completamente cheia. Franziu o cenho com os olhinhos cheios e a boca lotada dos dedos de Jaemin enquanto levava uma de suas mãos até o abdômen do homem tão próximo de si, o avisando que era demais para si.
Ele sorrira e tirou sem nenhum esforço, girando os quadris e suspirando de olhos fechados com seu interior quentinho quase o esmagando.
— Tão miúda...minha boneca, tão pequenina...agora não é mais uma mocinha...já era...agora é minha...minha cadelinha burra...olha o que você fez... — ele saiu lentamente e voltou com intensidade, arruinando seu interior dando adeus a sua virgindade. Você sentiu a lágrima descer num misto de sensações. Estava no céu e no inferno ao mesmo tempo. — fodendo com o melhor amigo do seu pai...dentro do seu quarto...pra onde vai a sua honra, hm? p-porra como aperta, bebezinha...
Ele grunhiu impulsionou o quadril novamente te moldando inteira. Se sentia cheia, completamente cheia de pau. perguntou-se como conseguiu leva-lo, porem sempre que ele batia lá percebia que ele era demais para si. Queria ser uma boa menina, queria levar tudo.
Te segurar quietinha enquanto os quadris fortes dele desciam a pancada contra os seus não era nada demais, você era mais que maleável e não era nada para aqueles braços enormes que te mantinham abertinha.
Revirou os olhinhos e não conseguia expor nada além de choramingos encobertos de suplicas incompreensíveis. Completamente burra. Jaemin socava e socava e socava com tanta vontade que se perdia completamente sem perceber a força usada, mas aquele homem sabia o que fazer.
Os cabelos suados e agora todo o peitoral bem como encoberto de arranhões. Jaemin rosnou e o manteve dentro te vendo soltar um gemido mudo, e ele sorriu puxando seu lábio numaa mordida.
— Tão bobinha...tão burrinha...apertada...uma bucetinha tão boa de destruir...eu já comi tantas mulheres na minha vida, ____...mas nenhuma delas tinha essa buceta de ninfeta gostosa que você tem...porra! — uma pancada relativamente forte teria a tirado do lugar se não fossem as mãos fortes do Na a mantendo ali.
E ele voltou com vontade, sentindo que não duraria tanto assim e você não estava diferente, porque a cabeça do pau de Jaemin atingia repetidamente seu lugarzinho alarmante naquela posição e queria por tudo sentir aquilo outra vez, ainda mais cheia daquele homem.
— N-nana...m-me destroi...por f-favor..— suplicou sem pensar segurando o rosto suado do homem e o viu ofegar, assistiu cada expressão prazerosa daquele canalha enquanto contraia contra a grossura do mesmo.
— a-ahn...n-nana...— chamava. suplicava. pedia...manhava.
Ele fechou os olhos enquanto movimentava o quadril e os sons cada vez mais melados indicava que ambos estavam próximos do que seria o fim. Jaemin era um homem resistente e sentiu sua bucetinha apertar, mostrando que estava gozando e todo seu corpinho tremelicou sob o dele. A sensibilidade á mil e seus gemidos finos e alarmantes enquanto ele perseguia o próprio fim.
Iria ser o bom filho da puta que era, iria encher seu útero. Iria inundar. Guardou aquela porra por tanto tempo pra sua menininha. Jaemin enterrou o rosto bem na curva de seu pescocinho e gemeu enquanto acelerou e com forca desmedida estocou sua bucetinha ardida.
Não aguentava mais, estava sensível. Era dolorido na mesma medida que era gostoso. Suas perninhas balançando e seu corpinho no mesmo ritmo agressivo daquele homem por cima de você. Sua bucetinha sofria toda a ira de Na Jaemin.
Merda, tantas noites ele fantasiou com isso...
— A-ah, caralho...! — ele clamou e você gritou manhosa quando ele bateu outra vez em seu colo, contraindo.
Cada vez mais bruto e seu corpo dava sinais de que talvez fosse demais.
— n-nana...! p-papai...! papai...— e aí foi o fim daquele pobre homem.
Ele enterrou-se em seu canalzinho e nem se importou em perceber que talvez machucasse, mas tinha percebido sua tendência a gostar daquilo. Jaemin deu a melhor esporrada de sua vida...gozou tanto que era possível sentir cada pulsada dele dentro de você. Gemeu longamente manhosa enquanto se apertava inteira naquela dorzinha gostosa que era te-lo inteiro enterrado dentro de si e teve seu terceiro orgasmo.
A respiração ofegante de ambos denunciava que aquilo havia sido bem mais que intenso...Estava como Jaemin prometeu que te deixaria; destruída.
n/f: sinta-se a vontade para comentar e críticas construtivas serão bem vindas nas minhas ask ou chat :)) qualquer comentário maldoso será ignorado e apagado. xoxo.
#joy things#nct dream#nct smut#smut#jaemin smut#jaemin#na jaemin#nct dream smut#nct dream imagines#Spotify
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horny dad jaehyun
hands off || jeong.j
genre: fluff and smut
warnings: creampie, horny dad!jaehyun, clit play, dirty talking, sexual touching, groping (ass and tits), nipple kink (sucking and pinching), unprotected sex missionary and riding.
pairing: horny dilf!jaehyun x milf!reader,, extras: dreamies (no mark, sorry!), jaemin as the son and sungchan as the baby brother!
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“mom! dad! i’m home from school! and i brought some friends!” jaemin shouts and tucks his keys away into his backpack.
“welcome home, hon. hi, boys.” you greet the group of teens. “you boys hungry?” you adjust the child on your right hip. “ah, we just had tteokbokki, ma.” jaemin throws a frown towards you. “oh, that’s okay. just let me know if you boys are hungry or bored.”
they all nod before running off to jaemins room.
you turn when hearing heavy breathing. “hey, babe. did you fix rubies sink?” rubie is the seventy-six year old neighbor who lived alone and behind your house. “yep— she tried paying me again, but i declined it.” he yanks his shirt off and uses it to wipe his sweat.
“such a sweet old lady.” you walk up to him and you lift yourself on your tiptoes while pressing your lips onto his.
“is jaemin home now?” you nod, adjusting the boy on your hip again. “he is— and he brought some of his friends. i totally forgot that he’d asked me last week if he could have some friends over to spend the night. i mean, i didn’t even get food and snacks and drinks— oh, my.” you sigh dramatically and jaehyun chuckles. “i can run to the store and get some things for them. board games, snacks, juice, movies, dinner?”
you grin in relief. “i’m so thankful to have you.” you press your hand on his chest before leaning up and pressing your lips onto his again. “and i’m very thankful to have you.” he stares at your lips as you pull away.
the boy on your hip starts to fuss as jaehyun pats your hips. “ooohh’m, you getting mad?” you push your lips out at the boy who starts to whine. “you hungry? mm’okay, let’s get some nummy food.” your husband stares down at you with the toothy and goofiest grin.
“hi, sweet boy. did you just wake up from your nap?” jaehyun asks— after all, the child cried for hours because of a small fever. “what a cutie.” jaehyun lightly pinches the boys cheek.
you frown as the boy starts to whine. “awww, is daddy being mean? say, no daddy. be nice.” you mimic a baby voice and jaehyun laughs.
“alright, i’ll go get the stuff and you’ll feed sungchan?” you nod and jaehyun plants a kiss on your forehead. “okay, i’ll be back in an hour or so.” he says checking his watch. “‘kay, love you.” you lean forward. “love you more.” he presses his lips onto yours before he swipe his phone, keys and wallet off the kitchen counter and leave.
it was 8PM and dinner was finished.
“jaemin, sweetheart, do you mind doing the dishes before you go play games with dad and your friends?” jaemin nods, quickly finishing his bowl before coming over to you. “thanks, hon.” you side-hug him and press a kiss on his temple.
“mrs jeong, may i know how you made this dish? i want to make it for my mom one day.” haechan asks and you grin.
you were gonna get into this. “i diced some garlic into small pieces and let it simmer in some oil. then i added some meat and let it cook for a bit until adding some oyster sauce and some chili powder. then i added some buk-choi after the meat was cooked.”
the group of boys hum. “did you guys—? oohh, no! channie!” you gasp when seeing channie covered in baby food.
you make your way to the boy who giggles. “he looks like an actual sandman character!” jeno points out making sungchan giggle even more. “is that’s funny, channie?” you ask the boy who tosses his arms up.
“now, we definitely have to give you a bath tonight.” you sigh, undoing the tray from his high-chair and unbuckling him out. “okay, well you boys do what you want— i’m gonna go give this little boy a bath.” you tickle his belly making him giggle.
they watch as you leave upstairs. “what a milf.” haechan makes a comment and earns a smack to his head from jaemin who returns from the kitchen. “i’m sorry.” he hangs his head low and quickly apologizes. “don’t make those comments about my mom.” jaemin grits his teeth and curls his lip.
“alright boys,” jaehyun comes into the dining room and claps his hands together. “you boys ready to play some games? i set it all up.” they quickly cheer and hop out of their seats.
“is everyone comfortable?” you ask after the movie is finished. “yes!” they all answer and you grin.
it was 11PM and they’d just finish playing games, meanwhile you had to put sungchan to bed before wishing the boys a goodnight.
“goodnight, kiddos. sweet dreams and, don’t let the bedbugs bite. tomorrow we’ll get up early and i’ll make some delicious breakfast for us before we head out and mess around.” you shut the light off and they all wish you a goodnight as you shut the door.
you sigh as you make your way to your bedroom. “hi, baby.” jaehyun was yanking off his shirt when he greets you. “hi, hon.” you tiredly grin, swiping your shirt off and grab the shirt he had just took off.
“ah,” his head turns to you. “baby, that’s dir—?” he pauses and clears his throat. “your.. you aren’t wearing a bra.” you toss the shirt over your head. “yeah, i didn’t feel like wearing one today.” you fix the shirt.
you look up to see your husband flushed.
after being married for years, he’d always get shy when seeing you naked.
“uhm,” he clears his throat. “i’ve been wearing that shirt all day, im sure it’s dirty. how about we get you a clean one of mine from the closet—?” you press your lips together. “mm, i guess you have a point.”
he gulps as you swipe the shirt off again. “or.. or you don’t have to wear a shirt to bed, tonight?” a smile grows on your lips. “i guess we could also do that.” he gets giddy as you toss the shirt.
“i feel.. so exposed?” you laugh and cover yourself. “what? no, no. you look so beautiful.” he takes a step closer and cups your breast from underneath.
with puppy eyes, he looks at you. “may i?” you knew what he wanted, so you nodded.
he picked you up and places you on the dresser under the TV. his mouth is then attached to you nipple after you had wrapped your arms around his neck.
he groans in satisfaction.
you tasted like sweet honey.
you run your fingers through his semi-wet hair. taking a fistful of it from the scalp. you chew on your bottom lip, not wanting to be loud as you moan quietly.
he tongue swirls around your hard nipple and sucks. he bites down making you gasp a bit. “mr jeong,” you say in a teasing tone. he groans around your nipple, again and lifts you off the dresser.
he lays you down on the bed and climbs on top of you. “my pretty lady.” he whispers, swiping your nipple with his thumb. “such a pretty.. pretty lady.” he undoes his sweats and hisses when grazing his rock-hard cock.
“feel what you do to me, baby.” he brings your hand down and allows you to fist his cock. “oh, baby.” he groans, hiding his face into your neck.
you lift his head and look down at his plumped lips. “you’re so loud, baby. do you want to wake up the boys?” jaehyun groans and brings his red face back into the crook of your neck. you grab his hand and push aside your panties, placing his hand on your core.
“fuck, you’re so wet.” jaehyun sighs and slips in two fingers making you arch your back off the bed. “and only for you.” you whisper and jaehyun flips the two of you over.
“ride me, baby.” jaehyun says, his pink cock sitting against his abdomen while your pussy drips.
you stand his cock up and sink yourself down on his cock. long extended groans leaving jaehyun and your throats.
“fuck.” jaehyun squeezes your waist and slowly pushes up. “slow.” you say, hands around his wrists. “whatever you want, baby.” jaehyun guides your hips back and forth.
your clit rubbing against his base as you moan under your breath.
you sigh and lower your upper half down, pressing your breasts firmly against jaehyuns chest. “how does it feel, baby?”
like your head weighted 300 pounds.
“feels.. so amazing.” jaehyun holds your hips still and pushes up his hips. “sit still and let me hear how pretty you sound.” jaehyun grunts and slides his hand down your ass cheek.
your moans and whimpers growing louder and louder by each second. “j—jae, i—i’m gonna cum.” you gasp and arch your chest against jaehyuns. “go ahead, baby. cum for me.”
jaehyun fucks you through your orgasm. “ah—!” jaehyun winces at your teeth digging into his shoulder. “fuck, baby.” jaehyun groans and plows harder. his balls flying up and smacking against your ass.
“b—babe!” jaehyun covers your mouth when you accidentally scream too loud. but, you could care less. your g-spot was busy being assaulted by his tip. “and, i—im the loud one?” jaehyun laughs.
after several more minutes, jaehyun releases his load with a groan. his teeth attacking your flesh while his cum dribbles past your lips.
jaehyun flips the two of you over and pushes himself up, his cock slowly drawing out. “round two?” you ask and jaehyun smirks. “of course, baby.” you groan and jaehyun laughs.
“i’ll do the work, momma.” jaehyun holds your legs up and hangs them over his shoulders.
“oh, my god.” you gasp and place your hand on jaehyuns hip when he pushes in. “shh, lets not wake up the boys and ruin mommy and daddy time.” jaehyun spanks your ass.
you grab the pillow and cover your face, muffling your screams and moans. “you’re so cute when you do that.” jaehyun rubs the stinging area where jaehyun had smacked just a few seconds ago.
“your pussy feels so good, baby.” jaehyun places his thumb on your clit and your hips stutter. “s—stop!” you hold his hand but he grabs your hand and pushes it away.
you clench around him and jaehyun lands another smack on your ass. “don’t tease me like that, baby.”
you and jaehyun went, again for several more rounds.
“did anyone hear what happened last night?” jeno asks when everyone else wakes up. “what happened?” haechan asks. “did sungchan wake up and cry all night?” jaemin asks and jeno shakes his head.
“your parents were having sex all night.” jaemin groans and covers his ears.
they all flinch when they door swings open. “oh, good. you boys are awake.” you grin at the boys. “i was just going to make breakfast. it’ll be ready in a few minutes.” you slowly close the door.
“milf.” haechan says and covers his head this time.
A/N: this was so shit.
#anon#nct smut#nct imagines#nct scenarios#kpop imagines#kpop smut#kpop fluff#nct 127#ash talks#nctsplug02#jung jaehyun imagines#nct jaehyun#jeong jaehyun fluff#jaehyun fluff#jaehyun angst#jaehyun smut#nct dilf#nct dad au#jaemin fluff
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RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF SEPTEMBER 2023💖
hello, hello! here are my nct recs of september! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝
** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **
🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite
Body Language || @badalivie💕✅
↳ You and Donghyuck have been dance partners for the past 6 years. When he gets into an accident that costs him a competition and substitutes himself with another dancer, he realizes he’s not so open at all to having you dance with someone else, especially having their hands in the places he considered his.
Forget Him || @smileysuh🔞💕✅💯
↳ “What if… what if I helped you out a little?” His words hang in the air, and your room feels thick with tension. You’re acutely aware of the toy still pressed between your thighs. “Look,” Hyuck says, voice softer, “I hate seeing you cry- but seeing you cry about something good might make us both feel better.”
Getting Even || @ofjunemoment🔞💕✅💯💯 (pt.2)
↳ Haechan is notorious for his pranks. Who can forget about the one time the campus fountain was bleeding red? You were weary of never getting on his wrong side, but when you get to know him better, it seems like behind all that front he's a sweet and caring guy. That is until you get a bucket of water dunked on you straight after he promised he wouldn't pull something on you. You're not only pissed that he had fooled you like this, but that he chose such a simple prank.
Inseparable Friend || @lovesuhng💕💔✅💯
↳ johnny was your best friend and platonic love during his high school days, but he left without even saying goodbye. 10 years later, you meet again at the class of 2013 reunion. do you still feel the same way about your former best friend? how about giving him another chance?
Operation Rizz || @acescavern💕✅
↳ In an attempt to teach Donghyuck how to get a girlfriend, Jaemin helps him make a list only... that list seems awfully familiar.
34 + 35 || @karinasbaby🔞✅
↳ in which jaemin decides to finally return back home after spending an entire day at practice (with a surprise).
Glitter || @kyufessions💕✅
↳ you walk in on your daughter giving your fiancé a makeover
Good Morning, Baby || @daydreamingyuta💕✅
↳ waking up with boyfriend!mark
The Bottom || @donkey-hyuck💕💔✅💯
↳ getting into a relationship when you were at the lowest point of your life dragged you down to the bottom. but it dragged the ones you loved as well.
(♥️) || @nctsplug02🔞💕✅💯💯
↳ (dilf!johnny next door is a sin. a wonderful 6 foot sin.)
Animal Instinct || @onyourhyuck🔞💕🔄💯
↳ You are a marine biologist. You should be able to understand animals and their way of living. When you encounter a new society in a bar under the name ‘Sour Grapes’ you find yourself in a troubling situation with seven different men. Seven different animals.
Cookie Jar || @neopuppy🔞✅
↳ (there wasnt a definite summary, but i dont really read any stepcest au's....however....this one...casually...slipped....in. PSA if you arent comfortable with reading any like stepcest type of fics, then this might not be for you, BUT if you dont mind reading one stepcest fic once in a while, then...i recommend you casually...read this one.)
Do You like It, Dr. Lee? || @revehae🔞✅💯💯
↳ haechan, jaemin, and jeno are some of the brightest, most accomplished students in your class that never fail to make high marks on the exams. but when they approach you one day in your office, your perspective of them changes dramatically. (oh heaven have mercy istfg)
Mark Me In Your Heart || @ohmytyong🔞💔✅
↳ when a sensitive and broken heart meets another one of the same nature, their instinctive reaction is to seek comfort in each other, and in order to heal themselves, they both need to be equally strong and willing to put all their broken pieces back together. but sometimes, some hearts aren’t strong enough to be saved; the only way to save them is if the stronger heart of the two is willing to take the risk and try for the both of them, whatever it takes.
Neighbor || @jaehyunssi💕✅
↳ after breaking up with your boyfriend, you spent hours crying in the middle of the night. your loud and nonstop cries made mark knocks your door to find out what’s going on
Persimmon Problems || @starsstuddedsky💕💔✅
↳ fantasy crushes are all fun and games until it stops being a fantasy and he’s really talking to you. but what are you supposed to do when he invades every part of your life?
Ric Flair Drip || @jnnul🔞💕💔✅💯
↳ HONESTLY, NOTHING ABOUT JUNG JAEHYUN IS REMOTELY APPEALING TO YOU. you hate the perfect boy act he puts on, you hate his need to impress everyone and everything, and you really fucking hated his dick.
Shoplifter || @augustinbluex🔞✅
↳ when you got caught stealing in a sex shop, you thought you'd earn another lecture from your stepdad. however, the lesson was not what you’d excepted
NCT Dream Texts || @nctstar💕💔✅
↳ you overhear them say you're clingy
NCT Dream Texts || @marklease💕✅
↳ dreamies texting that you forgot something at their place
NCT Dream Texts || @marklease💕✅
↳ throwing up in their car after a date (stop, jisung would be the one to sympathy gag with you, i cant. where is the lie to that)
NCT Dream Texts || @xrenjunniesx💕✅
↳ when you get lost (as someone who sucks with like maps and following/reading maps i can relate.)
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[ 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐘? ]
⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Stepfather! Jeno, CNC, Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink, Somnophilia, Mentions of anal sex
“Is she the missus?” Jaemin asks his friend. Jeno’s wide eyes flicker between you and back to Jaemin. He’s making sure you’re not listening.
“I wish.” He quietly sighs.
But, Jaemin looks confused. “Then who the fuck did you marry?”
Jeno’s lips form a thin line. “Her mother.”
Jaemin does a double take, nearly spitting out his coffee. “You? Married her mother? Surely her mother has to be…”
Jeno shakes his head. “I’m pretty sure I was drunk and happened to be in Vegas.” His lips are a thin line, mostly out of embarrassment and half out of regret.
Jaemin sighs. “Well,” his eyes flicker to your form in Jeno’s kitchen, studying you while you mess with whatever you’re studying for. “I don’t promote anything slightly immoral, but if you’re not gonna…” he makes a gesture. “then I gladly will.” he admits, ready to get up and call your name. Jeno nearly bodyslams him back onto the couch they sit on.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”
Jaemin’s laughing now. “See! You do wanna do a little something or two to her I fuckin’ knew it!”
Jeno quickly glances at you, who’s completely absorbed in work, then faces Jaemin again. “Shut the hell up,” he grumbles.
“You’re leaving right now.” He continues, effectively shoving his friend out of his house with a sigh.
“Her mom’s not even home half the time, Jeno!” Jaemin nearly screams. Jeno knows. He knows.
He goes to the kitchen to find you still sitting at the island counter, still studying away. You’re a smart girl, he knows that. He also knows, however, how shy you can be—especially with him. He often wonders if he ever rubbed you the wrong way.
“Y/n, honey, m’gonna head to bed, m’kay?” He says, his hand placed on the small of your back.
“M’kay.” You hum. You barely look up at him but he still smiles, walking upstairs to his room.
That’s what he finds so endearing about you—you can barely look at him. He always sees you when you stride to his car when yours breaks down, he sees you talk to your friends, peers, teachers; you’re always so confident. But with him—you can barely bring yourself to look at his eyes.
Even after doing it just once.
At first, he thought maybe he did something to make you resentful. He thought marrying your mother so abruptly or causing you to move into his house from your dorm made you dislike him or maybe just the lack of closeness after it happened. The thought chewed at him until he finally asked.
“Did I do anything wrong, sweetheart?”
Your eyes went wide, though you didn’t look at him, your eyes remained trained on your laptop. You didn’t want to look at him when all he was wearing was a flimsy tank top. “N-No.”
“Mhm. I just can’t help but think-”
“No, no, I- I’m sorry I just— Y-you didn’t do anything wrong but,” you were mumbling now “you’re just so much that you’re just intimidating.”
The corner of Mr. Lee’s mouth turned up a little. “Well thank you for being honest, honey. ” he decided to take a leap of faith and kiss your temple. “Daddy appreciates it.” He left the room, smiling to himself at the way your eyes grew wide.
He didn’t do a single thing wrong, apparently. He guessed you were just a little shy.
Which, there was nothing wrong with until that one fateful day where you both kind of got into another entanglement.
Jeno was just about to get in bed when he heard a thud in the kitchen. He would’ve put on a shirt, but he was honestly so out of it that he didn’t think twice about trudging downstairs in only his pajamas.
The house was dark, the kitchen was dark. He could only make out your form trying to jump the counters to reach something on the top shelf.
Jeno thought he was dreaming.
This had to be a wet dream, right? You were staring right at him, and you never do that.
The only thing you were wearing was one of his shirts he’d given you a couple of months ago and panties. Your panties were pink. And frilly. And had a bow on them. He was gonna die.
He blinked. Several times. “Whatcha’ doin’, honey?”
“I- I’m trying to g-get a glass.”
He narrowed his eyes at you. “Why?”
You’ve never been so confused in your entire life. And you couldn’t quite see his eyes too well in the darkness causing you to make direct eye contact with him. You blinked.
“Cause’ I’m thirsty.”
He hummed, walking closer to you and placing his hand on the small of your back. “Well maybe don’t climb on the counters, or else you could get hurt.” He easily reached above you for the glass, lifted you to sit on the counter, then walked to the fridge, pulling out the water.
“And I don’t think you wanna get hurt,” he continued, filling the glass “and I certainly don't want you to get hurt.”
You nodded. Unlike Mr. Lee, you were never quite sure if he likes you the way you like him. That is—until now.
He finished pouring the glass and held it up to your lips, “C’mon, baby.” He looked at you expectantly.
This man was out of his mind.
His eyes never left yours as you drank, smiling just a little saying “Good girl.” when you finished, setting the glass in the sink.
You watched his eyes narrow slightly at the droplet of water on the corner of your mouth, wiping it away with his thumb. You both just stared at each other for a few seconds, maybe taunting each other, daring the other to do something.
Mr. Lee took yet another leap of faith, letting his dick think rather than his brain. Fuck him.
His hand wrapped around the back of your throat, pulling you closer…closer…closer…he was going to hell. He sighed in bliss when his lips touched yours. He’s a hundred and one percent sure he could die like this. Maybe he heard a little protest of “Mr. Lee—” but he was sure it didn’t quite matter because you whimpered against his lips.
Jeno has this in the bag.
You were shocked, taken aback, confused, slightly disoriented. Did Mr. Lee just kiss you, again? Is he kissing you? Yeah—he’s kissing you and you’re still not sure how to kiss back. What you are sure of, however, is you’re making rather lewd noises all over again just because he’s kissing you.
Oh god. He pulled away. You wonder if he thinks you maybe don’t like him for not kissing back. But your thoughts are squashed when he smiles at you, chuckles at you. There’s no way in hell you can look at him now.
“Oh c’mon,” he chuckles, his hand grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. He coos. “Why so shy, pretty baby?”
His stare is taunting as your eyes flicker up, back and forth from his right eye to his left eye, trying to decipher what on Earth just happened.
You bite your lip, too afraid to say anything.
“Awe, don’t be so shy, sweetcheeks,” he coos again, shaking your head side to side a bit. “We both know you like kissing your stepdad just a little too much, don’t we, honey?”
You nod your head, slowly. He begins to nod with you, slowly growing to a more confident nod as if he needs to pry it out of you.
“It’s okay though, m’kay? I like kissing you a little too much, too.” He admits. You nod.
You wonder what happens next. You let your thoughts run wild, frankly unsure of the situation. “C-Can I sleep in your room tonight?”
Mr. Lee kisses your cheek. “Course’ you can sweetheart.” he grins, letting you off the counter and walking with you to his room.
You get settled in his bed, under his covers. It smells like him. His entire room smells like him.
Your mind wanders again, thinking why you did this, when you’re abruptly pulled out of your thoughts now being roughly pulled by an arm around your waist.
“C’mere,” Mr. Lee groans, quickly pulling you to his side. His hand securely on your waist, you wriggle around, but he doesn’t budge. “What goes on in that pretty head of yours.” He mumbles to no one but himself, you barely heard it.
You hum. Not a single second thought in your brain. And drift off to sleep like it’s nothing.
Jeno doesn’t. He doesn’t drift off to sleep like it’s nothing. He wakes up periodically. It drives him insane.
He wakes up to your ass rubbing against his dick in the night. You don’t move much, but you do squirm and your hand eventually intertwines with his during the night. He’s happy, horny, and sleepy all at once.
It’s 5 a.m. He should really sleep now, but he still can’t.
Instead, he thinks about ways to solve his problem. Jerk off in the bathroom? Find a melatonin pill somewhere? No, he tells himself, all of those require him getting up and leaving you and by the way you’re securely holding his hand, he doesn’t think he can do that too easily. He props himself up on his elbow and just looks at you. You’re so pretty he could cry. He thinks about his options. Until your ass rubs against his dick again, only this time—you whine out.
He thinks too deeply about you. Would you be mad at him if the second time he fucked you was when you were asleep? Maybe.
But maybe not. You roll over on your side, laying on top of him. He’s shocked. You’re straddling him in your sleep. Fuck him—he can really feel your cunt on his dick.
He begged someone in his brain to give you a wet dream.
Luckily for Mr. Lee, you were having a wet dream about none other than him.
Screw it, he told himself. You looked so peaceful sleeping with your cheek resting on his chest. He reached down to the waistband of his pajamas, pulling his dick out, feeling it rise up and slap against your clothed cunt. His hand roamed around your area, hooking his finger with the hemline of your panties and pulling it to the side to reveal your soppy cunt. You were definitely having a wet dream. There was no way you were this wet just by chance alone. He carefully lifted your shirt above your head, placing it on the floor, and sighing in a version of content when he felt his skin against yours.
And, to be fair, he did stick in two of his fingers, just to see how tight you were. You could barely take in two of his fingers, but honestly; he told himself you’d be fine—you were sleeping after all.
He notched himself at your entrance, his eyes hooded with lust before they rolled back into his head, slowly but surely plunging his dick inside. You were wet, tight, warm, in other words—you felt like you fell from heaven just for him.
The moment he’s halfway inside you, he mentally groans. But he then, mentally kicks himself.
“Mr. Lee?”
You woke up.
“...Yes?”
You’re honestly so hazy that you can’t tell what’s real and not real. Did he fuck you or was that just a dream? You’re not really sure, but what you do know is that your panties are soaked, something about you feels full, and you’re looking up at the man in question.
“W-What are you-,” you squint, slightly beginning to laugh at the situation (he learns at that moment he loves your laugh) “y’know I had a dream, a r-really weird dream a-and you were—oh.” Something suddenly thrust inside you, and this something was rather…large, fat, thick.
You know what it is.
It was exactly what you’d been dreaming about.
Your breath caught in your throat. Your face melted into sheer pleasure and pain when he forced your hips down to the base of his cock, making you take all of him.
Maybe he should’ve prepared you.
That’s what he gets for thinking with his dick.
His hands are firm on your hips, showing no sign of letting go or allowing your escape. He’s forcing you up and down his cock, breathing heavily as you bite back whimpers.
“You’ll do exactly as I tell you, alright?”
You nod, not feeling the need to question him. After all, he is supposed to be a sort of “father figure” to you, though clearly he’s failed.
“Then stop biting your lip and lemme’ hear you.”
You release your bottom lip from your teeth, letting all your moans; all your whimpers out for him to hear.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he praises, beginning to move you faster, making you grasp onto his shoulders for support.
You’re tired, but you can’t make this stop; you don’t want this to stop. Especially since he just called himself Daddy. You were going to combust. You’re still not sure how you got to this point, but what you do know is that you’re pretty sure you’re smiling like an idiot; pathetic whimpers leaving your mouth while Mr. Lee groans in your ear, his hands being the only thing from making you go wild.
There’s one particular thrust when your nails dig into his shoulders. Mr. Lee quickly responded, landing a harsh spank to your ass. “Naughty girl.” he murmured.
You tried everything in your limited power to prevent yourself from showing any sign that you were so close so soon; but you just couldn’t hide it. Not when you were so tightly wrapped around Mr. Lee. He picked up on it immediately.
“Pretty girl’s gonna cum, hm?” he snickers, pounding even harder up into you—you’re sure he’s hitting something deep inside of you when pressure hits you suddenly and Mr. Lee’s breath catches.
“Did you feel that, honey?” he moans right in your ear.
“Mhm.” you nod.
“You know what t-that was?”
You shake your head. “Uh-uh.”
He only chuckles. “It’s what you feel when you’re stuffed all full of your Daddy.”
You whine into his chest, never quite caring that his sweaty skin was against your own—in fact, you could get used to it. What you couldn’t get used to, was the orgasm building up inside you. It was going to be big and questioned if you were going to cry.
“Why don’t you tell me what that dream of yours was about, baby.”
You finally glare up at Mr. Lee while he’s smiling down at you like an idiot, though his brows are slightly furrowed. “C’mon,” he encourages. “Was I in your dream?”
“Y-Yes.”
“W-What,” he had to let out a groan “What was I doin’?”
“I-” you were about to begin, but the feeling of embarrassment and his dick inside of you stopped you. That was—until his hand reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look directly at him.
“Why so shy, honey? Don’t tell me I need to tell you what was goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?”
You’re about to protest, but you feel like you’re dissolving in his arms. “Such a shy baby.” he mumbles before ramming his cock harder. “I bet…I was fuckin’ you. M-Maybe not like this, but I was fucking you. Exactly how you wanted, huh.”
You’re nodding frantically, you could basically taste your orgasm.
“Tell me the rest or I’ll pull out.”
Mr. Lee himself just threw an ultimatum at you.
You would be mad—if your orgasm hadn’t suddenly hit you.
Since when were ultimatums such a turn on?
You spilled everything. “W-We were on the c-couch and you bent me over the armrest a-and you fucked me, you pulled my hair, and y-you kept calling me your bad little girl a-and…”
“And?” Mr. Lee growled, immediately demanding to know the rest when you suddenly stopped. Unbeknownst to you, he was chasing his own high too.
“A-And you kept spanking me calling me a naughty girl and—Daddy!” your felt hot liquid rushing into you, slowly oozing out of your fluttering walls as Mr. Lee’s pace still never died down.
“Keep. Going.” Jeno was sure the veins in his neck might’ve been popping out just a bit.
You were breathless at this point. “Y-You said fuck…fucking my pussy w-was for w-when I was a good girl.”
He let go of your jaw; watching in enamor as your cheek fell on his heaving chest, panting trying to watch your breath.
Jeno thinks he’s the happiest man in the world.
“I was fucking your…” he trails off, waiting for your answer.
You were too embarrassed for your own good.
He grabbed your jaw again, a little gentler this time. He had this stupid smirk on his face. “Don’t be so shy honey, tell me.”
“...you were fucking my ass.” you said as quietly as humanly possible. But Mr. Lee heard it. And he was chuckling at you, still not daring to pull out of your cunt while he held you close to him in his arms.
“I’ll remember that for next time.” he beamed.
★ Why So Shy? | A “One Way Ticket” work | wc: 2.8k
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scream - l. jeno
-> lee jeno x fem reader
-> frat! au, pure smut (jeno lee is one nasty mother fucker in this one y'all)
-> CW: dom! jeno, rough sex(??), choking, edging, a small... TINY (VERY TINY) bit of ass play, protected sex, handjob, overuse of the word fuck, overstim, head god jeno, fingering, spitting, squirting, slight praise, lots of crying (reader), dumbification, marking/biting, scratching, blood, nipple play, gagging, bdj (big dick jeno LMFAOO)
-> a/n: this is my apology for going on such a long break T-T, i'm telling you i didn't even realise it went on for that long. i was checking in every now and then but i feel so bad T-T anyways! I'm back :P this one doesn't have THAT much dialogue, so i hope you guys enjoy the gory details 😁 also i think this is the filthiest, most smutty, smut i've ever fucking written, and i've written a lot... trust me on this.
-> upcoming: dilf! jaehyun next week and maybe another halloween special idk. oh btw, everything has some sort of halloween aspect to it :)) psst! requests are open!!
-> word count: 4.2k!
-> also p.s: idk how to explain the way he's acting in this fic... he's like very sweet and cute when he's kissing, but he's being a bitch when he's fucking and being rough... idk, i hope you understand what I mean. but also, as rough as he maybe, he's very touchy-feely and kissy :D ANYWHO! I present to you, six pages of pure filth!
safe! master list
mature! masterlist
“When you said we’re going to a party, I didn’t know it was a frat party.” Minjeong said as the three of you walked through the door. The house reeked of weed and sweat, all the criteria for a proper frat party, except everyone is in a Halloween costume.
“Girl, where else would the party have been?” Jimin scoffed lightly. She paused in the doorway, looking down at her phone before she sighed. “Apparently Sungchan’s waiting for me in the living room, I’ll see you two later?” Both you and Minjeong nodded, wishing the girl goodbye and watched as she walked away in her cheerleader costume.
Turning to each other, you silently agreed that the first thing you needed was a drink, so you headed off to the kitchen.
“I forgot to tell you how hot you look in that outfit.” She said in your ear, loud enough for you to hear over the music, and you gave her a smile while you poured yourself a drink.
“So do you,” you whistled as you looked her up and down, the way the gross boys in movies do when they spot a hot girl.
Together, you looked like an odd pair, seeing as you were dressed up as Jennifer, from Jennifer’s Body, and Minjeong was Little Red Riding Hood. The music thumped through the air as the two of you stood in the crowded kitchen, surrounded by costumed partygoers. The laughter and chatter blended with the bass, creating a symphony of Halloween revelry. Your playful compliment still lingered in the atmosphere, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise chilly, dimly lit room. You took a sip from your drink, the alcohol burning your throat, but your attention was momentarily drawn away from the sensation by something else. From across the room, you spotted a familiar figure, the ever so iconic Ghost Face mask, in the back corner, talking to a boy dressed up as a mummy.
The menacing presence seemed to defy the festive atmosphere, and your eyes were drawn to it as if by some magnetic force. The Ghost Face mask turned slowly in your direction, and even though you couldn't see their face, you felt a shiver race down your spine. It was as though an invisible connection had formed between you and the enigmatic figure, a connection that transcended the costume and the anonymity it provided. There was something magnetic about their presence, something that sparked a potent and unspoken attraction.
For a brief, electrifying moment, your eyes met those hidden behind the Ghost Face mask. Time seemed to stand still as you locked onto each other, and a subtle, unspoken acknowledgment passed between you, like a silent agreement in the midst of the raucous party. Your heart quickened, and the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that charged moment.
Feeling a surge of heat and anticipation, you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the enigmatic figure and turned back to Minjeong, who had been watching the silent exchange with keen interest. She met your eyes, and the shared understanding between you two was palpable. “You saw him too, didn’t you.” Minjeong said in a way that had her sounding winded. With a knowing smile and another sip of your drink, you and Minjeong silently toasted to the unspoken intrigue that had captured your attention.
As the night continued, the magnetic pull you felt towards the Ghost Face figure in the corner didn't wane. It was like an invisible thread connected the two of you, and despite the ongoing revelry, your attention kept drifting back to that mysterious presence.
Minjeong, ever perceptive, nudged you and raised an eyebrow as if to say, "Why not go for it?" Encouraged by her silent urging, you decided to take the initiative. Setting down your drink, you nodded toward the Ghost Face figure, indicating your intention to approach.
Minjeong gave you an encouraging thumbs-up before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you to navigate the sea of Halloween costumes on your own. You weaved through the dancing crowd, anticipation growing with each step.
As you approached, the mask-wearing figure seemed to sense your approach and turned slightly in your direction. They leaned against the counter with their arms crossed over their chest, waiting for you to arrive. The closer you got, the more you could feel the intensity of the connection between the two of you.
Finally standing face to face, the silence was almost deafening. The mask stared at you, unmoving, but you could sense a palpable tension beneath it. Without exchanging words, you both seemed to understand that this moment was special, a secret shared between you in the midst of chaos.
Slowly, your hand extended, and you reached for the Ghost Face mask. Your fingertips brushed against it, and you felt a rapid heartbeat beneath your touch. The mask gave the slightest nod, and you grasped it, carefully pulling it up.
Beneath the mask, a pair of intense, dark eyes met yours. You were momentarily lost in their depth, captivated by the enigmatic stranger who had held your attention all night. The corners of your lips curved into a small, knowing smile, and a spark of recognition flared in those deep, mysterious eyes.
The unspoken tension that had been simmering between you erupted in a whirlwind of excitement. It was a dance of anticipation and curiosity, an unspoken agreement that you had both been waiting for this moment. And even though the music continued to thump, and the crowd continued to revel, for that brief, electric moment, it was just the two of you, locked in a silent, thrilling connection.
You told him your name when he asked for it, and he introduced himself as ‘Jeno’.
“You wanna take this upstairs?” he asked with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
You sucked in a breath and nodded before he pulled the mask back down and took your hand in his to lead the way through the crowd.
The staircase was crowded with a few people, Minjeong included. You spotted her talking to a girl in fairy costume and when you caught her eye, she gave you a grin, wider than you’ve ever seen.
Every now and then, Jeno’s leather gloved hand would lightly squeeze yours as you climbed up the stairs. You held on a little tighter each time, but before you knew it, you were standing in front of a room with a big ‘JN’ poster hanging in the middle.
The boy opened the door for you and let you enter first before entering himself. The door clicked shut behind you as you sat down on the bed, your eyes locked on Jeno's every move. With a seductive confidence, he slowly peeled off the Ghost Face mask, revealing a mischievous smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.
As he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours, you sucked in a breath in response to the sensual tension that crackled between you. His gloved hands, still gripping the mask, dropped to his sides, and he advanced with a slow, deliberate purpose. The room was drowning in desire, and you couldn't tear your gaze away from him.
Jeno moved in until he was standing directly in front of you. His presence was magnetic, and you found yourself unable to resist as he placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. The touch was electrifying, and you leaned into it, your eyes closing as you savored the sensation. You reached up slowly and pulled his hands away, suddenly regretting it, but you went on with pulling the leather gloves off, exposing a set of large, veiny hands.
Kicking off your shoes, you moved to the top of his bed and watched as he concentrated on your every move with dark eyes. In a flash, Jeno had pulled off the cloak, leaving his chest exposed and him only in his jeans. It felt like you were freezing without his touch on you, but soon enough, he was in front of you, inspecting your face before his eyes ultimately landed on your lips that were stained red from makeup.
His lips rushed to meet yours in a tantalising kiss, a soft exploration that soon deepened into a passionate melding of mouths. The taste of him was intoxicating, and your tongues danced in a heated rhythm, exchanging breathless sighs and moans. Every kiss, every brush of his lips against yours, sent a rush of heat through your body. It was amazing.
His hands travelled from your face, down to your waist and they pulled you to meet his body. Jeno groaned into the kiss from all the friction caused by his chest rubbing against your sweater, making his nipples hard and sensitive.
While your arms wrap around his neck, Jeno’s hips dig into yours, creating a tent in his pants. It’s hard and uncomfortable but the pressure it’s putting on your cunt is to die for, so you grind… hard. Jeno moans your name while his hands tug at your jeans so aggressively you thought he would tear them if he continued. After blindly messing around with your pants, Jeno popped the button open and pulled down your jeans, exposing the lacy underwear you had on.
You whined as he pulled away from your lips but you shut up quicker than ever when you noticed how he was staring at your pussy. He looked hungry.
He looked like he was starving.
And starving, he was.
Jeno practically tore off your panties, tossing them somewhere behind him, before he dove into you. His tongue pressed flat against your pussy, licking a stripe up, the muscle’s warmth and making you moan softly. His nose poked at your clit as his tongue toyed with your hole. He lapped at your folds, making sure no spot was left untouched by his tongue. Jeno loved the way you tasted; you had the best pussy he’s ever eaten, he felt like he could spend all day eating you out, and he’d never get tired of it.
Jeno pulled away for a second to put his middle finger in his mouth, coating it in saliva before pressing it to your entrance. A hum escaped your lips as his thick digit slowly pulsed in and out of you as your hands worked to take off your sweater and shirt. Soon, one finger became two, and Jeno went back to eating you out. Your moans were driving him crazy; they were making it hard focus on your clit because his cock was so fucking hard. The hand he had pressed on your lower abdomen moved down to his button, undoing it and moving the zipper down far enough for him to get his dick out.
As he rubbed his cock, Jeno’s teeth grazed your clit before his lips latched on to it, sucking forcefully. With that, it didn’t take long for that feeling to start to form. As your moans quickened, the pace of Jeno’s fingers grew faster, and he sucked harder on your clit– if it were even possible. He loved the way you were tightening around his fingers, like you were trying to keep them inside you, wanting them absorb your juices.
“Fuck, Jeno…” you gasped, fingers tugging at his dark, messy hair. “God, I’m so close.”
Your eyes squeezed shut right as you were about to cum, but you never did. You felt so high, but now you dropped back down to zero, and you were empty and cold. Opening your eyes, you saw Jeno looking down at you with a smug expression. He leaned down and kissed you softly, which allowed you to taste yourself off his tongue, the somewhat sweet taste filling your mouth.
Reaching down, you felt for his cock, and began stroking when you found it. He was girthier than other guys you’ve had sex with, and he had a slight curve upwards, but my god was he long. You didn’t know if he would fit, but there was nothing you wouldn’t try.
Jeno moaned as he kissed you, the feeling of your warm hands rubbing him up and down forced him to thrust at the pace you were moving at. He pulled back from your lips to drop his head into the crook of your neck, marking and panting against the soft skin. Behind the shell of your ear, he wet a small spot with saliva before he kissed it softly, and he did the same to a few other spots. He sucked on your skin until it bruised while he moved down to the curve of your neck. Jeno’s hot tongue laid against your skin once again before he closed his teeth around it.
You jerked his cock harder as the boy continued to bite into different spots until his husky voice whispered a demand.
“Stop.” Jeno told you.
You did as you were told, but you kept your fingers trailing up and down his shaft as he kissed back up your neck, to your lips.
“Gimme two seconds.” he said against your lips with a smile. You kissed him quickly before he got up, which made him chuckle.
You watched as he got up, cock out and everything, which made you smile a bit. Jeno slid off his remaining clothes and tossed them in what presumed to be a laundry bin, and opened a drawer of his dresser, only to pull out something wrapped in a gold foil.
Oh…
Not one;
Not two;
Or three;
But six.
Jeno pulled out a strand of six condoms before he turned back to you. “Just in case.” he smiled innocently, even though he absolutely was not. He tore one from the line and ripped the top off with his teeth before he handed you the open package.
“Only six?” you asked in attempt to make a joke out of the pain you’re going to be in tomorrow.
Jeno chuckled as he shrugged while you took the condom and rolled it on to his cock. “We can use the whole pack if you want, it’s new.”
And that was that, seeing as Jeno grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. His tongue eagerly explored your mouth once again, grazing your own tongue and cheeks before he pulled away. A string of your mixed saliva hung like a teather from your mouth to his.
“Turn over for me, won’t you?” you nodded in a daze and turned so that your face was in the pillows. “Good girl,” he said, his cool hands grazing down your back, sliding all the way down to your ass. He spread your cheeks far enough apart to see everything, and you swore you heard evil laughter coming from somewhere.
What you thought was going to come, did not, in fact, come. Instead, you were surprised to feel a warm glob of spit fall on to your ass and how it trailed down to your pussy. Jeno leaned down and licked one long stripe, starting from your clit and ending at your ass. His tongue poked into your hole, once again, but this time he scisored in and out, the same way he used his fingers earlier. His tongue was warm and soft inside you, but that feeling didn’t last very long.
Jeno pulled his tongue out, subbing it out for his fingers, but instead, he used his tongue on your ass, sending shivers down your spine. He licked at the puckered hole, warming it up a bit as he fucked your pussy with his fingers.
“You doing okay?” he asked, but you were only able to moan out your response. His fingers fucked you faster, his thumb was ruining your clit with friction, your ass was slick with his spit. Everything was happening just as it needed to be for you to cum. “Oh fuck, Jeno, I’m gonna cum.” And this time you did. Jeno’s fingers curled inside you as they fucked you through your orgasm. Your body shook, your pussy was covered in spit and cum. Jeno’s fingers were coated in a mixture of his and your fluids, and he sucked it off like he was eating icing from a cake.
You felt hot and sticky; he hadn’t even fucked you with his cock yet and yet that was the best orgasm you’d ever fucking felt. “Jen… Jeno, I need you.”
The desparity in your voice sent Jeno spiraling and in no time, the fingers in your pussy were gone and his cock was poking at your enterance. He spit into his hand and coated his covered cock in it, even though he doubted he needed it, considering the fact that you were so wet you could drip on to his bed.
With a slow push, Jeno’s cock entered you, but refrained from moving after hearing you gasp. You knew he was going to be big, but you didn’t know he would be that big. He was a length you’d never taken before, so it took you a few minutes to adjust to his size, but soon enough you were able to build up to a medium pace.
Jeno’s hands snuck up your back to undo the clasp of your bra, exposing your breasts. Jeno firmly gripped your ass, with his thumb prodding at your assshole. You hummed with pleasure as the thick digit dipped into you slightly. With that, along with the pounding from his cock, you were basically in heaven.
“Faster,” you gasped, finally feeling only pleasure as he fucks into you.
Pulling you up by the shoulder, your bra slipped off in an instant, which let Jeno get a proper view of your tits, plump and beautiful. He watched how they jiggled with each thrust, and he grew more and more fond of them. Jeno even switched his grip on you from your shoulder to your neck. His hand gripped you around the base of your throat, just tight enough for there to be a handprint later. Meanwhile, the other snaked down to your pussy, where he drew fast circles on your clit. Jeno’s cock was deep inside your cunt, it filled you to the brim and you were loving every minute of it.
And so was he. The sound of skin slapping on skin, how your pussy fit his cock like a glove, how you moaned his name like you knew it well, how your back was practically glued to his chest. That made him go crazy; that made him fuck you even harder– a more vigurous pace that felt so good it brought you to tears.
Jeno got a hold of one of your nipples, it was hard and practically begging for it to be twisted. You moaned at the feeling and begged for more through your tears, so Jeno’s arms crossed over your stomach, his hands reaching up to play with your nipples some more. He pulled at them until they slipped from his grip, he squeezed them until you begged for mercy. When he shoved two fingers in your mouth, you gagged and yet you could still go further. Jeno pulled his fingers out and covered your tits in your spit.
It didn’t take long for his hips to pick up the pace once he that he was about to cum. Your moans grew choppier and choppier as his thrusts became more sharp.
“Shit, baby.” he groaned, his teeth biting down on your ear loab as he came. Your breaths were ragged in the moments of his orgasm, but you could feel his cock twitch inside you, even with the condom. Your body couldn’t keep up with the speed he was going at and soon enough you were shaking in his arms for a second time, cumming with him.
When Jeno pulled out, your head lolled backwards and you eyed him with a smile. Jeno kissed your temple and whispered his next words into your skin.
“On to the second condom, then?” You each laughed at his comment and Jeno wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly as he shook with laughter.
The boy helped you off of him before getting off the bed again to switch condoms. The exchange was quick and before you knew it, Jeno was hovering above of you once more, staring down at you like you were his prey. This predatory look formed a pit in your stomach, but the good kind.
Jeno’s eyes scanned you from head to toe.
Your body glistened with sweat, collarbones and throat covered with markings of all kinds, your nipples were puffy and wet, and your pussy was swollen and slick with juices. Everything looked delectable; you looked delectable and he was so tempted to consume it all.
The boy picked up one of your legs and propped it over his shoulder and placed his tip at your entrance. He bottomed out smoothly, and this time you seemed to be able to handle his length much better. Your head sunk into the pillows as you let out a sigh.
You watched how Jeno’s eyes closed when he felt your cunt wrap around him with his head falling back with pleasure. “Feels so good.” he groaned into the air, his jaw hanging open slightly as he continued to thrust. His head turned to the side and he brought your calf closer to his mouth, littering it with harsh bites and soft kisses.
Biting your lip, you reached your arm out, silently asking for him to come closer to you, to which he accepted. Setting your leg down, Jeno placed his arms on either side of your head, his face now just centimetres away from yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you wanted to keep the eye contact, so you mustered up the courage to look into his swirling orbs. In his eyes were a mix of emotions, ones that were unrecognisable to you, but you liked it. Tilting your head up slightly, you pecked his bottom lip lightly, which earned you a grin from Jeno. It grew wider when you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him in even closer to you. He hummed and kissed you back forcefully as he picked up the pace, his balls slapping against you sharply.
The tears that ran from your eyes down your cheeks seemed to motivate Jeno. Before, he could only hear your sobs, but seeing you cry switched something inside him. It made him want to fuck you harder, just to see you cry even harder. You looked so pretty, with your makeup all messy and tears running down your face. He loved it.
So he fucked you harder, and so you cried harder, you moaned louder, and you pawed at his back. His skin was under your nails, he could feel how they cut into him the harder he thrust. You were driving him fucking insane.
Jeno leaned his forehead on to yours as he moaned out sweet nothings. “I fucking love your pussy, fuck.” he cursed. His words made you tighten around his cock, which only made him groan louder, but it was like music to your ears. He felt like your pussy was sucking him in the way it would constrict when he fucked into you.
“Jeno, please,” you whimpered, but you didn’t even know what you were begging for. “Fuck, Jeno, you’re so fucking good.” you repeated your words as you whined out to him.
His words made your insides flutter, his movements made your heart race and your breaths quicker. Everything felt so good you could barely moan out words anymore.
He was fucking you dumb and silly. You were nothing but drawn out exclamations and tears. You were so sensitive, and yet you didn’t even want to tell him to stop.
It was just too good to stop.
So he kept fucking you, and he kept filling you, over, and over, and over again until you felt it. “Jen… Jeno, fuck, I’m cumming.” Suddenly, Jeno pulled out again, the same way he did earlier, but this time, he crawled between your legs again, fingering you until you came while jerking himself off. This one hit you so hard that your mind went completely blank and no words could even come out of your mouth. Jeno couldn’t even register what happened until he felt a wet substance leak on to his sheet.
He couldn’t fucking believe it.
His mouth latched on to your squirting cunt almsot immediately, drinking in your juices like it was water. Some liquid dripped down his neck as he lapped up the rest that leaked from your pussy, but he never let up. He continued to eat you out so well even after you came, you thought you were going to do it again.
As your hand raked through his dark hair, all it took was one tug at his roots for him to cum. Jeno rode his high by fucking himself into his mattress, and until he was done, he rest in between your thighs.
Slowly making his way up to you, you looked down, only to find that his dick was still hard. “You’re joking, right?”
“How about we finish that pack in a bit, hm?” he grinned, making you scoff.
#PUSSY DESTROYER JENO LEE#i'm sorry#i never make people give men head cause they dont deserve it!! (this is a joke)#jeno smut#nct dream smut#nct smut#lee jeno smut#nct u#nct u smut#nct#nct dream#jeno#lee jeno#nct horny-ween#daisy.txt#yunopouts#smut#kpop smut#kpop x reader#kpop fanfic#jeno x reader#lee jeno x reader
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olá, tudo bem? vi que você tava com os pedidos abertos, e aí eu pensei no seguinte cenário.
basicamente a leitora e o jeno, são papais de prmeira viagem, sempre aterafos com a rotina de trabalho e ainda cuidar do neném. por conta disso, quase não se tocam mais, e numa certa madrugada a "leitora" não se aguenta mais de saudades e procura por jeno, mas eles teriam que fazer menos barulho possível, pois o quarto do bebê era ao lado do deles.
bom, é isso aí KKKKKKK foi só uma ideia aleatória que me veio a cabeça. e eu amo sua escrita, viu? seu post do jae como ex marido alugou um triplex na minca cabeça 😩
NAMORADO!JENO
gênero: namorado!jeno, relacionamento estabelecido, papais de primeira viagem, dilf!jeno.
avisos: smut, angst, +18, sexo no chuveiro, jeninho de blusinha polo que os pais usam, torção de reprodução.
n/a: novamente venho pedir perdão pela demora ao responder os pedidos de vocês, mas novamente quero lembrar que eu ainda sou uma estudante universitária e minha vida é bem corrida, também gostaria de informar que eu tenho um bloqueio criativo imenso por conta da ansiedade e isso me impede de escrever algo bom para vocês mas eu prometo que sempre que puder eu vou atualizar e responder vocês.
Você gostaria de voltar no tempo, naquele tempo onde você e seu namorado erraram em não usar camisinha, naquele tempo que o prazer e a emoção falaram mais alto que a razão e a consequência está dormindo agora em seus braços enquanto você espera seu namorado chegar do trabalho.
O cansaço era notório em seu rosto, cuidar de uma criança não era uma tarefa fácil e você precisou aprender na marra como ser uma boa mãe para seu bebê, e claro, isso demanda tempo e atenção, algo que você precisou reservar para seu filho e que está em falta para seu namorado.
A porta de sua casa fez o barulho anunciando a chegada de Jeno com sua mochila nas costas, tirando os sapatos e com os olhos cansados. — Oi princesa, como foi seu dia? — Ele lhe deu um beijo enquanto passava a mão em seus cabelos.
— Super cansativo, seu filho demorou muito para dormir hoje e eu só queria dormir um pouco.
— Então vamos deitar, vou tomar um banho e ficar do seu lado. Você deseja tomar um banho comigo? — Jeno estava esperançoso, ele estava sentindo a sua falta, ele queria sentir seu corpo, ele queria beijar você e ter você.
O banheiro era pequeno para vocês, a água estava quente mas nada superava o calor de vocês dois. As mãos grandes de Jeno percorria pelo seu corpo, os dedos fazendo pressão em seu quadril e com certeza ficaria algumas marcas por ali. Você beijava o pescoço dele enquanto ele falava sacanagens em seu ouvido.
— Você é a mamãe mais gostosa que existe, tão deliciosa, toda perfeitinha e feita pra mim. — Ele estava louco por você, ele queria te comer e fazer você chorar de prazer. Ele tinha você com as mãos apoiadas na porta de vidro, metendo em você enquanto alguns sons persistiram em sair de sua boca.
— Seja menos barulhenta, desse jeito pode acordar nosso menino. Faça isso baixinho, apenas eu posso ouvir seus gemidos.
Jeno não está incluso no clube de homens delicados, ele é bruto, uma explosão em formato de homem e por isso você não conseguia controlar seus gemidos, novamente o prazer falou mais alto que a razão. — Eu quero tanto arruinar você, te encher até que você fique satisfeita, assim você pode carregar mais um bebê meu.
Ele te amava, te tratou como se fosse a primeira vez com você. Mesmo que Jeno seja "bruto", ele ainda era cara que te chamava de princesa e que te enchia de beijinhos. — Amor, eu estou tão cansada, você pode ir mais lento? — Sua voz era manhosa e Jeno adorava quando você deixava de ser autoritária e se rendia a ele.
— Minha princesa merece um descanso, então vamos para cama para que eu possa te comer de lado e bem devagarinho. Só preciso que você fique quietinha.
#todo7roki#smut#imagine nct#nct smut#nct x reader#jeno imagines#jeno fanfic#jeno smut#jeno#nct jeno#jeno x reader#nct#nct dream#nct pt br#nct scenarios#nct dream smut
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serenity haze masterlist
More works on my ao3 :)
Asks are always open for requests, questions, or comments! I reply to ones that are kind or requests that I feel like writing :)
** please be mindful of tags and warnings, fics marked as smut minors dni**
DRABBLES
|poison in my mind| idol!Jisung x afab older stylist Reader, 5.8k, smut
|Sit Down!| idol!Jaemin x afab Reader, 2.3k, smut
|road snacks| Haechan x afab Reader, 1.6k, smut
|scent| Jaehyun x afab Reader, 1.5k, smut
|Vibration| dilf!Mark Lee x afab Reader, 2.9k, smut
|of grocery lists and spilled (oat) milk| Mark Lee x afab Reader, 3.2k, fluff
|Grenade| toxic!Mark Lee x afab Reader (ft Hyuck), 3.1k, smut, angst
|sunflower dreams| Haechan x afab Reader, 3k, smut
|blue to orange| Jaehyun x afab Reader x Jaemin, 7.6k, smut
|i miss you more than i loved you| idolverse!Jaehyun x Johnny, 3.4k, angst
|Dive| religious!Doyoung x afab Reader (ft the rest of djj), 8.9k, smut
|was it ever really love| toxic!Taeyong x afab Reader (ft other neos), 1.7k, smut
|cookin' get dirty| chef!Mark Lee x afab Reader (ft Jeno), 3.7k, smut
xx serenity
#nct smut#nct x reader#doyoung smut#doyoung x reader#taeyong x reader#taeyong smut#mark lee x reader#mark lee smut#neo smut#johnny suh smut#jaehyun smut#johnjae smut#jaemin smut#jaemin x reader#jaehyun x reader#haechan smut#haechan x reader#hyuck x reader#hyuck smut
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⠀ ⠀⠀ Salvatore.
✿•˖* ❛ jaemin smut.
✿•˖* ❛ notas da autora: eu até esqueci que tinha essa conta aqui.... recentemente eu pensei nesse jaemin aqui e precisei fazer, porque como eu disse lá no spirit, eu tenho algum amor oculto por corruption kink e lana del rey no mesmo lugar, então precisei trazer esse smut pra cá. Não é uma certeza de minha volta porque minha vida está bastante ocupada, mas para matar a saudade serve, não é? Boa leitura meus amores!
✿•˖* ❛ Avisos: jaemin!dilf! / age!gap! / praise!kink! / corruption!kink! / size!kink! / dacryphilia! / sexo sem proteção! ( não façam isso!! ) / leitora!virgem! / apelidinhos fofos! / daddy!kink! leve! / e mais algumas coisinhas que devo ter esquecido!
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Jaemin mantia a postura, sentado no sofá. Observa a chuva forte lá fora naquele fim de tarde, muda o foco parando na figura feminina sentada no banco de madeira embaixo da janela acoplado com a parede, estava inquieta, esbanjando um beicinho de insatisfação olhando para a chuva igualmente a ele, recobra o foco, volta a encarar o computador. Na engoliu seco, afrouxou a gravata de seu terno, tentando prestar atenção no documento que precisava registrar.
── Seu pai já vai chegar, boneca.── Boneca, pensa a garota, como gosta quando ele se refere a ela daquele jeito.
── Não é isso com que estou preocupada, Nana. ── Sai da janela e se senta na poltrona de frente para Jaemin saciando a mania de mexer os pezinhos cobertos pela meia rosa, pois era pequena e os pés naturalmente não conseguiam alcançar o chão quando sentada em algo um pouco alto.
── E o que é?──
── Eu tinha marcado com minhas amigas e alguns amigos de sair no comecinho da noite, mas se continuar chovendo assim, não irei poder ir. ── Suspira derrotada, seria a primeira vez que sairia depois de tanto tempo estudando para as provas bimestrais da faculdade e tudo havia ido por água abaixo junto com a chuva.
Jaemin nada disse, voltou a encará-la, escorregando o olhar para o busto parcialmente desnudo.
── Por que não os chama para cá? Estará segura da chuva e ainda terão coisas para fazer. ──
A viu levantar da poltrona, caminhar e sentar do lado dele. Na engoliu em seco, ajeitou o óculos no rosto e voltou a bater nas teclas, aquilo havia chamado a atenção da menina, curiosa com o conteúdo do macbook estreita os olhos para poder ler, mas a única coisa que conseguia entender era: trabalho, trabalho, papelada, coisas chatas e responsabilidades. Jaemin percebe isso, sorri acalentado.
── Não gosto disso tanto quanto você, infelizmente, ossos do ofício. ── Dá de ombros, cansado de escrever.
── Se eu fosse você, desistiria de tudo e com o dinheiro que eu tivesse abriria uma cafeteria lindinha com tema da Sanrio! Ia ficar mais feliz fazendo docinhos e bebidas do que escrevendo esses papéis chatos. ── Jaemin sorria novamente, dessa vez encantado com tamanha honestidade mesclada com delicadeza, era adorável.
── Ainda não me respondeu, por que não trás seus amigos para cá? ──
Morde os lábios, receosa.
── É que… não seria só minhas amigas e também o cinema não pode ser feito aqui. ── Jaemin arqueou a sobrancelha desconfiado.
── O que aconteceria no cinema que não pode acontecer aqui? Sua sala de estar é grande, igualmente sua televisão. ── Cercada não poderia mais esconder.
── Semana passada, eu fiz um novo amigo, o nome dele é Jeno, quando marcamos de sair para o cinema juntos com os outros ele veio falar comigo para pedir uma coisinha. ──
── O que ele pediu? ── O Na disse entre dentes, imaginando o que poderia ser, tinha quase certeza.
── Um beijo. Mas, ele disse que se eu gostasse poderia me mostrar outras coisas…
Jaemin não soube o que responder, não entendia a raiva que sentia por ter escutado tudo aquilo, não gostou da ideia de ter outro desejando a mesma coisa que ele, achava podre, nojento, chegava até ser hipocrisia.
── Mas, eu não quero ele! ── Admitiu em um fiozinho de voz brincando com os dedos.
── Não o quer? ──
Nega, balançando a cabeça.
Reparou muito bem quando as bochechas dela ficaram rosadinhas e quando baixou o olhar para não ter que encará-lo, acanhada com alguma coisa que havia pensado, era fofo e o fazia enlouquecer na mesma medida. No momento errado.
Ela gostava daquele ar de seriedade que Jaemin transmitia, como qualquer terno sempre parecia ser feito pra ele e como ele ficava lindo falando sobre negócios, seja no telefone ou com o próprio pai. Às vezes se pegava imaginando como seria sentar naquele colo e o beijar, talvez até mais que isso. Não sabia descrever o que exatamente, mas Jaemin havia despertado uma necessidade que antes não existia no corpinho miúdo da mocinha, quando compartilhou o que sentia para as amigas todas muito empolgadas falava termos, até então desconhecidos, teve que ir procurar escondida o que seria aquilo, ficou tão surpresa, queria que Jaemin lhe desse aquele tipo de carinho, então passou a venerar apenas ele.
Não que Jeno não fosse o ideal, na verdade ele era mais que isso, tirava boas notas, era pouco meses mais velho, sempre que via a elogiava, dizia gostar de como qualquer tom de rosa combinava com ela, arrumava as mechas de cabelos bagunçadas e até comprou um laço lindinho para vê-la usando, o que acontecia é que ele não era Jaemin. Todas as milhares de ações de Jeno não têm o mesmo impacto que apenas uma ação do Na tem na vida feminina, jamais teria.
Se arrumava para ele, sonhava com ele, planejava o futuro límpido com Jaemin ao seu ladinho, não deixava nenhum garoto que não fosse amiga chegar perto, apenas Jaemin podia, como também recusou todas as oportunidades de transar pela primeira vez, a menininha queria que o nana fosse o primeiro e talvez o único, toda essa ideia era tão terrível e irresistível ao mesmo tempo. Não queria nem saber o que seu pai pensaria se descobrisse toda aquela façanha, a princesa da vida dele, dando tudo o que ela pedia, a privando dos maus masculinos ou qualquer mal que fosse capaz de dilapidar a inocência dela agora desejando qualquer toque ou atenção de seu chefe, seria de partir o coração.
── Nana… ── Soa doce, um pouco dengosa, chama pelo homem mais velho. ── Eu quero você, não ele. ──
Ainda mais envergonhada, pousa a mãozinha na coxa apertada pela calça de alfaiataria do Na e aquilo não era nada comparado ao que viria a seguir. Ainda sem encará-lo, força seu quadril para cima sentando devagar no colo alheio, surpresa pela ação tão ousada de si própria, sorri vitoriosa.
── Boneca…── sussurrou arrastado, mas não a impediu, o desejo pulsando em sua pele por aquele tipo de contato era tão grande que não pôde contê-lo.
Arrumou o corpinho direito no colo porque ainda não estava satisfeita, queria mais, muito mais. Uma perna de cada lado, conseguia sentir a fivela gelada do cinto bem embaixo do seu pontinho de prazer, sobressaiu surpresa era uma sensação gostosa. Jaemin respirava pesado, ofegante, seus olhos presos no decote bem ali em sua frente o chamando.
── Você também me quer, não é Nana? ── Jaemin concorda devagar ainda processando aquela situação sem tirar os olhos do corpo feminino, de você. ── Então me toca… sou sua boneca, pode tocar.
Na havia se controlado todo esse tempo, lutando contra a própria luxúria, escondendo o pecado que seria tirar a castidade daquela bonequinha e céus…reprimir só tinha piorado as coisas.
Aguardou tanto por aquele momento, fantasiava exatamente aquela urgência feminina por ele, aquele poder de ter a menininha nas próprias mãos, como uma boneca.
As palmas quentes toca as coxas fartas de forma delicada, obedece o pedido feito, arranha de propósito apenas para ver o rastro vermelho formar na pele e os pelinhos da garota se arrepiarem. Sobe as mãos que levanta os babadinhos do vestido até a altura da cintura, tendo a visão completa do que necessitava. Jaemin ri soprado, com a destra puxa a alça da calcinha de cetim entre os dedos e solta assustando a mocinha.
Finalmente encara o rosto angelical, olha a boquinha entreaberta, depois os olhos e a boquinha novamente.
── Já beijou antes, princesa? ── acanhada, demora para responder.
── Não, nana.── É tudo o que diz enquanto balança a cabeça em negação.
Desenha todo o rosto feminino com o dedo até parar nos lábios, borra o gloss de propósito, suja o cantinho, teria que limpar e limparia com vigor. Jaemin inicia um ósculo cuidadoso, lento, acompanhando o ritmo iniciante, mas ainda sim a guiando, mantendo o controle. Sentia o gosto artificial de morango por conta do gloss, perde instantaneamente as estribeiras, esquece que a princípio limparia o que espalhou e faz questão de maltratar os lábios, judiar. Tornava-se urgente a partir do momento que a garota já sabia um pouco como prosseguir, desesperada pelo novo apenas parou quando o peito doeu sem a presença do ar.
── Tenho certeza que esse Jeno jamais te beijaria assim. ── Era possível sentir o tom de ciúmes na voz do Na, por algum motivo havia gostado disso.
Volta a beijá-la, nada casto, mas ainda mantendo um quê de delicadeza, afinal, estava manuseando uma bonequinha de porcelana. resvala os lábios agora no pescoço cheirosinho, deixa pequenos beijos e marcas causadas pelos próprios dentes, queria ver a desculpa que pensaria para enganar o pai. O corpinho miúdo corresponde a cada gesto novo que recebia, fica cada vez mais inquieta, tenta parar o calor extremo que sentia subir friccionando a buceta coberta pelo pano da calcinha mais uma vez na fivela de metal, não é o bastante.
Em um impulso Na Jaemin se pôs de pé, a garotinha era tão leve que um braço rodeado na cintura foi o suficiente para carregá-la até o quarto dela. Não pôde mentir, Jaemin admitia ter adentrado o cômodo algumas vezes, tomado pela curiosidade, quando a menina estava fora, observando todo detalhe, os tons de rosa, a prateleira com ursinhos, sua curiosa obsessão pela turma Sanrio ou então o guarda roupa enorme muito bem organizado. Agora está lá novamente o deixa satisfeito, pois a ideia de foder bem fundo o buraquinho necessitado ali na cama branca e fofinha era perfeita demais, amplificando a ideia do quanto destruiria a mente puritana e ingênua.
Jaemin senta na beira da cama, acomoda o corpo sobre si, tira com dó o vestido alvo, é agraciado com a falta do sutiã, se delicia e não tarda em colocar um dos peitinhos na boca, a língua contorna o biquinho, baba, mordisca, quer maltratá-lo. Com a outra mama Na apalpa, belisca, apenas para vê-la remexer sôfrega no colo dele enquanto puxa os fios de cabelo na nuca masculina.
"Oh nana… é tão bom…" deixar escapar da boca delicada, tão dengosa que poderia derreter bem ali.
"deixa eu te fazer sentir o mesmo, por favor…"
Na estremece, entorpecido, para de imediato a sucção, o pau teso incomoda na calça, lateja pesado, sorri descarado umedecendo os lábios.
── De joelhos, princesa. ── Ela obedece a ordem, desliza para fora do colo, abre espaço entre as pernas do Na encaixando o corpinho ali.
Encara de cima, ansiosa, aqueles olhos cativantes, curiosos para saber o próximo ato. O cinto é solto assim como o botão da calça, as orbes brilham surpresa, era tão grande, estava melado devido ao líquido pré-ejaculatório e inchadinho, apenas para ela.
Jaemin bombeia a base, passa o polegar na cabecinha e não desgruda o olhar soberbo dela, engole o seco, controlando-se ao máximo.
── Faça o mesmo, do seu jeitinho neném. ──
Segura onde o nana havia segurado, movimenta a mão de forma lenta, incerta, passa o dedinho na glande vermelha e volta a encará-lo curiosa.
── Assim, papai? ── Deixou escapar de sua boca, encolheu os ombros com a bochecha ruborizada.
Jaemin pegava fogo, não perdeu o restinho da sanidade por um triz, disfarçou a perplexidade e perversidade por detrás daquelas palavras proferidas de um jeito tão encantador que, com certeza, o faria perder a cabeça.
── Tenta por na boca, boneca. consegue, não é? ── Concorda.
Abre a boca, põe a cabecinha na língua, devagar vai enfiando o que pode, sente encostar na garganta.
── Porra…vou acabar com você, princesa. ── verbaliza atônito.
Gosta do que ouve, da ideia de ser acabada por Jaemin, a garganta arde, os pulmões também, está tão excitada que dói, o olho lacrimeja, torna a visão embaçada por conta das lágrimas. O Na agarra o cabelo, faz um rabo de cavalo desajeitado com as mãos enfiando o resto do pau que sobrava pra fora, a boca fica completamente cheia, respira com dificuldade, zonza, mas está tão satisfeita com aquela situação que se conseguisse estaria sorrindo. Afasta a cabeça e empurra de novo em um solavanco só, o nariz feminino esbarra na virilha masculina, repete o movimento urgente, não dá tempo da mocinha respirar, jaemin torna-se sádico, viciado naquela sensação, ao longo dos anos havia recebido boquetes consideráveis, mas esse aqui, esse aqui não se comprava, porque era ela ali sujeita aos seus toques, engasgando de forma tão bela no pau dele que chegava a ser celestial. Derrama todo o líquido esbranquiçado na boca judiada da garota, o filete de saliva reluz na glande sensível, ela engole o que consegue, o peito subindo e descendo em uma respiração descompensada e ofegante, roça as pernas uma na outra, o tesão incomodava tanto o ventre.
── Faz passar nana…papai… incomoda tanto! ── Fez bico, chorosa quase implorando.
Jaemin precisou de muito autocontrole para não acabar com tudo ali mesmo, sorriu de forma generosa, mascarando as ideias pervertidas, levando em consideração a inexperiência e o quão importante aquele momento poderia ser para a bonequinha de porcelana. Bateu a mão na cama, um convite silencioso para que saísse do chão felpudo do tapete para a própria cama, obedeceu como uma gatinha. Na tira o restante da roupa social que usava, agoniado, fica por cima, entre as pernas, mostra o quão maior é comparado à menina. Beija os lábios novamente, podendo sentir o salgado do próprio gosto.
── Vou ir com calma, bonequinha. ──
── Não, Nana! Acaba comigo, eu quero, acaba com sua bonequinha. ── Jaemin rosnou entre dentes, enfeitiçado pela ideia.
Esfregou o pau nas dobrinhas femininas ameaçando entrar, conectou o olhar para ela de novo, pressiona a entradinha forçando o pau para dentro. ── Caralho… ── encaixa a glande e foi necessário apenas forçar mais um pouquinho pra o pau escorregar por completo dentro da menina.
Enverga a coluna, geme manhosinha, arde como o inferno, mas não quer que o nana pare, aperta o braço masculino descontando a dor incômoda ali, sentia-se cheia sobretudo arreganhada. Os olhinhos aquosos prendeu a atenção de Jaemin voltando a escorrer lágrimas.
── Vai passar bonequinha, o papai está aqui. ── beija o rostinho úmido, traça uma linha imaginária de selares úmidos até o pescoço distraindo do ardor.
O Na fica pouco tempo parado, movimenta o quadril, toca até o fundo, perde a cabeça com os gemidinhos dengosos e desesperados saindo dos lábios cheinhos, o cacete manchado de vermelho reitera o que Jaemin mais fantasia, o fim da inocência feminina, definhando por dentro a pureza e inexperiência, porra como aquilo o afetava, transformava em outro homem. Se estava ardendo ainda ou não, Jaemin não deu importância, obedece o pedido feito a minutos atrás, aumenta a velocidade das estocadas enquanto segura firme a cintura fina em mãos.
Chia sensível, inquieta sob Jaemin, tremendo sem conseguir controlar, era melhor do que viu quando pesquisou escondidinha, Na Jaemin fazia ser incrível, o desejo que a tanto tempo ficou guardado nas entranhas de ambos agora era descontado a cada vez que o pau saia e entrava sem dó alguma.
── Oh, Jaemin! É tão gostosinho… por Deus! ── Admitiu com a voz abafada, as mãos grandes do Na escorregaram até a bunda apertando sem pudor, ia enlouquecer.
── Não me aperta assim, princesa. ── Vacila na voz após sentir as paredes internas sufocar o pau gordinho tornando mais estreito do que já era. ── Meu anjinho… estou destruindo você… céus…
As bolas pesadas bate no bumbum com mais frequência na medida em que o sexo vai ficando mais intenso. Sente os olhos lacrimejar novamente, choraminga desconexa, deixando as lágrimas caírem. Jaemin quase sorri absorto a aquela sensação gostosa de arrancar lágrimas dela naquele momento em questão, envolve o pescoço dela em sua mão e aperta feroz.
O primeiro orgasmo da menininha feio forte enquanto gemia para ele, a onda eletrizante percorreu todo corpo, derramou o melzinho no pau de Jaemin, apertando mais do que já estava, tremelicou frágil, desnorteada.
Na Jaemin permaneceu no mesmo ritmo, ainda mais frenético se fosse possível, extasiado em como estava sendo apertado, gemeu rouco, preencheu todo o canalzinho com a porra viscosa que escorria mesmo com o pau ainda dentro. Beija a boquinha gostosa complacente, afasta os cabelos da mocinha grudados na testa e enxuga o resto da lágrima que havia ficado na bochecha robusta, por mais que gostasse do visual.
Estava boba, realizada, ela encara Jaemin encantada ainda sem conseguir falar, não precisava.
── Seu pai ainda não chegou… ── Olha para o relógio da Hello Kitty em uma das paredes. ── vem, princesa, acho que dá para te dar um banho.
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i asked, and you answered !!
jeno will be the first of the dilf series !!
congratulations jeno !!
#kpop x male reader#kpop scenarios#kpop smut#kpop reactions#kpop x reader#nct dream jeno#nct dream x male reader#nct dream x reader#jeno x male reader#jeno x reader
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bite me but I wrote for both nct and skz and I'm not exaggerating when I say I've read thousands of fics AND I think the nct smut content on here is another level. I'm not comparing here but have you seen how crazy the topics are with nct fics? alpha jeno, manipulative jaemin, psycho yuta, dilf johnny, etc etc
nctzen are unhinged and I mean it in the best way possible
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