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lavandiors · 2 months

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( 📁 making you feel comfortable. by na jaemin ＿ ⭐ O1O1 )

where jaemin shows you that he can eat you differently, changing your opinion about orals.

𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ─── pairing. na jaemin x fem!reader. genre. smut (+18, minors dni), fluff, established relationship. warnings. soft sex, oral (f. receiving), clit play, use of nicknames (princess, angel, etc.), handholding in sex, many kisses.

lily notes. well, i'm really not very good at smut and i write this from my imagination, so, i'm sorry if it's not much or it's very soft (?) but i'm doing it from my comfort zone!

it wasn't the first time you felt Jaemin flex, your head lying on his firm chest allowing you to hear his heart. his heartbeat racing and his body seeking comfort.

his arms fluttering around you every time he moves. you thought he was uncomfortable, so you stood up, abandoning your place on his chest and looked at him.

"are you uncomfortable, jaem?" you asked him, showing your dimples. jaemin frowned in confusion, but shook his head. it wasn't you who kept him in that state.

well, yes.

but it was about something else.

you brought your warm hands to his and took them. you smiled, just like jaemin. your smile was mercy for him.

your eyes dug into his soul "so what's bothering you?" one of your hands let go of his, leaving a bit of hair behind his ear. he felt nervousness permeate his body, but you. god, you, you made him feel so comfortable, he couldn't resist.

his cheek twitched against your hand, moving his head to kiss you, he sighed, allowing you to feel what was circulating through his lungs between your palm.

“it’s just” he began, staring into your eyes for trust. and found her "why did you never let me eat you out?" he asked slowly.

the question didn't faze you. you and jaemin were open to each other's tastes, and his warm smile was always the one given when you talked about sex. after this, it was one of his many romantic connections.

your worry subsided slightly and jaemin could tell “ah, yes” you said, moving closer to jaemin so you could rest your head on his chest again. his strong arms wrapped his body around your head, kissing your head.

“i’m not a big fan of oral” you replied “i haven’t had good experiences, that’s just it” you tried to dispel any insecurity jaemin might have had.

you weren't afraid of orals, you weren't afraid of jaemin and you wanted to let him know that all he made you feel was a swarm of butterflies with the slightest sigh in your ear.

jaemin lowered his head and turned yours away, searching your eyes fiercely “can you tell me about your experiences, angel?” his warm smile and his lips against every muscle of your face let you know you were safe with him.

you closed your eyes when he kissed your eyelids. "it was very rough, very forward, it wasn't what i expected. you know i like it when it's slower," you whispered to him.

his lips landed on yours, his forehead against yours. “then let me show you that i can do it better. that i can do it the way you like it.” his voice, comforting, soft, slow. he didn't want to pressure you.

you completely trusted jaemin, your experiences with him were unique, they were what you were looking for. he gave you what you wanted, the way you wanted.

you looked him in the eyes again, wanting to convey to him that his request was not uncomfortable, that it was something you wanted. you nodded.

jaemin smiled, kissing your nose and forehead. “just let me do all the work, doll” he whispered in your ear as he picked you up in his arms to place you on his lap.

his soft kisses found a space between your neck and jaw, making a slow, wet path as he laid you flat on your back on the couch, your legs spread out to his side and him in the middle.

his hands found space between your back and hips, sliding gently, up and down you without abandoning his kisses on your neck. his path advanced, your lips being his destination.

you sighed when his warm hands found your sleeping pants, nodding when you felt him stop for permission. with one hand, he lift your hips, sliding your pants and panties out of the way.

his hands squeezed your bare hips, you felt him stretch his legs and slowly descend, leaving one last kiss on your lips.

"don't worry, princess, you're always safe with me." it was true, you knew it.

when he was level with your bare stomach, his lips slid untouched to your hips, where he nibbled and kissed one, while massaging the other, he repeated this many times until he made you sigh from the mess in your stomach.

your clit slowly rubbed against the fabric of his clothing every time he moved, making you uneasy. his lips reached below your navel, continuing with the kisses and bites. his hands did sweet dances on your hips between squeezes and massages.

“here we go, love” he murmured against your stomach, tracing a path with his tongue until his face was between your legs.

his sudden warm breath hit your cunt, making you shudder. his lips stopped between your inner thighs, kissing every part of them.

jaemin had been waiting for this moment for so long, but he had never tried it for fear of intimidating you. and now, that he had your glistening cunt in front of him and your perfect figure in rapture, he knew he would do it more often.

you felt the cold on your hip when his hand left that space and looked for your hand, giving you comfort. when he found it, he made sure to intertwine their fingers and caress your knuckles with his thumb.

and his lips pressed against your superiors, sending an electric shock from your stomach, down your back, to your ears.

“jaem..” you sighed, squeezing his hand lightly. you were liking it as much as he was, and even though you had him shooting his hips against the couch, your scent felt like the best in the world.

a sweet, vain one entered through his nose when he couldn't let go of his need and pressed his nose against your cunt, making circles on your inner lips.

you moaned shamelessly. his soft, sliding tongue near your center hit every ecstasy of his body, the hot air coming out of his nose hitting your clit hard, desperate to give you more.

it wasn't the same as the bad experiences you had. jaemin always made you feel like you were in heaven, like your body was worshiped by believers to a goddess. you were his goddess, his temple, his belief. you were delicate for him, soft and untouchable.

it didn't take long for his tongue to find your center, plunging it into an exhaustive excavation from top to bottom, side to side. his nose was now causing circles on your clit, finding your pleasure.

your moans became frequent, causing jaemin to grind his hips further and further into the couch. he was crazy. his tongue had increased the pace when you squeezed his hand.

you were looking for more, and he gave it to you.

his face was now buried in your cunt, it was ecstatic. your soft walls accommodated his tongue as he massaged. he dug it out, but before you could complain, he shot from the bottom up, nibbling lightly on your upper lips.

you were a mess of soft moans, his tongue making big and small circles on your clit, preparing you. your legs were already shaking around his head, his nose was buried in your juices, but he still couldn't stop.

you squeezed his hand tightly and moaned when he, as if it were an apple, lingered on your cunt and licked your clitoris like ice cream, burying his face again in his paradise.

your hips moved seeking his tongue, desperate for more. his mouth surrounded your clit, licking and sucking.

“my beautiful, beautiful girl,” he whispered, running his trembling thumb over your hand. he send waves of pleasure, a friction of his vocal cords and his teeth.

you couldn't contain those butterflies any longer, and you let them out on his face when he buried his tongue again at your entrance.

jaemin enjoyed it. every second of your orgasm on his face. he had your taste on his tongue, after loving him so much, giving you what you were looking for, teaching you that no one, ever, would make you feel like him.

he delayed everything you gave him, leaving one last kiss on your cunt and making his way down your stomach again, he pressed his lips against yours, letting you taste your taste.

his agitated and ecstatic breathing hit your face "i will never hesitate to give you a good experience, baby" his wet lips murmured on yours.

and with his kisses and caresses, he seals his sincere pact, that he will never leave or allow you not to enjoy. because he will take care of you and as long as he lives, he will give you what you need until you are satisfied.

because you were his angel. and what his heart needed most was to love you.

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lavandiors · 2 months

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( 📁 compose with love. by lee mark ＿ ⭐ O1O1 )

where you accompany mark while he composes new music, but under the comfort of his arms you can't help but fall asleep.

𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ─── pairing. lee mark x fem!reader. genre. fluff, cuddles, established relationship, mark being in love. warnings. a little suggestive (really little).

lily notes. i love mark, i really think he would make a very clingy boyfriend. he is my clingy boy. <3

you couldn't help but sit on his lap when you saw him. mark was so focused on composing his music, he didn't notice his glasses slowly slipping off his nose.

his brown hair stuck to his forehead thanks to the hat he was wearing. his glasses fell down the bridge of his nose as he leaned over your shoulder. his hands hit the table in search of creating melodies while his tongue hummed inside his mouth.

while one of his hands hit the table, the other emanated heat on your waist, caressing it with his thumb or lightly squeezing the flesh.

you placed your hand on his, caressing his fingers with yours. you heard him sigh for your soft hands between his hums. pleased by your soft touch.

you settled further between his legs, mark suddenly tightening his grip on your waist at your movements.

he sighed "don't move so much, baby" he told you, you were hitting his point and it distracted him.

you giggled "sorry" you kissed his cheek briefly, letting your head fall onto his shoulder.

he quickly kissed you back before continuing with his music. you stared at the ceiling as his throat next to your ear continued to work his vocal cords with melodies.

your waist was completely wrapped thanks to his arm, caressing your side from top to bottom. mark loved touching your skin, he loved feeling you in his arms.

and although he was more focused on composing, he could never stop paying attention to you. you were his warm stove when it came to affection. because you lit an effervescent fire in his chest.

when he saw you, touched you, kissed you, felt you.

he was composing music like a machine right now, because you were there. you were his inspiration, his oxytocin was produced by you, by your presence. you were his muse.

he turned to look at you slightly when he felt a sigh leave your lips and your head become heavier on his shoulder. you were falling asleep.

he couldn't help but smile when he saw your face. calmed down. in peace. your muscles didn't show even a hint of tension. you were calm in his arms, comfortable, safe.

his hand left the table to envelop you completely. composition could wait when it came to you.

he kiss your cheek silently, once, twice, three, four times.

"my beautiful girl," he murmured, feeling peace rushing through his body. his body and mind belong to you. his thoughts are yours, because you are the only thing that wanders in his mind.

he rested his forehead against your face, while his arms continued to surround you protectively. his hands sought yours, intertwining your fingers.

words were not necessary for mark, he felt you and could swear that you transmitted your love for him with your presence.

as he fell into the limbo of sleep, with you in his arms, he kissed you again. a warm, loving and sticky kiss, that conveyed more than a thousand words.

"i love you, my muse" he whispered before falling asleep.

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lavandiors · 2 months

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( 📁 twenty minutes. by lee haechan ＿ ⭐ O1O1 )

where haechan finds you in the practice room and can't help but want you all to himself.

𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ─── pairing. lee haechan x idol!reader. genre. fluff, established relationship and lots of cuddles. warnings. a little hint, but nothing more.

lily notes. the truth is i had this idea for a long time (really a long time) but i didn't know how to write it, so recently i was able to achieve it. please leave a request if you want. <3

when you told haechan that your practice hadn't even started, it didn't take long for him to appear at the door of the rehearsal room.

you were stretching as you waited for your members to arrive, and seeing your boyfriend walk through the door was the last thing you expected to see.

you watched him open the door through the giant mirror in front of you, quickly turning in his direction as he closed the door behind him.

"hyuckie?" you asked confused, haechan dropped his backpack next to the door and walked towards you.

he walked calmly with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, a smile on his face at the sight of you. completely alone for him. and yes, you had seen each other less than two hours ago since you always sat together in the cafeteria, but you were so necessary to him.

two hours were torture for him.

he wanted to have you twenty-four hours a day. in his arms, snuggled against each other. allowing him to kiss every little corner of your body.

and now you were here. in front of him, with one of your dance pants and a shirt of his.

"hi baby" he greeted you, wrapping his arms around your waist like gum around a shoe.

he didn't even give you time to think when he already had his face buried in your neck and lifted you into the air. you laughed loudly when you felt him peck your neck with his lips.

"baby!" you let out that giggle that he loved so much. he took you to the couch where he dropped you, positioning himself over you afterwards.

you felt him settle between your legs as his breath hit your neck and his hands were firmer on your waist. he had missed you and you knew it, because he always did.

you dropped your hands into his dark curly hair, stroking it and tangling your fingers through it. he blew out warm air. “i missed you so, so much,” he said, his voice calm.

your throat let out a sound of approval. “i know, my love. i missed you too.”

"i'm glad to hear that," he replied, kissing your neck, shoulder, and collarbone.

his kisses were soft and full of love. demonstrating everything he had saved. and it was not necessary to have it stored when you were there. in his arms. just the way he wanted you.

he left his space on your neck, allowing you to feel the cold that hit his warm space. his face rose in front of yours, looking deeply into you from his dark, sleepy eyes.

"why was my girl alone?" he asked, bringing his lips to your eyelids, leaving kiss after kiss on your beautiful eyes.

they were your window to show your feelings. it was what haechan adored the most.

“the girls will be here in twenty minutes” you whispered, trying not to get carried away by his affection. but you were melting under his lips. it was an impossible mission.

he growled, placing one last kiss on your right eye, “twenty minutes with you isn’t enough” haechan had that ability to turn into a baby whenever he wanted.

he tightened his grip on your waist, letting his forehead fall against yours.

"i know baby, but after practice you can keep me all night" you left a kiss on his pout. he nodded slightly.

his pout turned into a smile "i have a few ideas" he whispered against your lips, you smiled out of inertia "i would like to know about them"

haechan laughed “my dirty girl” he said before capturing your lips in a deep kiss. the kiss wasn't even a needy or dirty one after that complement. it was as sweet and slow as a song from the medieval years.

slowly, it was his lips on yours. soft, it was your hands on his cheeks and his on your waist and stomach. sweet, it was his tongue against yours, not in a battle, in a pious dance where you demonstrated your love for the other.

"i love you so much, that i feel like i could die right now," he whispered into the kiss, deepening it even more. his teeth found your bottom lip, biting it lightly but repeatedly. he drove you crazy, but sweetened.

you brought your hands to the back of his neck to press your lips more against yours. "i love you too, too much" you couldn't say more, because haechan had already lifted you from your back to leave you on his lap.

he caressed the curve of your waist, the one that connected with your butt, and squeezed gently as his eyes penetrated yours.

his messy hair was tangled in front of his eyes, his lips were red from that kiss and his admiring eyes before you were a waste

“you are my angel, only mine” he whispered, bringing his face closer to your shoulder “only” he kissed your jaw “mine” he kissed your lips, tightening his grip on your waist.

you melted, and he felt it, you dropped your weight onto his lap and your legs lost that stability. that force that only he made you lose or make you win.

your hands settled on the back of his neck again, as you let him kiss you even more. when you separated, the thread of saliva continued connecting them.

how your eyes connected with his. how his heart connected yours.

it was your turn to let your head fall into his neck, settling in and grinding your chest against his. his arms wrapped around your waist completely, sliding his hands under your shirt.

a protective grip, while letting his head rest on your shoulder. rubbing his jaw there in search of leaving a mark that you were his alone.

"never stop being who you are" you whispered in his ear "because i love every part of you"

haechan kissed your shoulder and neck. you could feel his quality smile on your neck and his slow, soft caresses on your back.

"and you never stop being my girl," he whispered, "because i love that you are."

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lavandiors · 1 month

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( 📁 baby fever. by lee haechan ＿ ⭐ O1O1 )

when your sister has her daughter and you go to visit her, haechan can't think about anything other than having your own baby.

𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ─── pairing. lee haechan x fem!reader. genre. fluff, established relationship. warnings. mentions of pregnancy, a lot of fluff, really.

lily notes. sorry, i'm a victim of baby fever and needed to write something about this. haechan is the love of my life, so here he is. <3

haechan really wishes someone had warned him about seeing your partner with a baby, about how much it would make you want one of your own.

your sister had recently had her baby and you couldn't afford to miss the opportunity to meet your niece. therefore, you waited until haechan had a day off and went to visit your sister.

when they both saw her, haechan was surprised. that baby looked more like yours than your sister's, you looked alike, it was undeniable.

even your sister had jokingly mentioned that if she'd known her daughter would look like her annoying sister, she wouldn't have had her.

but here you were. crying with your sleeping niece comfortably in your arms.

haechan was sitting next to you, hugging you sideways as he wiped away the tears that fell from your eyes, rubbing your arm or kissing your cheek occasionally to comfort you.

“she’s so beautiful” you whispered, your voice shaking, haechan smiled, gently wiping away a tear with his thumb.

"just like her auntie" he responded, causing another tear to fall. you let your body fall against his, letting his arm now wrap around your shoulder, careful not to wake the baby.

you had leaned on his chest, with your head on his shoulder, a position you adopted regularly for the feeling of protection and warmth it gave haechan.

he smiled so big when he saw you rub your cheek against the baby's little head or when you kissed her forehead, that anyone could swear he was in love with you.

his eyes were now the doors to his feelings towards you. in the sense of the word purity, adoration, love.

his chest was warm, not just from your body heat, but from everything you were making him feel. he rested his head against yours, kissing it and letting his pits fill with your scent.

he took your free hand in his as if it were made of glass, squeezed it gently and caressed it with his thumb. his body was relaxed, he was safe and comfortable.

he had you, in your most human aspect, with a baby that wasn't yours, but he could imagine it was. he was thinking about what a mother you would be like, what a good mother you would be, taking care of your baby day after day. together.

he watch you carefully, admiring the smile that grew on your face. he didn't know that you were so good with children that, when your sister handed you a crying baby, she would stop crying in your arms.

he wanted that, he needed it.

he couldn't contain everything he felt in his stomach, in his chest. you looked so serene and warm, that he himself wanted to give you that feeling forever.

he couldn't find a way to let out that heat, other than in a few simple words.

"i want to have a baby," he said suddenly, with a voice full of love and tranquility. his hand left a strand of hair behind your ear as you turned to look at him, shocked.

"what?" you responded, completely stunned. you knew that haechan was a dreamer and wanted to spend a life with you, just like you. you wanted to get married, live together until you were old, but children? you didn't expect it.

his soft eyes looked into yours, you could swear you saw the entire galaxy in his pupils. his lips approached your nose, placing a kiss on the red tip of it.

his forehead rested on yours as his hands made their way to the back of your neck, caressing behind your ears with his thumb. his soft, loving eyes closed, breathing.

“i want us to have a baby, our baby” his words crashed into your face. you let yourself be carried away by his caresses and soft actions. you also wanted the same thing.

“our baby” you replied, closing the space between the two of you.

a slow, but passionate kiss. where all the "i want" were there, in a kiss. his hands became responsible for bringing you closer to him, suffocating you with his being. his lips moved in time, slowly, demonstrating the words that the heat in his chest demonstrated.

when you separated, your foreheads never moved away, smiles appearing between the small kisses. “i want to have a baby too, with you” you replied, letting haechan fill your face with kisses.

"we'll do that then" he responded, kissing you lovingly again.

and between the warmth of his arms, with a new member of the family in your arms, haechan and you signed a pact of love, of trust, where all feelings became eternal, sworn.

his arms would always be a warm and comfortable home for you, and your future child.

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lavandiors · 4 months

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( 📁 kiss marks. by lee taeyong ＿ ⭐ O1O1 )

where taeyong prefers to smoke away from you, but when that happens, you should always make it clear that he is not alone.

𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ─── pairing. lee taeyong x fem!reader. genre. fluff, established relationship and many many kisses. warnings. none i believe.

lily notes. this is my first one shot, and i really hope you like it! soon a little more. <3

you and taeyong had decided that after a long time, many comebacks and promotions, it would be a good idea to go shopping, go for some things that were needed and others on a whim.

but no matter what, taeyong valued that quality time with you because it was what he missed the most when he was at the company. your touch, your body heat, your aroma, your everything. you were what he was missing.

and as you walked the streets of seoul looking for somewhere to spend more money, he couldn't help but look for what he had missed the most. he had his entire arm around your waist, with his waist pressed against yours while his head rested on yours, occasionally smelling the scent of your hair.

it made you laugh when you heard him take a deep breath or when he pressed you closer to him, but that was who he was, that was your, forever, taeyong.

you could see in the distance a store that particularly caught your attention, you were not a big fan of sanrio or hello kitty, but it was especially so beautiful, that it was pleasant to the eye.

"bubu" you called him by his nickname, he turned his head immediately at your call, looking at you with his beautiful big brown eyes before saying, "yes, my love?"

you appreciated him for a few seconds, before pointing to the store that had taken your attention. "i want to go there," you told him.

he can't help but smile a little before nodding, "as you wish, my love," he kissed your head and continued walking. he didn't know that you were a big fan of hello kitty and all that stuff, but clearly, from now on he would take it into account.

when you were close and almost about to enter, taeyong stopped and moved away from you, allowing you to feel the absence of his warmth. you turned when you felt him walk away, looking at him confused.

"where are you going, bubu?" you asked as you watched him pull something out of his pocket. "i want to smoke a little, my love. go inside, i'll watch you from here." he replied, putting the cigarette in his mouth.

"you are really crazy if you think i will leave my beautiful boyfriend alone" you approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he laughed.

taeyong did the same, now rocking with you in his arms and as you lifted your head, he let his forehead rest against yours. your nose was as red as the reindeer's, so in the middle of that love attack, he rubbed his nose against yours.

"someone is going to try to steal it from me!" you said, kissing him lightly on his lips. you heard a sigh come from deep in his chest, you laughed and placed another kiss on his lips.

"no one is going to steal me from you, i am as much yours as you are mine" he told you, tightening his grip on your waist as he was now the one kissing you; taeyong's kisses were different, deep and full of love, that was one of his thousand ways to show how big his love for you was.

when the kiss ended, and they became small and momentary kisses, you nodded "i'm glad to hear that."

you let your arms wander over his waist, chest, arms and shoulders, as if your movements intoxicated the man. your cold hands reached the sides of his face, you rubbed your nose and fingers at the same time as he closed his eyes and sighed.

you guided his cheek to your lips, where you left a loud, long, moving kiss, wanting to leave your lips marked there. then, you went for his jaw, and he could swear he would melt under your touch.

you left one, two, three, probably four kisses, taeyong had already lost count from the second.

and when you were done there, you left one on his nose and finally, on his lips.

you moved a little away from his face, observing your work of art, taeyong was your canvas that you could always paint, especially with the marks of your kisses.

“perfect” you said, taeyong opened his eyes, smiling at the image of your figure, smiling at his face full of red kisses as you continued caressing his face with your thumbs.

he take the opportunity to take your hand and kiss your palm, loosening his grip a little. "i love this process so much" he said in a breath, his hot breath hitting your hand.

you laughed "i know, bubu" you walked over and stole a kiss from him, quickly walking away to enter the store.

when you entered the store, you looked at him, bringing the lit cigarette closer to his red lips, leaving the cigar marked when it touched his lips.

a red mark.

like his whole face. from his jaw to his nose. his eyes did not stop looking at you with a smile on his lips.

he really loved when you did that.

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lavandiors · 4 months

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MASTERLIST! RULES. ABOUT ME.

( KEY ) ─── f : fluff a : angst h : headcanons i : imagines r : reactions s : soft hours m : mature.

엔씨티 드림 , NCT DREAM ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆

─── ot7.

soon.ᐟ

─── lee mark.

compose with love ﹙ f , i ﹚

─── huang renjun.

soon.ᐟ

─── lee jeno.

makeup model ﹙ f , i ﹚

soon.ᐟ

─── lee haechan.

twenty minutes ﹙ f , i ﹚

baby fever ﹙ f , i ﹚

─── na jaemin.

making you feel comfortable ﹙ f , i , m﹚

─── zhong chenle.

soon.ᐟ

─── park jisung.

soon.ᐟ

엔시티 127 , NCT 127 ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆

─── ot9.

soon.ᐟ

─── moon taeil.

soon.ᐟ

─── johnny suh.

soon.ᐟ

─── lee taeyong.

kiss marks ﹙ f , i ﹚

─── nakamoto yuta.

soon.ᐟ

─── kim doyoung.

soon.ᐟ

─── jeong jaehyun.

soon.ᐟ

─── kim jungwoo.

soon.ᐟ

웨이브 , WAYV ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆

─── ot6.

soon.ᐟ

─── qian kun.

soon.ᐟ

─── lee ten.

soon.ᐟ

─── dong winwin.

soon.ᐟ

─── xiao dejun.

soon.ᐟ

─── wong hendery.

soon.ᐟ

─── liu yangyang.

soon.ᐟ

more groups soon...

#lavandiors ♥︎ ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆#masterlist #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #enhypen #riize #blackpink

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lavandiors · 2 months

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𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ─── possibly make a taglist, would anyone be interested in being on it?

#⸺ talks with lavandiors #lavandiors ♥︎ ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆#nct 127 #nct dream #nct x reader #nct dream x reader

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lavandiors · 4 months

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ABOUT ME! RULES. MASTERLIST.

lily. s!her. spa/eng. sagittarius. 20s.

﹙ 𝐬𝒕𝒂𝒏 ⭑ list. ﹚nct 127, nct dream, wayv, blackpink.﹙ 𝐮𝒍𝒕𝒔 ⭑ list. ﹚taeyong, haechan, winwin, jennie. ﹙ 𝐜𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 ⭑ list. ﹚new jeans, aespa, enhypen.

dislikes. victimized people, destructive criticism, contradict me, blame me for something i didn't do, the heat, the fucking sharks, spiders, moths, loud noises.

likes. music, reading, writing, bathing, putting on makeup, sleeping, eating, cats, rain, cold, criminal minds, modern family.

#lavandiors ♥︎ ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆#about me #nct dream #nct 127 #wayv

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lavandiors · 1 month

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( 📁 makeup model. by lee jeno ＿ ⭐ O1O1 )

when a new package of makeup arrives, you can't help but use it on jeno.

𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ─── pairing. lee jeno x fem!reader. genre. fluff, established relationship, cute. warnings. none.

lily notes. i don't care that he appears to be an alpha male, he is a baby girl. sorry for not updating for a long time, but i'm back! i try to keep this account afloat because it makes me quite happy.

when jeno received and opened a package in your name, he never thought he would end up in this situation.

sitting in front of you, with a furry thing on his head as you ran your hands over his face. that was the part he liked the most, anyway. your delicate and small hands tracing small circles on his cheeks, forehead and chin.

you applied products to it that he didn't understand their function, but he wasn't very interested in knowing it either. he just watched you. sitting in a swivel chair, with your legs crossed and wrapped in your pajamas, but in his big white t-shirt.

you looked so happy, quality and above all, comfortable. for jeno, you were like feeling at home; hugging you was like getting to sleep in a newly changed bed, being able to rest your head on the softest feather pillow and sleep in the warmest and most comfortable sheets.

that was his description of home because you were there. who loved him and cared for him like a son.

"we're done with the preparation" you said, breaking him out of his world. jeno blinked several times, fluttering his eyelashes at you.

"that's all?" he asked, thinking the process was too short to enjoy. he couldn't even do it because he was so engrossed in your beautiful face.

you looked at him with funny eyes, noticing how distracted he was. “no, baby, it was just the beginning” he nodded, much happier than before.

he watched you take out the palette with colors that he himself had received. he knew it was for the eyes because he had seen you do your makeup thousands of times.

he liked how you devoted affection to your appearance. and although according to him, you didn't need makeup, it always made you highlight the beauty you already possessed.

you held out the palette in front of his face. “you know what it is for, right?” he nodded. he smiled at you, not being able to help but touch your dimples fondly.

you gave his large hand a quick touch before continuing with your business. "well, what color do you want?" you asked him, he looked at you with his big, dark eyes, like a puppy.

he took your free hand in his, intertwining your fingers, "do what you want, baby girl, i don't care" he spoke softly, kissing your hand briefly.

“okay, brown then” you said, taking your makeup brush and smearing it with the soft brown color from the palette.

jeno watched as you turned the brush between your fingers, trying to soak the brown color quickly. he loved your hands madly, all the things they allowed you to do, do to him, were simply lovely to him.

he never let go of your clasped hand. “close your eyes, love” you ordered. jeno closed them quickly, allowing you to add the color.

your hand squeezed the space of his eyelid, making his eyes flutter at the sensation. “relax” you whispered, your voice being enough to relax him.

jeno felt how your wrist moved the brush from one side to the other, painting its socket with the color you had chosen. when you finished spreading and blending the color, you continued with his other eye, following the same steps.

jeno opened his eyes when he felt you move away, your mocking smile being the first thing he saw. "what's happening?" he asked curiously.

you shook your head as you giggled. “nothing, nothing, you just look beautiful” you laughed, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.

his hands caught your waist, preventing you from moving away from him, he rubbed his face with your stomach, leaving the occasional kiss.

"you're too far away, princess," he whispered into your stomach, his voice tender. you smiled, running your hands over the back of his neck, massaging it.

"i need to see your face well, baby" you replied. his eyes lifted to look at yours “sit here, then” he tugged at your waist, leaving you sitting on his lap.

“better” he grunted, stretching his legs and adjusting his hips to make you more comfortable. you hit his shoulder while laughing “idiot”.

you continued with what you were initially doing, taking the palette and with your finger, you took some glitter. jeno closed his eyes, letting your soft fingers touch his eyelids.

he put his hands under your shirt, massaging your hips and waist from top to bottom. your warm body quickly turned his cold hands into hot ones.

although this was something he hadn't thought about, it was something he loved. the closeness between the two of you, his body heat beneath yours, your breath hitting his face and, even though he couldn't see you, your face close to his.

if he didn't have his eyes closed right now, he would swear he wouldn't be able to stop kissing you and the whole makeup plan would go to waste.

jeno loved, no matter what, any situation where you, him and the closeness were involved.

your fingers abandoned their space in his socket, now feeling the softness of the brush. and it didn't compare to the softness of your fingers, not at all.

"we're done with the eyes" you said, kissing his nose and relaxing your back. jeno tightened his grip on your waist just in case.

he allowed himself to open his eyes, smiling at your image. looking at you was like going to heaven, or at least what people said it was, because he was seeing an angel.

"can i curl your eyelashes?" you asked him, jeno responded with a confused question "curl them?"

you nodded with a smile, taking your cosmetic bag and searching through the makeup for the curling iron. when you found it and showed it to him, he didn't seem very convinced about letting you do it.

he had seen you do it many times, and it always seemed like a horrible thing to him.

you quickly read his body language, caressing the side of his face to reassure him "it's not going to hurt, really" you assured him "but if you want, we won't do it"

he let his face fall into your hand, keeping his eyes steady on yours "alright". your comforting smile kept him afloat, and the process went quite well.

when you finished, you moved away from him a little, looking deeply into his eyes. jeno smiled when he saw you laugh, not being able to help but attack your neck with kisses when your head, after laughing, leaned back.

“you look gorgeous, my beautiful girlfriend,” you laughed into the crook of his neck as he pulled you closer.

“oh, you must be feeling really jealous right now” he whispered in your ear, poking your sides.

jeno loved to make you laugh. it was his daily dose. smile, laughter, hugs and kisses. that was what he needed.

he kissed the side of your head and when you moved away from his neck, he kissed your lips.

and with his lips on yours, he said "now i want to do your makeup"

it was his turn to laugh after your complaints.

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