#park jisung suggestive
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pairings. park jisung x female reader
genre. fluff, suggestive
warnings. none
“babe, can you come over here for a moment?”
you’re meeting your friends for brunch after a long time, and you’re having a hard time choosing an outfit. after almost 30 minutes of contemplating, you decided to ask for your boyfriend’s help.
“what’s up, baby?” jisung asked, wrapping his arms on your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder as you hold up your clothes for him to pick from.
“what do you think? which top is better?”
“you.”
silence.
“babe, i’m serious!”
“and i’m not?” he teased, grinning at you.
you squirmed out from jisung’s embrace, feeling your cheeks hitting up from his banter. jisung may look shy on the outside, but he’s quite the charmer when it comes to flirting with you.
“okay, okay, let me see the tops,” he said, emphasizing the last word.
“this or this? i think this one’s too much, but i don’t like this one either, i don’t know... how about this one?” you started rumbling.
“they all look good on you, what can i do?” jisung sighed dramatically.
“but i think this one fits your skirt, no?”
“babe, you’re a genius!” you exclaimed as you tried on the top that your boyfriend picked with your skirt and saw how it perfectly matched.
jisung grins, “i know.”
“i loved it, thank you,” as you sit on his lap, leaving pecks on his cheeks.
“but do you really like it when i’m the top?”
jisung didn’t answer but one thing is for sure, he’s red as a tomato.
#park jisung fluff#park jisung suggestive#park jisung fic#nct dream fic#nct dream fluff#nct dream suggestive
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after two months of relationship with jisung, you realize that he is quite touchy. his hands are never still, always looking for a way to be in contact with you. curling his finger in the buckle of your pants, or sticking his hand in the back pocket of your jeans. after he has passed the shy stage, he doesn't seem to avoid touching you, even when it's small touches. even when you are inches away from him. his hands are always looking for yours.
and you let him do it, because you love him.
even standing next to him, he can't help but reach under your shirt. he's not even aware of what he's doing; his eyes stay on his phone, while his hand holds one of your breasts. and later, he withdraws his hand to caress the back of your thighs, causing shivers to run up and down the area.
“i really like your hands,” you confess. his nails drag across your skin in a back-and-forth motion. “do you?” he says, watching you nod. he stays silent for a whole minute, but you can tell by the way a coy smile appears on his lips, that he's still thinking about it. “mmm..., where do you like them best?” he finally asks, dragging his hand a little south. your only response is to melt at his touch.
#nct dream smut#nct dream suggestive#jisung smut#park jisung suggestive#♡jisung#nct dream hard hours#nct dream hard thoughts
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MASTERLIST
do not repost or translate my works!
( ♡ ) ONE SHOTS
RESEARCH?
pairings. park jisung x female reader
genre. mature content | word count. 520
warnings. college au, oral (m receiving), praising, use of pet names
UNTITLED
pairings. park jisung x female reader
genre. mature content | word count. 1,061
warnings. finger sucking, use of pet names, dirty talking, spitting in the mouth
YOU SHOULDN'T KISS ME LIKE THIS
pairings. park jisung x female reader
genre. fluff, sobrang light angst, suggestive | word count. 1,030
warnings. making out, that's all
DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
pairings. park jisung x female reader
genre. mature content
warnings. fingering, raw sex (wrap it before you tap it!), choking
DREAM SHOW
pairings. park jisung x female reader
genre. mature content | word count. 600
warnings. established relationship, oral (f receiving)
POOL PARTY
pairings. lee haechan x female reader
genre. mature content | word count. 647
warnings. oral (m receiving), nipple play, spitting
BABY BOY
pairings. park jisung x female reader
genre. fluff, mature content | word count. 1,071
warnings. hand job, nipple play, nipple sucking, tongue sucking
HONEYMOON
pairings. park jisung x female reader
genre. mature content | word count. 1,121
warnings. masturbation, dirty talking
CHERRY (my fav)
pairings. park jisung x female reader
genre. fluff, mature content | word count. 1,195
warnings. established relationship, oral (f receiving), squirting, spitting, hand job, blow job
( ♡ ) DRABBLES
FASHION WEEK
pairings. lee jeno x female reader
genre. mature content
warnings. manhandling, mention of exhibitionism, established relationship, jealous sex, raw sex (wrap it before you tap it!)
( ♡ ) SOC MED AUS [ ONE SHOTS ]
DREAM SHOW
pairings. park jisung x female reader
genre. mature content | word count. 600
warnings. established relationship, oral (f receiving)
HONEYMOON
pairings. park jisung x female reader
genre. mature content | word count. 1,121
warnings. masturbation, dirty talking
( ♡ ) SOC MED AUS [ SERIES ]
INVISIBLE STRINGS
pairings. park jisung x female reader
genre. fluff, mature contents in some parts, angst
( ♡ ) HARD HOURS
TOUCHY JISUNG
INEXPERIENCED!JISUNG
COCKWARMING WITH JISUNG
NIPPLE SUCKING WITH JISUNG
NIPPLE SUCKING WITH JISUNG PT. 2
CAR FUN WITH JISUNG
( ♡ ) SOON / WORKING IN PROGRESS
I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE
UPDATED. 11 / 30 / 22
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I love how Jisung wears hoodies and zip-up jumpers without any shirt underneath them. Just imagine you go to visit him at practice or something and he's just wearing a zip-up jumper and it's just you two in the practice room because all the others left and he's just talking about the dance they're working on or whatever and while he's rambling away you just slowly keep unzipping his jumper until he's laughing and questioning you before bringing you in for a kiss as your hands dive into the opening of the jumper and explore his defined torso before the others get back
in general I think when people do that it’s so attractive like idk if it’s just because you can see their collarbone or that they’re not wearing a shirt under but it really has me swooning ngl.
but back to jisung!! He’d probably pick up on it once he feels the cold zipper press against his skin mid way through or you’re just sitting on his lap facing him and your face is tucked into the crook of his neck while he talks about his day and the dance he’s learning, but while he’s doing that you’re just slowly unzipping the sweater and once it’s unzipped enough you stick your cold hands onto his chest 💀 he jumps at first, almost swearing from the surprise, but then he starts laughing once he realizes what you did and he pulls your face towards him for a small peck on the forehead before his hands return to your waist as he continues talking but he slowly sneaks his hands up to your sides just for him to do the same thing to you ending up with you two in a fit of laughter.
(slightly suggestive continuation under the cut)
Once you’re done laughing you’re left gazing at each other fondly before leaning in for a soft kiss while your hands return to his chest and they roam the expanse of his torso as you try to memorize the feeling of every muscle moving and tensing from your chilled touch. Similarly, his hands are also roaming, gripping your hips, rubbing circles on your waist with his thumbs, sneaking a grip down on your ass occasionally. As things were getting steamy you hear the handle to the practice room begin to turn and you hop off of him with lightning speed as the dreamies file in from the small break they took to leave you two alone.
#dreamingsung#just chatting#park jisung#nct dream#nct jisung#nct jisung suggestive#park jisung suggestive
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NCT Dream Reaction:
making out 💄💋
{nct dream masterlist}
a/n: this has been in my draft for so long…
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Mark:
he’s always nervous to start make-out sessions
but when they do start
he is the devil
so needy
he’s the type to grab at your hips to pull you closer to him
his hands always rest on your ass
“you look so good on top of me”
Renjun:
loves when you leave lip stick marks all over him
since you can’t leave hickeys because of his job
will purposely buy you a bunch of different lipsticks
matte, glossy, liquid, shimmers
he even buys you the chapstick that buzzes and tingles when you kiss each other
“mark me, show me i’m yours”
Jeno:
Gets so lost in kissing you
he forgets about his surroundings
hitting the edges of tables and nearly tripping over things on the floor
but if you get hurt or bruised
he will kiss it better
you two usually end up kissing on the floor or the couch
kissing in the shower is a nightmare, so stick to baths instead
“your lips are so distracting”
Haechan:
nothing beats make-out sessions with haechan
there so much fun
they always start because he was talking too much and you decided to shut him up with a kiss
but he isn’t letting you get away that easy
he would pull you back into a kiss
he would whine about you interrupting him but he purposely goes on rants hoping you will pull him into a kiss
“just shut up already”
“watch your pretty little mouth”
Jaemin:
most of the time make out sessions start off innocent
just a couple of pecks
his love language is 100% physical touch
but when he’s needy he will whine and pull you back into a kiss if you try to pull away
when you do pull back, he’s already looking at you
“stop staring at me!”
“you make it hard not to stare”
Chenle:
he likes to buy you a bunch of different treats
you’ve never had a crepe cake? or a crème brûlée?
expect ten of each the next time you hang out
he will purposely buy creamy desserts so you will have some on your lips
“you got something on your lips”
“you’re so messy”
instead of wiping it off with a napkin or even his finger
he will pull you into a heated make-out session
“you taste so sweet”
Jisung:
he knows the guys would tease him if they ever saw him do pda
but he’s very clingy and needy
he will pull you into a small corner where the guys can’t see you two
and pull you into a kiss
usually, it would just be a peak
but he’s been trapped in the practice room for too long
You decided to bring the guys some snacks
when you arrived he would pull you into the hallway, claiming you forgot napkins
the second the door closes he would pin you against the wall
“i missed you so much”
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❛UNDER THE MISTLETOE❜ ( p. jisung )
p. bf!jisung x fem!reader w. 0.5k+
— 𖦹 warnings. suggestive joke at the but thats it
— 𖦹 ( putting up christmas decorations with jisung ) !
8 days of christmas masterlist
Jisung dropped the box of Christmas decorations on the table. “Are these the ones?” you opened the box, looking through all the ornaments. “Yes thank you.” You said, quickly walking away to check on your cookies.
Jisung on the other hands, he was pouty — you forgot to give him a thank you kiss. “Baby.” He said, but you didn’t hear him too busy mixing the icing. “Baby.” He whined, wrapping his arms around you. “What is it sungie.” You huffed. “Im busy.”
“But you didn’t give me my thank you kiss.” He said. “sung my cookies, i'll give you 20 thank you kisses if you help me by putting up all the decorations, I need this apartment to be photo ready.” You said. “I need those girls at work to cry with jealousy.” His eyes widened. “baby you’re starting to scare me.” He said. “please.” You pouted. “fine.” He grabbed the box. “You owe me 20 thank you kisses.”
He put up the ornaments on the tree, wrapping the lights and all the other little details on the tree. He was searching for his favorite blue glass ornament — it was his favorite because he got it for you. He felt around pulling out something, it wasn’t the ornament, but a little mistletoe.
He turned to you back in the kitchen where you were stressing out over the cookies — you needed a break desperately and he wanted his kisses, so he put two and two, smiling to himself. He was a genius.
“Baby come to the room quick!” You heard your boyfriends voice, rushing back to the room. “Baby.” He stood in the door. “What’s wrong?” Your eyes widened with concern. “You’re yelling like someone hurt you.” He smiled pointing up. “What is it-"
You looked up, looking back at your boyfriend. “sung are you serious?” You questioned. “I had to love, you were going crazy in the kitchen, you even forgot my kisses and you never do.” He said pointing up. “Now look you have to it’s the rules of the mistletoe.”
Okay it was cute you had to admit, you smiled rolling your eyes. “You’re so lucky you’re cute.” You said, grabbing his face giving him a kiss. “Happy.” You tried to walk away, but he pulled you back. “another.” You shook your head, kissing him again. “Another you’re still under the mistletoe.” You laughed, kissing him again.
“Stop teasing.” He whispered, pulling you into a more passionate kiss. He backed you against the door frame, you wrapped your arm around his neck, deepening the kiss — he tangled his hand in your hair.
You both stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled away. “I love you so much.” He whispered. “I love you too.” He smiled kissing your nose. “Now go back to your cookies.” You pouted. “Now I just want to stand here and kiss you.” He shook his head. “We can’t, if we keep doing this, im gonna end up taking you into the room and your cookies will burn.” You slapped his arm and he laughed. “why are you so dirty minded.” You said. “don’t worry though.”
“Im keeping this up so you’ll have to kiss me every time we come into the room.”
©️LUVYENI
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7Dream and bouts of some relationship insecurity
I don't really know how to title this, but yeah ...
includes ... making out, suggestive/implied sexual content, light swearing, references to fist fights, alcohol mentions, food mentions, jealousy/insecurity, vague choking; Juyeon cameo, hey babe ... also, I got carried away with one of these because I originally had it as part of a fic but I just deleted the fic instead so, yeah, sorry, you can ... really tell which one it is ._. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU GET BLOCKED AND REPORTED.
Mark Lee
"Hey, man, come on. That's my girl."
The single sentence took less than a minute, but the conversation ended with Mark's fist through the guy's jaw and with security escorting all five of you - you, Mark, Jaemin, Renjun, and Yeein - out the back door. Everyone else opted to head home, since the entrance fee was, like, ₩50,000 to account for weekend tax.
Mark barely managed a quick good-bye over the driver's door before you slammed your own door shut. You probably should have driven, since his knuckles continuously cracked along the steering wheel, but driving relaxes him, something he needed, especially after that incident. Some guy kept chatting you up, standing way too close, borderline touching your ass, even though you redirected away from him, several times. And Mark knows, and trusts, that you would never leave him, much less cheat on him; he has the upmost faith in you, if his constant words of affirmation are anything to believe, but that does not mean he has to trust everyone else, epsecially when alcohol comes into the mix, heightening emotions too much. And he didn't blame you - doesn't blame you. You look hot, something on which he commented ... very enthusiastically before even going to the bar, with your satin mini-dress, a small (literally) article he bought while thinking about you on a work trip.
But as he sped down to your apartment, you - his passenger princess - pointed your knees at the window, just generally looking away from him. He cramped his fingers on the steering wheel that time, flooring the gas pedal. Then, you, silently, guided him into your apartment, sitting him down in the bathroom, where you, now, wrap his knuckles.
Mark watches you take a salve, applying it via cotton swab over the dried blood, accidentally reopening the would, much to his grimace. Though, he says nothing. The frown embedded between your brows and the heavy breathing in the room prevents him from opening his mouth. So, he lets you paw at his hand, only letting out soft grunts when you overextend his thumb (it got caught on the guy's jaw after Mark went in for a third punch). Eventually, you finish with the salve, wiping away the excess with toilet paper, and you get up, walking out the small half-bathroom.
"I'm sorry," Mark calls softly. He half hopes you don't hear him, over the blaring air vent, because you still have yet to even look at him, in the eye, since you got in his shiny, red car. But, still, you return; eyes trained on the ground though, waving a beige roll of adhesive tape. And he repeats it, even gentler, saying your name this time, "Babe?"
"Hmm?"
"I said I'm sorry."
You stare at him, for awhile. He sees your eyes scan his face, probably lingering at the one or two cuts from when that guy landed a blow, and your fingers slip, accidentally fastening the bandage around his abductor muscle. And Mark resets his jaw, with his prettier hand, just thinking about the bar incident all over again. But then, your face drops, into your lap, and his face drops.
"No, yeah, I heard," you return, sighing, then unwrap his hand to fix your mistake. "I," you swallow thickly, licking your lips, refocusing on his fingers. Gingerly you turn them over in your polished hands, grazing his purpling skin comfortingly. "You don't have to be sorry," you say softly, "I just ... I didn't ..." You pause, dropping his hand back in his thigh, and kneel between his legs. "I didn't know you could be that kind of hot," you confess, smile fighting its way onto your face. You let out a breathless chuckle, cutting it short when you bite your lip. So, Mark pulls it from your teeth, palm brushing into your cheek. "You ... were really ... sexy." You run your hand up and down his inner thigh, and his knee twitches. "Normally, you, um, you use your words." You look up at him through your lases, teetering on your knees, still wearing that short, satin dress he bought, the loose neckline swaying teasingly. "And you're really good with your words."
Mark bites his lip this time, shifting his hips down the toilet seat on where he sits. "Gotta - Gotta defend my girl, yanno?"
You stand on your knees, taller, and Mark gets even closer, the two of you a magazine-width apart. His palm lowers down your cheek, down your jaw, settling above your collarbone. He presses, gently, at first, then squeezes around your neck, entire upper body shuddering. You breathe upward, on his lips, seam of your mouth breaking with each gasp, then move first, straddling his legs, drawing closer - yet so far - to his face.
"Well, you got your girl," you whisper. And his hand squeezes again, holding you at a distance to hear what you say, even though he keeps tilting his head across your pretty collar. "What are you gonna do now?"
Huang Renjun
You take off your couple bracelet, leaving it in the key dish by the door, before heading to work, and Renjun found it, an hour later, when he was running late to the office. He said nothing, that night, collapsing in bed before you even finished your evening skincare routine. Then, you changed your phone case to some new otterbox, replacing his matching universe one, as you both went out to dinner with Juyeon and Jun. Still, Renjun said nothing, holding the elevator door open for you and a few older ladies. The following weekend, he plucked up the courage, before a brunch date, to bring up another couple accessory before you could show him its absence:
"Are you going to wear your ring today?"
You pause, in front of the vanity mirror, steel makeup spatula a hair away from your cheek, and look at him through his reflection. Renjun gnaws inside his bottom lip. He stands at the foot of your shared bed, his coat strewn over the neatly pleated duvet. Oppositely - as oppositely has you have been from him this week - you sit across the room, at the small dressing table, still wearing your bathroom, hair wet in the front where you have yet to blow dry. Eventually, after an eternity, you turn to face him, placing the spatula, elevated, on the open foundation cap.
"I don't know," you confess slowly. "Should I?"
Renjun inhales sharply. "It's your choice," he emphasizes. But he shows you his silver ring on his right hand, the accessory pinched before his pinky. "I'm wearing mine."
You turn back to the mirror and finish applying the sunscreen, simply nodding at him, acknowledging his statement - neither confirming nor denying your own end. He thinks you might continue like that - passive aggressive - for the rest of the day, through the entire date even, but you surprise him, rotating again. You sigh, once, breaking the seam between your lips, then close them again, tongue cleaning your teeth, obviously. He waits another second, giving you the space to organize your thoughts. And you finally speak.
"I'm sorry," you whisper, staring at the ground. You swallow thickly, just once, then look at him, repeating, "I'm sorry, Junjun." You swallow again, blinking more rapidly, and Renjun crosses the room to hug you, your hands instantly climbing around his waist as he cradles your head against his stomach, your tears ruining his button-up shirt. "I know that I've been impossible lately," you confess, "I just ... Seeing someone else hit on you last week didn't ... It didn't feel good."
"I didn't know," Renjun admits, "that you felt that way."
"I didn't want you to know," you muffle, pawing his shirt.
"But you have to tell me," he says, "when I do something that makes you feel bad, especially if I don't catch on in the moment. I love you, only you." He kisses the top of your head. The hostess, at dinner last week, hit on him when she thought he came alone, but he was just reserving the table for you two; then, she persisted through the dinner, only stopping 30-minutes later, after you and he stayed later than her shift. But still, she left her number for him, much to both your annoyances. Though, it seems as though his annoyance wasn't evident enough. "Next time, I'll stop it sooner, I promise." He detaches your face from his shirt and cups your cheeks, thumbs brushing away loose tears. "Do you still want to go to brunch?"
You shake your head, no, and apologize, "Not really. Sorry."
"Don't apologize," he whispers, pecking you quickly. "I'll order us some fried rice from the restaurant across town and make it up to you in bed."
Lee Jeno
It happened a couple days ago, last weekend, but Jeno has been ruminating - through all the car rides to work, all the mundane chores around the apartment, all the lonesome meals he has to eat while you work from your office - about that barista who asked for your number.
You didn't hand it out, obviously, only shooting a raised eyebrow until you got your card back. And Jeno ... he kinda just clung to you the rest of the date - making you sit in his lap, head on your shoulder, arms tight around your waist, which had you asking to use the bathroom. He knows that his behavior persisted home, over, essentially, the week, creating this ... this distance between the two of you - during drama marathons when you would otherwise cuddle; during dinners alone together in your apartment, during sex, but he can't help it: he got in his own head about it. Not even rebuilding his LEGO bonsai tree could mediate his thoughts.
And he tried.
Jeno ended up going through the motions, blindly attaching turntables to tyres, while he stared more at the coffee table than pieces. Then, you came home, as he finished assembling the cherry blossom stems (he did the green foliage, too, not yet having a preference for either), and sat on the floor with him, leaning your cheek on his shoulder, nuzzling into his hoodie.
"I missed you."
Jeno shrugs, not enough to shove you off though because your cheek rolls a little further on his chest, immobilizing his left arm. "You saw me this morning."
"Yeah, but -" You slide into his lap, resting your head over his thighs. He lifts his elbows a little higher, as you squirm around, nudging your face toward the ceiling, though you stare at him, only him. It gives him some comfort, and his hand moves automatically, coming down to caress your face. "- I don't know," you confess, "I guess I just felt a little ..." You scrunch your nose, and he rubs away the lines in your cheeks, making you grab his wrist, dragging him onto your stomach, twiddling with his long, nimble fingers. "... insecure? Lonely? Maybe?"
"Is that a question?"
"No," you shake your head. You turn on your side, burying your face in his abdomen. Jeno drops the remaining LEGO pieces and threads his free hand in your hair, matting it backwards. You sigh, deeply, "I guess I might just need some extra support, or something, right now. I love you, you know."
"Mmhmm," he nods, because he does know, that you love him. "I love you, too." It's just that Jeno doesn't like the idea of someone occupying your time the way he should. So, he lays down on the ground, too, scooting back a bit until you're face-to-face, albeit upside down, like a Spider-Man kiss. And he blinks up from your lips to eyes, seeing you watch him. "I'm sorry," he apologizes first.
You offer him a small smile. "You don't have to be sorry. It's not your fault." Tentatively, you stutter a hand toward his hair, only digging your fingers in his scalp after he nods an okay, though he also confirms that he thinks it's his fault, from how much he has been pulling away this week. "I just need some extra support, if you're able."
"And if I'm not?"
You tilt your head to the side, and Jeno frowns.
"If I'm not enough?" he clarifies.
"Then," you kiss him quickly before he can respond, elongating it for another moment, "we can support each other." You hold his chin still, staring him in the eyes. "But you are," you enunciate, "enough, more than enough."
Lee Haechan
You should have stayed home.
Really.
Haechan didn't even want to go out, didn't even want to come to the restaurant. He was content staying at home, drinking wine from tumblers rather than these elongated goblets; he already bought you flowers. You don't need to hold a glass stem and drink wine over an unreasonably exorbitant dinner. He has the same wine at home(!), the exact same Boudreaux you ordered, and he can make a steak just as well.
Okay, maybe not, but he can have Jaemin make a steak for you just as well as the chef at this restaurant, or he could order it to home. Or you could eat the really good lobster that his mom made him take yesterday. And you could pop open the rosé, over rose-scented candles, instead of the cheap taper candle - a single one - decorating your current tablecloth. There are people, too, sitting so much closer than he would like, preventing him from having an actual conversation with you.
Oh, and it got worse when the waiter started flirting with you.
At first, neither of you noticed, focused more on the menu, debating between steak or mushroom bruschetta to pair with the Boudreaux you love. Then, you laughed at some stupid joke, politely, probably, if Haechan were more level-headed, less peeved, and the waiter started flirting more enthusiastically.
"Babe?"
"Hmm?" You tilt your chin at him, still swirling your wine, reading off the drinks list.
"Baby," he tries again, whining the last syllable further. And you toss him a short glance, smile extending longer than your gaze. "Baby," he sighs, "can't you pay attention to me?"
"I am," you answer, and finally put down the small menu, but you stay there, far away from him. So, Haechan stands up, halfway, pulling your chair next to his until he sits down with his arm behind your shoulders. Haechan touches his forehead on yours, making you maintain eye contact, noses brushing together. "What's wrong, my love?" you ask him, rubbing his free arm.
In lieu of an answer, he drops his hand down your knee, curling under your skirt.
"My love?" you try again.
And he stops moving his hand up your dress, stopping as far as your thighs separate, fingers itching toward your underwear. He exhales once, twice, breath shaking, then looks at you through his glasses. "I like it when you call me that."
"What? My love?"
Haechan nods. "Makes me feel like I'm yours," he mumbles.
You giggle at him, patting his arm. "Because you are, dummy." You peck his lips, falling back into your chair before he has the chance to deepen the kiss. He feels like he lost you again tonight, or like he has the potential to lose you, so he tenses his fingers between your thigh, opposite hand incidently rocking your chair up so high that you slide into his lap. "My love," your breath hitches again.
And Haechan nods, kissing your neck a little longer, tongue tracing his name in your skin.
"Yours." ♡
Na Jaemin
Honestly, he shouldn't be staring. But Jaemin could burn a hole in your head, or obliterate that guy you're with - Juyeon, or Juhyon, or something.
It was a coincidence that Jaemin even sees you here, at this nightclub, with an absurd ₩70,000 entrance fee. Mark only convinced him to go after promising to do his scut for the weekend.
That, and Jaemin may or may not have been stalking your Instagram; especially after you removed him from your close friends story - he knows, because Renjun is still on your list. You pushed him onto some other list with more people he couldn't see, not that he knew anyone on your following; you're not even really friends, just met through Renjun at some hookup party. And you do hookup with him, whenever he calls, which isn't as often as he thought, evidently, he considers now, since he apparently doesn't know what you do the other days of the week.
Like wear that black mini-dress while dancing on Juyeon, of all people.
Jaemin rolls his eyes and sips his beer, wincing in the same second when it touches his lips (Haechan is a liar, and he is not taking beer recommendations ever again). He has been waiting for about 15 or 20 minutes, for you to notice him, just acknowledge that he is here, in the same space as you, but you remain oblivious, sliding your arms in the air, shimming in front of Juyeon, who keeps trying to bring your waist close. It takes another ten minutes before he slams his empty glass on the bar, spinning around to trudge the dance floor.
Except, as he spins around, narrowly missing a line of Kamikaze shots placed a little too close to the edge, he bumps into you, literally. His arm swerves over your head, and he takes a step back to avoid making the both of you fall down. And you catch his waist, with both hands, a short leg stepping between his, for balance, his spinning head tells him.
"Jaemin?" you call, standing on your toes to whisper in his ear. Instinctively, he steadies your waist, toppling your heels down to the ground, leaning his ear to your lips. "Did you hear me?"
The Jaemin in question pulls back, slightly, his nose grazing yours. He flickers his eyes up and finds you staring at him, granted less intense than he had been, breath hitched at the back of your mouth, slowly scanning his entire face. Jaemin brushes your hair behind your ear, needlessly, most of it tied up. The glitter stickers highlight the actual makeup high on your cheekbones, under the blue false lashes mixed in with brown ones. His hand lingers over your face, wrist tilting head back, chin up, long fingers making you stand still, gaze dipping back and forth between your lips and eyes. And fortunately, all the other couples - whether they came together or hooked up - blend you two with the rest of the crowd, little bubbles of intimacy keeping everyone separated. You all ignore each other, per atmosphere, so Jaemin takes the opportunity to kiss you.
"No," he confesses, pecking you quickly, once, twice, three times, dragging your neck along with every move he does to deepen it. "I wasn't listening." Jaemin breaks first, squeezing your waist tighter, because you might have to get back to Juyeon on the dance floor. And he closes his eyes, leaning in again, lips ghosting a breath over yours. "Come home with me," he asks, and he squeezes again. "Just ... come home with me."
"Jaemin ..." you start, but he kisses his name off your lips, even quicker, replacing it with a soft moan. He bumps you against the bar, his knuckles taking most of the blunt force, against the wood, holding you steady as he waddles impossibly close. You seem to respond, fingers dipping into his bicep, puckering back. Then, you shake your head, knocking him away. "Jaemin, I'm here with someone else."
"Don't be. Come home with me." Jaemin's voice cracks, "Please? Just be with me, not him." He squeezes you again, stuttering down your lips, slotting his leg between your knees. Jaemin peeks both his eyes open, just a crack, and finds you nodding at him.
"Okay, let's go."
Zhong Chenle
"Your shirt looks so nice," the girl at his left compliments, fawning over the empty seat, even though she probably can't see the full Go, Go, Power-Rangers logo under both his bomber jacket and the dim club lights. The sole light source comes from the shelves behind the bar on which Chenle leans, only his brown hair shining obviously as he nods, slowly, eyes trained on the path to the bathroom. "I'd love to see it more," she tries, leaning even closer, almost touching his arm.
Then, he raises his hand, sliding further down the bar.
And you walk toward him, waving, "Hey," all the way until you take the stool he saved for you on his right. You also grab the glass of wine he kept not-so-subtly hidden behind his elbow and eye the meniscus without looking at him. "Have you been drinking my wine?"
Chenle just smiles at you. His arm snakes under your arms, high on your torso, as he nuzzles into your neck, chest prepped to laugh, but you smack him.
"You can order your own!"
He kisses your jugular, just once, briefly, giggling more animatedly than he had been talking to the girl, who is still there (!) by the way.
"I did," Chenle answers, "but I think the bartender likes you more. He didn't pay any attention to me while you were gone those whole ten minutes," he pouts.
"Umm," the girl interrupts, "Excuse me?"
"Mmm," you swallow the remaining ounce of wine and put it back behind Chenle on the table, tapping the rim twice at one of the bartenders for a refill. You extend your arm for a handshake, across your boyfriend's chest, but she just stares at it, at your fingers, at the matching, dainty watch adorning your wrist, until you retract, both hands now resting on Chenle's shoulder. "Did you want to drink with us? We're just waiting for our table." You lean in closer, like giving away a secret, and Chenle laughs into the air, catching your waist before you fall off the stool. "We got here early for the cucumber martinis because they stop serving them at 7, and this one -" You point at Chenle. "- can't mix a drink for shit."
"Hey!" He pulls you upright, standing full in front of you, back toward the girl as he fixes the straps of your dress. "I spike your lemonades just fine." The bartender, who ignored him earlier, gives him a suspicious look, to which Chenle tries to wave off, showing that you are his girlfriend who frequents his home and has sex with him willingly. And he brings you down the stool, under his wing, incidentally flashing his inappropriate-for-a-Michelin-restaurant Power Rangers t-shirt. "Plus, I don't have to mix the Sauvignon Blanc when I cook you dinner."
"No," you crinkle your nose, pushing his face away, laughing at his pout. "You just make me wash the dishes." In the minute beat, you look back, over his shoulder, and see the girl finally gone, then you settle back onto the stool, pulling Chenle, by his open jacket, between your legs. "Oh, no," you feign, pouting and running your hands down his sides, "Your new friend left. Do you think it was my fault?"
Chenle kisses the top of your head, giggling into your hair. "Were you jealous?" he teases. You don't answer; you just bite your lip and trap him tighter, heels almost making him plié before you, fists wrinkling his shirt. "You don't have anything to worry about, princess," he whispers and pecks you quickly. "You're my one and only. I wouldn't do anything to create a misunderstanding like that." He kisses you deeper, attaching his hands down your waist, rubbing circles with his thumbs, as you wrap your arms around his neck, half standing off the chair to kiss him better, the sweet red wine taste staining your tongue. "With anyone," he clarifies, palm caressing your cheek, to stop you from jumping his bones in this very public bar-restaurant. "You know you're my girl."
He kisses you again, pressing your back into the bar, folding your neck 90-degrees against your spine. Your chin rolls around, letting out a silent open-mouthed moan, and Chenle slips his tongue down your throat, dissipating that sweet, dry flavor off your lips, gently breathing life back into your mouth. He rubs the hair in front of your ear, thumb growing outward to draw his three-letter initials on your cheeks. You kick your leg up, inner thigh resting on his outer one. He feels your dress slip up, shorter, over his pants, and whimpers a small praise about your soft lips.
Then, the bartender who shows you a little too much favoritism comes back, tapping your cup on the counter, and Chenle, panting, shields you away from the new glass of wine, frowning at all five ounces.
"On second thought, maybe we should just go home."
Park Jisung
Jisung pulls you into his chest, around your shoulders, spinning you until your back faces that bartender, the one at whom he glares.
"How's your drink, baby?" he asks through shaky breath, teeth gritted. Jisung puffs out his chest too, while you finish another sip, nearly moaning, and pushes his thumb into his pocket, readjusting the front of his leather pants that you hide.
"Mmm, fresh,." you answer, obliviously, wiping the corner of your mouth with your index finger, platinum couple ring shining a few digits down under the colorful changing lights. You smack your painted pink lips together, loud enough for him to hear above the club music. "Can't even taste the vodka, really, and -" You raise the small glass to his lips, prompting him to sample your free drink, too, which he does, tongue pushing back on the rip before you spill all over his white shirt. "- the cucumbers are still crisp."
Jisung nods, a slice hitting his top lip. He has to hold your wrist still when you start trembling, splashing a drop of alcohol on his chest. You do nothing about it, simply curling into his torso, an arm belting behind his waist, feet waddling around his, resting your cheek between his open jacket zippers.
"Better be," he mumbles, chest vibrating.
"What was that?" you ask, almost innocently, staring at him through your eyelashes, cucumber martini glass finding your hand behind his back. And he wonders whether you looked at that guy - the bartender - like this, wide-eyed and pouting, tongue poking through the seam of your lips, when you got this free drink, never mind tonight's sample offer over the experimental martini. "Ji...sung," you hiccup between his name, placing a hand over his chest, his heart.
But he frowns, even deeper, and takes down your hand. A little too forcefully, given the way you step back, on your own, wobbling backwards over your heels. You tilt your head to the side, not-so-subtly checking him out, and raise an eyebrow. Jisung doesn't bother to look at you, simply inhaling, raising his broad shoulders taller. He rolls his eyes to the right, incidentally at the bar, with the bartender. And he glares again.
Jisung tightens his arm around your waist. And he knows - he knows how this looks: possessive, possibly overbearing, protective, which is what he half-wants. He also knows that he indirectly tells you not to touch, despite holding you closer, his fingers clenching into a fist that pushes you deeper into his wide chest. You hand balances over his pec to keep you both balanced upright without anything behind him to catch either of you from falling.
But he mumbles, "Don't touch," teeth nearly scraping each other, individually, and, again, he takes your hand down, making you frown as equally deep, though your brows furrow as high as your gaze. You wrap all your fingers around your cup, and he curls his hands into your dress, digging toward the hem, incidentally pulling the material up, just below your underwear. "I don't like you flirting with other guys," he confesses, eyes fluttering shut.
Jisung's hands grab you simultaneously, in the same way, one at your waist and the other at your neck; your own hands bracing your cup against his chest. He sighs, dropping his chin down your cheek, pressing a kiss behind your ear. Your drink is still an inconvenience. So, Jisung takes it, placing it on a random table, then drags you into a private room and jostles you against the door, accidentally increasing the distance. He just moved too fast, and you still comply, not touching him. In the wait, you lick your lips, chest heaving high. And he pushes you backwards again, slower this time, by your hips, guiding you onto a firm surface as he descends. He stops halfway, drawing back a millimeter on his next breath, flickering his eyes at yours. They're already closed. So, he leans in.
"You should only be flirting with me."
And he almost closes his eyes, too, pausing halfway again to watch you anticipate his kiss, teetering on your toes, fingers twitching toward him. The urge to blink forces him to look away before he sees you pout, equally. But he feels it.
Jisung feels the way you roll around your head as he opens his mouth wide, searching for the best angle to kiss you. He puckers his lips sideways, simply pressing on your mouth, almost cutting off your response (if you were going to say anything). And when you gasp, silently, letting him sneak his bottom lip between your teeth, he cracks open his eyes, only slightly, enough to make sure that you're enjoying this, enjoying him, only him. You bite him on a close, barely using your teeth to keep him from leaving again, and he runs his thumb along the side of your face, outside your ear, long fingers supporting your head when you falter.
But you don't pull away.
Instead, you fist his shirt, incidentally pulling it from his pants. And he drives you into the wall, changing the slope of his nose, reflecting it over yours on the other side, brows falling further. Jisung catches you right as you lick your lips and sucks your tongue in his mouth. You mewl, breathless, something audible - although incoherent - finally escaping. And he returns it, moaning an mmmh. His hand at your waist, hits the wall, bracing himself from going too far, moving too fast. You drag him closer, one thigh between your legs, fingers touching his Adonis belt.
And he has to pull away first.
"I don't like you flirting with other guys," he repeats, more winded this time.
"You're the only guy I want to flirt with, Jisung."
#nct dream fanfic#nct dream fluff#nct dream angst#nct suggestive#nct fanfic#renjun x reader#mark lee x reader#park jisung x reader#jeno x reader#jaemin x reader#haechan x reader#nct dream reactions#nct reactions#nct dream drabbles#nct drabbles#mia.txt
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Conversations you'd have with nct dream while dating part 3 :)) (this is a little unhinged I don't know what happened)
MARK
"so listen, I've been thinking"
"this never ends well"
"so- wait hold on, what the fuck does that mean"
"last time you said "I've been thinking" I ended up handcuffed to the bed and you lost the key because you threw it into the dirty clothes pile by accident"
"I SAID I WAS SORRY"
RENJUN
"you need to change your perfume"
"what why? I like mine"
"you are using the same one as ME"
"renjun it's not my fault you use a women's perfume"
"yeah and you COPIED me you STINKY BITCH"
"I'm taking yours and replacing it with hotdog water you pretentious whore"
"I'll fucking kill you"
JENO
"how much do your boobs weigh"
"uh I don't know?"
"can I put them in the little fruit scale at the grocery market"
"jeno, no"
"they literally call boobs melons I don't see the problem"
"it's a public fucking grocery store"
"ok and? I thought you were into exhibitionism"
"bitch that's for SEX, not weighing my fucking boobs"
HAECHAN
"do you think this is fucking funny"
"I think it's fine you're just being fussy"
"haechan thriller, by michael jackson is not exactly the sex song i had in mind"
"but doesn't it spice things up a bit"
"YOU KILLED MY ORGASM"
"Do you want me to shuffle the playlist..?"
"take your dick out of me NOW"
JAEMIN
"Mmm you so sexy like this"
"I'm literally in yesterday's clothes writing a paper and I have oily hair"
"yeah I know, my little grease princess, type away smarty pants"
"what the fuck did you just say to me"
"I love you, greasy hair and all"
"I'm giving you 5 seconds to run before you become a missing person"
"don't slip on the grease while running!"
"JAEMIN"
CHENLE
"chenle why do all of my clothes smell like your cologne?"
"I sprayed it on all of your clothes"
"why??"
"I'm territorial"
"You're not a fucking dog?"
"It was my primal instincts, I was simply marking my territory"
"I don't give a shit, I smell like a MAN"
"correction, you smell like your man"
"oh my god"
JISUNG
"jisung give me my shirt back"
"no"
"jisung please I have to go home"
"no I like this shirt, it's mine now"
"JISUNG I AM SHIRTLESS GIVE IT BACK"
"that's the point, suffer"
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Just some Jisung fluff that could end up being soft smut 🥰🥰🥰 enjoooooooyyyyyy 🩷🎀
REQUESTS are always OPEN 🎀 (slowly writing them though) 💖
Jisung is too shy to ask for it, but he wants it ooooooh so badly, so desperately he might cry any day now. What does Jisung want so badly??? Well there’s no nice way to put it, so I’ll just straight up say it like it is: he wants to touch. Like… anywhere???? You’ve been dating for some time, but he still fears being too close. He can hold your hand although he almost fainted the first time he did, he kisses you and loves to do it for a short amount of time because if he goes for longer than 20 seconds he hyperventilates, he holds your wrists and your shoulders and occasionally your cheeks, but… he wants more 🥶🥶🥶 when you’re both lying down you can see him wavering. He reaches his hand out to tryyyyy and touch you, touch your waist, touch but retrieves it almost immediately.
So this time you’re both laying on your bed, looking at the ceiling just listening to music, you catch him reaching out and you decide to confront him even though you know it might kill him out of embarrassment.
“What are you doing?” His eyes widen, and as he was taking back his hand, you catch it before he totally retrieved it. The hand was sweaty, even a little shaky. He tried to get off of your grip, but you were holding tight. He still wasn’t answering so you shake his hand as to try to get an answer out of him.
“Nothing.” He stops trying to get off. “I was just waving.” His eyes close in regret. Waving? Really Jisung? That’s the best answer you could come up with?
You knew he wasn’t just waving 🙄, you knew he wanted to hold your hand or your arm or your stomach or waist or whatever, but he wanted to hold. So, still holding his hand, you pulled yourself closer to him, taking a gasp out of him. Did he wanted to spoon? He better do, because you became little spoon and brought his arm around your waist and his hand to your stomach. His breathing became heavy, but he didn’t move. Maybe he didn’t move because he was scared, or maybe because he absolutely loved this and have always wanted to be this close to you omg 😭😭😭
Two minutes went by before his hand was finally warm on your stomach and not dead cold, and that’s when he finally got the courage to hold you a little stronger and a little closer. Maybe and most likely, he thought you were asleep… but you weren’t. He pulled you towards himself, getting impossibly and almost painfully close. He rested his chin on your shoulder and sighed so soundly it almost made you cry. His sigh was full of relief and love and tiredness.
You shifted a little, almost squirming because of how comfortable and warm you were feeling, which made Jisung slightly groan. As he thought you were sleeping, he was free of embarrassment and free to tell you exactly how he was feeling 🥶🥶🥶
“Don’t move too much, baby, or I’ll go crazy.” He whispered in your ear. You went aaaaaall red, almost shaky. You’ve neeeeeever heard those words come out of his mouth, and you would’ve never imagined those could ever be his thoughts. Where is sweet and shy and babbling Jisung and why is he horny?😭😭😭
And when you were about to respond, he slightly kissed your ear, faintly wet because of how warm his breath was, leaving you speechless. He could NEVER know that you were awake and witnessing all of this, because if he knew you were awake, he probably wouldn’t be doing it, so you just let him be. He shifted back a little, so he wasn’t rubbing aaaall of him over aaaall of you, and he sighed again.
“I think I love you too much.” He nuzzled his nose on the side of your neck, all very delicately so he wouldn’t wake you up. “I wish I could do all of this when you’re awake.” He inched closer once again, just finding out that it was a necessity now. He was not rubbing himself on you, he would never do that whilst you were unconscious (as he thought), but he was subtly asking for it, letting you know how being this close to you was making him feel. And you could definitely tell. “Maybe I will when you wake up.” He whispered again, lightly kissing your shoulder.
“Well, then go ahead.” You responded, making him tense up and back away immediately. He turned your body so you were facing him, his eyes as big as ever, ears so red they almost looked comical.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ He started stuttering, so you just cut him off tf, kiss that boy quiet!!!!!!
First, your hands went to his hands, you placed them on your lower back, he wavered a bit until you went to the back of his head, and that’s when he lost it. He literally moaned in your mouth aaaaaaaaa 😭😭😭😭😭🙉🙉🙉 I don’t want to know what happened next and neither do you bye 😭😭😭🏃🏻♀️🏃🏻♀️🏃🏻♀️
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🌹🌹 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔧𝔦𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔯🌹🌹
𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 : 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔵𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢. 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡
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random thoughts about being in a relationship with jisung
genre. fluff, suggestive
contents. english, expect grammatical and typographical errors
he loves
listening to your rants. he’s so attentive to you. he loves hearing your thoughts even from the smallest and nonsense things.
even if his schedule is packed, he will always make time for you. wether if it’s just you and him in his apartment cuddling, eating out together on some of your favorite restaurants or doing your hobbies together... he always make sure he’s giving you the time and love that you deserve and vice versa.
watching you sleep. in the morning you’ll wake up to him staring at you. and then he’ll starts peppering your face with kisses to make you get up from the bed.
there are times that he loves being babied by you, but there are also times that he enjoys being the dominant one, for example; when you let him take the lead whenever the two of you were having sex.
when you wear his hoodies. his hoodies are oversized for you since he’s taller and so he thinks that it looks very cute when you wear them.
we’re all very aware that jisung’s not the best in terms of cooking, but for you—he will try to learn it. asking his hyungs, especially jaemin for tips on how and what to cook for you.
he will always nag (affectionately) at you whenever you’re sick. he’ll be like, “i told you to always bring your umbrella, right? so why didn’t you?”, “stop using your phone and go to sleep, you need to rest. listen to me for once, y/n.” he will still take care of you though.
spooning you while his hand is inside your hoodie or whatever that you’re wearing, he’ll be chitchating with you while massaging your breasts. or if he’s bored and he saw you watching something on your phone, he will lay next to you and starts playing and sucking your nipples. inshort, he adores your breast so much.
he always do the thumb thing everytime he holds your hands or on your thighs when he drives.
#park jisung fluff#nct dream fluff#park jisung smut#nct dream smut#park jisung imagine#nct dream imagine#park jisung suggestive#nct dream suggestive#park jisung fic#nct dream fic#park jisung headcanons#nct dream headcanons
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warning: mildly suggestive.
[02:05] park jisung is a friend of a friend. you aren’t entirely unfamiliar with him, but everything you know about him stretches no further than the surface. he’s a gentleman, a beast at dancing, and rather popular with the ladies.
he’s also a great kisser.
perhaps it was because of the club. perhaps it was because of the alcohol. perhaps it was because of how good he looked in a plain t-shirt. many perhaps, many mayhaps, but one thing is for sure—you’re about to get drunk on his kisses.
jisung holds you by the waist, one hand resting on your hip, the other sliding up your side. your arms lay on his shoulders, locking around his neck as he slips his tongue into your mouth. you reciprocate, losing yourself in the taste of your friend’s friend.
you pull away first, overwhelmed by the heat. “you’re good, jisung.”
his lips quirk into a grin. “am i? i think i need to improve my technique. mind helping me out a bit more, y/n?”
there’s no need for words when your actions speak louder. in no time, your lips are meshing with his again, his hand on your hip slipping underneath your top. your breath hitches at the skin-to-skin contact, his fingertips warm against your body.
“i was thinking,” jisung whispers against your lips, “we take this somewhere else? my car’s parked outside.”
you release a shaky breath. “i’d love to.”
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𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦
pairings ‣ park jisung x female reader
genre ‣ fluff, sobrang light angst, suggestive | best friend!jisung
written in taglish | best friends to ?? | making out, that's all | word count : 1,030 | not proofread !!
📨 author's message. this was inspired from “you shouldn't kiss me like this” by toby keith. narinig ko lang siya na pinapatugtog ng lola ko and nagkaroon lang ako ng idea kaya sinulat ko because why not !!
UNANG week pa lang nang magsimula ang klase, pero tambak agad ang schoolworks niyo. tambakan ba naman kayo ng prof niyo ng sobrang daming activities at projects. parang unang week pa lang ay kailangan mo na agad ng academic break.
alas tres na ng madaling araw at marami ka pang kailangang tapusin. napapaisip ka tuloy kung tama ba tong course na kinuha mo. tama ba tong desisyon ko?! tanong mo sa sarili mo.
“gising pa kaya yon?” tanong mo at saka kinuha ang phone sa kama mo.
hoy, gising ka pa?
message sent!
wala pang ilang minuto ay agad ring tumunog ang cellphone mo. nagulat ka pa nga dahil hindi mo napansing nakakaidlip ka na pala sa table mo.
longganisa seller sent you a message!
tulog na, bakit
napairap ka naman nang mabasa ang reply ni jisung. kahit kailan talaga walang kwenta kausap, isip mo.
kain tayo, tara dito
magkalapit lang kasi ang bahay na tinitirhan niyo ni jisung kaya madalas mo siyang papuntahin sa bahay niyo, minsan naman ay ikaw ang nagpupunta sa kanila para manggulo. hindi na nag reply si jisung para dumeretso na sa inyo. tutal nagugutom rin naman siya.
“nasaan pagkain?” agad na tanong ni jisung pagkapasok na pagkapasok sa kwarto mo.
“luto ka pancit canton.” natawa ka naman dahil ang akala niya ay may pagkain na. sumimangot naman si jisung, “dali na, wag ka na umarte diyan! mag dahan dahan ka lang, tulog na sila mama.”
“tangina, baka mapagkamalan pa kong magnanakaw.” reklamo niya.
“buksan mo yung ilaw sa sala at kusina para maliwanag.” utos mo habang tinutuloy ang paggawa sa activities at projects mo.
“yes, madam.” sarkastikong sabi ni jisung na namakyu pa bago lumabas ng kwarto mo.
bumalik rin agad si jisung sa kwarto mo nang matapos itong magluto sa baba. nagmamadali pa kasi nagugutom na raw siya. kung hindi ka pa pala nag chat ay matutulog nang gutom si jisung.
“bakit ang dami niyo na agad ginagawa? buti pa kami pa-chill chill lang.” pag yayabang sayo ni jisung habang kumakain ng pancit canton niya.
“walang nag tatanong.” pambabara mo naman.
“ah, ganon. kumuha ka ng sarili mong tubig sa baba.” aniya saka kinuha yung isang basong tubig na dala niya pagkatapos niya magluto. akmang iinom na ni jisung yung tubig nang subukan mong agawin sa kamay niya.
“oh, hindi ako may kasalanan niyan.” sabi mo nang matapunan ng tubig si jisung sa damit.
nanonood lang si jisung ng netflix habang nakadapa sa kama mo, samantalang ikaw ay hindi pa rin natatapos sa mga ginagawa mo.
“hindi ka pa ba matutulog? inaantok na ko.” tanong sayo ni jisung at saka humikab.
“hindi ako matutulog, madami pa kong tatapusin.” sagot mo naman.
iniintay mong mag salita si jisung, pero pag lingon mo ay naghihilik na sa kama mo. hindi mo naman maiwasang titigan ang mukha niya dahil sobrang gwapo niya matulog. yes, tama. highschool ka pa lang may gusto ka na sa kaibigan mo, pero ayaw mong umamin kasi syempre ayaw mong masayang ang pinagsamahan niyo. alam ng lahat ng kaibigan niyo na may gusto ka kay jisung at matagal ka na rin sinasabihang umamin, pero hindi mo talaga magawa.
madalas rin kayong mapagkamalang magjowa ng ibang tao. paano ba naman kasi ay parang magjowa kayo umasta. sobrang close niyo tapos palagi kayong magkasama. sinusundo ka pa ni jisung sa room mo. hinahatid ka pauwi. sinasamahan kang mag review sa library. as in palagi talaga kayong magkasama.
tumayo ka sa kinauupuan mo at saka lumapit sa kama. dahan dahan mong tinanggal ang mga buhok na tumatakip sa mukha ni jisung. nagulat ka nang maramdaman ang labi ni jisung sa labi mo. he pecked your lips.
it was just a peck, pero grabe ang epekto sayo.
nagmulat ng mata si jisung. walang nagsalita sa inyo. nag titigan lang kayong dalawa. nanlalaki pa rin ang mata mo dahil sa gulat. you didn't expect that to happen kasi akala mo tulog na talaga siya.
pagkatapos niyong magtitigan nang ilang minuto ay muling inilapit ni jisung ang mukha sayo. nang hindi ka umalma ay nagsimula siyang igalaw ang labi niya sa labi mo. napapikit ka naman dahil sa pakiramdam. nang akmang titigil na sana si jisung dahil hindi ka nag rerespond sa halik niya ay hinila mo ang batok niya para halikan siya.
tumigil kayo nang kapusin na kayo sa hininga. you're staring at each other again. and then you cleared your throat.
“uhm – ano, may gagawin pa ko.” may bahid ng kaba at embarrassment sa boses mo. medyo nanginginig nginig pa.
kinabukasan, mag hapon mong iniiwasan si jisung. iisa lang ang circle of friends niyo kaya hirap na hirap kang gawin yon, pero ginagawa mo pa rin. hindi mo alam ang sasabihin o gagawin kapag nakaharap mo si jisung. sobrang awkward.
pati ang iba niyong kaibigan ay nagtataka dahil hindi kayo magkasama at nag aasaran. alam na nilang may mali sa inyong dalawa, pero dinedeny mo.
“ano ba nangyari sa inyong dalawa? nag away ba kayo o ano?” tanong sayo ni chenle.
umiling ka naman, “wala nga.”
“nako, mag usap kayo ah? sige na, may klase pa ko.” chenle tapped you and jisung's shoulder before leaving the two of you alone.
“hindi ako mag sosorry sa ginawa ko kagabi.” pagbasag ni jisung sa katahimikan. “hindi ako nagsisisi na hinalikan kita, yn.”
ako rin, sabi mo sa isip mo. nahihiya at na a-akwardan ka, pero hindi ka nagsisisi na hinalikan mo siya dahil alam mong ginusto mo yon. kaya mo nga siya hinila pabalik para halikan e.
akmang aalis na si jisung nang hindi sumagot.
“ako rin, jisung.”
hindi ka makatingin nang deretso kay jisung kaya nakatungo ka lang sa hita mo habang pinaglalaruan ang mga daliri mo.
“s-sorry kung iniwasan kita.. hindi ko lang talaga alam ang sasabihin sayo, pero hindi rin ako nagsisisi na.. h-hinalikan kita, jisung.” dagdag mo pa.
naupo si jisung sa tabi at saka hinawakan ang baba mo para tumingin ka sa kaniya. he cupped your face and then he pecked your lips once again. sabay pa kayong napangiti at saka mo siya niyakap.
“bakit mo muna ko tinititigan nung natutulog ako? ang creepy mo.” pang aasar sayo ni jisung.
radio plays at the background.
[ you shouldn't kiss me like this, unless you mean it like that. but if you do, baby, kiss me again. ]
#park jisung fic#nct dream suggestive#park jisung suggestive#park jisung angst#nct dream angst#fic: you shouldn't kiss me like this
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I just wanna be cuddled up with jisung-imagine the weather being cold and ya'll warming up by cuddling and slightly making out-PLS.
i think cuddling with any of the members would be nice but jisung specially has me in a chokehold because of the height difference and hhhhhh I just want him to hold me and the vibe is just like very laid back and all there is is love in the room.
#dreamingsung#just chatting#park jisung#nct dream#nct jisung#nct jisung suggestive#park jisung suggestive
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Random NCT Dream Texts
[dreamie masterlist]
a/n: some of these were inspired by Pinterest
#nct dream#chenle#nct dream x reader#haechan#jaemin#jeno#renjun#mark#park jisung#nct dream fluff#nct scenarios#nct dream fake texts#nct dream texts#nct dream suggestive
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