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Pairing: Boyfriend Jaemin x Afab Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend is determined to help you unwind from all the stress you've been under.

Warnings: Oral (reader rec)

Word Count: 852

Hyuck is the type to gas up his gf when she first shaves all of her hair off but he's also the type to be the most insufferable immature little shit

"when it grows out a little more, you should bleach it... you're gonna look like a sexy little Sisqo"

"so like... what's the alternative to hair pulling? if I'm giving it to you from behind, do I slap the back of your head?"

He will definitely pretend your head is a crystal ball

"I love you, Megamind."

kisses your head a LOT

"Can I lick your head? No? Jerk..."

"You know how if you look at something and imagine yourself licking it that your brain does the thing and you suddenly know exactly how something would feel if you did lick it? Yeah I'm doing that with your head since you won't let me lick it... jerk"

"Good girlfriends let their boyfriends lick their bald heads"

"If you really loved me, you'd let me do it"

"stop being a jerk and lemme do it stop gatekeeping that bald deliciousness"

"I can literally put my tongue on your pussy but this is where you draw the line?"

"If you don't let me lick your head, you're a racist and a jerk"

brags to everyone about your shirt hair

"my girlfriend's bald"

"I haven't been in love with a bald woman since I learned about Grace Jones... I'd dump you for her. She'd let me lick her head."

"It's a good length to bleach it so now you can get that Sisqo thing going"

🪻 chittaphon drabble.

— Meu amor, acorda...

A voz aveludada, mansa, e risonha, ecoa por seus ouvidos, meio distante ainda pelo sono presente. Seus olhos abrem-se devagar, ainda com a visão levemente embaçada, e então foca na figura em sua frente.

Chittaphon com os olhinhos rasgados, resultado de um sorriso genuíno, com Malee no colo, sapeca como sempre, balançando os bracinhos empolgada. Seu primeiro dia das mães. Ten havia levado seu café da manhã na cama, com um buquê de flores, e algumas caixas de presente.

A vergonha se faz presente, e você ri fraco se acomodando sentada. Os óculos de grau de seu marido levantam em seu nariz arrebitado à medida em que o sorriso aparece. É quando ele declara:

— Feliz dias das mães, minha rainha. Eu e a nossa neném amamos você demais, demais. — murmura, selando seus lábios em seguida. Malee se joga em seu colo, dando gritinhos empolgado, com a boquinha direto para seu seio, afim de se alimentar também.

Ten passa para ti a filha de vocês com maestria, parece que nasceu para ser pai. A neném gosta de ser tratada como uma boneca do papai, sendo ajeitada de um lado, para o outro.

— Obrigada... — murmura envergonhada, dando de mama para a bebê. Ten acaricia sua coxa, a olha com ternura. Em seguida pega um morango, o mergulha no chocolate e leva até sua boca. Você come com vontade.

Classroom Pleasure l.mk

Genre: Smut

Wc: 0.2k

Warnings: Adult language

last night I had a dream where it was late at night and I was in a cab making my way to a hotel

when I got to the hotel I had a hard time checking in, and then the guy behind me asked me if I needed help carrying my bags to the elevator. I thought he was concierge so I thanked him. it was jaemin. I knew in my dream he is JAEMIN but I wondered if he he was Jaemin Jaemin or just a guy in my dream in the form of Jaemin (if that makes sense 😭)

when we got to the elevators (which I recall being really shiny and gold) Chenle came up to Jaemin and started asking him if he checked into their room yet. Chenle was super well dressed! hair up all nice. he looked at me and I was about to ask Jaemin if he was concierge but Jaemin was like, “how about we have lunch?”

"i loved you, you used me."

for jaemin.

Prompt List Drabbles

“i don’t have the energy to fight you anymore.” and "i loved you, you used me."

Pairing. Jaemin x reader

Words. ~0.4k

Content. Suffering and sadness

A/N. The scenario that worked in my head was involving Jaemin having difficulties understanding his own thoughts and feelings, and being misunderstood by our y/n, who also can't deal with someone who doesn't "share" their feelings often. Poor boy. It's pretty short but painful so let's go

FIVE years of a painfully long relationship that was only about giving, and never about recieving. Giving all your love, your blood sweat and tears for Jaemin, and never recieving anything near that in return. Love? Love was starting to look like a chain. A chain that locked you with a wheight that gog heavier everytime, till your bones cracked and fell on the ground.

You're tired. Tears can no longer collect on your eyelids, as you've emptied the stock. Countless, countless fights were enough for all the remaining sadness to turn to indifference.

Jaemin kept talking, kept trying to make things work again. But you've had enough. Sitting on the floor, you sigh, putting your face in your hands.

"Jaemin, please let me go home." You look him straight in the eye, pleading with your eyes if words aren't enough to express the urgency of ending a situation that has gone on for too long. "I already told you. I don't have the energy to fight you anymore. That's enough for me."

"Please, please, you have to understand..."

"Understand?" You frown, whispering. "Do I need to understand? Understand what, exactly? That every time I needed you, you chose to ignore me and closed yourself in your world? That you always needed to be understood, but that I needed to be there all the time for you?" You begin to calmly gather your things, too tired for any manifestation of the fraction of indignation you were feeling. "Or maybe, I should understand that you had reasons to use me for your own pleasure and dump me when I didn't serve you?" You approached Jaemin, lightly stroking his face with your index finger. Your gesture seemed kind, but your words were cold as ice. "It's simple, Jaemin. With all my heart, I loved you, and you used me, like I was something disposable."

The silence perpetuated as you gathered the rest of your things. Before you walked through Jaemin's apartment door for the last time, you looked back. The smile, albeit sad, counteracted the tears that finally decided it was time to return to flood your lashes and run down your cheeks.

"You have five seconds to answer me or a bullet is going straight through your skull."

Fear suffocates your heart as you sit, tied to a chair across from three familiar faces. One of which has a gun pointing at their head as tears stream down her face.

"I don't know-"

"Wrong."

The sound of a gunshot echoing throughout the room has a sob ripping from your throat. Blood splatters against your face as the two others across from you scream in horror. You can only sit there in shock, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you watch the man walk out from behind the chairs and stand in front of the remaining two survivors. Conveniently, he now stands in front of you.

"Why are you doing this?" Your voice comes out a mere whisper, terror lacing every word as you tremble in your seat.

Immediately, Jeno turns to look at you with that all too familiar smile. A smile in which stretches tightly across his face, staring at you with mock sympathy.

"Oh, Darling, I thought I told you," he hums, tilting his head ever so slightly. "Do you not remember the way they treated you growing up? How they terrorized you every day at school? How they made you scared to even so much as set foot outside your door?"

"We already told you that we're sorry!" The one in the centre chair cries, leaning forward as far as she can given the ropes tied around her figure. "We didn't mean for it to go this far!"

"You mean you didn't expect to receive consequences for your actions." Jeno corrects with an amused huff, turning back to her in the next second. "Well, it's time to pay up."

Again, he slowly creeps back around the three chairs until he's standing directly behind her. Carefully, he leans forward, watching in twisted amusement as her sobs become more violent the closer he gets to her. You close your eyes.

"Oh, no, Honey," Jeno tuts, his attention now turns to you as he places his hands onto the girl's shoulders, the gun now tucked into his back pocket. She flinches. "You get to watch as I fulfill every dark desire of yours, doing to them exactly what you've always wanted to do."

"I never meant for this to happen," you shake your head, wanting nothing more than to cover your ears with your hands, but you cannot. "I never wanted this."

"What are you-"

The girl's words die in her throat as Jeno wraps his arms around her neck. Slowly, he begins to squeeze tighter and tighter until you can see her gasping for air. Another minute and her eyes roll into the back of her head. You whole body begins to shake.

Finally, Jeno releases his grip on the girl's throat before slowly turning to the last person in the set of three.

"Of course, I've saved the best for last." Jeno chuckles, his eyes locking on the only other male in the room as he circles back in front. "I think I'm going to enjoy this far more than the other two."

The male meets his gaze with nothing but pure, agonizing fear reflected in his eyes. His screams are muffled through the rag stuffed in his mouth as tears leak out of the corners of his eyes.

A malicious smirk pulls at the corner of Jeno's lips as he watches the male struggle in his bonds. The fact that he's practically pleading for his life now is the icing on the cake.

"So, you thought playing with my beloved's heart was all fun and games, didn't you?" Jeno grins mockingly, once more tilting his head as he gets right up in the male's face. "Made them believe you were in love with them while you were only pretending to care about them for a prank. You never really appreciated them, did you? All that they did, all that they sacrificed?"

The male shakes his head vigorously, leaning as far back in the chair from Jeno as he can.

"All you ever did was take, take, take from them." Jeno tuts, shaking his head. "Well, I think it's time I returned the favour, no?"

Reaching into his front pocket, Jeno pulls out a switchblade, that all too familiar malicious smile painting his lips once more.

The last thing you see before Jeno blocks the male from view is him looking at the blade with wide eyes, tears falling freely down his cheeks. All you can hear are the males muffled screams which luckily seem to drown out the sound of his flesh being cut, and his blood dripping onto the floor.

A minute later, it all ends, and the deadly silence that surrounds you unnerves you more than the gruesome sounds you've just had to endure. Again, you close your eyes, not wanting to be faced with the horror you know is sure to greet you if your were to look in the male's direction as soon as Jeno steps away from his body.

The only downside to this is you cannot see Jeno approaching you, blood covering his hands as he reaches to wipe a tear off of your face.

As soon as you feel his gentle caress, you flinch, eyes flinging open to stare in horror at Jeno who now stands in front of you with that sickeningly sweet look of adoration in his eyes.

"How could you do such a thing?" Your voice nearly gets caught in your throat as the entire weight of the situation comes crashing down onto your shoulders. "You're a monster."

Hey!

How are you? Are you doing fine? Are you happy? Have you been well? Am I asking too many questions?

Perhaps I should start over, but then again, I'm not very good with words.

It's been a while, hasn't it? I mean, since I've written to you. Granted, I haven't really sent any of my previous letters... but I think I'll finally have the courage to send you this one. There are just too many things I want to say to you, so I'll try and keep this short, but please forgive me, my love, if I start to ramble.

The other day, I saw you wearing that shirt you love so much. It's your favourite colour, and it looks so breathtaking on you. To be honest, I bought a matching one for myself, but I'm too nervous to wear it quite yet. I want you to know who I am so badly, but what if you don't love me like I love you?

Perhaps I shouldn't be thinking of such morbid things. You'll love me when the time comes, I just know it!

Oh, no! Does that make me sound too cocky? I sure hope not. I know you don't like overconfidence. Believe me when I say I'm not like that. Unless you wanted me to be, which would really be some twist of fate. I'd become whoever you wanted me to, if it meant you loving me back...

I bought you a bouquet of your favourite flowers the other day... but I was too nervous to give them to you. You were with Johnny, and he wouldn't have let me live it down if I ever were to embarrass myself in front of you. He means well, but he's not helping my anxiety. Not that it's you that makes me anxious! I just find that I can never speak properly when you're around. I ramble way too much... kind of just like what I'm doing now. Though, I suppose you can't really ramble in a note, can I?

Perhaps I'll finally have the courage to face you tomorrow in person. I really hope you look forward to the day as much as I do.

You're marked in my heart, and I hope you'll mark me in yours.

I love you, always.