ooo shanga day?
Pairing: boyfriend!jaemin x streamer!reader
Themes: 18+ | smut | comedy | sickening fluff | domestic af | established relationship!au | streamer!au
Word count: 5.2k
Summary: You get really upset when, due to a blackout, your stream ends up cut short, and your game is not saved. Thankfully, your boyfriend, Jaemin, with a heart of gold and a dirty mind, knows what to do to cheer you up.
FYI: “Ooo shanga day?” is Simlish for “Why me?”
Warnings: nerdy rambles about the Sims 4 (I wrote it before EA “fixed” the new game pack so bear with me) | cursing | making out | smut | dirty talk | mentions of breeding kink | roleplay | praise kink | handjob (f!receiving) | toys (vibrator) | oral (f!receiving) | protected sex (birth control) | creampie | overstimulation
A/N my entry for neohub event! Dedicating this fic to people who heart, reblog and comment stuff. Real MVPs you are! 💚💚💚
The weather outside was perfect – perfect to stay at home and stream. In fact, it was raining cats and dogs. According to your boyfriend, who moonlighted as your private weather forecast presenter, the storm was coming. Jaemin went on and on about how you shouldn’t leave your shared apartment unless it’s absolutely necessary. If there was no other way to convince you to stay inside, he nagged you to wear warm clothes and take an umbrella.
Thankfully, you didn’t feel like leaving your house under any circumstances. You were supposed to go to the gym, but you changed your plans to playing your favorite game – the Sims 4. After all, it’s been quite a while since you had a chance to enjoy the game experience.
“The game is so glitchy,” you complained when the public lot on which you wanted to hold a wedding ceremony for your Sims glitched for the hundredth time. “Seriously, guys. Don’t get the newest game pack. Wait until they fix all the bugs first.”
mortimergothrawr| 20:43 | can’t you just turn the pack off in the settings?
You looked into the comment section of your live stream, wishing that turning off the game pack was an option. “Unfortunately not. I got it, and now I gotta suffer the consequences.”
Sighing, you decided to give up on marrying your Sims. The officiant didn’t show up, the guest didn’t want to do anything once they sat their asses down to watch the ceremony, and for some reason, your Sims refused to cut the wedding cake.
“I am done,” you groaned when your game froze when you tried to make your Sims elope. “I am so done with this. Who needs marriage anyway? Cohabitation is just as fun, isn’t it?”
watercowplantsdaily41 | 20:45 | which game pack is actually worth the money?
Waiting for the bugged game to unfreeze, you looked at the twitch chat. “It mostly depends on what you like to focus on when you play. I’m all about gameplay, so for me, it’s definitely parenthood,” you blabbered, naming all the perks that you could list off the top of your head.
donlotariohotdaddy | 20:47 | do you plan on inviting your boyfriend to stream with you?
You read another message and cringed mentally, remembering the last time Jaemin joined your stream. It was a fun experience, but you weren’t ready for it to occur again.
First of all, Jaemin doesn’t know anything about gaming. It was a nightmare to sit next to him and watch him play. Jaemin was polite and tried his best to create a decent-looking Sim, and all of the viewers seemed to enjoy the stream (mostly your reactions, though; especially when Jaemin did questionable things or spilled embarrassing facts about you.)
Second of all, you doubted Jaemin would like to participate again. You would hate to force him to do something he didn’t want, so you had to figure out an elaborate excuse.
“I don’t think he will anytime soon. Jaemin’s really busy balancing both university and work,” you politely answered when you exited the save and returned to the main menu. “I’ll let you guys know before if he ever decides to join.”
woofwoof17 | 20:51 | you’re so cute together. I hope we can see the both of you soon
“What should I play now?” You asked, scrolling through your long list of saves, not knowing what to focus on. “Anyone got any suggestions? Should I build something? I haven’t built any starter homes in a while…”
godcompexhitsbad | 20:57 | have you got any new mods to show us?
“I haven’t got any new ones ever since we got the last big update,” you replied, scrolling through the comments to find inspiration. It’d be a shame to end the stream so soon, especially when you didn’t get a chance to play properly…
sulsul123 | 21:01 | have you played the scenarios yet? The power couple one sounds fun
thesims2dabest | 21:01 | naaaaurrrrr they are too easy
caliente_nina67 | 21:01 | they’re like community challenges but for dummies
You watched people argue in the chat and occasionally shared your opinions on the matters. Although the topic wasn’t particularly controversial, quite a debate emerged, which you eloquently concluded with a short statement – fuck capitalism.
“Actually, I have never finished my 100 baby challenge when I think about it,” you wondered, trying to find that save. “It’s been ages since the last time I played it.”
toddlersdeservebetter96 | 21:12 | we’re in for a marathon, besties
With the help of your viewers, you found the right save and let it load. According to your thorough family bio, your Sim just gave birth to baby number 52, about to start looking for another donor. Your matriarch didn’t have it easy; based on your family tree, you made your Sim suffer from six twin pregnancies already.
“Oh my god, the house is awful,” you cringed at your old build. Your skills have improved significantly since the last time you played that save, so it was time to provide your Sims with a beautiful household they truly deserved.
Firstly, you moved all necessary items to the inventory. You were on the budget, and you didn’t want to sell appliances and decorations for a depreciated price, only to buy the same exact ones twice as expensive.
Taking your viewers’ pointers and suggestions, you spent almost an hour building a new house for your matriarch and the kids. It was fun to engage with other players, especially when they gave you great ideas on how to decorate the interior.
“Hmm… now that I think about it, I should give my Sims a makeover. I wanna pluck my eyes out when I see all these base game outfits. What was I thinking?” You joked, popping into the Create-a-Sim center.
fatherwintersbaby19 | 22:31 | not all your Sims looking like NPCs
nomoreideasforusernamessorry2 | 22:31 | you seriously play with your townies, lmfao
people.dont.read.these.anyway | 22:31 | cottage living pack has so many cute outfits
“I shouldn’t base an entire look on a nail polish, should I?” You pondered, contemplating if you should begin your makeover from the start again. You somehow made your matriarch look cute. However, when you could see the final outcome, all colors seemed to clash.
giveaustheburglarsback | 22:45 | you’re overthinking it. Your Sims look adorable
“Aww… thank you so much.”
whoremembers11 | 22:51 | I have to go now. Are you going to stream during the weekend?
“I don’t know. I’ll be watching the new season of Bridgerton with Jaemin,” you answered, entering the game mode. “He’s been really excited about it, and I can’t ditch him,” you giggled as you wondered what kind of dramatic reaction Jaemin would give you if you actually had the audacity to choose gaming over a Netflix marathon with him.
Focusing on the game, you took care of your Sims’ needs. Your children went to school, leaving your matriarch with the toddlers who desperately needed to be potty trained.
“Who should be our next baby daddy?” You asked your audience as you opened the family tree, attempting to see who you had already woohooed with. You’d feel embarrassed if you tried to court one of your previous donors. That would be a rookie mistake you’d hate to make.
“Occult babies count double. Should we woo Vlad? Or maybe Father Winter? Wait– does he even count as an occult Sim? I don’t think he does,” you thought, rambling to yourself, trying to make the best choice.
Despite your indecisiveness, the people on your stream helped you choose your next target. Without much trouble, you invited Knox Greenburg over. Quickly, you discovered his traits and swept him off his feet with your flawless coquetry.
“Should I randomize the woohoo place?” You asked, and everyone in the chat seemed to love that idea. “That’ll be one hell of a date if you ask me,” you commented while typing all woohoo spots in the online randomizer. “Here goes nothing,” you muttered, letting the wheel of fortune decide your matriarch fate.
Much to your dismay, your next baby was to be conceived in a dumpster. Maybe it wasn’t the most romantic option, but you hoped it would be, at least, efficient.
With determination written all over your face, you continued your game. Your matriarch took care of the children and worked from home on her cat video creator career.
“She’s going into labor!” You yelled in excitement when you got the notification. Quickly, you deleted the action queue, sending her off to the hospital. “Guys, it’s happening. Say hello to baby number 53. I really hope it’s a girl.”
It was a boy.
“Do you guys have any name ideas?” You asked, looking for suggestions. “Oh my god, the weather outside is terrible. I just heard a really loud thunder,” you added as you craned your head to look through the window. “I know it’s a stupid idea, but should I name him Thor?”
Just when you were to save your progress and end the stream, you got another pop-up notification – your matriarch just gave birth to twins.
It was a girl.
“What? Twins? How am I gonna raise them all at once?” You muttered in worry, knowing how much work it required to bring up more than one child on a short lifespan. “Okay. An idea. Would it be too much if I named her Hela? Never mind, I am naming her Hela.”
You were getting pretty tired – your eyes were getting dry, and you needed to rest. It was definitely your cue to end the stream and tell Jaemin to stop napping on the couch and join you in your bed. After all, it was almost midnight.
“What the hell? No way,” you breathed out, unable to comprehend what just happened. “Triplets? Is this for real? Are you freaking kidding me? What are the odds?” You shook your head in disbelief. “Actually, I know the odds – one percent.”
It was another boy.
sellmefootpics18 | 23:43 | please name him Loki
Without any hesitation, you entered the suggested name. You were desperate to end your stream now – you had enough surprises for one sitting.
Unfortunately, before you got to save and exit the game, you saw a bolt of lightning followed by thunder and a blackout. Within a second, the electricity was gone, and so was your game progress.
No, no, no, no, no.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” You screamed at the top of your voice, ready to break something. Cursing under your breath, you clenched your fists, letting frustration take over you.
“What happened? Are you hurt?” Jaemin asked in worry as he rushed through the doors, alarmed by your shouting. “The lights are out. Are you alright?” Jaemin scurried to your desk, making sure not to blind you with the flashlight.
“I haven’t saved my game,” you confessed, resting your forehead on Jaemin’s shoulder when he crouched down in front of your gaming chair. Gently, he wrapped his hands around you, letting you calm down in his arms.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, tightening his embrace. “Wanna talk about it?” Jaemin offered, and you straightened up and looked him into his eyes. “Let’s lie down before you tell me everything that happened in your game.”
Jaemin was a perfect boyfriend – he knew what to say, how to say it, and most importantly, when.
Gently squeezing your hand, he helped you get up and led you to the other room. The bright beam of the flashlight illuminated the floor as you walked to your bed, trying not to step on anything that was scattered by your feet.
“I was really worried when I heard your scream,” Jaemin confessed as he watched you crawl under the sheets, throwing the duvet over your head in defeat. Smiling at your adorable antics, Jaemin lay down next to you, pulling you against him, spooning you. “What happened?” He asked, and you turned around to face him, peeking at him from beneath the blanket.
Having lit a peach-scented candle by the nightstand, Jaemin wrapped his hands around your frame, letting you ramble. Although he had no idea what you were talking about, he listened to you attentively. He found your passion adorable, and admittedly, he could listen to you prattle for hours.
His right hand travelled all over your hips and your lower back as he gently nodded his head, consuming all the information.
“You don’t understand. Do you have any idea what the odds are?” You asked dramatically, huffing in frustration. It was quite an achievement, but it was all for nothing.
“One to a hundred, yes, you’ve mentioned it only a couple of times,” Jaemin giggled, brushing hair out of your face as he pressed a fond kiss against your forehead.
“Sometimes I envy you,” you whispered, pouting. “You’re laid-back and always relaxed, and you don’t have a single ounce of competitiveness in you,” you carried on as you played with the hem of his hoodie, hoping you could absorb some of his nonchalant energy and de-stress.
“You’re hot when you’re passionate about something, though,” Jaemin argued back, ready to elaborate that your enthusiasm was one of the reasons why he loved you so much. You were always devoted to everything you put your mind to, and your motivation to get all of it done to perfection was admirable about you.
“Thank you, Jaemin,” you said, leaning forward to give him a gentle peck.
“We could practice if you want,” Jaemin offered, and you raised your eyebrow in suspicion.
“Practice what exactly?” You asked in curiosity, narrowing your eyes at him, hoping he’d clarify. “Do you want to teach me how to chill, or what?”
“I meant your game challenge,” Jaemin admitted, and you laughed, poking his side.
You looked at Jaemin in confusion, trying to decipher his odd statement. What did he mean by practice? The power was gone; there was no way in hell you could start the game and try it again.
“Why are you smiling like that?” You inquired, twisting your facial expression in distaste.
“Like what?”
“Like a sex offender,” you replied honestly, and Jaemin burst out laughing. “Stop doing that.”
“How can you be so dense? I mean us, practicing,” Jaemin groaned as he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you closer, giving you an obnoxious kiss. “Like in real life.”
“What the hell?” You raised your voice, trying to untangle yourself from Jaemin’s arms. “Are you kidding me? It’s not something you can practice! And even if we could, we’re not ready. And how do you expect us to have triples? Are we even genetically potent for that? I mean… my mom is a twin, and everybody knows it likes to skip a generation, but still… it would be very immature of us, don’t you think? Also, can you imagine having triplets? Wild, and think about the stretch marks; they must be pretty bad after having triples,” you rambled, but Jaemin’s genuine smile he had when he looked at you never faltered.
“I’ve given it some thought, and I think we’re ready, but I understand your worries,” Jaemin genuinely answered, staring into your eyes. Did he think about having children with you? He must’ve had everything already figured out – the mortgage and the kindergarten were probably included in that thought process. “We could play pretend for now. You know… to see how we feel about it.”
You were deeply touched by Jaemin’s heedful words. Although he seemed ready to start a family, you didn’t feel pressured to make up your mind. Jaemin simply made that proposition for you to consider, willing to wait as much as you’d need to.
“Play pretend how? I’m on the pill, and you’ve been nutting inside me ever since. How is that pretending?” You answered, giggling when Jaemin pouted in slight annoyance.
“Roleplay! Role-play! Haven’t you heard of it?” Jaemin yelled, dramatically rolling his eyes. “Roleplay, woman. As in breeding yes, baby no. What do you think?”
Instead of giving him an instant reply, you only hummed, thinking his proposition through. You were taking your pills regularly, so the chances of getting pregnant were low, almost nonexistent. The only thing you dreaded was that you’d grow to like that type of roleplay a bit too much.
Jaemin suggestively winked at you a few times, interchangeably blowing you innocent kisses, hoping it could convince you. Your lack of reply made him slightly anxious, but when you smiled and nodded your head, Jaemin heaved a large breath, not realizing he was even holding it in.
“Awww… you want me to put a pretend baby in you,” Jaemin cooed, sliding his hand under the hem of your (his) hoodie, pulling you even closer. “You want me to fuck you full of my cum and make your belly swell,” he teased, and you hid your face in the crook of his shoulder, hoping it was enough to cover all signs of your embarrassment.
“Stop it,” you whispered, but your words didn’t carry their gravity. Giggling, Jaemin gave your neck playful kisses, obnoxiously pulling away with an over-the-top mwah sound.
“Let me take care of you,” Jaemin said as he propped his weighed on his elbow, taking in all of your beauty. “Tonight is all about you,” he added and pressed a chaste kiss against your forehead.
“You better mean it,” you smiled, letting Jaemin do whatever was currently occupying his mind.
“Have I ever not?” Jaemin challenged with a raised eyebrow, but when you were to talk back and tease him, he pulled the hood on your face, shutting you up before you even managed to say anything. “Don’t you dare lie to me; you always come back for more.”
“That is true,” you replied, pushing the hood off your face. “You’re too good for me,” you admitted as you reached down to the hem of the hoodie, pulling it over your head, revealing your bare skin to him. You spent the entire day inside, so it wasn’t just pointless to suffer from wearing your bra. For Jaemin, it was a pleasant surprise to discover there was nothing underneath the thick hoodie.
“You streamed like that? Naughty,” he commented, staring at your bare chest, admiring it. When watching wasn’t enough, he stretched his arms to fondle your breasts, making you hiss when he squeezed them unexpectedly.
“Relax, the camera was set to film from my neck upwards,” you clarified, so Jaemin could drop his possessive boyfriend act. Besides, even if your chest got caught on camera, your curves were concealed under the hoodie. It was so big and thick you were just a shapeless form. “There’s nothing worth getting jealous over.”
“Of course, there is,” Jaemin argued, willing to shower you with compliments and screeds on how others envy him for dating you. “Have you seen yourself? Even dressed like a goblin, you’re gorgeous as fuck,” he added, judging your sweatpants. Although Jaemin loved when you dolled up for him, he felt just as attracted to you in your comfortable home wear.
“How about we get back to the let-me-take-care-of-you part, hmm?”
“We got a bit sidetracked, didn’t we?” Jaemin grinned as he leaned forward, peppering your neck and cleavage with delicate kisses, kneading your breasts. “Imma prep you so well,” he whispered when he slid his hand into your panties, flicking your clit with his skillful fingers.
“Just take it all off,” you urged as you pulled down your sweatpants together with your red lacy panties down to your mid-thigh, letting Jaemin take care of the rest.
“Huh,” Jaemin whispered upon seeing your fancy pair of underwear before he yanked it down your legs and tossed it onto the floor. “That’s what you wear underneath all of that?” He asked, still comprehending your fashion choice. Were you planning to have him dick you down?
“All the plain ones are in the laundry,” you commented, innocently batting your eyelashes.
“It’s your turn this week, so of course, you let it pile up,” Jaemin tsked as he got rid of your socks, so you were lying completely nude in front of him. “I have an idea,” he added, quickly looking away to rummage through your nightstand. “How do you feel about it?” Jaemin asked, showing you the cute purple vibrator which you both liked to use from time to time to spice things up.
“Yes,” you replied eagerly, knowing Jaemin would put you through sweet torture with it.
Smirking, Jaemin turned on the device and pressed it against your clit, letting it gently tease you with the slowest setting. “It feels nice, doesn’t it?” he cooed as he watched you roll your hips, trying to apply more pressure.
“Mmm… keep going,” you purred as you shut your eyes close, letting the pleasure slowly build up. With the toy still against your core, Jaemin leaned in and sucked your left nipple, providing you with extra stimulation. “More,” you whispered, and Jaemin surprisingly complied with you, switching to the quicker mode. “Fuck.”
“You’re so wet already,” Jaemin commented as he looked at your drenching entrance glistening with your essence. “I could slide right in, but I’ll wait until after you come,” he teased, rubbing your juices all over your folds. “Should I turn it up more? I can’t wait to see you writhe,” Jaemin suggested, and you nodded your head, unable to say no to him.
The tip of the vibrator dug into your clit, making your legs shake, and it was only on speed 3 out of the possible 5. Jaemin’s sinful words must’ve got to your head a bit too much than you’d like them to. Tonight you were exceptionally sensitive, and Jaemin wouldn’t take it easy on you. Quite the contrary, he’d please you until you wouldn’t be able to take any more.
That’s how much he loved you.
“Why did you stop?” You whined when Jaemin turned off the device. “Nana,” you whimpered, hoping your begging voice would make him turn it back on.
“It wasn’t me,” Jaemin answered as he creased his eyebrows, studying the vibrator. There was only one explanation on why it would randomly switch off, and you groaned, blaming it on your bad luck. “I think the battery is out,” Jaemin delivered the news after inspecting the device, and you held back a frustrated sob. “Sorry, babe.”
“Where is your power bank?” You asked, not even trying to conceal your desperation. “We could charge it up. It’ll be ready just in time for round two,” you bargained, but Jaemin only offered you an awkward smile which was a pretty good indicator your plan wasn’t going to work out.
“I don’t have it,” he revealed, and you pouted, heaving a deep sigh. “I‘ve lent it to Jeno. He’s going on a hiking trip this weekend, so I let him have it,” Jaemin explained, smiling sheepishly.
Jaemin was too good for his own good. Of course, charging your vibrator during a blackout wasn’t one of the reasons why Jaemin had made that purchase, but Jeno was going on these silly hikes way too often to not have his own charging device.
“Don’t worry. I’ll eat you out just fine,” Jaemin spoke up as he climbed between your legs to cup your clit, sucking and tugging it. Although it was a different type of sensation, you quickly forgot about the damned toy when Jaemin’s mouth was getting you all worked up.
“Nana–“ you moaned, gripping the sheets when his tongue lapped all over your folds.
“I’ll make you all nice and wet for my cock,” Jaemin whispered as he pulled away to stare at your drenching cunt and stretch you with his long fingers.
“Yes, Nana,” you chanted his name, feeling your orgasm approaching. “I need your mouth back,” you groaned as you groped your breasts, kneading them. Having listened to your desperate pleas, Jaemin leaned in to cup your sex, flattening his tongue against your clit. In an instant, you lost your grip on reality as the powerful heat of your orgasms washed through you.
Jaemin’s hands and mouth moved in sync, guiding you throughout your peak.
“You look so pretty like that,” Jaemin shamelessly commented as he stared at your post-orgasm form. Your eyes were closed, your bottom lip in between your teeth as you basked in the pleasure. How much Jaemin wished to have better lighting than a single candle – he’d take so many photos of you for his personal collection.
Looking at you fondly, Jaemin wiped his jaw with the back of his hand.
“How are you feeling?” Jaemin asked as he lay next to you, caressing your body. His hand ran down your side to rest on your bare butt and give it a playful squeeze.
“So good, Nana,” you whispered, cuddling closer to him, nuzzling your nose in his hoodie.
“Just tell me when you’re ready, and we’re making babies,” Jaemin said, undressing himself in haste. Though it wouldn’t be any different than all the other times he nutted inside you, the fact that you were willing to try out roleplaying excited him a great amount.
“I want to suck you off, though,” you confessed, stretching your arm to give him a couple strokes, but Jaemin was quick to slap your hand away.
“We’re not doing that tonight,” he ordered as he got on the bed, right between your thighs. “Every drop of my cum is getting inside of you,” he clarified, and you rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath that you’d just have a taste. “Just think how hot you’ll be all knocked up, swollen with our baby,” Jaemin carried on, and you got dizzy by just thinking about it.
“Can I, at least, ride you?” You asked, pouting. It was your secret weapon – when you looked at him like that, there was no way he could deny you.
“Come here,” Jaemin smiled at you and massaged his thighs, mentioning for you to sit down on them. Giggling at him, you sat astride, letting his veiny cock brush against your folds. “Are you still sensitive, babe?” Jaemin cooed, and you nodded your head while adjusting your position.
Carefully, you raised your hips, and Jaemin aligned his erection with your entrance, letting you slowly sink down his length. You could feel every vein on his cock as it brushed against your walls.
“Nana,” you breathed out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him against your chest. “I’ll go slow, okay?” You muttered, and Jaemin hummed, letting you choose the pace.
At a rather unhurried pace, you began rocking your hips up and down. Jaemin’s hands were all over your back as he held you close, sucking your nipples.
“Ah fuck,” you moaned, arching your back, already feeling another orgasm approach.
“You’re doing great, love,” Jaemin moaned, trying to control his voice. The way your walls squeezed around his erected cock got him to feel dizzy. Despite the slow tempo, you rolled your hips when he was deep inside of you, making him lose his mind.
You loved when Jaemin was vocal in bed, and right now, he was moaning filth straight into your ear when you rode him. One second, Jaemin was whispering the nastiest things, only to shower you with compliments on how well you were squeezing around him later. At this point, you had no idea which side of him turned you on more.
“Nana,” you groaned, shutting your eyes close. Driven by lust, you quickened your pace in desperation, already feeling tiny sparks of your approaching peak all over your body. “I won’t last much longer,” you admitted, tightening your muscles around his throbbing erection.
“Shit, shit,” Jaemin cursed as he started to pound from beneath, bottoming out. You drove him crazy, and he couldn’t hold it in anymore. You were squeezing him so nicely – Jaemin needed to fill you with his cum.
Jaemin’s cock was pulsating inside of you, and your sensitive clit brushed against his pelvic bone every time you bobbed up and down. After the first round, it was too much for you to handle, so you came, shouting Jaemin’s name at the top of your voice when you did.
“Everybody in our building knows whose cock is the best now,” Jaemin cheekily commented, fucking you through your bliss. “I’ll carry that title with pride,” he added as he cupped your mouth, shutting you up with a passionate kiss.
After a few thrusts, Jaemin came undone, shooting his load deep inside of you with a throaty wail.
“Oh God,” Jaemin breathed out, “that was magical,” he added, innocently pecking your lips. “I love you so, so much,” Jaemin confessed, pressing gentle kisses all over your face.
“I love you, too,” you giggled, still high from your orgasm. “I need to lie down,” you said, and Jaemin grabbed you by your thighs and carefully helped you rest your back on the bed. His cock was still inside, preventing his cum from leaking out.
Pretend or not, Jaemin was going to roleplay this fantasy until the very last act.
“If this was real, we would’ve made at least twins,” Jaemin remarked as he slowly pulled out his flaccid cock, staring at his cum ooze out of your whole. “Wouldn’t that be exciting?” he challenged, scooping his sperm with his finger, pushing it back in.
“You can’t expect me to be on board after one time we roleplayed it,” you teased as you climbed up the bed to rest your head on the soft pillow. “We need to practice a few times more for me to agree,” you added, and Jaemin smiled, realizing you were making tiny steps in the right direction.
“That’s not a no, so I’m gonna take that,” Jaemin happily said, pulling you against his side, cuddling you. “And that’s all because of your game,” he mused with a sigh, proud of that turn of events. That seemed unreal, but Jaemin was content with the outcome.
“And now, I’m upset. Why did you mention that again?” You grumbled, trying to dramatically suffocate yourself with Jaemin’s bicep.
“We can repeat the whole process from the beginning,” Jaemin teased, biting his bottom lip as he seductively stared at you. “Just give me a moment to get my shit together.”
“Thank God you weren’t near me when I downloaded the risky woohoo mods the other day,” you mused with a playful smirk, and Jaemin cocked up his eyebrow as his interest was piqued.
“How come you’re telling me all of this now?” Jaemin yelled dramatically, regretting that he wasn’t actively enjoying your previous streams. “You gotta teach me how to play.”
“The Sims 4 is way more than woohoo mods and 100 baby challenge,” you remarked, and Jaemin resisted the urge to boohoo you.
“It’s all about deleting the pool ladder. Everybody knows that,” Jaemin proudly added in, and you just pulled him closer, shutting him up with a kiss. You had no heart to tell him the truth about the pool ladder situation. “Just kiss me.”
