#nct renjun x reader

[moonjella]

MASQUERADE — 00 LINE

pairing || 00 line x fem!reader

synopsis || it's your first halloween at this prestigious school and with it is your first annual halloween masquerade. it's elegance and classiness mixed with the spirits of the young and drunk — a party like no other. but there is one rule : do not remove your mask. easy enough in theory, but in practise you find yourself to be the only prey in a room full of predators.

content || mature, minors do not interact! alcohol consumption. explicit smut — gangbang, unprotected sex, pulling out, cumming inside, cunningulus, fingering, blowjob, doggy style, riding, double penetration (spitroasting), anal play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, petplay, petnames, degradation and praise, dom/sub dynamics.

word count || 6.9k

author's note || for @underworldnet’s halloween event — day eight : costume.

“A bunny?” you scoff. “Really?”

“It was the only thing left in your size.” Shotaro explains. And in all honesty, it looks like the dress is two times smaller than anything you’ve worn before.

“I’m sure the fancy dress store would have had something better.”

“And I’m sure you know that this isn’t a party for five–year–olds. This isn’t fancy dress, it’s fancy dress. As a member of the committee, I can’t allow you into the party with me if you don’t follow the rules.”

“Maybe that’s the point,” you snatch the dress from his hands and throw it onto the bed. But you pick up the glamorous mask from the box he’d opened for you. This, at least, was something to admire.

A bunny mask, white with gems and lace dotted delicately across it with two white feathers poking from the top to act as ears.

“Come on,” he whines. “You promised you’d come this year.”

“I know I did but now that it’s a few hours away, I’m beginning to think it’s okay to break some promises.”

“You’d really break a promise with your best friend?” he gasps. It sounds like he’s only kidding when he fake sobs but it’s Shotaro and you know it means something to him deep down.

He’s your best friend, after all.

You tut and let out a quiet exhale.

“I’ll go,” you say to him. “But is there really nothing else I can wear?”

“I spent all day shopping to find your costume…” he pouts.

“Fine,” you huff. “Is there a reason I’m bunny?”

“Didn’t I tell you this year’s theme is animals?”

“I thought it was masquerade.”

“Every year is masquerade, dummie. But the theme changes every year, not many people go with the theme anyway. But I thought it would be fun for us to do it, since it’s your first time.”

“What’s your animal?” you ask him.

“I’m an otter.” He says with the biggest, dorkiest smile ever.

“An otter?”

“Yeah!” his eyes close up from how much he’s smiling and you can’t find it in yourself to question his choice further.

“This party’s a big deal, huh?” you mutter to yourself.

“I’ll pick you up at nine, ‘kay?”

You nod and wave him goodbye while he runs out of your room. You know in the few hours until the party, he’ll barely have enough time to get ready himself since he’s part of the committee.

Neither you or Shotaro were party people, but the annual Halloween masquerade is something he takes pride in — mainly because him and a bunch of his friends host it every year, but also because he loves the spooky season.

Though, you can imagine there’d be little festivities happening tonight.

With the kind of crowd at your college — a prestigious and expensive kind — the partygoers only care about drinking overpriced champagne and showing off their designer outfits.

It’s not that you never attended by your own choice. Shotaro invited you every year but last year you fell sick and the year before you were behind with assignments.

You feel worried, in a way. Sure, you’ve been to your share of parties. But this is the biggest party of the year. And your outfit seemed lame.

Tonnes of people go as bunnies, and the number of bunnies would be higher since the theme is animals. Oh well, you trust Shotaro’s choice.

You sigh as you look over the items on your bed.

The white dress, the embellished mask and a pair of white kitten heels — Shotaro knows you wouldn’t be able to handle stilettos for an entire night and you silently thank him for taking note.

You remind yourself to pay him in return for going shopping on your behalf as you get in the shower. Playing your favourite songs, you get ready with a bit of a lighter mood.

Since you’re wearing a mask, you don’t go too heavy on the eyes and instead focus on picking out the perfect shade of lipstick. And then you move onto your hair.

When you’re done, you slip into your dress, fumbling with the zipper as your arms reach around your back to pull it up. You put on your shoes and straighten yourself out in the mirror.

You look… beautiful.

White never looked so good on you.

No one in the entire campus has seen you show so much skin and you begin to tremble with bad nerves but a knock on your room door grounds you.

“You look amazing!” Shotaro looks you up and down with a huge smile.

He is donned in a brown tweed suit. His hair is slicked back and the upper half of his face is covered with a mask — rounded eyes and rounded ears and brown fur.

“Mr. Otter,” you greet him. “You’re late.”

“Only by two minutes,” he grins and picks up your mask before tying the ribbons around your head, making sure to not spoil your perfectly styled hair. “How are you feeling?”

“A little nervous, but I’m starting to feel excited.”

Although the pit of your stomach is a little wobbly, there is a thrilling sensation in your chest that outweighs it. it’s safe to say you’re not as reluctant as before now that Shotaro is here. He’s so happy to see you.

You can only imagine how excited he is for you to finally attend his party.

Maybe it’s the excitement of Shotaro escorting you, or the fact that it’s your first time going, but when you look in the mirror while he fixes your mask, you feel like a completely different person. And you like it.

Maybe just for one night, you could be someone else.

“Ready to go?” he asks.

Your hand slips into his naturally. “Yeah.”

“You remember the rule, right?”

“Don’t take off your mask.”

The party is everything you imagined it to be, and everything you didn’t imagine it to be.

You’re in awe at the sheer elegance of it.

Sure, you’ve heard many stories about it. You never attended but it was no doubt a hot topic of conversation for days afterwards and people began looking forward to next year’s party immediately.

As you stepped into the hall, it feels like a new age ballroom for modern teens.

Like the old days of high society somehow met with drunken teen spirit of the twenty–first century.

You would be lying to say you aren’t impressed when Shotaro asks you.

Staring up at the dazzling chandeliers, Shotaro’s arm slips from your hold as he hugs some random guy. You don’t recognise him because of the mask he’s wearing, but he’s all green. His suit a dark shade of emerald velvet while his mask is a few shades lighter with textured snake skin.

His smile, on the other hand, is charming and completely unalike to a snake.

They exchange chatter and you don’t pay attention to their words until Mr. Snake lays his eyes on you. His pretty smile widens to show a perfect set of teeth.

Before he can introduce himself, you’re met with a handful of girls who’ve been excited to see you since you announced to them you’d be at the party. They whisk you away and you give a sorry wave to Shotaro.

You didn’t want to leave him so early but he cheers you on with raised fists.

You’re rushed onto the dance floor but you want nothing more than to peel away from the crammed bodies. For a few moments, you blend in on the border of enjoying dancing but you’d need a few drinks to loosen up first.

You escape the grasp of sweaty bodies wrapped in expensive clothes and slip away to the side.

If the party is this hyper right now, you certainly don’t feel excited for how much louder it will get in a few hours.

But then again… tonight’s all about letting go, right?

It wouldn’t hurt to join in with the chaos for one night.

Everyone’s wearing masks and you can barely recognise who is who unless you know them personally.

There’s a hint of fun among all of this.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and a gentle shiver runs down your spine. It’s thrilling. And you feel like everyone is watching — your body grows a little to elated to what you’re used to.

Backing away from the crowd, you walk over to the punch table.

You sniff it before drinking, registering a hint of alcohol hidden among the fruity taste.

If you wanted to get completely wasted, you’d have started with the champagne on the other side of the room but you settle with some surprisingly good punch for now.

You just needed easing up a little.

And it works pretty fast. Your shoulders slowly relax and the dancefloor doesn’t seem so daunting now.

You feel a timid buzz in your body and it becomes stronger when someone joins you at the punch table.

He leans his butt against it after pouring a cup and sips it while looking you up and down.

You feel yourself burst into flames under the gaze of… a bear?

“Bunny?”

You nod.

“Nice,” he smirks. “You’re missing a tail, though.”

You roll your eyes and sip your own drink while his eyes slip down your back to your butt where he would expect to see a plush ball of white fur. You didn’t think about it until now, but your mask and ears are enough to let others know what animal you are. A missing tail isn’t a big deal.

But the way Mr. Bear looks at your body is.

It’s a new feeling; you like it, but you also don’t.

Discomfort floods your body but at the same time, you don’t want the feeling to go away. You can feel the walls of your comfort zone breaking away little by little.

You sigh at the thought. You’re doing this for Shotaro, remember?

Speaking of, you glance around the room and spot him surrounded by a group of people. Always the social butterfly. You feel proud of him in a way, but it didn’t help that you’re too awkward to speak to anybody else in the room.

Small talk has never been your expertise.

“Enjoying the party?” Mr. Bear asks.

“Sure.”

“Just sure? Not this is the best party you’ve ever been to?”

“It’s not the worst,” you shrug.

He chuckles and takes another sip of his drink.

“You look like you don’t go to many parties.”

“I don’t.”

“Then why are you here?”

Now, who does he think he is interrogating you for no reason, hm? His bear mask is less than intimidating, but the smirk on his face when he sees you firing up is enough to unsettle your nerves.

He’s here to piss you off on purpose.

There’s no need to give him what he wants.

Just finish your drink and go to the dance floor, maybe find Shotaro and dance with him for a bit before leaving.

“It’s rude to ignore people. It would be a shame to see a cute, little bunny get into trouble with the big, bad bear.”

He scoots over to you as he says it and he makes sure to whisper it right into your ear.

You swallow, ignoring the way his breath floats over your skin and causes goosebumps to rise. You curse the dress for not being long enough to hide how your body reacts to him.

“Big and bad, my ass,” you scoff, hiding your nervousness with an attitude. “You’re as intimidating as my little toe.”

You roll your eyes. When is this loser going to leave?

“You here with anyone?”

“What?”

“Did you come here with a date or are you alone?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Just curious if you had an invite.”

“First of all, I was invited. And secondly, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t choose to spend my night breaking into some dumb party.”

“You sound angry,” he hisses. “Maybe you should leave if you don’t like it.”

“I would but some asshole bear keeps trying to talk to me.”

He’s silent for a moment before asking, “Who did you come with?”

Your grit your teeth. All the work the alcohol had done to relax you had failed the moment this pretentious ass came along.

“I came with Shotaro,” you tell him.

“Shotaro?” he laughs. “You gotta be kidding. Do you really expect me to believe that?”

“Why not? Is it so hard to believe?”

“A little,” he admits, clearly becoming agitated with you. “How about I call him over so you can say it to him?”

“What are you—”

“Relax, Haechan” Mr. Snake appears in true snake fashion. He attempts to rub away the tension in Mr. Bear’s shoulders. “She’s with Taro. I saw them come in together.”

The bear bites back a remark and finally shuts up.

With the snake dude is another guy — dark hair and piercing eyes. It takes you a while but you realise his mask depicts a wolf.

“You’re YN, right?” he says. “Taro talks about you a lot.”

You nod silently.

“Shit… you’re YN?” Haechan brings his fist up to cover his mouth. You don’t know why he’s so shocked but him being stunned to silence works for you.

“I’m Jeno.” Mr. Wolf holds out his hand but you don’t take it.

He retracts it slowly and you look to Mr. Snake again.

“Jaemin,” he introduces himself. “And you know Haechan already, I see.”

The four of you fall into silence. After learning their names, you can’t say you know them. You don’t recall ever having classes with any of them.

“Are you enjoying the party?” Mr. Snake slash Jaemin asks.

“It’s fine,” you say plainly. “The company, however, is not.”

Your words cut through the air between you like a knife and you can tell they’re all taken aback. You’re not sure where this fieriness has come from but it feels exhilarating. Seeing them all look at you in surprise while at the same time, their eyes travel up and down your body.

Being set on fire by three different gazes is new but addicting.

You direct your attention to tracing the shape of the pumpkin on your cup of punch while they begin chattering to one another. It’s a little awkward and you’re about to leave before you’re knocked into.

Thankfully, your white dress doesn’t get stained but the white shirt of a tux turns red with the punch.

“Aww, man, my shirt!”

You step back immediately, not wanting any of the stains on you.

“I told you to watch it,” a familiar voice whines. Renjun appears donning a fox mask while patting down YangYang with some napkins. “Oh, hey YN. You look… good.”

You don’t miss the way his eyes stick on your body before looking away.

“Th–thanks…” you mutter.

Renjun is a quiet friend, but he always goes out of his way to speak with you. You have a few classes together and you get along well. But one thing you’ve always wanted to ask him is why he hangs out with YangYang so much.

Renjun is a sweet, calm and mature guy. YangYang is nothing but trouble. He’s loud and grabs attention wherever he goes. You try not to question their friendship much but as Renjun tries to clean the stain on the latter’s suit, you really wonder how their friendship came to be.

YangYang wears a mask with a pointed nose and eyes — an eagle.

Interesting choice.

Being surrounded by them all — all of whom are taller than you — makes you feel intimidated. They share glances between themselves; it’s awkward but no one says anything.

Renjun continues to help YangYang clean himself, Haechan starts whining again and thankfully, it’s not to you. And the other two, Jeno and Jaemin, deal with both Haechan’s annoyance and YangYang’s carelessness.

While they’re distracted, you take the opportunity to slip away and scour the floor for Shotaro. He’s further away now and you don’t look forward to fighting your way through the dancefloor to get to him.

You pull your phone from your purse and send him a quick text message. He checks his phone straight away and his eyes search for you as soon as he sees it and you give him a little wave. He smiles back in acknowledgement before his attention is stolen again.

The message reads: gonna head to the private room for a bit. I’ll come back soon

You head to the said room, looking back to ensure nobody saw you slipping through the back door of the hall and down the empty corridors of the building.

When you reach the room, you close the door quietly behind you.

The lights are already turned on, albeit dim. Somebody probably forgot to switch them off, maybe Shotaro.

He showed you his “secret” room a long time ago but you never visited it frequently until recently. He used it to plan for the party while you studied sitting next to him. No one else ever came when you were alone so you assume it’s an unused room.

Shotaro told you he sometimes comes here alone when he feels stressed, and asked for you to use it freely.

You collapse onto the soft couch; the plush, velvety material drags you deeper while you take off your mask and fling it onto the coffee table.

“So much for getting out of my comfort zone.”

You scroll through your phone until you’re bored and then spend the rest of your time laying in silence staring at the decorated ceiling.

Shotaro probably won’t have much time to come see you away from the party so you decide to head back.

But as soon as you stand, you hear voices growing louder. You stop a few feet away from the door, waiting for them to pass so you can leave only for the door to your room to swing wide open.

You jolt slightly, heart racing for some reason.

“Another shirt ruined. My mom’s going to kill me.” YangYang says as he enters first but stops in his tracks right in front of you.

The others bump into him subsequently.

“YN,” the wolf — Jeno — says. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I was just leaving.” You duck to the side to make a narrow escape but a big, tall bear stands in your way.

“Not so fast, little bunny. You know this is our room, right?”

You clench your jaw. What is it with this guy and trying to cause you problems?

“I didn’t know.”

“So you just go wandering into any room you like?”

“I…, no. Shotaro brought me here. He said I can use it whenever.”

“Oh, he did now?”

“Yes, he did.”

“Now, now children. Let’s not start getting into it again.” Jaemin says.

The others step further into the room and you try to leave again but Haechan still stands in your way.

“You gonna move or what?”

“Would you look at that?” he scoffs. “Bunny’s got a bite.”

If he doesn’t stop, you might actually bite him.

He steps closer and you stand up straighter when he looks down at you. He’s only inches away; he feels… addicting.

“Don’t act so brave, little bunny. Or the big, bad bear might gobble you up whole.”

You scoff.

“Not likely. The majority of a bear’s diet consists of vegetation.”

“Bunny’s got a brain, too.” Jaemin says from the couch. Your back is facing him so you don’t see him picking up the bunny mask you left on the table and waving it to the others. “But not a big one, apparently.”

The rest of them have settled comfortably in the room and before you know it, Haechan is grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to sit with them.

“What are you doing?!”

“Can’t let you go back out there when you’ve broken the rule. The little bunny needs to be punished.”

“What rule?” you huff. “Let go of me.”

You’re more than surprised when he places you in his lap. Freezing up immediately, your eyes widen but the rest of them act like this is just a normal day.

“Did Taro forget to tell you?” Renjun asks, and then explains, “You’re not allowed to take off your mask.”

“What—”

“Be quiet. You’re annoying me.” Haechan says.

And that’s exactly why he has you in his lap, isn’t it? Being stuck here is definitely a punishment.

They begin yet another conversation, complaining about how exhausted they all are from organising the party.

“Wait, you guys are on the committee?”

“Duh.” Haechan mutters beneath you.

“We all host the party with Shotaro,” Jeno explains. “Every year.”

You take in the information slowly. Maybe you should have thought twice before dissing the party to them earlier. No wonder the man beneath you got so pressed.

Stuck in your thoughts, you fall into silence again before a tickle against your leg stirs you. Jaemin’s fingers trace little patterns into your skin. He meets your eyes briefly before giving his attention back to the others as if nothing happened.

They continue talking but you feel both Haechan and Jaemin growing closer to you.

Haechan’s breath flutters over your skin. He places his chin on your shoulder and teases you ear with his lips. Your too stunned to comprehend his whispers and Jaemin snakes his way closer to you.

The others are watching as the two slowly break down your walls and every nerve in your body is on high alert.

Jaemin’s hand travels past the hem of your dress and you gasp as Haechan’s lips finally touch your skin. He’s soft, gently breathing onto the skin of your neck before biting down.

“Ah!” you yelp.

Your body is hot while the others watch Jaemin rubbing your thighs and Haechan leaving marks all along your shoulder.

“What are you doing?” you whisper.

“Hm? Don’t you like this?”

You bite your lips. You do, but it feels so wrong to admit it.

The desperation takes over, and you nod eagerly. This punishment doesn’t seem bad at all.

“Use your words, bunny. Tell us you want it.”

“I want it.”

“What do you want?”

“You. I want all of you.”

“Fuck…” you hear Jeno chuckle behind you. “Who knew Taro’s girl was this desperate?”

“I…I’m not…”

“Don’t give us that crap,” YangYang butts in. His legs are spread wide on the couch and his arms across the back of it. “Why don’t you come over here?”

“Hey, I had her first!” Haechan whines.

“Fuck you. You’ve had her all this time. You wanna know how hard my dick is from watching?”

“Not my problem.” Haechan says and grabs you by the cheeks, slamming his lips onto yours.

Your mouth opens to his immediately, letting him inside and you feel warmth in every part of you, especially in your core. You rub your thighs together, fidgeting in his lap and ensuring you rock your ass against his hardening cock.

Jaemin is exploring you with him. His hands have snuck under your dress, cupping your ass while he attacks your neck with his lips.

His mask grazes against your jaw and his dark eyes look to you through narrow slits.

There’s something exhilarating about his face being hidden, all of theirs. Maybe it was a good thing you were the only one to break the rule.

Haechan lifts your hips and situates you exactly how he wants.

Your ass presses right onto his dick while Jaemin helps him spread your legs wide on either side of him. He drops to his knees, kissing his way up from your ankles to your inner thighs.

His lips tickle you and your core tenses.

“Mind if I take ‘em off?” He notions towards your white, lacey panties.

You nod, swallowing nervously as he peels them away. You can feel the arousal on the material when it parts from you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet…”

“Of course, she is,” Haechan kisses your neck. “She’s a slutty little bunny. Ain’t that right?”

He nudges you and you nod quickly.

One of his hands cups your breast while the other pulls your dress up, holding it against your stomach so no obstacles are left for Jaemin.

“You sure you want this?” Jaemin asks. You appreciate his sentiment but you’re too desperate for his niceties.

“Yes, please…just touch me!”

A filthy grin finds its way to his face before he dips his head and attaches his lips to your pussy.

“Ah!” you whimper.

Your back presses into Haechan as it arches and your ass grinds against his cock while you rock your hips back and forth against Jaemin’s face. He grabs your thighs, holding them tight around his neck while he licks and sucks.

He drags his teeth over your clit gently, causing you to cry out from the feeling. And then he rubs his tongue up and down, electrifying your entire body.

You feel your orgasm approaching when he shoves two fingers into your pussy with ease. You’re so fucking wet and he spreads you open while tasting your sweet essence.

Pleasure hits you, blinding your senses and your body trembles in Haechan’s embrace. You’re gasping and crying, begging for Jaemin to not stop and finally your hips stop moving.

You collapse onto Haechan and catch your breath. Upon opening your eyes, you see them all staring at you with mouths wide open.

“You sound so pretty…” Renjun mutters.

Some of them stroke their boners over their slacks, others watch quietly, waiting for the next move.

“My turn.” Haechan flips you onto the couch. Your shoulders meet the cushions while your ass bends upwards. You shuffle into a more comfortable version while Haechan rips off his belt and pulls out his cock.

He hisses when he strokes it a few times.

“God, you’re so hot…” he whispers. “Gonna fuck you so good.”

You moan into the cushions while he prods your entrance.

“Wait,” Jeno calls.

“The fuck do you want?”

You turn your head to see Mr. Wolf reaching into his pocket and making his way to you. He talks directly to you, ignoring Haechan completely.

“Now’s a good time to tell you about the little gift Shotaro bought you.”

He reveals a fluffy white ball. You’re not sure of its purpose at first until you see the rounded metal hidden beneath all the fur.

Your eyes widen in shock.

“Shotaro got me that?!”

“He pussied out last minute and gave it to me instead. But it was meant for you.”

“Why the hell would he give it to you?” Renjun asks and Jeno shrugs while the others laugh.

You swallow grimly, eyes not leaving the toy.

“How about we give our bunny a tail?” Haechan grins.

His voice is so sickeningly annoying but you can’t get enough of it.

“What do you say?”

You purse your lips in thought.

Did Taro really get you that?

What did he mean by it?

Does he… want to have sex with you? Or was it only meant to as an accessory to your costume?

You don’t have time to think about it and you brush the notions away quickly with a nod.

“Bunny wants a tail.” You whine cutely, pouting your lips as you look up at him.

You hear one of them groan and Haechan grabs handfuls of your ass, spreading your cheeks and spitting between them. His fingers rub gently, spreading his spit.

Meanwhile, Jeno bends down to your level.

“Open wide.”

You part your lips and stick out your tongue, letting the saliva dribble. He rubs the metal part of the ball up and down, coating it in saliva before ordering you to suck on it. Whispers of curses fill the room as you make the most needy face you can while sucking on the toy.

“Good girl,” Jeno strokes your hair, tickling your scalp with his fingers.

The plug pops from your mouth Haechan holds you open while Jeno slips it in your ass.

“Relax, baby,” he rubs your body to ease. “There we go. Almost there.”

He teases it in and out of your hole until you’re ready to take it fully and then he pushes it in. You whine from the sensation but the feeling of being filled is incredible. You shake your ass teasingly and both of them grab it, leaving a red mark from a slap.

Haechan wastes no time in fucking you. He pushes into your pussy, guiding your hips onto him with eagerness. His cock spreads you open and he stutters vocally.

“Ah, you’re so fucking tight…”

You whine in response and push your hips back and forth with him, allowing him to dive in deeper. Your walls wrap around him and he stills for a moment when he’s fully situated.

“Fuck, Haechan!” you cry. “Feels so good.”

“Baby, I’m not even doing anything.” He chuckles and the others laugh with him. “You’re such a little bunnywhore, ain’t ya? So desperate for my cock.”

“Yes!” you cry out. “Please, Haechan, want you to fuck me so good.”

“What was that? I don’t think the others heard you.”

“Please! Fuck me real good, Haechan. Wanna be fucked like a little whore!”

He drags his cock out slowly before slamming back in.

“What a slutty little bunny.”

You moan into the cushions, not caring if they become covered with your drool and makeup. You can only feel Haechan’s cock driving in and out of you and the heated gaze of everyone else on the two of your bodies.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum already.” Haechan says and you clench around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and jerking his cock over your ass. His hot cum hits you in spurts and you wiggle your hips side to side while he groans and empties his load on you.

“Fucking perfect…” he whispers and falls onto the couch.

“Who’s next?” Jeno asks.

You rise up on trembling arms and all of them are silent, but expectant. You crawl over to the one closest to you, Renjun.

He seems nervous, swallowing loudly when you touch him.

“Renjun…?”

“You… you don’t have to YN.”

“But I want to.”

You kiss his ears, his neck, his lips. Your hands sneak under his blazer and trace his hard body over his shirt. He nods shyly.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask softly.

“You…” he gasps and throws his head back when you squeeze his cock. “Your mouth. Use your mouth.”

You fall to the floor immediately, held warmly between his legs and he helps you remove his cock from his boxers and pants.

You stroke him gently, feeling him harden even more.

An experimental lick swipes its way up his cock and you eye him, watching him unravel from the warmth of your tongue. When you reach the tip, you take him past your lips. Little by little, teasing him and admiring the way his chest rises and falls rapidly.

You make sure to stick out your ass for the others while you suck Renjun’s cock and in no time, his cock hits the back of your throat from his hips thrusting up.

“God, YN!” he moans.

You suck tighter, bob your head faster and when you see his fists tightening by his side, you remove him from your mouth completely.

“Ah!” he gasps loudly. He reaches for his cock to reach his high but you hold them back. “YN, please!”

“Don’t you want to cum inside your little bunny?” you whisper.

He stares at you, mesmerised.

“Renjunnie… cum inside me… please?””

He nods gently.

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

You bite your lips, telling him that it’s more than fine. You want nothing more than to be filled up with him, with all of them.

To your side, YangYang has his cock out, stroking it up and down while his head rests on the back of the couch watching you. Haechan is still blissed out but watching intensely and the other two sit quietly, waiting for you to finish with their friend.

You climb onto his lap, a thigh on either side and press your lips to his while sinking down in his cock. He moans into your mouth and you mix them with your own. He holds you nervously, unsure where to touch you as you rock back and forth on his cock.

His fingers dig into your side and you reach a hand between your bodies, meeting with your needy clit. You rub circles, causing you to clench around his cock and the feeling of his cum spurting into you tosses you over the edge.

You bounce quickly, not wanting to slow down the orgasm anymore and allow yourself to be taken over with another. All the while, Renjun moans and moans until he’s fully spent inside of you.

You feel your ass clenching around the tail and you feel so full being stuffed again and again.

Renjun is on the border of passing out and you jump from him.

YangYang reaches his arm out to grab you but you find it entertaining to tease him and you slip from his grasp, making your way to Jaemin and Jeno.

“Hey, bunny,” Jeno smiles.

You smile sweetly, wobbling on your weak legs and he pulls you into his lap.

“How about we take her together?” he asks Jaemin.

“Sounds good to me.”

He lifts you with ease and lays you gently on the couch they were sitting on. He gives your tail a little tug, causing you to yelp but you all giggle together after.

“Has anyone ever told you how cute you are tonight?” Jaemins strokes your cheeks.

You shake your head, melting into his touch.

“Hm, we could tell her,” Jeno suggests. “Or we could show her.”

You whine, feeling your pussy flutter with excitement as if it hadn’t already had enough.

“I think she wants us to show her.” Jaemin smiles and you feel yourself drift to cloud nine when they both look down at you between them.

Jeno places himself between your legs, pressing a long kiss to your ankles before placing them on his shoulder. Jaemin, on the other hand, unbuckles his belt and pulls out his cock. He lets it hang freely, waiting for you to grab it.

A groan escapes him and his knees tremble when you begin stroking. You pull him closer, letting your tongue taste his precum.

“Ah! Fuck, bunny. You’re such a good girl.”

You squeal when you feel Jeno pressing his cock into your sopping hole. Your pussy flutters around him as he pushes his way in. You’re so overwhelmed yet you keep wanting more.

You take all of Jaemin into your mouth, moving your head as much as you could in this position and Jeno thrusts deeper, slow and hard.

You moan around Jaemin’s cock, vibrations running through his body and when he can’t take it anymore, he grabs a handful of your hair before thrusting into your mouth.

His cock hits the back of your throat, bringing tears to your eyes but you blink them away, not wanting to distort the image of the two men using you like their personal fleshtoy.

Fuck, you feel so hot.

Your core is so tense and you can feel every ridge of Jeno’s cock in your pussy. He slams harder, faster, pace picking up and rhythm growing messy. He’s close.

“Fuck!” you mumble around Jaemin’s cock.

They both groan, griping onto anything they can and you’re about to cum all over Jeno’s cock when he pulls out. You whine but he uses his fist to empty his load all over your pussy.

Your muscles twitch endlessly and Jaemin pulls out of your mouth only to push Jeno out of the way and replace him inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re so dirty,” he groans. “But so fucking cute.”

He thrusts into you and you let your entire body relax in his hold. His arms wrap around your waist and he kisses the exposed skin of your chest and neck, using his hands to grope your tits.

Your walls flutter around him and you feel the sting of pleasure once again.

“Harder!” you cry.

He heeds your demand and fucks you relentlessly, letting his cum spill freely in your pussy.

“Oh my god!”

You cum together and everyone groans with you. Your head digs into the couch and your hips rise up to meet Jaemin’s until he holds you both still together, brushing your hair away from your sweaty face.

He shushes you and guides your breathing until you’ve come down from your high once more.

Then he takes your hand and lifts you into an upright position, placing a gentle kiss on you’re forehead.

“Did so well, bunny. You okay?” he asks gently.

You nod, slowly and completely exhausted.

Everyone has collapsed onto their backs, letting the couches swallow them whole.

It must have been quite the show.

For all but one.

“Got one more for me?” YangYang smirks.

You crawl over to him, collapsing on his lap with your thighs on either side. His cock is already out and he’s lining it up with your entrance immediately.

He leaves a small kiss in the crook of your neck before sinking you down on his cock.

You rest your head on his shoulder while he lifts your hips up and down on his lap.

“Oh, my god!” he groans. “Waited so fucking long but it was worth it.”

You don’t register how fast he’s slamming you on his cock, nor how hard his fingers dig into your flesh but you use whatever energy still existing in your body to move your thighs.

“That’s right, bunny. Show me how good you can bounce.”

His words spur you on and the raspiness in his voice elates your heartbeat despite it being impossible to beat any faster.

You feel yourself clench one more time and you spill all of your juices onto him. It’s too much, you can’t hold anything back despite having nothing left to give.

“Fuck, she’s squirting!”

YangYang lifts his hips up when he brings you down on him and you feel him reaching even deeper.

“Ah!” you cry. “Too much!”

“Finally had enough?” he growls into your ear.

You nod desperately.

“Can’t take my cock anymore?”

“It’s too good!”

“Fuck, do you want me to stop or not?”

“No! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”

YangYang thrusts harder and he bites into your shoulder. You’re amazed at how your dress was able to stay on this whole time but it slips down further and further, not exposing your chest fully but showing just enough of your tits to drive them all crazy.

One look at them bouncing is enough make YangYang lose all of his control.

“Ah! I’m cumming!” you cry, letting one more, and hopefully the last, orgasm wash over you.

“Fuck! Me too!”

His hips tremor when he pushes himself balls deep in you. They remain flush against your pussy until you feel his cum stop pouring out.

And when he pulls out, his cum drips out of your pussy and back onto his softening cock.

They all groan as you fall to the side, spreading your legs to show them how all of their cum decorates your body.

You’re so fucking messy, sweaty and covered in cum but you don’t care.

All of you sit quietly for a while, not a word spared between you until you’ve caught your breath and attempt to sit upright.

Jaemin and YangYang aid you and help you stand on wobbling legs.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so…” you gasp as you feel the cum dribble down your legs.

“That was fucking amazing…” Haechan says.

And the others agree with him. Renjun just hums in his blissed out state while YangYang strokes your thighs from behind.

“You were amazing. How did you even handle all of that?”

“Because she’s such a good bunny.” Jeno teased but leaves a sweet kiss on your cheek, and Jaemin beings you some tissues and helps you start wiping yourself.

Only now do they remove their masks and it feels refreshing to finally see their handsome faces.

Your entire body trembles gently while they take care of you, making sure to compliment you at any second they get. But a loud click catches everyone’s attention and your body jolts when the door opens.

Terrified of being caught, you grab onto Jaemin and pull him in front of you, but you freeze upon seeing who entered the room.

“Shotaro…” you gasp and pull down your dress as if it would hide the fact that you just fucked all of his friends.

“YN?”

He looks somewhat disheartened as he walks deeper into the room. Music still beats through the walls and your heart hammers with it.

As he gets closer, you see his eyes swim with emotion. And to your surprise, his entire demeanour changes from his usual softness to something dark and dominating. You’ve never seen him like this before but the numbness in your body slowly fades, replacing itself with excitement.

The room is silent as he guides your chin upwards to look him in the eyes.

His warm fingers caress your cheeks and as he stares deep into your soul, his hands slide down to your hips, pulling you so close to him that you can’t escape.

“Looks like someone’s been a bad bunny.”

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[technologyculturedneo]

Inhale, Exhale & Die. Huang Renjun

"You're the meaning of warm hands. Your hugs make me feel like we just met."

Pairing. Unknown!Renjun x Student!Reader ft Jeno

Synopsis. You get a message from an unknown number asking you why they shouldn't kill themselves. Thinking it's a prank, you go along with it until you realize that it's not a prank and that any minute the person behind the unknown number will jump off a building.

Genre. Angst. Strangers to lovers.

Wc. 4k

Your phone pings once, but it's enough to cause you to growl while getting your head out of the blanket as you check your phone for the fifth time. Your ex boyfriend Jeno has been trying to call you in hopes of reconciling with you. You get ready to give him a piece of your mind through a text- whoever your eyes squint when looking at the unfamiliar contact.

Unknown: Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill myself

You roll your eyes and lay back on your bed checking the time seeing that it's 6.49 am. Is someone really trying to pull your leg at this time?

You: What the hell?

Who is this?

Unknown: Thank you for responding.

You: Okay what's going on and how the fuck did you get my number?

Unknown: You don't know me.

I just messaged a bunch of random numbers and you're the first to respond. Thank you.

You: I don't understand.

Why would you do that?

Unknown: Well I wanted to see who would respond to this

The eerie vibe that fills the atmosphere of your room has you sitting up on your bed and lightly pulling the curtains back. Squinting at the light, you kneel on your bed and look out the window trying to catch any familiar face from the little crowd of students heading to their early morning classes. When you don't see anyone you know, you sit on your bed about to close the curtain and ignore the message- however your eyes catch on to something stranger.

Far into the distance, by the male dormitory building you see a figure of a person pacing on the highest roof. You instantly close the curtain, calmly laying on your bed, trying not to get worried or disturbed.

"This has to be a prank." You mutter and cautiously type on the screen of your phone after not getting a message from the person.

You: Who are you?

In a heartbeat you see the person reading and then typing out.

Unknown: A stranger. A total stranger

You: Are you…really gonna kill yourself?

You don't want to anticipate the answer but as the bubbles continuously progress on your screen, you can't help but feel worried. This prank isn't funny and whoever decided to mess with you at 6 a.m. will surely get a piece of your mind.

Unknown: I'm standing on top of a building as we speak.

I've done the math. I jump. I die.

So yes. I am going to kill myself

This causes you to fly out your bed rapidly springing the curtains open- blazing the blinding light into your room. Checking on the roof where you saw a person, you can still make out the figure walking back and forth on the ledge. You quickly reply taping on your screen furiously while your jaws tremble. "Shit,"

You: Oh my soul please don't do this.

What building are you on?

Unknown: I really can't tell you.

You: Why can't you tell me?

You need help like right now!!!

Unknown: I can't tell you because you are the one that has to do it.

You: You're fucking crazy and delusional! Please don't do this. And what do you mean I'm the one who has to do it? To do what? I'm not fucking playing.

Unknown: save me

You: I'm calling the police. Do you think this is some sort of fucking movie?

Unknown: No. Definitely don't do that

If I see the police.

I'm jumping

You're jittery and agitated, finding it hard to breathe. "Fucking hell the police are better trained than I am." You type out your words.

You: But they are more trained then i am. They can help you

Unknown: And that's exactly the problem

You: What's the problem?

Unknown: If I'm going to be saved I need someone who isn't trained.

Somebody random who doesn't know me.

For a second, you're calm and take a seat on your bed when reading the message. You hold onto your head and gulp.

You: I .. I don't understand

Unknown: If someone like that, someone like you, can convince me to live. That would prove that this world is worth a second chance..well for me.

You: You're putting a lot of pressure on me.

Am I still the only one who responded?

Unknown: I know it's a lot of pressure.

And yes you are, well others have responded but stopped.

You're still the only one willing to go this far

You: Dude you're scaring me. Please tell me this is a joke.

Unknown: You don't have to do this you know.

You don't have to do anything

You: But... I don't want you to jump if this is serious

Unknown: You're already doing your best. I won't judge you or anything like that.

Maybe i want to die, maybe my life will be more miserable if I keep going

You: No. Don’t say that. Life can be miserable and it has it's moments where it's full of shit, but it’s not miserable all the time. Please listen to me

Unknown: I'll listen to everything you have to say. When you're done. I'm either walking down the steps...

or off the roof

You: I don't even know your name

Unknown: You shouldn't. I don't want this to be too real for you... I just want to see if someone can put the effort to try and save a total stranger

You: Don't you have family?

Unknown: I do. They're all dead though

Mum, dad and brother. Car crash.

You: Oh.. I'm sorry

Unknown: It's okay...i must be taking up your time. Thank you.

You: No! You're not taking up my time.

I’m free. I’m here.

Please let me try to save you

Unknown: Okay

You inhale and exhale before laying on your bed trying to relax and calm yourself, preparing for what you'd say to this total stranger. This could still be a prank and that the person on the roof might not be the person you're talking to. Nonetheless, you open your eyes and your fingers begin typing.

You: do you think your family would've been happy if you just left like this?

Unknown: Maybe....I actually don't know

Because they're also dead, I don't think they'd be too upset

You: Don't you at least want to honor them?

Unknown: Honor them with what? The fact that I'm on this building right now should tell you that my life isn't going too well.

I would just probably disappoint them if I carried on living...again

"This has to be a prank," You shake your head.

You: You seem calm though. Calm enough to be sarcastic

Unknown: Maybe that's because I've already accepted it. I've accepted what's already going to happen

You: No! Don't say that. Don't say it like it will happen.

It won't happen.

I'm here, give me a chance....okay let's start with the basis.

Why do you want to do this? Jump off a building

Unknown: Don't have a gun. There's no way I'm drowning myself in the bathtub. Pills- will make it all go too slow.

So I figured this was the best way

You: You could regret this decision the moment you jump off

Unknown: At least it will be short lived

You: What even made you think of suicide?

Unknown: All the family I want to see, I'll never see again

Every hand I want to hold, I'll never hold again

Everything I want to be.. I can't

Except dead... I can be dead.

You: Don't say that

Unknown: I'm probably wasting your time.. this was a last resort anyway

You: No. I don't want to be responsible

It's the fact that you can't tell whether the person behind the phone is laughing at this sick twisted joke or really indecisive about jumping off a building. What's worse is that you can't even read the emotion the person is typing with- are they being serious? sincere? genuine to having this conversation...or is this all a joke? This could be one of your friends and the mere thought that they're considering suicide makes you itch with discomfort. Who is this person?

Your ears are alert when hearing a ping on your phone.

Unknown: If the only reason you're trying to convince me to live because you feel responsible then just stop.. it's getting to real for you

I already wrote a note, nobody is at home. Right now is a good time. It's early in the morning. My body will probably be disposed off before many see it.

And it's not your fault

You: Look.. I want to save you but I don't even know you

What could I say that could change your mind

Unknown: If I knew what you would say, would I really need you to say it?

Anyway... you did your best

Somebody's going to notice me up here

You: Why are you doing this?

Unknown: You've already asked that and I think me saying it over and over again won't calm my heart

You: No I mean.. you're still chatting with me...meaning you're giving yourself a chance to live

The fact that you messaged those numbers means that you have doubts about this

And that you never wanted it to end like this...

And your family wouldn't want you to go like this. And you just have me really worried...please don't do this. Please

You: ..... Are you still there...

You: Oh my god!!

You: Hello?

You sit up on your bed in haste. Your heart beating exceedingly fast in your chest. Your screen turns black just in time for you to watch your reflection as a tear falls down your eye. “No, please no.” You frantically type out on your phone.

At first you thought it was a joke, you played along with the unknown number. And then you looked out your window and saw that far into the distance on one of the dormitory buildings, there was someone standing on the top.

The thought of it being a real scenario and that someone could jump off any moment- scares the hell out of you.

You: At least… At least tell me your name, if there’s nothing I can say that’ll convince you…Your name can always live in my memory, as someone who lived as best as he could…and didn’t disappoint his family…and was caring…he messaged everyone and never blamed anyone but himself…he didn’t deserve the world, he was too good for it and the world hurt him. He was loved, and will forever be in our hearts

Just tell me your name…please

You wait for a really long time, your eyes glued to the screen as your finger refreshes the screen every time. Until finally something pops up.

Unknown: It's Renjun…Thanks for trying

Your eyes peek out your window to the building, and when you don’t see the said figure of the person called ‘Renjun’ you jump off your bed in nothing but shorts and a vest and dash out your room running as fast as you can. Running and never stopping.

You run to the building where you last saw him.

Your heart is exploding out of your chest by the time you reach the bottom floor. You expect a mass number of students to surround the scene, yet when there’s nobody around you - you look around, for anyone who looks suicidal.

But, being in college, everyone looks that way. You enter the male dormitory building as a visitor (and judging by the look the security gives you, he probably thinks you're here for your ex...otherwise why else would you be here?) and use the elevator until you reach the top floor. You jog up the flight of stairs before bursting through the blocked doors of the terrace.

Having your phone in your hand you type away a message and look around with your heart beating so loud in your chest.

You: I’m here

I’m here for you

I won’t question you or anything like that

I just want to sit with you…give you a hug maybe.

3 days’ after

Usually the canteen is packed on all hours of the day, as the food never failed to impress. However, this afternoon there are so many open seats and empty tables. It could partly be because of the gloomy weather; not only is it cold, but the outside gradually gets darker, the colors of the sky clouded with clouds of grey, glistening rain and light thunder. People are either in their dorms or classes- but none the less, the canteen is still half empty, which is perfect to disclose news to your best friend of a rumor that started circulating around about you.

Luckily you finished all your classes for the day, leaving you with a free rainy afternoon and best friend who’s been dying to know what possessed you to run out your shared dorm with no slippers and to the male dormitory building. She just finished her last paper today, and you didn't want to bother her with this news three days ago.

“So are you going to tell me what had you running out like a baby prostitute at 7am in the morning?” Haze, your best friend questions. “People are saying you ran to the males’ dorm- barged in and went to fuck your ex,”

You roll your eyes following right behind her and then taking a seat next to her in a secluded area. “Well one, I did not go to Jeno. And two, why do people always assume the worst of me?”

“Because you’ve always got a temper,”

“It doesn’t mean I can’t be nice,”

“You? Nice? Keep dreaming,” She scoffs. “So did you go to males dorm yes or no?”

“I did go to the males’ dorm but it wasn't for Jeno. It.." You stop yourself and lean in to her slightly. "It was to…save a guy,”

“Save a guy?” She snorts. “From what? You can barely save your grades,”

“From committing a terrible mistake.” You whisper out ignoring her comment. “He was suicidal and wanted to jump-”

“Suicidal?!" Haze yells out drawing a few people's attention to your little secluded table.

You slap Haze’s arm telling her to be quiet. "Oops sorry. Do you know him?"

You shake your head. "No, but I did get his name. And on top of that I think he goes to our college because how else would he get my number? He just sent me an anonymous message and from there I got to know what I know. He asked why shouldn't he kill himself,”

"I would be freaked out as hell, if anybody messaged me with that," she says shaking her head. "Heck I wouldn't even reply, no matter how ‘nice’ I am. That’s just too much,"

"How twisted is that? You claim to be ‘nice’ but can’t even show it to someone who needs the world to be nice to them." You sadly smile thinking back to how Renjun finally revealed his name. "I've gotta find him though. Can you help? He didn’t jump today, but every day is a day to jump for someone who’s suicidal. "

Haze chuckles carrying on with her work as well as eating her food. "There are more than two thousand students on this campus, and you're asking me to find one? What is this? Nemo?"

You roll your eyes. "Haze I'm being serious. He needs me right now,"

"No love, you need to study, and focus, on your assignment. If he's really suicidal he'll go get proper help if he wants it. You already did you part, he didn't jump yesterday or today, he might do it next week if he wants, who knows,"

"How can you be so cold hearted? I just, well I think I saved him from doing the biggest mistake of his life, and you don't care?" Your heart pings at the thought of finally doing something good, but then being looked down upon for caring for someone.

“Get off your high horse and snap back into yourself. This isn’t who you are. Don’t go all soft for some random guy. You’ve got Jeno, the hottest guy on campus crushing over you and begging to get back with you. Have some sense.”

You stand up grabbing your bag by her stupid comment which makes you mad. "You know what, it’s whatever. I'll catch you in the dorm," She’s right anyway. Why be nice when you can get all the boys you want?

"Cool, bye," she says completely unfazed by your common anger rage of emotion slipping back. "And for the record, he probably made all that up just to see you bounce off bed half naked."

You roll your eyes heading out the canteen being immediately met with light drizzle from the rain. Smelling the uncanny scent of the rain about to begin, you try to walk faster to the female dorm building which is all the way across the university campus. The dribbles of rain dribbling on your skin don't help you calm down. You begin jogging past facility upon facility finally getting closer to your dorm building but you sigh upon seeing how the thick rain clouds gather together. A streak of lighting booms strongly in the gloomy grey clouds and you groan feeling the harsh drops fall - creating an exhausting rainstorm to thud hard on the campus.

"Are you kidding me!" You nearly slip already running as quick and fast as your skinny legs can carry you. Using your bag as an umbrella you try not to get wet, which by the way is very useless! You’re still getting soaked by the second. The dorm building is just a few more blocks away and you run steadily trying not to slip.

You get closer to the door yet you’re not fully prepared when you harshly bump into another running figure, completely knocking your bag down causing your files and assignment to fall out being spread on the wet concrete floor being ruined by the pouring rain.

"Are you kidding me!"

Your teeth clutch strongly thinking about all your assignments that are now on the floor. The guy is fast in apologizing and picking up his things that have also fallen. But you could care less about his things, only that your assignments are all due tomorrow.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” you groan furiously getting down on your knees trying to pick up your stuff, the other guy does the same trying to help while saying sorry. But you ignore him grabbing your stuff dashing to get shelter. You use your wet card to pass through the little electronic slot on the wall. The doors automatically open by themselves and you grasp on to everything from your wet papers to your hanging arm bag and identity card trying not to lose a single one.

The wet papers and folders in your hand drop to the floor immediately when you close the door behind you. A deep groan escapes your throat when they slip yet again. "Just great." You tightly say walking to the registration table signing your name in and walking away on the wooden floors up the stairs to your room with all your wet stuff.

"Just great."

*

"This isn't yours," Haze says reading the English paper in her hand. "But this person is definitely going to pass this-"

"You’ve gotta be shitting me?" You get up from your desk table dumping your ruler and pencil down walking over to Haze who's on your bed. You grab the paper from her hand and stare down at it. This can't be happening. You spent hours blow drying on these papers. "What do you mean this isn't mine? I have to hand this in tomorrow?!"

"You know I personally like it when you're in panic mode, but I hate you screaming in my ear. Geez. Just calm down-"

"How can I calm down? My notes and half my assignment is probably with some other wet guy!" You groan heading back to your desk. "I can’t restart this stupid paper. Do you know how hard it was? Ugh. I guess I'll have to restart everything- wait... this is actually better than my own," You read over the crooked handwriting seeing that it's not at all bad. "But I can't pass this off as my own work..." You think for a little bit but it’s hard as your brain is screaming for you to fuck it all and get some sleep. "Whatever screw plagiarism,"

There's a light knock on your door that hardly passes off as a knock. Haze gets up from your bed going over to the door opening it and speaking to whoever is there. Meanwhile you start rewriting on a new page completely focused- until Haze gasps, opening the door wider.

"Y/n,"

"What?" She doesn't respond so you turn around grumbling and standing up going to the door next to her with an irritated sigh.

“Someone’s here for you,”

“Who is there!” You grumpily complain. All you wanna do is finish your notes and go and sleep.

An awkward fluffy haired guy stands with his hand holding up cramped papers together, which you immediately recognize as your own assignment. You snatch the pages from his hand, startling him.

Haze frowns shaking her head going away, leaving you alone by the door with the guy.

“Thanks.” You fake a smile and roll your eyes forcefully closing the door before jolting when he harshly stabs his arm and leg in between the door! causing him to groan in pain. "Are you crazy?" You quickly open the door watching him bend in pain.

"You have my papers." He mummers after calming down from the excruciating pain. With a pained stricken face, he stands up again. "We bumped into each other this aft-"

"You think I don't remember?" You snap lifting up the papers he handed you. "The only difference is that my own papers look like this." You hold up the cramped papers showing him. "Barely readable with all this wetness and yours, which I had, are treated perfectly and can still be read from,"

"I'm sor-"

"Save it." You close your eyes ramming the door to a close.

"Hey, hey, hey, wait and hold that door," Haze pulls the door open, annoying you. She hands him his sheets of papers- the one you were copying from and you glare at her. "I believe these belong to you," she says.

"Thanks," The guy takes in his papers that you blow dried.

"No problem. And don't mind her behavior, she's passing that time of the month," Haze announces publicly. You flip your hair to the side and with murderous eyes you give her one short cold look before walking back in the room until you feel a hand hold onto your arm.

“Um hey,” His hand immediately retreats from your arm when you turn back with daggers blazing from your eyes.

“What!”

"Uh I'm really sorry for the whole incident but I got a chance to read your paper and if I'm being honest... it wasn't that good. I can help you if you need,"

"No I don't help-"

"Yes you do. Let's be honest if he leaves now you'll go back to biting my head off for no reason. I'm not obliged to proof read your work. He's freely volunteering. Take the offer," Haze says making a point.

You consider it for a while. Your sleep on the line. You really don't want to rewrite a paper in this state and you also don't want to fail it. After all, this is your last year in college, you cannot fail in your major. So much for doing last minute work.

Haze smiles heading back to your bed knowing you’re convinced.

You glance back at the guy, swallowing a whole lump down your throat. "You'll really help?" You ask.

He's quick in nodding his head looking more awake with a peek of a smile on his lips.

"It's due tomorrow so I don't know how we’re gonna do this." You stammer off.

"We could go down to the study hall and finish it there," he says willingly. "If you want of course,"

You keep watch of him and his demeanor to help you. "Like right now? You'd help me right now?" You question lifting your brow up. "If this is some sick joke you better stop now because I really hate that course and this would be cruel of you."

He lets out a nervous chuckle shaking his head. His smile is so meek and it lights up his face. Maybe you shouldn't have been so mean to him. "You're so kind and nice." You mutter skeptically. "Shall we go now?"

"I really don't get this. How can I make this error of Concord sound correct?" You sigh into your hands already so tired. You’ve been here for the past 2 hours and although you got most of the general ideas, you struggled hard. It didn't help that the people who were studying around in the study hall had left. It's almost midnight and you’re forced to still work.

You’d have gone to sleep too but this is important, plus you’ve got someone who is willingly helping you and having unknown faith in you.

"You can do this Y/n. It's just the last paragraph left," he encourages.

You’re pulled away from your thoughts when he says your name. You stare at him in shock. "How'd you know my name?"

He just looks at you with his soft smile and shrugs his shoulders leaning on his elbows. "Some names just stick,"

"That doesn't explain how you know my name," You say while squinting at your eyes.

He looks to the page tilting his head. "It was on your assignment, and plus...you're well known in the school."

"Oh, for my temper?" You mentally slap your head. "I'm sorry. I forgot,”

“That’s okay,” He sighs while looking at the text you wrote, he smiles. “You’ve got a really pretty handwriting,”

“Really?” Your eyes move to your page before looking up at him when he nods a little. He’s so fragile and looks so easily boxed up into a category of being a loner. Unlike you who’s constantly ready to unleash your emotions, he doesn’t look like the type to let it go- but instead keep it all in.

“Yeah, it’s really pretty.” He clears his throat speaking again. You can't help it when you turn your head in his direction and blush lightly. His voice sounds like a thousand angels gently whispering sweet nothings into your ear. "What do you say, we take a little break and then we get back into it? It's better finished now then handing in half a page of nothing,"

"You're right-" You mutter. "About the break part. As for the other part, I have no problem handing in an empty sheet,"

He chuckles displaying his gentle smile again. You smile lightly before shaking your head.

"Look, I'm so sorry for how I reacted and treated you earlier. I'm just really stressed out. People keep telling me how to act and behave and I don’t want to let them down, but two days ago, I realized that I don’t want to be the type of person who acts a certain way to please people. I just want to be a kind human being. I'm looking for this one guy, my ex won't stop calling me and my assignments are all due tomorrow and this right here is so annoying- I'm so tired," You groan closing your eyes again. "But enough about me, I never got your name by the way,"

"O-oh. My name?"

"Yes your name," You say sitting up leaning back on your chair. "You’re going out of your way to stay up with me and help me. That kind gesture despite all my shitty mood swings, deserves a big thank you and even a gift. You're helping me more than you should, so I think I deserve to know your name right? Unless this is a onetime thing and we're never seeing each other again,"

He nervously looks away nodding his head. "Something like that. I'm just returning a favor,"

"Favor?" You question. "I don't remember being friendly to you since we met. What favor are you returning?"

His lips are sealed shut when his eyes peer into your own. A little smile ghosts over his lips. "You kind of helped me out of a deadly fate. You tried saving my life actually."

His words ring a familiar bell in my head. You watch him retreat into himself nervously shrugging his shoulders and fiddling with his hands.

“I would’ve never thought that someone like you with a temper would go out your way to make sure I’m alive. I didn’t even know how you knew which building I was on, but when I saw you running and entering the building, I felt… thankful...to be noticed. I mean, you ran past me and went straight to the roof, but after seeing your message I was overwhelmed. That somebody cared whether I jumped or not. That someone wanted to know my name. You actually ran out into the cold weather to try and find me to give me hug. I don’t even know-”

Your body instantly consumes him as you wrap your arms around his neck holding him tight in your hug. Your eyes are shut and the feel of having his body melt into yours as he silently breaths out has your heart swelling with that same emotion you felt two days ago.

The feeling of being a light for someone.

"Renjun." From hearing his own name come out of your lips, his hands gently wrap around yours and you rest your head on his shoulder. "Life is shit, but people find diamonds in shit."

He chortles lightly. "What?"

"You're a diamond in a shitty world, but I promise that ending your life won't be the solution. Please just, try to live. Inhale, exhale but don't die."

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[marvelous-llama]

NCT recs

<<original book

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

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one shots

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beat you at your own game by @cafelattaes

Renjun x fem!reader (wc - 3.5k) university AU, tsundere!Rejun - angst, fluff y/n has a crush on renjun, who's not that great with people. despite his standoffish nature, she makes an effort to be friendly. but things take a twist when she starts to ignore him.

blondes are done with fun by @rrxnjun

Renjun x fem!reader (wc - 31.3k) university AU, acquaintances to lovers, slowburn - angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut a rumor has it that the popular couple in town broke up after years of being together. having to share your favorite seat in class with the male part of said relationship, you try to find out how to make your heartbroken project partner warm up to you— or— huang renjun goes blonde when he's sad.

forget-me-not by @fullsunalicia

Renjun x fem!reader (wc - 2.6k) best friends to lovers, mutual pining, Greek mythology AU - fluff there’s a secret admirer leaving little notes in your locker. painted in every corner of the paper are forget-me-nots, and on your quest to find the secret admirer, you wonder if they know what the meaning behind these flowers is - and if they themselves mean it.

series

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[zchnlswrld]

RENJUN’S BROKEN MELODY: REGULUS

NCT DREAM’S BROKEN MELODIES

Renjun taps his fingers on the oak wood table in front of him, nervous for what's to come. The minimal aesthetic and the openness of the café provided him some sort of comfort knowing that if this went well they could return once more and have another date and if it went poorly he could leave without any obstacles in his way with a clear path to the exit.

He carefully takes a sip of his hot drink to pass the time, after taking the sip he hold the cup in front of his lips before taking another one, making a mental note to order this drink again regardless of the outcome today.

The bell next to the door chimes much like it did when he came in, his eyes wander to the door and he sees a girl stumbling in. A dark blue satchel sat across her body, clearly stuffed with too many items, and a brown paper in her left hand, she had clearly been holding it for a while as it was creased and crumpled around the handle. A sage green long sleeve shirt was tucked into white denim shorts. Her style alone told Renjun this would go well.

Her eyes widened when she spotted him sat in the middle of the room, a smile makes its way to her face and his expression matches hers almost immediately. The smile doesn’t leave her face as she rushes to sit in front of him, she takes the satchel off and hangs it on the back of her chair before sitting down and placing the brown bag in her lap.

The girl reaches her hand out, "Hi! I'm Minji! I believe Chenle set us up?" The smile never leaving her face.

Renjun takes her hand and shakes it, "Hi, yes he did. I'm Renjun."

"Before we start, Chenle mentioned you liked art so I though I'd give you this. I'm not sure if you'll like it but I wanted to get it for you regardless." Minji hands Renjun the brown bag in her lap and he carefully takes it.

He reaches into the bag only to pull out a 9x12 canvas with a yellow tulip on in. Just by looking at it he could tell it was done with acrylic paint and modelling paste. It was zoomed in with the stem, leaves and bottom half of the petals being shown with barely any white left uncovered on the canvas. The detail was incredible, Renjun was unsure if he could replicate this himself. His fingers dragged over the painting, completely mesmerised by the painting. His eyes flicked to the corner of the painting for the artist however he found nothing.

Yellow was his favourite colour, tulips... you loved tulips. Yellow tulips became a statement piece in your household. Eventually you grew to love yellow, ditching orange a you favourite colour when Renjun began to call you his 'yellow'.

But that was long ago, he needed to let you go now, he wants to try again. He wants to try again with Minji.

"I got it at a market," she interjects softly "a teenage girl made it. She was selling her paintings to try and afford an easel." He listens closely and nods.

"I love it." He finally tears his eyes away from the painting and looks at Minji. "I'm going to hang this up when I go home." Renjun smiles genuinely and places the painting next to him, leaning it on the table leg.

"I didn't get you anything, I'm sorry. In return I'll pay for your drinks and food today." She hums in agreement and stands up, Renjun follows suit and picks up his wallet.

The pair walk up to the oak counter in silence. Minji's eyes scan the chalkboard hung on the back wall intently trying to pick a drink. She mumbles under her breath about wanting them all because they all sound good. Renjun catches wind of her comment and lets out a quiet laugh at her.

The barista walks up to the counter and waits expectantly. "Please could I have..." she drags out her words, still pondering "an iced macha green tea latte please?" The staff member replies with something about getting right to it as they push the order into the till and pushes the card reader to the pair. Renjun opens his wallet and gets out the change to pay. The barista takes the money and pulls back the card reader.

An iced macha green tea latte. Your order. Renjun never understood the appeal for green tea and making it a latte just doesn't sound the best either. You used to make an excuse for your constant consumption of them, saying that you need them to get through checking book drafts and that you wouldn't work without them so Renjun would give in and make you one.

They both stayed quiet as the drink was being made, once it was made Minji took it and the silence followed them as they sat back at their table.

"So... besides art what else are you into?" Minji sips her drink.

Renjun looks up and thinks. "I like museums and art galleries. I know it's art but I also like pottery classes. I enjoy music too, my friends say I have a pretty voice. Making jewellery is really fun too." He smiles. "What about you? I feel like I've only spoken about myself."

Minji immediately brightens up, "I like volunteering and crocheting, sewing too and I make my own clothes! I'm also big into reading!" Renjun nods, recalling Chenle telling him. "My favourite author is probably YUNGLUV! I have all their books, that's why my bag is fo full right now!" She beams.

His mind goes fuzzy at the mention of your writing name. Everything goes to quickly and he can vividly make out Minji taking out a book from her bag and reach it over the table to him and he takes it.

"This is their most recent, 'Warm tones'. I don't know what it's about yet but it sounds beautiful. Read the blurb, I think you'll enjoy it." She offers.

'It was sunrise when we fell in love. 6:18am. You took me out to a picnic spot on the hills, you said we should eat breakfast together because it would prepare you for the job interview you had that day. I said the sun on your face was pretty and you said I was pretty regardless.

A moment of silence followed before you confessed your love, I did the same before we sealed it with a kiss.

It was sunset when you told me you fell out of love. 9:24pm. We were eating dinner on the patio, I said we should eat together out there because you hadn't been home in the past few days. I said I love you and was sorry for being so busy and you said you couldn't lie to me and didn't love me.

A moment of silence followed before I said I know, you picked up our empty plates and went inside to leave me alone once again.'

"They don't usually write love stories, or ones written in first person so I thought I'd buy it." Minji tries to break the silence but she gets nothing back, his eyes trained onto the words. "You can keep that copy if you want. I got a few so I could get a signed copy, crazy I know."

Renjun gives a quick polite smile, giving the book one last look and then placing it next to the painting on the floor.

Renjun continuously presses the button outside of the elevator to call it to the ground floor, your book is gripped tightly in his left hand with his knuckles turning white.

"Oh Renjun!" He hears a familiar voice call. "It's been a whi-"

"Not now Hyeongsub." He sternly replies, not even sparing him a galnce.

Ding.

The familiar sound causes him to stop pushing the button and walk through the elevator door as soon as it opens. Hyeongsub followed suit and stood next to him.

Renjun doesn't even ask where he's going, already knowing it's the 12th floor seeing as he's your secretary. He punches the correct button and stands there angrily. He glares down at the book in his hand and your secretary sees this as a sign to keep his mouth shut.

The generic music in the background becomes increasingly infuriating for Renjun. His grip tightens on the book and he quickly turns to Hyeongsub.

"Why didn't you tell me? You would have known. You would have been there when it was written. Why didn't you tell me?" He says accusingly.

He takes a deep breath before responding, "You remain anonymous and it's nothing incriminating. The only people that could figure it out are you, your friend and f-"

"You should have told me the second you knew she was writing about us. You're my friend." He cuts him off.

"Yes, but I was her friend first." He replies bluntly as the doors open. "I'll let-"

"Don't." Renjun storms out of the elevator, past his once friend and heads straight to your office.

He knocks and enters without a second thought. You look up from the paper files in front of you, ready to greet whoever came in but he comes to your desk and drops the hard cover book before you can say anything.

"Explain." He stares you down.

"Why?" You fire back, matching his energy right away.

"I deserved to know you were writing this."

"You don't deserve shit Renjun."

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"You left me, Renjun." You stand up to come face to face with him. "I didn't leave you, you left me. Why would I go out of my way to get a hold of you?"

"You can't just write about me like this, Y/N, what aren't you getting?" He tries to argue back, although he point doesn't stand strong he has to know.

You push aside the paper files and pick up the book he dropped. You put it against his chest, "Did you even read it? Hm, Renjun? Did you give the stupid book a read?" He hold the book against his chest and drop your hand. He shakes his head slowly and you let out a sarcastic breathy laugh.

"Get out." You command. "I'm not doing this with you, get out."

"If you're writing about our relationship or anything to do with me you need to tell me. I shouldn't be left in the dark about anything." He puts the book back down, this time with lead force but still feuled by anger.

You turn around and faced the large window behind your desk. "Get out, Renjun."

He walks around your desk and tails behind you. "You can't leave me out of decisions about us, not again."

"Leave it, Renjun. I've asked once, I'm not asking again." You walk to the other side of the window but he follows once again.

"I deserve to know, our relationship was two people, you and me so I should know when you're using our story-"

You turn around to face him "What else was I supposed to do?" You shout with tears in your eyes. "You were never there, Renjun. What was I supposed to do for days alone?"

He's taken back by your sudden tears but ignores them completely and putting it down to you being frustrated. The urge to comfort you was insane but he had to push it down before he said anything back to you.

"I was alone for days! I just wanted to relive what we had! Being lonely isn't a crime!" You shouted at him, being done his entitled behaviour.

Your eyes met, your intense gaze pierced through his now seemingly soft one. Sympathy seeping through his eyes.

“I, Renjun, had to stay home alone for days, by myself, I-I just wanted to relive what he had.” You say, wiping your tears. “You promised you would never make me feel like that but you did so I did the only think I knew how to do.”

He points to the book, "It was written out of hurt?" He looks back at the book and walks to the desk, picking it up. He analyses the cover and then flips it over to read the back much like he did earlier.

Renjun's fingers graze over the back before opening it and flicking to a random page. Page 148:

'June 17th 2021: We had our first fight, our first in three years actually. You said I shouldn't get so close to your friends and I said I couldn't help it.

"He likes you!" You shouted.

I pushed your hand off my wrist. "How do you know? Has he said that to you? No. So drop it, p-'

He slams the book shut and silently winces at the memory. Mark used to like you however he never made a move out of respect for both of you, yet once Renjun caught win of it through Jaemin he saw nothing but red and put his own insecurity on you.

"It's the story of us?" He looked up, tears now in his eyes.

"What else was I supposed to do?" You replied quietly. "I didn't know how to talk to you about it so I just let you fall out of love, I didn't know if I could convince you to stay so I let you go."

"You let me go?"

"Look, Renjun, you need to leave."

"I can't. Not after hearing this. I'll go back and read this and I don't want to because I'll see how much I hurt you." He shakes his head, still holding the novel.

"You've hurt me enough, you need to go."

"No!"

"Renjun, you left! You walked away! Quit playing the victim and get out!"

"I said I didn't love you anymore because I thought we were drifting apart but that hurt too much to admit." He reasoned.

"Quit making excuses and leave!" You walk to the desk opposite to Renjun and pulled the book out of his hand.

"I understand if-!

"Jun, you don't understand, you never understood me, you never tried to understand me! You said we used to have our little bubble and that the world was all about us but it wasn't it was about you! The whole time it was about you! What about me?" You broke down.

He reaches out to comfort you, placing his hand on your shoulder and stroking it with your thumb. He had nothing to say, he wasn't even sure what he could say to you either. He was the cause for all of this and yet here he was, being beyond pathetic. Renjun watched you sob into your hands as you shake off his hand.

"I was wrong. I know I was wrong. I apologise." He straightens himself up and backs away from your desk. "I shouldn't have come here."

"You shouldn't have." You wipe your tears once again. “You had no reason to.” You state, wiping your wet hands onto your blazer.

“I had no reason to be angry, I guess just you writing something so poorly about me hurt. I know I’m not like that but you saw me like that, you were supposed to love me.” He scrunched his nose in order to prevent himself from getting any sadder.

“And I did. It just wasn’t the same.”

Renjun looks back at the door before turning around. He balls his fists, not really sure why but he does it regardless.

His slow steps towards the exit are painful. Part of you wants to beg him to stay but the other wishes he was out of your life for good. Loving him wasn’t worth the heartbreak it caused you, you couldn’t do it all over again.

He grabbed the handle and waited for you to say something, nothing came so he pushed down the handle and opened the door. This was either going to be him walking out for good or both of you taking it as a sign to try again.

“We could relive what we had once more?” He offered, quietly.

“Would you love me the way you used to?” You questioned.

Silence.

“Everything reminds me of you yet… it hurts, not in a way where I miss you but in a way where I wish we closed it off better.” He thinks out loud.

You nod although he can’t see you, “There’s your answer then, Jun. It’s not worth the hassle.”

He pushes the handle down and quickly takes his exit, you can barely hear the door close when he shuts it.

You look down at the book resting on your desk and tears build up in your eyes. Sitting down you pick up the book and inspect it the way Renjun had done so earlier.

“You came here for what? Idiot.” You whisper and drop it into the small trash can below your desk. Quickly you begin organising the files and drafts on your desk, trying to pull yourself together.

Staring at the large phone situated on your desk you contemplate dialling Chenle’s number. You ponder a little longer before punching in his number.

Ring. Ring.

You slam the phone down onto the holder, hanging up before he gets the chance to pick up.

Maybe it’s best if you push him to move on, that way you can do so yourself.

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[renjunniex]

DOES ANYBODY REMEMBER A SOCIAL MEDIA AU ABOUT RENJUN X READER AND NCT DREAM DURING THEIR GO ERA WHERE THEY WERE LIKE DRUGGIES OR SOMETHING AND LIKE THE GROUP WASNT FRIENDS BECAUSE SOME CRAZY SHIT HAPPENED?????

edit: it was also a non-idol! au lol

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[tenderlyrenjun]

relational responding (preview)

summary: renjun fulfills his filial duties by going on an arranged date at a charity gala. 

includes ... gala au/rich kid au, post-college au, blow job, vanilla sex, more eventually .. renjun and the reader have crushes on each other but don’t want to admit it because that means that their matchmaker moms were right. 

approx. wc: 1.5k 

fic release date: idk, i’m applying to phd programmes so this is a low priority right now

anon open for three days; happy lunar 

Renjun chuckles, to substitute breathing.

Only momentarily.

Until he finds the will to tug at the knot in his skinny black tie, peeling away his clammy, wet neck across the scratchy, velvet couch open to the room but hidden behind a militia of hotel floors, not unlike his automatic responses to fight all the aunties, downstairs, interested in his weight, career, or, worst of all, his love life.

Although, if he were being wholly truthful, his love life, tonight, has crossed more milestones in the last two hours than his post-grad art career. And SeMA recently commissioned him for a lobby center piece! So, theoretically, he should be flaunting that success, that achievement, the following prosperity, you on his arm, amongst the gossiping cousins, rather than chasing your lips, with his pelvis, the faster you pull away.

Renjun chuckles again, in the same breathless tune, chest deflating between the couch cushions again. He loosens his tie quickly, completely, yanking it all the way down, the fabric slipping off his neck in a staccato pattern asynchronous against your gags, not a single transitory beat of silence sleeving the room. Your hand mirrors his tie, sinking down his length, anchoring his naked thighs in place while your upper body detaches. And he sighs, whines, just the once, elongated into higher octaves. Something akin to lightheadedness surrounds his head, coaxing him to look down at you, between his legs, a pillow supporting your knees underneath that pretty red gown. Your lips – your plump lips, juxtapose his heavy ones; your teeth biting upward, holding your bottom lip a little less than halfway down.

Renjun sees the millisecond it starts to fall, and he sits up immediately, leaning forward to catch your jaw before it falls, not that it would open widely, but this gives him an excuse to kiss you again, albeit less hasty, like time sponsors him, even though you both snuck into this hotel room, swindling the poor check-in staff out of a key combination. So, you both have to be quiet, else the other guests and the cleaning staff know that you stole a room for a short rendezvous (though, not that short … to preserve his ego). And as a courtesy, you abstained from the bed!

“Something wrong?” Renjun whispers, broken, his voice rasping after underuse, only grunts and praiseful whimpers having passed his lips recently. He asked you, when the both of you knocked into the room, about a half hour ago, whether this was your first escapade, and even though you denied it, he made sure that you were comfortable at each step, waiting for you to squeeze his hand or arm to stop; staying half a step ahead, further in the room; deepening his embraces only on the second kisses. And he hopes that he has been equally receptive, showing you that his pants tightened, lost their slack.

“No,” you answer his question, rasping, too, then coughing – just once –, rubbing your throat. “No,” you repeat. “Is … is something wrong on your end?” Renjun tilts his head to the side – the opposite side from earlier when his head kept lulling down the couch for some assistance, brain shutting down all unnecessary communication that would deviate from his release. It, kinda, forced him to compromise instant gratification just to look at how prettily you took his cock down your throat. And now, he blinks again, shaking his head a few times, newly grown hair fluttering, in layers, around his ears. “‘Cause,” you mumble, satiny lips vibrating around the tiniest gap, from where your tongue peeks just a little bit into his mouth, “you’re going really slow. I’m not fragile; I can take it; I… I like this.” You swallow, audibly, lips closing a hair away, ghost of a kiss barely reaching him. He flutters his eyes to yours, but you continue staring at his gaping mouth, until you speak: “Is this your first time?”

Renjun just smiles.

You’re cuter, right now, than when he first met you a few hours ago, outside the hotel ballroom. He had been waiting for his mom, who, at the end of it all, basically tricked him into attending this charity gala (well, the one downstairs). Initially, she was honest about the premise: wanting to show off her thriving son – likely the main reason, since all social events carry this implicit competition among mothers. But that proved to be a flattery compliance tactic, after she mentioned your name, to finally set him up on an arranged date. And it’s not like arranged dates, or marriages, are uncommon in his social life, in his social circle, she reasoned; plus, it’s not like he doesn't have the time. He just spent the last month between art commissions! (Though, really, Renjun was helping Jeno design some new law firm in Ansan before getting his current job; so, he has two at the moment – three, if she counts his volunteer work). Still, dating is his decision; he really doesn't need his mommy to act as a matchmaker.

And he told her that!

But, adhering to his filial duties, Renjun complied, especially since she cited the upcoming (now presently) Lunar New Year like a “real” reason to listen. Consequently, he was under the impression that she would be attending this charity gala with him, introducing him to friends’ daughters as they showed up. It – the gala – has been delayed since Christmas, with all the schedule mismanagement, not allowing people to battle it out over babaofan. Anyway, his mom told him to wait outside the Lotte ballroom hall wearing a tuxedo (not a suit!; he did that once, emphasis on the once) and ditched him. Renjun only found out that she would not be attending after you showed up in a dark red dress, top layer of fabric matching his midnight black tux over a red slip; your blended jewellery also matching. He sneezed three times, just below his cuff, when you called his name and tripped on tulle, stumbling onto his arm, an old picture of him in bright orange pyjamas on your phone at full brightness. You both confirmed your identities (kids of family friends) and that his mom would not, in fact, be attending – she sent you alone, complimentary against his attire, to trap him in a social situation.

Evil.

But effective.

And Renjun does not know where things changed.

It might have something to do with his pride not wanting to admit that he needed this, that he likes this, likes you. But, one minute, the two of you manifested your own centers of gravity, essentially repelling the other as if joining the same sides of a magnet, starting with small talk basics – complaining about your matchmaker moms, relating over the existential trauma of graduation, talking about your favorite SeMA exhibits, which ultimately led him into a tangent about his work, even though it is, technically, confidential. Then the next second, he had his tongue down your throat, nimble index finger pushing into the hotel keypad (the one into this current room), baited breath silently asking you for consent as his hands clasped outside your erogenous zones – one on your upper back, thumb digging right below your bra wire; the other slacking above your hip, pinking finger imprinting your lacy underwear both into your hip and dress.

Renjun remembers your whimpered ‘yes’s escalating in volume, as your head threw back, exposing your neck deeply. Your leg kicked up, above his waist, forcing his hand forward to catch you. He slid his fingers down your spine, down your ass, giving you a long squeeze, then continuing down the rest of your leg, all while he sucked and lucked and blew into your neck. As a result, you both lost balance, falling against the wall, grabbing onto each other just to stay upright. The accident returned him to your lips, following the last sexy thought you had about AI ruining art; his tongue slithering around, pouring attraction into your mouth, changing how he becomes acquainted with you.

So, Renjun parts your lips again, using the tip of his cock, pushing in broken movements, each one the length of his sharp inhales, until your cheeks fall past his thumbs, laying on his inner thighs. He returns to that comfortable position on the couch, head lulling to the left, face scratching further into the cushion. And Renjun grimaces, nose scrunching, eyes half-closed, an almost pained ah escaping after you gag. His eyes blink rapidly, closing longer and longer the more they flutter.

You shift on your knees, simultaneously grabbing your own hair in an impromptu ponytail then brushing it, completely, to one side, diving a bit further down his cock – which he did not know was even possible(!), given his second grunt, abs crunching, imploring him to lean forward, body practically begging him to fuck you. He tries not to listen, to let you do your own thing, breath bated again, something discernible by his own brain on the very, very tip of his tongue.

“Ah,” Renjun tries, hoping that just starting a syllable will bring the rest of the sentence. It doesn’t. And your slurps, choking in the silence, replace his sentiment anyways.

“Hmm?” you hum, eyes widening under your false lashes, the highlight coated just above your subtle bags also aiding his impending orgasm.

Renjun tightens his grip again, invisible fingernails hooking behind your jaw, bringing you down again. You brace yourself on his bare inner thighs; his pants discarded somewhere near the bed, from when he thought that you two would defile the neat duvet (probably not the best idea, you both agreed, since this rendezvous is meant to be a secret, especially from the original inhabitants). Renjun slips again, this time to sit up, hand instinctively closing around your collarbone, eliciting your choked gasp. He readjusts, jostling you temporarily. Your nails dig into his thighs, and he pauses, chest beating by the millisecond. So, you pinch him again, simultaneously feeding the part of his dick that fell out back into your mouth tongue swiping the underside, eyes downcast, focused. But he grabs your jaw and tilts your chin up. Fuck, he groans.

And in that, he finds the right word: “Pretty.” Simple and effective, judging by the new dimple in your smile line. You whine, complementarily, and Renjun thrusts all way into your mouth, hips lifting off the couch, standing up again. “You like that?” he asks, rhetorically, but you still nod, bobbing, circling, around his length. “You – you wanna know – Fuck – if you’re doing a good job? Is that it?”

Renjun pads his feet stronger into the ground, holding your face steady, gauging your reflex with just one thrust. When you remain impassive – for the most part, because you do gag again, audibly –, he repeats the movement. Except, harder, his new clutch in your hair securing uneven bundles, curtaining the longest strands over your back. And somewhere amidst the micro-actions, his tie falls to the floor (though, it is not as if he had much control to catch it). Renjun thrusts again, and again, and again, punctuating each of his breaths, one after yours. He hears all your sharp inhales, the only ground sound as blood rushes to his ears, muting everything else. Renjun feels his toes curl, his shins shake his knees; and he cradles under your chin again, gaining a better look of your face. It makes you look more obedient, almost makes him cum without the warning he is about to give, his cock throbbing so thickly, so visibly on your tongue, a quarter of it elongated outside your lips.

“Can – can I cum,” he stutters, words seeping into the retraction on his hips, “Inside your mouth?”

You pull away entirely, and he thinks he went too far, but you just inhale, before diving all the way down again, gargling around his base, your tongue poking out slightly, touching his heavy balls. He groans, eyes rolling backward. You bob up and down, swirling your neck counterclockwise, one hand compensating every time an inch leaves your mouth. Suddenly he returns to his shirt, unbuttoning the top few buttons, clammy feeling spreading down his chest, paralleling the saliva building in your throat he keeps touching and the tears pooling the corners of your eyes. Once his cock stops pulsing, just getting thicker, you dive all the way down for the last time, waiting there a second, then pull off, massaging the entire length up to the head of his cock, which rests on your tongue, in your open mouth, like a hose.

The first burst of cum shoots directly upward, at the roof of your mouth, ricocheting down your throat, then the next, a bigger glob, bubbles down his cock. Your tongue conclaves own, like a cup, catching every drop, hooking under his cock, involuntarily titillating the underside, almost goading everything out of him, even though you just have to ask and he will spill, literally. On the last drop, you stick your entire tongue out again, overhead in his cum, licking the last vein away, then sit up, independently, swallowing his cum audibly, almost making a ‘yum’ sound that nearly breaks his refractory period in half.

Renjun pulls a nearby towel on the couch, taking a seat first, again, then pulls you into his lap, draping your skirts over the both of you. It reminds him that your panties were also discarded, sometime around the entrance into this room, tucked nearly into his trouser pocket – a tiny thong, if he remembers clearly. Well, it might as well have been a thong, since he kept fingering the waistband, tugging it upward, slipping his hands over your bare ass. He does it again, spreading your legs wide enough for his thighs to fit on the narrow seat, the short towel. Your knees dip next to his ass, and the hem of your skirt – the crinoline grazing his feet as he pads his heels into the carpet. Renjun sinks into the cushion, your hands falling with him, holding on the top, wrists laying on his shoulders. He snakes a hand between your bodies, trailing up the curve of your side, and brushes your hair, tucking the strands that dropped over your face behind your ears.

“Hi,” you whisper, once your face becomes clearer.

“Hi,” he smiles back, returning his hand to your thighs, simply resting it there.

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[atinyjules]

Second Time's The Charm Ft. Huang Renjun

<<moodboard 2>>

🌷🫧 Mayuree (Yuri) Lee💭˚ෆྀིྀི

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[odxrilove]

☆ DREAMIES AS ROMANTIC TROPES

pairing: dreamies x f!reader?

genre: fluff, maybe some angst, scenarios

wc: 3k in total, between 330 - 480 for each

a/n: i really liked making renjun's and jisung's 🫂🫂🫂

☆ MARK ─ neighbor next door

at first, when your landlord told you that someone rented the apartment next door, you didn’t really care that much. a neighbor is a neighbor and nothing more, or that’s what you kept telling yourself after having met mark. being so busy with getting your degree and paying your rent, you hadn’t bothered to greet mark but that soon changed when you bumped into the boy after coming back from doing the groceries. you thought it was pretty funny seeing him so flustered and apologetic as he helped you pick up your bag and your keys off the ground, his eyes landing on the little keychain with your apartment number. what you hadn’t expected was for him to invite you over for dinner that evening, to apologize for today’s incident. your friends would kick you for saying no, so you accepted, beaming at him before entering your apartment. the next day, your friends came over to hangout and you forcely told them about your new neighbor, the “hottie from apartment 153” like they called him. the dinner was great and the food was nice, the two of you never stopped talking until after midnight. but it wasn’t until the next holiday that you realized he might be more than a neighbor to you. he had left the first weekend and visited his parents for the rest of the two weeks, like he had told you was his plan when you were having a drink the week before. it only dawned on you then that you really missed mark’s little “good morning yn!” when you meet in the complex’ apartment every day. or the way he knocked on your door to give you some of his leftover cake, as he knew it was your favorite. but the day you really realized that it was love that you were feeling for him was when he knocked on your door with a basket full of laundry– your laundry– explaining how his laundry got mixed up with yours at the laundry station before leaving with a laugh, sending you a wink and smuggly telling you that you should wear the pretty red top next time when you hangout.

☆ RENJUN ─ childhood best friend

renjun had been your best friend since you were in diapers, your moms having met during a childbirth preparation class. he was your first for a lot of things, the first one to tell you were pretty, the first one to hold your hand, the first one with whom you went out to the movies, even the first one you shared a kiss with at your first party. he was always present, as if glued by your side in a tight embrace. that was until he moved away to the other side of the country at the end of middle school. you cried for weeks, the loss of your soulmate affecting you much more than your parents thought it would. now, years later, you’ve moved on, happy with your life and friends. moved on because yes, you were in love with renjun. it took you some time to finally realize that he wouldn’t come back and that your feelings for him were useless, hundreds of miles separating the two of you. you lost contact around six months after he left your stuffy town, highschool taking up too much of your time. in all honesty, nowadays it was rare that his name went through your mind. but the wall you build around your heart the day he left crumbled uncontrollably when he appeared in front of you, wide eyes locking with yours as the teacher told the class to greet the new student, indicating to him his table. and when he lowered himself in his seat, whispering a quiet “it’s been pretty long, huh?”, all your feelings for him bubbled up, aching your heart as he smiled softly at you. that was then that you realized that your feelings never went away, you had just buried and locked them behind metal bars, too afraid of the hurt it could give you. but when his eyes sparkled and his face lit up in the sunlight, you knew you could never bury them again.

☆ HAECHAN ─ brother's best friend

jaemin and haechan were like tic and tac, the cherry to each other pies. and you were in between them– literally, they loved hugging and squeezing you between their two taller and bigger bodies as you whined helplessly each time. you had known haechan since kindergarten and always thought of him as a second brother. which is why it shocked you when you spotted him dancing with a girl at a party and wished it was you who was holding his hands instead of her. haechan is your brother’s best friend, the boy who you cried to when you didn’t want to confide in jaemin, the boy who you accidently walked in on naked way too many times, the boy who gifted you your first piece of jewelry when you complained about all the girls wearing nice necklaces in middle school. haechan was haechan and he could never know about your crush on him. it was pretty easy to hide your feelings for the older boy, he was in none of your classes and only came over nowadays to pick jaemin up or take naps while playing video games together, too busy and tired because of uni. while haechan was pretty oblivious to your longing stares, jaemin was not and dragged you away to talk after he nearly threw up from the way you giggled at his best friend’s dumb joke. if you had to be honest, you knew that jaemin would find out at one moment but you didn’t think it would be this soon. you were already preparing yourself to apologize but he suddenly burst into laughter, hunching over the kitchen counter as he tried to calm down. you’re baffled and it only makes him laugh louder, attracting haechan’s attention as he steps into the kitchen, a worried look on his face as he asks if everything is okay. jaemin only chuckles and whistles, giggling about how he is now going to let the two lovebirds have some privacy while walking back to the living room. you’re livid, face flushed red. haechan isn’t any better, stammering apologies and excuses. you freeze, hearing something amongst his ranting that makes you smile. haechan said he liked you, and he realizes that when you confess that you like him too. the tip of haechan’s ears are red as you two hug, this time in a more intimate way that makes jaemin look away, mimicking a gagging sound at the sight. you giggle and he flips you off. whatever, jaemin would have to deal with it now.

☆ JAEMIN ─ enemies to lovers

it all started in fourth grade when the new kid, jaemin, made a not-so-nice comment about your headband– the one you had spent hours on decorating with beads and glitter. you’re not someone who likes confrontation but never in your life would you have let that snotty kid badmouth your artistic skills. tons of insults and a few punches later, the principal is scolding the two of you, giving you detention when you begin arguing again and in front of him. your shared hatred continues for years on and your mutual friends are tired of the constant arguing and awkward silence after the scolding. they all come together one afternoon and decide, enough is enough, it needs to stop. what you didn’t expect however was that their plan to reconcile the two of you consisted of locking you up in chenle’s pantry. knees almost touching his in the small space, you’re the first one to speak up. it takes you a lot of courage to apologize but you know that it’s now or never. jaemin’s apology comes quickly after, his pride hurting in the process. the thing is, your friends know that you find each other attractive (all thanks to a truth or dare during a summer party) and a few of them know there’s some tension between you after a secret kiss you shared at a sleepover two years prior. that was certainly not going to be the last kiss as his lips are pressed against yours not even three minutes after the apology, bodies close in the narrow closet. you don’t tell the others but it kinda shows with how jaemin stares at you after they let you out. for weeks following the closet situation, you’re confused about your relationship. yes, you share secret kisses when no ones looking but jaemin never acted upon it to confirm your relationship. while cuddling in bed one evening, you hesitantly confront him about it and it makes him think. the realization he’s in love with you hits him hard in the face when he finds himself locking hands with you under the lunch table at school. with a dumb smile on his face and your favorite snack in his hand, he makes his way over to your house that weekend. but when you open the door, tears streaming down your face and your phone displaying renjun’s number, indicating that you just got off the phone with him, your wobbly voice breaks his heart. “why didn’t you tell me it was all a bet?”

☆ JENO ─ opposites attract

when your teacher asked you to stay after class to discuss something, you didn’t expect lee jeno to walk through the doors, hands stuffed in his pockets and head high. to your surprise, the teacher recommended you as a tutor for jeno and with a quick look to his side where you were sitting, jeno nodded. jeno was bothered at first because your favorite place seemed to be the library and his the football field, but as your muffled giggles echoed through the hall when he made a science pun, he realized that maybe, it wasn't that bad. throughout the evening, you were pleasantly shocked as jeno tried his best, scribbling down every little info and facts you gave him. after a few weeks, you had gotten used to jeno’s presence, even looking forward to the study sessions with the boy. you didn’t really talk outside the sessions as he was too busy with his friends and football but that soon changed when he asked you to hangout randomly. that day, when it began to rain, he offered you his red varsity jacket, stating how he refused to let you get sick. he walked you home and with a little smile asked to see you the next day again. this whole ordeal continued on for around three months, until the exams and the end of the semester. the day of his exam, you waited anxiously near his classroom, biting your nails from the stress. but you knew you didn’t have to worry when he walked out the room with a huge smile on his face, directly embracing you in a tight hug and thanking you over and over. holidays soon came and he was the first one to greet you with a happy summer. however, the moment you realized you wouldn’t see jeno for months, it saddened your mood and you knew that you cared more about him than you thought. apparently, jeno had felt the exact same because not even two weeks after the start of holidays, he found himself on your doorstep, bouquet of flowers in his hand. with a slight tremor in his voice, he asked you out, the prettiest and gentlest words leaving his mouth. the school year after, people stared at you two as you walked through the hallways, his red varsity jacket hanging off your shoulder.

☆ CHENLE ─ mutual pining

you and chenle had become quickly friends after jeno had introduced him to you just after having started highschool. he was nice, funny– his dolphin laugh brought you to tears multiple times– and you shared a few interests. over the years, the two of you got progressively closer, to the point where you weren’t exactly sure where the line between friendship and love started or ended, it was a mystery you were unable to solve. unbeknownst to you, chenle felt the exact same way and he was having a hard time pretending your obliviousness didn’t affect him as much as it did. everytime you leaned closer towards him when you were shaking with laughter, he longed for more. you, on the other hand, had come to terms that your feelings were unreciprocated and decided to move on, accepting to go on a few dates with a classmate of yours. chenle, however, felt like his patience was going to burst at any moment, having to forcefully look away whenever he spotted the guy being close to you. chenle was jealous and everyone knew except you, thinking that he had distanced himself because of his studies. you ended up dating the guy and knowing chenle wasn’t around to see you happy made you sad but you preferred to push those feelings away, instead deciding to focus on your studies and new boyfriend. that would have probably been much easier if you hadn’t caught him talking to his ex behind your back. it took some time but he managed to convince you it was only platonic and soon you were back in his arms, much to chenle’s dismay. just before it felt like your friend had completely left you life, he decided that this wasn’t worth losing your friendship over and organized a hangout for all your friends. you had missed him and you couldn’t help but have a constant smile plastered on your face throughout the day. your little bubble of joy shattered not long after when you got into a huge argument with your boyfriend. a month after, you and chenle met up at his request and with shaky hands, he showed you his phone, repeating a clip of your boyfriend and his ex making out at a party. chenle was terrified of your reaction, he expected tears or accusations but that never came as you only gave him his phone back. you spoke up, explaining how you had actually broken up with your boyfriend weeks prior because you knew you could never love him as much as you loved chenle. that’s when chenle asked you out, furiously sputtering out the words as his cheeks turned red, making you giggle in the process as you excitedly accepted. it took some time but as he walked you home, hand in hand, chenle knew it was worth it.

☆ JISUNG ─ first love

you were hot, full on sweating and flapping your arms around when jisung first saw you. he thought it was hilarious and immediately fished out his phone, taking a quick photo of you to not get caught. the first evening of camp was fun for the kids– less for the teens– so jisung’s way of having fun was to show your photo to everyone on camp, laughing hysterically when he recreated the scene with a few of the older kids. but his fun soon dissipated when he spotted you fuming behind him, having caught him red-handed. before he could even apologize, he was pushed in the lake by you, losing a flip flop in the process. and when you instinctively took a photo as he emerged from the cold water, seaweed clinging to his hair, he knew you two would get along. from that moment on, you spent the whole summer together, always causing havoc as the oldest kids at camp. you ate lunch together, did group activities together and even helped the instructors sometimes, together. the instructors found it cute and two of the girls often teased you about jisung and the way his eyes sparkled whenever he looked at you. having no proof if it was the truth, you only shrugged it off, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. seeing how oblivious the two of you were acting, a few kids decided that you were both “too dumb to do it yourselves” and revealed your crush on the taller boy at a campfire. you only blushed furiously when jisung dragged you away from their prying eyes, walking to the lake and the dock, urging you to sit down next to him. after a confession from the blushing jisung, you shared a first kiss, the sunset casting yellow hues on your bodies. your love was sweet, endearing and new, a first for the both of you. it was a mix of adoration, intimacy and excitement and it only made you realize how hard you had fallen for jisung when the end of summer approached. the goodbyes were heartbreaking– a hug and kiss, whispers of “i’ll miss you” and the tears when the train left. the sadness of losing your first love added to the stress of starting your first year of university, made you more than miserable and left you hideous eyebags for the first day of the year. but when you walked into your orientation class and locked eyes with jisung sitting at the other side of the auditorium, you could only gape at each other as your heart beats rapidly in your chest. maybe this year won't be so bad.

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[psycheyn]

pairing: huang renjun x fem reader

warnings: mention of being drunk (and weight, at first), sliiightly suggestive

[ 2:33 am ]

“Damn, how did you get so heavy in just a few hours.” said Renjun, struggling to walk you towards his car. 

You are nearly passed out when he got to the party and saw you hugging Jisung. The latter felt uncomfortable because you were clinging onto him longer than you thought like you owe him your life or something. When Jisung saw Renjun emerge from the crowd, he felt relieved that there will be someone to take you home because first, he doesn’t want to intrude to yours and well, he doesn’t want to bring you with him at their dorm, either. (Just the thought of Chenle teasing him to death is painful enough for him to think)

He waved at Renjun to get his attention and when he did, Jisung points at you mouthing ‘she’s drunk’ while you’re still hugging him. Renjun looks like he’s seen you like that before but still let out a sigh of relief since it’s Jisung you’re clinging onto this time.

At least you’re in good hands tonight, rather than hugging total strangers like last time.

But before Renjun got to you, your friend Karina, talked to Renjun first. You can’t hear what they’re talking because of the loud music coming from the speakers that surrounds every corner of the house, but you have an idea on what it might be, so you loosen your cling on Jisung’s neck and waits for Renjun to pick you up. A few minutes later, you heard Renjun apologizing and thanking Jisung. He tries to get you off of him and you obediently do so. You’re clinging on Renjun’s neck now, back hugging him as he walk past a couple of people to leave the party.

You murmured something like ‘am not heavy’ but Renjun didn’t hear that. He wasn’t aware that you’re half awake, nor sane, considering you drank too much. He just thought that you’re blabbering because who will be in their right mind after drinking for 6 hours straight? 

“Why are you even drinking this much if you can’t handle your own?” he said. ‘Always making me your chauffeur.’

“Well, at least my chauffeur is a lot more handsome than other chauffeur.” you smiled. He is taken aback by what you said, noticing that he slowed his pace as you slowly reaches his car.

“Stop murmuring, you sound and look like a witch.” he returns, in which you giggled.

“If I look like a witch, then why did those guys want to take me home?” you said as you tilt your head, trying to peak on his reactions. 

After hearing what you said, he immediately stops on his track, both of you near to his car.

Renjun raises an eyebrow, “‘those guys’? ” irritation clearly evident on his voice. “So Jisung isn’t the only one you clung onto?” he asked you.

You let out a hum and taps his shoulder. A few tries to get you off of Jisung and offers to take you home but you wouldn’t budge. You know he’ll come for you either way, so you cling on Jisung until the end. Bonus thing is that you proved you’re not wrong.

“Put me down,” you sluggishly said. “I can open the car door on my own. Thanks.”

“No.” he said firmly. Is he mad?

“Put me down, Renjun. I'm not drunk”

“Stay put or I’ll leave you here for people to see. It wouldn’t be so great if you go to school tomorrow and all the people’s talking about is how drunk you are that you end up sleeping outside Lia’s house.”

You stay still as he instructed, let him ramble, and maybe nag you while he open the door to his car. You love this feeling as this feels like he cares for you dearly. You know your friend, Renjun, he doesn’t like to show what he’s feeling most of the time. He’s cold and distant that other people feels he’s too serious and too reserved for them. Not that he mind though, it favors him actually.

He only stopped talking as he put you on the shotgun. You feel him grab the seatbelt and scooch over to tuck you in. As he lower his head to put your seatbelt on, his neck facing your mouth, you’re sure that he can feel your breathing. The playful part of you thought to tease him a bit, so you lean a little closer, and whispered,

“You smell so nice.” then you give his neck a small kiss and smirks, watching as his adams apple go down, swallowing the lump in his throat. Renjun backs out to close the door and went to the driver's seat, muttering.

"God, please give me longer patience for tonight."

ha ha. sweats (;;;・_・)

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[foolsunz]

𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥…

— nct dream as different kink based scenarios.

content warnings: smut, unprotected sex + more. this is pure self indulgent filth. word count: 2,6K.

౨₊ৎ Mark

fingering, BEGGING (</3) and edging.

you let a whimper and a soft ‘please’ escape you, wanting to come so bad already, but unfortunately for you, your boyfriend, mark, has other plans.

leaning down, he places a soft peck on your stomach before placing several open mouthed, hungry kisses on your inner thighs, so close to where you want him.

“tsk, i thought i taught you better than that, princess,” mark quips, the condescending tone sending waves of heat up your spine.

he gathers the cum leaking from your cunt and pushes it back inside, causing a loud moan to escape your parted lips.

mark watches as your hips buck and squirm from every breath on his lips on your glistening cunt. getting lost in your eyes, he finally seals his lips over your clit again and begins sucking, softly.

“y/n, you have to use your words…”

you feel your lower lip trembling, and your eyes already having tears welling in them. “please, baby—” you beg shamelessly, breathless moans escaping you and filling mark’s ears, making his cock twitch.

he flicks his tongue from side to side so your only reply will be another moan, another plead.

“p-please.”

“please what?” he smiles devilishly, draping your legs over his shoulders as he inserts a second finger in your dripping hole. he circles his tongue around your throbbing, swollen clit, working his two fingers into your tight hole. “words, sweetheart. tell me what you want.”

your pleading and screams get louder as mark’s fingers move faster, his thumb working your clit in circles. He pushes another finger in, finding your sweet spot as your thighs begin to shake. “please…make me come— please, markie.”

you let your head flop back on the bed; just panting and moaning as he presses three fingers inside you.

“mhm, you look so pretty like this,” he smiles, gazing up at you, “sucking all three of my fingers in. fuck, i bet you want my cock. bet you want me to fuck your throat raw until you can’t speak for a day, hm?”

“yes! fuck, mark, please—‘m gonna cum,” you moan.

each thrust of his fingers causes you to lose track of time and space and you can’t help but feel the tears pooling in your eyes.

mark waits until you’re on the cusp of your orgasm to stop his ministrations, and take his fingers out in one swift movement.

“no no no no, why— fuck, why did you stop?” you cry, your body arching off the bed as much as you can to try and get any touch from him.

you whimper when he gently pushes you back down.

tears stream down your cheeks, a pathetic pout etched on your face, and mark can’t help but smile as he kisses the expression off.

“please,” you’re saying, over and over again in a small, desperate tone.

“please, baby— please, please, please,” you beg a few more times, but in that defeated, small voice that means you know for a fact you won’t get what you want.

knowing if you beg enough, then maybe, just maybe, he’ll give you what you want.

but you better pray for it.

౨₊ৎ Renjun

spitting, praise kink, body worship and pet names !!!!

“shit, princess,” renjun starts, sucking harshly on your clit with his skilled tongue, “look at the mess you made.”

you groan, wanting to retort, but you’re lost for words. renjun doesn’t say anything, he merely gazes up at you, a mixture of your arousal and his spit glistening on his chin and dripping down his defined jaw.

“you’re fucking dripping,” he smirks mischievously at you, “i can’t wait to watch you fall apart, pretty.”

you babble incoherently, turning into a crying mess as he sucks on your clit like a lollipop, until you begin to shake, quivering uncontrollably as you mewl his name like a mantra.

“shh, shh. you’re doing so good, baby girl, you look so pretty. just keep going like this, okay angel?” he whispers breathily. “can you do that for me?”

crying out at the praise, you can’t help but nod hesitantly, causing him to smile as he begins tonguing your aching hole while his two fingers work on your clit, rubbing vigorously.

finally you hear him continue to praise you, whispering sweet nothings against your clit as he finger fucks you; and your senses can’t help but get overwhelmed.

there’s too much going on, and all you can - and will focus on, is renjun, renjun, renjun.

“fuck, junnie—” you whine pathetically, clenching around his long fingers and making him groan against your cunt.

just before you can come, renjun kisses up your body, making you whimper as you quiver around his hot breath against your lips.

“say ahh, baby girl,” he smiles, gripping your cheeks and slapping them, demanding you to: “open your mouth.”

you let a gasp escape you as you part your lips, letting him spit in your mouth before firmly grabbing your jaw and following up with a question of, “who do you belong to, huh?”

“you!”

“mhm ‘s that right?” he smirks, mocking you as he smears the spit all over your lips and face. “yeah? that’s a good fucking slut.”

his fingers thrust faster inside your hole and his thumb continues to rub your clit, determined to make you come and make you see stars.

you cry out in pleasure, and when you orgasm for the fourth time, renjun comes, untouched, his cock pulsing against your thigh as he writhes in pleasure; the feeling of you cumming enough to make him come undone, his cum staining his boxers.

౨₊ৎ Jeno

face fucking, degradation & corruption/innocence kink. 😵‍💫

“more jen,” you beg pathetically as you look up at jeno with the prettiest doe eyes.

you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out flat and inviting more of him in as he slowly slides his cock inside your small, soft mouth.

but it isn’t enough for you. “please, ngh i want— i need more.”

it’s like a switch is flipped, your usually sweet and careful boyfriend who always treats you like you’re made of glass, finally snapping and becoming rough with you; animalistic moans escaping him as he begins fucking your face.

“greedy fucking slut,” he snarls, tangling his fingers in your hair as he thrusts his cock down your throat. “you want more, huh? i’ll fucking give it to you.”

he moves his hand from your jaw to the back of your head, holding you steady as you keep bobbing your head and swallowing around his length.

“take it, slut,” he growls, thrusting harder and almost forgetting it’s your mouth he’s fucking, and not a toy. “shit… baby, that feels so good.”

you gag around him, drooling all over yourself as mascara cascades down your cheeks and your perfectly applied red lipstick a mess, all smudged from having your plush lips wrapped around your boyfriend’s dick.

you feel your throat beginning to burn and you can barely see his face due to the tears welling in your eyes, but you still want more. you want to please him, and take him - all of him; wanting him to move faster, deeper, until you’re a trembling mess and can’t breathe.

jeno hisses before yanking your hair harshly and thrusting back into your mouth, “you’re such a dirty little whore… fuck— you love choking around my cock, don’t you, slut?”

humming in agreement around him, he lets a loud whimper escape him as he bites his bottom lip.

he can’t help but wipe away your tears as he fucks your tight throat and pretty face into a drooling, needy mess. your boyfriend moans loudly, tangling his fingers into your hair before increasing his pace.

“oh yeah?” he growls, pushing your head down to make sure you choke around him and taste every inch of him. “let’s see how much you can take before you start crying like a little girl and beg for air.”

౨₊ৎ Haechan

dacryphilia, squirting (!!!!!) and pet names 😫😫

“please fuck— yes, hyuck, nggh don’t stop,” you mewl, barely able to make out coherent sentences as you babble nonsense with the need to cum.

you know at this point, your brain is purely focused on haechan’s mouth on you; the way he grinds against the mattress to relieve himself as he pleasures you with his mouth and fingers, the sweet sounds escaping the both of you…

you know you aren’t going to last long.

haechan gazes up at you through hooded eyes, you can feel him smirk against your cunt as he devours you, listening to your pleas.

he’s more than practiced at making you fall apart and making you cry and scream his name, which is why he has a new mission to be fulfilled: to make you squirt.

and, since he knows your body better than you do, he knows the only way to make that happen, is to edge you first.

so that is what he decides to do.

his wet lips closes around your throbbing clit, sucking harshly as his eyes focuses on the expressions you are making, taking in each of them in and memorising what makes you feel good.

and without a warning, he inserts two of his fingers inside of you, curling them and hitting the spot you love oh so much.

you can’t help but scream his name and arch your back for more.

“that’s the spot, huh pretty?” he smirks, moaning as he feels your walls clench around his digits. “shit, you like it when i touch this spot, don’t you?”

you bite your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks as you desperately hump haechan’s fingers, his wet tongue, and his pretty face; searching for release.

with every breath you take, soft whimpers and ‘oh my god’s’ leave your lips.

“you gonna come for me, princess?”

you nod vigorously, lust practically plastered in your eyes as his fingers and tongue begins to match the pace of your rocking hips.

“h—hyuck…” you whimper as you twitch, moaning as he leaves bite marks alongside the many other bruises that litter your body from his mouth. “god, i’m gonna—fuck!”

you sob when you feel his breath against your core, “let it go, baby,” he growls as he sucks and licks your clit with a moderate amount of pressure. “cum for me.”

he smirks when he sees tears sliding down your cheeks, “you’re so so so beautiful when you cry for me, angel…”

“so fucking pretty,” he moans, the thrusts of his fingers getting rougher and rougher every time you let out a sound.

“fuck— baby girl, i wanna see you shower the fucking sheets… wanna watch you cry, hear you scream. let it all out, baby, soak my fucking hand.”

“no, wait—” you start, but it’s too late.

you feel the sudden sound of fluids gushing down the side of your knees, soaking your inner thighs as tears of humiliation burn down your cheeks.

you feel embarrassed, mortified in fact but, hyuck merely makes a seal with his lips and sucks your clit so hard that it’s enough to clutter your vision as you gush around his fingers and mouth.

“shit— that’s it, squirt for me. fuck, just like that, that’s my girl.”

౨₊ৎ Jaemin

overstimulation, face sitting & auralism <3333

“fuck— i need to taste you now,” he groans, his lips immediately finding your tits, pulling down the cups of your bra to get better access to your nipples. he latches on to your nipple, sucking firmly while kneading the other in circular motions. “c’mere baby, sit on my face.”

he wastes no time in finding your swollen clit with his tongue, wrapping his arms around your thighs and burying his face deeper into your wet pussy.

as he sucks on your clit, he looks up at you; his eyes focusing on you and your facial expressions.

he loves the small gasps and moans you let out, but he wants you to scream for him.

“are you holding back?” he asks, his tongue swirling around your clit faster, his moans causing vibrations that had you whimpering his name.

“don’t. i wanna hear your pretty little moans.” he adds, urging you to scream for him.

you feel yourself getting closer to your release as he speeds up his ministrations, and when you finally come with a scream of his name and a yank of his hair, he laps up your spill of juices dutifully, cleaning up every last drop as you come down from your high.

“oh? you thought i was done?” he poses, “no no, baby, you can take one more for me, right?”

౨₊ৎ Chenle

exhibitionism & dumbification 🥵

“chenle,” you plead, your voice thick with tears as you try your best to stop yourself from rolling your hips against his, “there’s people nearby— oh my god, we’ll get caught.”

“fuck them,” he groans into your ear before looking up at you, his deep voice and gaze sending shivers down your spine. “let them walk in, I don’t give a shit.”

you feel your thighs begin to quiver and shake as he continues having his way with you, fucking and using you like a rag doll, and just when you feel your legs almost give out from under you, chenle grabs your hips and wraps them around his waist as he keeps fucking you.

for a quick second, you’re grateful, but that’s until you realise this new angle has his dick drilling even further into your cunt.

“oh my god,” you cry out, “we can’t— chenle… you’re crazy.”

he just smiles at you, looking into your eyes; knowing they’re saying a differing story. thrusting his hips in deeper, he hisses as your hot walls squeeze around him, groaning loudly before he begins rubbing your clit in fast circles.

“tell me to stop,” he purrs seductively, kissing at your jaw before trailing kisses along your neck, “fuck— say you don’t want this as much as i do, and i’ll stop.”

the way your eyes roll into the back of your head has the blood rushing right to chenle’s cock. you both know for a fact you won’t tell him to stop, and when he begins thrusting faster, setting a relentless and merciless pace, you can’t help but give in and moan his name like a prayer as you fall apart.

“that’s my fucking girl,” he smirks proudly, picking up his pace, letting his movements do the talking for him. “shit, that’s it, baby… scream my name, let them hear you.”

౨₊ৎ Jisung

breeding and dacryphilia <3

“you wanna cum?” he questions, placing your legs over his shoulders as his pace quickens, a choked moan falling from your lips at the feeling.

you nod vigorously, your voice already slipping into a little whimper as you squeeze your eyes.

“fuck, baby… ‘m gonna fill you up good,” he purrs, thrusting forward, loosening his grip on your waist until his cock is fully sheathed inside your gspot.

“that’s the spot, right baby?” he growls animalistically, teasing you with a few shallow, yet powerful and merciless thrusts, as you wrap your legs around his waist, trying to feel more of him inside you.

“oh my god, jisung— fuck, right there,” you moan, feeling his groans echoing throughout your body, as he leans forward, placing his hands on either side of your head and leaning down to kiss you deeply, hungrily; biting your bottom lip and making you gasp. “please, i want you to come inside of me.”

“yeah, babe?”

jisung smiles devilishly, quickening to a brutal pace as he trails a hand down to massage your throbbing clit.

“want me to fill you up with my cum over and over again? get you pregnant?” he whispers, loving the way your entire body shakes and reacts to the thought of him knocking you up.

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[luvyeni]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ PUTTING THEM ON A SEX BAN — NCT DREAM ꒱

— cw. mentions of sex

request: I really love your work! 💌 Can I request where skz or nct dream they get a text from their girlfriend putting them on a sex ban? hehehe tysm!!!

authors note. i hope you like it 💕!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

©️LUVYENI

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[moonjella]

STUDY DATES WITH NCT DREAM

MARK, RENJUN & HAECHAN are a group that is both calm and chaotic. it's no surprise haechan is the trouble causer, constantly distracting you all. in his mind, hanging out with friends and studying do not go together at all. he's either playing with his pens or poking you with them. his constant sighs and complaints are frustrating at best but he knows not to bother you guys too much, especially when you're in the zone. renjun, on the other hand, is immensely focused and always scolding haechan for almost getting you all kicked from the library. however, he lets you get away with being chatty because your voice is somewhat of a reliever of his stress. and mark is somewhere in the middle. he's really good at reading the group. if you're gossiping more than usual, he knows there's no chance you'll get work done so he'll join in. other times, he'll notice when studying is needed and shows you his serious side. despite all that, mark is the one who gets you kicked because of his outrageous laughing fits over the smallest things.

JENO & JAEMIN are surprisingly mature when it comes to studying, but that doesn't mean it's not fun. studying in a group is so much easier than studying alone. you all play games to test each others knowledge, quizzing at the end of each session and the loser gets flicked in the forehead while the winner has to buy coffee for everyone. in a way, it leads to little overall improvement because all three of you answer questions wrong on purpose so you don't have to buy coffee. but when the tests are around the corner, you buckle down and have silent runs of nonstop studying and then evaluating each others work as a group together. you don't have to worry about failing exams with them just as much as you don’t worry about being bored. they make you look forward to exam season. and the best part of these study dates is the gossiping. you'll always reward yourselves with exchanges of juicy gossip as the perfect end to your hard work.

CHENLE & JISUNG aren't intentionally awful at studying. they themselves were the first to request study dates with you because in their eyes, you are the only one who can help menaces like them. and they truly live up to the name. chenle doesn't seem too bad, but you slowly realise how laid back he is. he's smart, he knows his stuff, but he gets bored sitting down and working for hours on end. and there isn't much to help with that other than telling him to stop chatting and focus on studying. jisung, on the other hand, needs all the guidance he can get. it's not that he doesn't know, but rather that he feels more confident when someone guides him first, that being you. you just need to show him a question a couple of times before he gets the hang of it. as chenle likes to say, he needs someone to hold his hand along the way and chenle is constantly teasing the boy while jisung shyly tries to impress you with his grades.

#✧ jella's headcanons #nct dream #nct dream x reader #nct dream headcanons #nct dream fluff #nct x reader #nct fluff #nct headcanons #nct mark x reader #mark lee x reader #nct renjun x reader #jeno x reader #haechan x reader #jaemin x reader #chenle x reader #nct jisung x reader #✧ jella writes

[ohmygs-blog]

“miss ur face..”

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[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream and the things that make them go insane (18+)

cw: suggestive, mentions of sex. 

AN: Did I took inspiration from Xiaodery's 'Don't go insane' challenge? yes I did. Lol don't take this too seriously. Also minors dni!!!

Mark Lee ; random moans

Yes Mark, you're not the only one who makes random moan noises. You know that type of noises you make whenever you stretch your body? or when you're eating a delicious food? You're very vocal when it comes to making those kind of noises and sometimes it just caught Mark off-guard. It's not intentional but it reminds him of the sounds you make whenever you two have sex. Sometimes he tells you to not do it, and you'll innocently ask him why. He might not resist of taking you there, that's why. 

Huang Renjun ; revealing clothes

LISTEN Renjun doesn't care what you wear. He's not very protective when it comes to your outfits since it's your body after all. BUT when you're practically naked around your apartment, he'll start praying for his life. You tend to be comfortable wearing just an oversized shirt and panties or maybe a tank top and cycling that shapes your body perfectly. But it'll have Renjun fighting his inner demons. (he loses it.)

Lee Jeno ; tight-fit clothes

Now this one is different. Jeno just couldn't resist it when you're wearing clothes that's tight-fit enough that it curves out your body, especially your boobs and ass. He'll stare at it the whole day and he'll be embarrassed when he catches himself looking at it. But there are moments where his hands will trail over your body when you're wearing those kind of clothes. Oh and he loves ripping it for some reason ??? especially your leggings, he'll just buy you more he convinces. 

Lee Donghyuck ; random touches

Donghyuck will start questioning you whenever you touch him randomly. It'll be just innocent touches like his cheeks or squeezing his arms, but when you have your hands in his thighs, Donghyuck will just stare at you, "???" or when you unconsciously touched his abs trailing it up and down, his mind will go blank and start to think that you wanted something. It'll give him mixed signals and he'll end up horny though. 

Na Jaemin ; wearing his clothes

At first he adores it, whenever you steal his hoodie and wear it. It's very wholesome and you look small in his clothes. But when you're just wearing his top over your panties, he just couldn't resist it. Jaemin thinks that you look hot in his clothes especially after a round of sex, he'll be fighting the urge to take it off from you and just fuck you again. 

Zhong Chenle ; makeup

Chenle would probably love the idea of messing your makeup. He loves your red lipstick and thinks you're seductive whenever you apply lipstick and ends it with a pout, he would probably kiss you afterwards, the messy, aggressive type where your lipstick smudges all over you and him. Chenle probably indulged at the thought of how you put so much effort on your makeup and thought of ways of ruining it by making you writhe under his touch and cry because of the pleasure.

Park Jisung ; seductive dances

Oh Jisung will be astonished at the way you moved. Especially when you two are dancing inside a club, you'll be swaying your hips left and right, feeling the music and rhythm, Jisung would be hype by it but he'll go crazy as he watch you dance sexily in public. He'll be the type who'll hold you close to him as you grind against him and perhaps even make-out a little bit on the dance floor. 

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[he115re]

Nice tits

Literally just the dreamies holding/touching your tits :)

MDNI!! , tit holding, nipple play, kissing, teasing?, proof read, uhm might've forgotten something.

Mark

He is the type to mindlessly play with your tits. You're both laying on the couch cuddled up to each other. In your most comfortable clothes, he has an arm over your shoulder while the other holds his phone. He's scrolling mindlessly trying to fill his mind of something as ads roll. The hand by your shoulder slowly slips into your sweater by the collar and immediately finds your soft nipple his cold hands making it harden.

You look at him to see if he's doing it on purpose but to your surprise , he's still mindlessly scrolling. He takes the nub between his fingers and starts lightly tweaking it. You sigh at the feeling, he's done this so much he doesn't even have to think about it.

You put your hand atop his to get his attention and he looks at you confused. He looks down at where his hand is and then at you and gives you an apolagrtic smile going to move his hand "I didn't tell you to stop" you mutter as you move in closer to him.

A boyish smile plasters across his face as you climb on his lap and start kissing his neck. "Would've done this ages ago if I knew you'd act like this". You don't think of protesting to his statement, instead you shut him up by kissing him.

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Renjun

When I tell you he knows you like his hands. He'll take any opportunity to say that. Puts his hand on your thigh and lightly squeezes while he's talking to a friend.

But his favorite activity so far is pulling your shirt up and holding your tits, you'll look down to see his hands and then to him and he'll just smile "thought they needed a holder" he says as he playfully pushes them up. Your nipples between his forefinger and middle finger, he pinches at them before moving to using this thumb to circle the now hard buds "and you said you loved my hands" he whispers in your ear "you can watch them as I play with your tits" he whispers as he kisses just below your earlobe.

Whatever you were doing is forgotten as you lean into his touch. You put your hands on his forearms as he continues go play with your tits. He lightly tugs at the buds watching your face for every reaction as he does so.

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Jeno

Face first into them. He'll come back from the gym and just needs to recharge. He'll drop his bag and crawl on top of you, lifting your shirt up making you giggle as his soft and damp hair tickles your skin. He knows you don't wear a bra while at home so all he needs to do is lay down.

And lay he does, his weight on you like a weighted blanket, his considerably hotter body warming you up. Any protest of him being too warm, too heavy, or stinky fall to deaf ears, he knows you love this about him. He's heard one too many times, of you talking to your friends about it when you think he's asleep.

If you start complaining a little too much though he'll sneak one of his hands up to your tit and gently massage it also lifting his head up so he can take your nipple into his mouth. Instantly your words get caught in your throat at his actions as he rolls the hardening bub between his lips. It's muscle memory at this point, he doesn't need to put much thought into remembering what you like.

He lightly sucks at the bud rolling his tongue along the tip. He release it with a wet pop as he moves his head go to the other resuming the same actions. You put your hand on top of patting it gently "okay-o-kay i-i get it I'll shut up" you say in defeat and he pauses his actions "but please don't stop" you mumble. He smiles and continues pulling you almost impossibly close to him.

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Heachan

Omg gamer alert. He loves playing games but he also loves watching you play games, any kind of game as long as you're passionate about it. Just the intensity of your concentration. You're so in tune that you didn't notice him sneaking up behind you, or when his hands slid under your shirt to grope your breasts.

You only really take notice when he tells you to use a specific item. Now the warmth on your chest makes sense. But you don't bother to say anything "it's extra support" he says as he excuses now playing with your nipples as he watches you play. "Heachan you're distracting me" you protest as you slightly curl into yourself. God if only he didn't know they were so sensitive.

He smirks "oh,don't mind me" he says as he continues now also kissing along your neck. He completely understands why you distract him from his game a whole lot now. A moan slips past your lips as he starts to suck a new hickey onto your neck. You quickly hit pause on your game and try your best to pull him closer to you.

"Fu-fuck this" you mumble as you pull him into a kiss which he gladly accepts. He leans over your chair pushing you deeper into it. Oh now he gets it, the power he feels just from doing this, he could get used to doing this more often.

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Jeamin

Loves watching you dress. Especially when you're still half asleep. The first thing you put on is a some pants. Then you walk around looking for your bra. And when you find it, you waddle on over to him for help. Tho it's not his favorite thing in the world "aw cmon let your tits outs" he'd protest but he does enjoy helping you put the clasps on if you're struggling. He gets to sneakily hold you tits saying he's adjusting the cups.

He also enjoys seeing your shirt bunched up at the top as you try to remember where you left your deodorant. He always comes up behind you and slides one of his hands under the cup of your bra as he reaches up to where it is, he always miss places it so he has the chance to. He squishes at the soft flesh as he leans down to kiss your cheek "you always forget where you put it~" he teases as he puts the deodorant in your hands.

It seems now's the time to forget about getting dressed as you turn your head to capture your lips in his, you don't miss the little smirk as you do so.

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Chenle

Domestic moment! Doesn't usually do it out of the blue, but seeing you doing some menial task like washing the dishes, making your self a snack, standing in the kitchen while he's in there, just doing anything in the kitchen. It fills him with the urge of being close to you. Skin to skin. But he can't since he doesn't want to disturb you.

So he settles for sliding his hands under your shirt, resting his hands on your bare hips and playing with the waistband of your shorts. "Lele what are you doing? " you ask with a slight giggle as he taps his fingers. "Can't I touch the love of my life? " he asks as he lightly squeezes at your hips.

You shake your head "I know what you're doing" you say in faux annoyance. Even if he doesn't do it often you know his ulterior motives. He feigns ignorance as he slides his hands up your hips to your waist "I have no idea what you're talking about". He says smile clear in his voice. His hands keep on wandering until they're at your ribcage just below the swell of your breast.

"Chenle" you say in a warning tone, but just as you utter his name he does the opposite. He easily pushes up your bra and replaces it by cupping your breasts. He smiles to himself as you sigh in defeat. He lays his head on your shoulder to look at what you're doing "whatcha doing anyways? " he innocently asks looking at your hands that are frozen in place as he starts to toy with your nipples.

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Jisung

He shyly slides his hands up to your chest. They were already there hugging your waist as you sit in his lap. He can't remember exactly why you're there but now he just has to hold them in his hands. They inch up slowly watching for any hesitation.

But to his suprise you just move his hands to your tits yourself, a surprised gasp leaving his lips as you do so. He hides his face in the crook of your neck slightly embarrassed by your boldness. But that doesn't mean he'll stop. You just gave him permission why would he stop now?

His hands automatically cup your breasts lightly squeezing at the flesh as he gently rolls his fingers over it. He loves the small reactions you give him despite being immersed in your own thing. The small gasp you let out as his pointer finger pushes on your nipple and then rolls over it. Or the way you stiffle a moan as he starts kissing at your neck both of his hands now gently playing with your tits. He's all too observant of every reaction even when you slightly shift and lean back against him.

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[polarisjisung]

KISSES WITH NCT DREAM

pairings: nct dream × fem! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of giving hickeys (for jeno) + reader is implied to have long(ish) hair + use of pet names

notes: a little different to usual but i want to post more often and I love reading these little headcanons! although I do need to switch it up from all the fluff 🫠

MARK-cozy morning kisses:

mark loves lazy mornings, holding you by the waist to make sure you don't have a chance to escape the warmth of the duvet you're all wrapped up in. sure your hair's a little messy but mark loves the domesticity of waking up next to you. you'll make every attempt to make your way out of the confines of your shared double bed but mark ultimately wins, shutting you up with a kiss when he feels like you're talking too much

"mark baby, please I have work" mark could not care less— really, they should've made it illegal to work weekends

"you have a boyfriend too" he'd tuck the hair falling from your ponytail behind your ear and you're a sucker for the way he'd let his palm rest over your cheek as he pulls you into his chest underneath the covers

"markie, I'll get fired" you know you'd lost the battle the second mark let his eyes land on your lips, the ones that were still shining from the left over lip mask you'd applied the night before, but you still try to bolt out of the covers as fast as you can, undoubtedly you'll get pulled back in by mark just a few seconds later

"don't run from me baby" he's all pouty, you know its all just a facade to get a couple extra minutes in bed with you but saying no to mark just wasn't one of your capabilities

when you finally sigh in defeat,

"just 5 minutes" with a roll of your eyes, he's peppering sweet kisses all over your face, placing a couple pecks on your lips too

"I'll take 5 minutes"

best believe he'll take a lot more than just 5

RENJUN-stupid adorable smiley kisses:

kisses with renjun start out ever so gentle, a quick touch of your lips before he's checking to see your reaction. doesn't matter how long you've been dating, renjun still gives you butterflies every damn time, and he's the same with you, all giddy and kicking his feet, so you both start out so smiley against each other's lips, soft and sweet. on occasion renjun likes to go for deep, more meaningful passionate kisses, and the second you see his starry eyes staring up at you, grin formed into a soft smile, you know his hand is going to reach for your jaw and his lips are going to move rushed against yours

there's a sparkle in his eyes, a glint that tells you renjun won't stop at a few pecks— naturally you don't mind at all

"my love?" he coos, looking up at you, taking in your features as though he's trying to commit every detail of your pretty face to memory, your moles, the shape of your lips and your sparkling eyes, he would memorise it all in that very moment

you swear he looks at you as though you've painted the sky and hung the stars, and every time you catch yourself wondering what you've done to be lucky enough to deserve him

"I love you" as those words slip so effortlessly out of his lips, he'll guide you with a hand against the back of your head to meet his lips again, with more urgency this time

"I love you too" you'd breathe out, an oppurtunity you'd never miss

JENO-neck kisses

jeno loves your lips, kisses, pecks, full on make out sessions— he doesn't mind. but every time he finds your hair tied back and your neck on display he sees it as the perfect chance to show that you're absolutely not single, very much taken in fact. jeno finds joy in carving his initials into your neck or leaving small, unintentional patterns behind sucking and gently biting at the warm skin on your neck. the kisses eventually trail their way up across the bone of your jaw, his hands tugging at the ends of your hair as he twirls it between his fingers. jeno wants it all, quick kisses will do if you're out and about but the second you're home, kissing is at least a 20 minute task.

when you're out, be it hanging out with friends or running errands together, especially in the summer, when you like to tie your hair back a lot more frequently, jeno finds himself going absolutely feral, he's like a child begging his mother to go home

your back is against the wall the second you step through the door, jeno's lips impatiently capturing yours. he's a literal animal, he'll devour any lipstick you're wearing like it was never even there, before his kisses land on your collarbone.

"knew what you were doing when you tied your hair up baby hmm?" jeno likes to think you do it on purpose, to mess with him just a little, admittedly you do, but if you could be honest it had been solely unintentional this time

"come on jeno" your hands land on his chest, almost avoiding the hungry search of his lips for the skin of your neck "didn't know you were so needy"

you like to tease him, his cute agitated kisses becoming a little more intense at your words

equally jeno finds no shame in just how crazy he is for you

"needy for you baby, only you"

something about his urgency mixed with his loyalty forces you to forget about the hickeys you'll spend hours covering up over the next few weeks

HAECHAN- tip of your nose kisses:

haechan loves a makeout session as much as the next person, and despite his forward and bold attitude, sometimes the hard-core kisses just aren't what he's looking for. his favourite solution? kissing the tip of your nose, he likes booping your nose here and there as it is, but in his softest moments, where you find his eyes staring your way in pure awe, haechan's eyes travel to the tip of your nose immediately. it doesn't take long for his lips to follow— a tentative kiss to make sure you're in the mood to be absolutely bombarded with his love

forehead kisses are a close second, and eventually haechan gives in to delicate tender kisses on your lips, his fingers interlaced with yours

"have I ever told you I love you?" kisses with haechan are playful, so you can always tell he's in the mood when that adorable toothy grin shines it's way at you

"multiple times hyuck, every day actually" you'd respond, so giggly that he swears he's falling in love with you all over again, he's not sure if it's possible quite frankly, considering he thinks the same thought everyday

"that's what you deserve baby, I love you" he'd waddle his way over to you on the sofa, that smirk on his face that tells you everything you need to know— the kiss lands perfectly in the centre of your nose, your face soon hidden away in your hands

"don't get shy on me now baby, you know what I wanna hear" he's already trying to get another look at your pretty eyes and when he successfully gets your hands to slide down your face, places a chaste kiss to your forehead

"I love you too hyuck"

"can't hear you buttercup, you're gonna have to show me that pretty face so I can lip read" he's a little too proud of his words, and when you do let your hands down, his lips are all over yours

JAEMIN-lip gloss kisses:

jaemin is a sucker for those shiny, perfect glossy lips of yours, he's a sucker for you full stop, but your lips are practically a superpower.

now jaemin hates strawberries but that pretty pink lip gloss of yours with a little shimmer and that strawberry scent is his absolute favourite, he swears it makes your eyes pop 10x more it's perfect— you're perfect

he loves showering you with affection, be it hugs or kisses, holding your hand or whispering sweet nothings into your ear, jaemin treats you like an absolute princess and when his princess is all dressed up and so absolutely gorgeous, he can't help but ask for one thing for himself. not that jaemin doesn't love seeing you lounging around casually, he thinks you look gorgeous all the time, but seeing the confidence that oozes from your being when you're ready for a big event has his stomach doing backflips

his arms wrap around your waist quicker than you can twist the tube of your lip gloss shut— really there was no point going through your extensive lip combo routine because you should've known jaemin would eat it all up

"my sweet sweet girl, do you think I could have a kiss?" jaemin likes to get extra affectionate in these moments, clinging to you with a smile that reaches his eyes, just to make sure there's no way you can say no

"but nana my lip gloss" you're always trying to make excuses, really it was just because lip products were starting to get expensive, but you don't mind blowing more money on them if it meant you'd have a love like jaemin

"hmm, I'll buy more for you, just give me a kiss pretty please?"

you only make one more attempt at stalling, you know better that you're not winning this battle

"but nana it'll get all over you"

he shrugs, so unbothered you swear you hear your heartbeat ring in your ears

"I like it like that"

jaemin loves the way you tenderly hold his face before you seal his lips in a kiss, when you pull away his lips are glittery and pink just like yours, but his smile seems to have grown ten fold

"you look so pretty nana, my princess" he nods

"your princess, all yours" before locking your lips against his once again

CHENLE-spiderman kisses:

chenle loves the movie, chenle loves you, to him it just made sense and the spiderman kiss has easily become his favourite way to greet you as he walked through the door.

most days chenle would find you seated on the couch, finishing up a project for work when he'd get home, his hand would wrap under your chin and slightly over your neck with ease, lips locking with yours momentarily

"I missed you" he'd whisper, every time as he pulled away from you, placing his things down to a side and slipping into the empty space beside you. his arm would find its rightful place resting over your shoulder before his lips would brush over yours again

"I missed you too"

the both of you would bask in the warm intimacy of the moment, something between you, only for you, that the both of you would secretly look forward to day in and day out

to chenle that was enough, that daily welcome home kiss was practically routine and it was a routine he'd grown used to, practically to the point where when he'd walk in and you weren't working away at a desk or on the sofa, anywhere he could easily guide your head backwards and press his lips to yours, the rest of his day would be ruined

dramatic, would be the best way to describe a kiss deprived chenle

JISUNG-hand kisses:

to jisung kisses are one of the truest levels of intimacy, they come with philosophical and ethical discussions and debates, prophesies of where the universe might be heading in ten years or why you shouldn't take things in life for granted

jisung liked to think, and he appreciated being able to share and discuss his thoughts with you, to him that seemed like one of the purest forms of love, being unashamed to share even the most wild and crazy theories with each other

he admired your passion, the way you'd get lost between your own thoughts, in your own world as you explained a concept to him, one of the many reasons jisung loved you, and in those moments a press of his lips to the knuckles of your hand, already intertwined with his, seemed perfect, like the cherry on top

"I think it's crazy how we don't realise so much of what goes on around us" you're sharing one of those moments of yours again, when you feel like you'd noticed something that made a big impact on your point of view in life and jisung can't help but let that gummy smile flash over his lips, his thumb rubbing up and down the outer surface of your hand

it's beautiful to him, how your legs are laying over his and how you rest your head against his chest and his fingers rake through your hair while you find yourselves in this moment, for a second jisung stops listening, or at least attentively so, trying to take in this fleeting moment of what he thought was the most important part of loving someone

"sung, you seem out of it?" you'd ask the question so concerned, despite a little guilt that he hadn't been able to listen to you, jisung would smile softly and shake his head

"just thinking about how lucky I am to have you"

and his hand would lift yours, quickly pressing a feathery kiss to your knuckles

"I love you" he'd say, a phrase he didn't say often, scared it would lose its meaning, but one he'd say just enough that you'd known how much you meant to him

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