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fairyofjaeyun · 2 years

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k j w ➳ chicken nuggets ☾

[10:36] now playing: only in my dreams - the marías

[warning] mommy kink, cg/l undertones, mentions of abuse, handjob, blowjob, mention of a panic attack, slightly little!jungwoo

2nd person // 2k words

[a/n] here’s an old jungwoo fic cause he’s been wrecking me so bad

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you huffed as you set down the heavy bag of dog food after feeding the last pet. you smiled at the little dachshund chowing down on his food, making a mess. you run your hand down his thin coat. "goodnight, scrappy. I'll see you tomorrow." he paid no attention to you because licking every last crumb was far more important. hence why you named him scrappy.

"hey, jennie!" you called out to your coworker. she peeked her head out the door. "yeah?" she answered, holding one of the baby kittens. "you think you could close up shop tonight? I'm exhausted." you groaned dramatically. "sure. I still have a couple of litter boxes to clean." she scrunched up her nose and you chuckled.

you gave her a farewell before grabbing your bag and heading out the shelters front entrance. you've been working there for about a year now. you may not get paid much but helping out animals always made you feel good about yourself. and the fact that it was only a 15 minute walk from your house made it extra convenient.

it was damp and chilly from the rain earlier. a slight, calm breeze flowed through your hair. however, the humidity still lingered in the air, making you feel gross and sticky.

after walking a couple of blocks, you heard a faint noise. at first, you thought you were just imagining things because it was so hushed and soft. as if the evening wind whispered in your ear. but as you kept walking, it progressively got louder, sending chills throughout your spine and your hand digging in your unorganized bag for your phone.

you still couldn't make out what it was, and being alone on the empty street made it even more eerie. you looked around until you noticed a small silhouette sitting against the wall of the antique store with their head buried in their knees. it looked like a boy.

you stared, a bit petrified, until you heard an identical noise come from the vulnerable figure. his upper body shaking. you slowly walked up to him, now recognizing the soft noise as sobs. "hey." you said gently. he picked his head up. the dull street lights were bright enough to show some of the feminine features of his face. his cheeks were red and his eyes were puffy from crying, his light brown hair covering his forehead.

then it clicked, he was one of the cashiers at the ice cream shop just a few doors down from the shelter. what was his name, again? johnny? jeno? "are you okay? what's wrong?" you kneeled down to his level, you saw nothing but despair reflecting from his bloodshot eyes.

you've only seen him a couple of times at the shop but he always looked so smiley, like nothing in the world could ever bring him down. it hurt to see him like this even though you never had a proper conversation with him.

he sniffled and rubbed his bare arms after feeling the cool wind. "t-they yelled a-t me." he hiccups. "who? who yelled at you?" you asked. he stared down at his aching legs, his jeans were drenched and sticking to his skin. "my mommy and h-her boyfriend, they h-hit me. I- c-can't go home, I-I'm s-so scared." more tears streamed down his face as his breath became short and unsteady.

you immediately put your hand on his shoulder to calm him. "hey, it's okay. deep breaths." you helped him gain control of his breathing before moving his hair away from his face. "if you want you could stay with me for the night." he looked at you with big, twinkling eyes. "really?" he asked with enthusiasm, like a kid who's just been told that he was going to disneyland.

even you were surprised by your offer. why the hell would you take home a grown man you don't even know? maybe it's because he wasn't his age mentally, he had the personality of a little kid. his voice was gentle and pure, he wore pastel colored clothing, and was extremely sensitive and easily trusted others. shit, he held your hand the whole way home.

you took out your house key, the boy’s fingers still intertwining with yours, then unlocked your front door, revealing your dark living room. after turning on the lights, you offered the young boy some food. "are you hungry? I don't have much since I haven't gone grocery shopping but you can help yourself to whatever you want."

"thank you, y/n/n." he gave you a quick hug, which caught you off guard. on the way home, you had introduced yourself and he called you by your nickname because he thought it was cute. and he had introduced himself as well; jungwoo. you knew it was with a j.

he looked through your cabinets and refrigerator before he gasped loudly, making you turn your head because you thought he was having another panic attack. "chicken nuggets!" he pulls out the big bag of frozen chicken nuggets from the freezer with a bright, toothy smile.

you put a hand on your chest in relief. "don't scare me like that." you said rather harshly. you immediately regret it when you saw his lip quiver into a pout. "I'm sorry." he whispered, focusing on his feet.

"nononono, its okay!" you shouted before he could start crying again and grabbed his hand. "I'm not mad at you." jungwoo studied your panicked expression, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. "are you sure? you're not gonna hit me, are you?"

that sentence instantly tugged at your heartstrings. "no, sweetie. I would never hurt you." jungwoo slowly raised his pinky, looking at you with big puppy eyes. "promise?"

you had to hold back some tears of your own. not just from sadness, but from anger as well. who the hell would lay a hand on him? sick fucking parents.

you flashed him a genuine smile, hooking your pinky with his. "I promise." he giggled and wrapped his arms around you, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. "thank you!"

you awkwardly pat his head. "you're welcome, kid." there was short moment of silence as he continued to nuzzle against you. "uhhhh, do you want me to make the chicken nuggets?" you said, feeling uncomfortable yet content at the same time. emotions are weird.

he nodded instantly before clapping his hands together. "yes, please!" he shouted but because his voice was so soft it wasn't much different from his normal tone. "ight. you want them in the microwave or oven?"

"Oven, please. I like em crispy." he then scurried off to your living room to go explore the new environment. you shook your head as you opened the bag of frozen nuggets that were less than halfway gone. all it took was a quick growl of your stomach for you to dump the rest of the bag onto a pan and put them into the oven.

after putting them in the oven and wiping the nugget crumbs off your hands, you went to go search for some dry clothes for jungwoo. you went into your closet and got your oversized sweatpants and a plain tee shirt before finding him sitting on the couch with a pout.

"jungwoo, what's wrong?" he made a small whimper before hesitantly glancing at you. "umm... I have a situation..." he mumbled softly before spreading his legs, showing off his erected member. you couldn't help but stare at it as it twitched underneath his soaked jeans. "are you mad at me?"

"uhhhh..." you cleared you throat. "n-no. you can—uhm— take care of it in your room, I guess?" it was more of a suggestion than an offer. because what the fuck are you supposed to do in this situation? "can you do it?" he whined, palming his bulge. shit! now what? if it was any other guy, even a close friend, you would've said “fuck no.” but the way he stared at you—practically begging with his eyes—it did something to you.

you mentally took a deep breathe and walked over to him, kneeling between his legs. "it hurts." he winced at the slightest touch. his tight jeans didn't make it any better. "how long have you been hard?" you asked out of curiosity because you don't recall him having boner when you met him a good one hour ago.

"ummm— I don't know. an hour?" you rubbed your temple and grumbled a low "of course" under your breath. jungwoo watched you contemplate your life choices, oblivious. "fuck it." you cursed out loud, and before you could change your mind, you palmed him roughly and he whimpered.

you started massaging his erection with you palm, going in small, circular motions as he arched his back. "y-yes! that feels so good~" he rotated his hips to gain more friction, letting out a painful moan. your core was on fire from the wonderful noises he was making. you slipped your hand down to your clothed clit and started rubbing it through your jeans.

"can you take my pants off, please?" he asked, cutely. you swiped your tongue across your lips as you swiftly unzipped his damp jeans and tossed them onto the floor. the pink heart decorated cotton he wore urged you to smile before locking your eyes on his cock that leaked through his boxers.

jungwoo winced when you tightly gripped his shaft and proceeded to pump him. "oh~ yes!" he moaned. his hand searched for yours and he intertwined your fingers together.

to ease his pain, you decided to take off his boxers and he practically screamed when his naked dick met your warm hand. "yes, mommy!" those words made you pause mentally. it made your stomach engulf in flames because of how angelic yet lewd he said it. it also made everything click into place—he was a submissive and his no good dom fucked him over.

something exploded inside of you: a whole mix of unexplainable emotions. "does mommy make you feel good?" you purred seductively, making jungwoo whimper and nod his head. "yes! you're so much better than my old mommy." you grabbed his chin and exposed his neck so you could sink your teeth into him. you left pretty purple marks all over him before hovering your lips over his ear and saying, "good."

your hot breath made him shiver. goosebumps trailed all over his body as you sucked on his earlobe and continued to jack him off. his member twitched in your hands as he balled his fists. "mommy, can I touch you? p-please?" he asked. his big, mesmerizing eyes pleading at you. you unattached your lips from his ear. "of course, baby." he grinned and placed his hands on your waist, slowly inching up towards your boobs.

he exhaled harshly when he cupped your breasts, loving how they fit perfectly in his hands. "you're so pretty, mommy." he beamed, continuing to play with your boobs. you couldn't resist a light chuckle, a faint blush surfacing on your face. "thank you, baby." you both locked eyes for a moment, admiring each other, before jungwoo lightly pushes down your head to collide with his lips.

it took you by surprise, but you eventually follow his rhythm in a sweet, passionate kiss. he moaned into your mouth a few times from the combination of you jerking him and your tongue exploring his mouth. although, he was the first one pull away. a short string of saliva still connected the two of you. "mommy, I'm gonna cum." you started moving your hand faster, making his hips buck. "cum for mommy, baby." He moaned lewdly before aching his back and cumming all over his stomach and your hands.

he was out of breath, his chest rose up and down in a rapid manner. "good boy." you praised, smearing his juices all over his stomach. "thank you, mommy." he showed off his toothy grin, innocent as ever. then suddenly a short ding came from the oven, letting you know that the nuggets will be done in less than a minute. "perfect timing." you chuckled.

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restlesswritings · 11 months

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Restlesswritings KPOP Masterlist

A/N: This is a list of the groups I write for! REQUESTS are always welcome! If you have groups/artists you'd like to request, go ahead! Check out my JPOP masterlist!

SEVENTEEN

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You surprise them on tour

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S.Coups (Choi Seungcheol)

Boyfriend POV

Jeonghan (Yoon Jeonghan)

Boyfriend POV

Joshua (Hong Jisoo)

Boyfriend POV

Jun (Wen Junhui)

Boyfriend POV

Hoshi (Kwon Soonyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Wonwoo (Jeon Wonwoo)

Boyfriend POV

Woozi (Lee Jihoon)

Boyfriend POV

DK (Lee Seokmin)

Boyfriend POV

Mingyu (Kim Mingyu)

Boyfriend POV

The8 (Xu Minghao)

Boyfriend POV

Seungkwan (Boo Seungkwan)

Boyfriend POV

Vernon (Choi Hansol)

Boyfriend POV

Dino (Lee Chan)

Boyfriend POV

ATEEZ

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Finding out your bias

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Hongjoong (Kim Hongjoong)

Boyfriend POV

Seonghwa (Park Seonghwa)

Boyfriend POV

Yunho (Jeong Yunho)

Boyfriend POV

Yeosang (Kang Yeosang)

Boyfriend POV

Mingi (Song Mingi)

Boyfriend POV

San (Choi San)

Boyfriend POV

Wooyoung (Jung Wooyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Jongho (Choi Jongho)

Boyfriend POV

NCT

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NCT 127: Wearing Their Clothes

NCT U

NCT DREAM

Wayv

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NCT 127

NCT U

NCT DREAM

Wayv

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Taeyong (Lee Taeyong)

Boyfriend POV Dad POV

Taeil (Moon Taeil)

Boyfriend POV

Johnny (John Suh)

Boyfriend POV

Yuta (Nakamoto Yuta)

Boyfriend POV Love Bites

Kun (Qian Kun)

Boyfriend POV

Doyoung (Kim Dongyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Ten (Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul)

Boyfriend POV

Jaehyun (Jeong Jaehyun)

Boyfriend POV

WinWin (Dong Si Cheng)

Boyfriend POV

Jungwoo (Kim Jungwoo)

Boyfriend POV

Mark (Mark Lee)

Boyfriend POV

Xiaojun (Xiao Dejun)

Boyfriend POV

Hendery (Wong Kunhang)

Boyfriend POV

Renjun (Huang Renjun)

Boyfriend POV

Jeno (Lee Jeno)

Boyfriend POV

Haechan (Lee Donghyuck)

Boyfriend POV

Jaemin (Na Jaemin)

Boyfriend POV

Yangyang (Liu Yangyang)

Boyfriend POV

Chenle (Zhong Chenle)

Boyfriend POV

Jisung (Park Jisung)

Boyfriend POV

CIX

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BX (Lee Byounggon)

Boyfriend POV

Seunghun (Kim Seunghun)

Boyfriend POV

Yonghee (Kim Yonghee)

Boyfriend POV

Jinyoung (Bae Jinyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Hyunsuk (Yoon Hyunsuk)

Boyfriend POV When The Hand Stops

VAV

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St. Van (Lee Geumhyuk)

Boyfriend POV

ACE (Jang Wooyoung)

Boyfriend POV

Ayno (Noh Yoonho)

Boyfriend POV

Jacob (Zhang Peng)

Boyfriend POV

Lou (Kim Hosung)

Boyfriend POV

Ziu (Park Heejun)

Boyfriend POV

UPCOMING GROUPS: (Requests open)

BTS STRAY KIDS GOT7 TAN RIIZE SHINEE TOMORROW X TOGETHER THE BOYZ MCND

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imrinana · 2 years

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how many takes kaya to

JAEHYUN'S KISSING SCENE IS SO WOW

my man's beating the soft kiss tradition for rookie actorz😭😭😭 JOO AH MOVE IT'S MY TURN

#where did he practice his kissing scene man #did he practice it with his significant other?!? but im here man #justkidding #he's such a great kisser #jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun smut #nct smut #jaehyun kissing scene #dear. m #dearm #chaminho #nct 127 #nct #nct dream #jaehyun x reader #nct icons #nct imagines #nctu

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sighingsiren-tales · 2 years

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You Knew Better (pt2) (Original post accidently deleted!)

S/o to the WONDERFUL human who let me know that it deleted!

I never meant to delete this series! If you guys can get the likes back to the 350+ it was before it deleted, I’ll post pt.3 by the end of this holiday weekend!

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“Huh, looks like it was fate that wanted us to talk” Jaehyun mumbles as you desperately push the help button on the elevator.

You turn around to face him only to find that his expression was one of absolute amusement.

“Oh, so this is a game to you?” You question harshly.

“Nope” He spoke smugly before taking a step forward.

“But it does give us an opportunity to talk”.

“I don’t want to talk Jaehyun, I want to get out of the fucking elevator” You deadpanned, causing him to chuckle slightly.

“Well, since you have nothing better to do other than wait on the fire department, why don’t you tell me exactly why you’re ignoring me?” He spoke, voice soft and sweet.

Rolling your eyes, you resist the urge to childishly stomp your foot in annoyance.

“Again, with this?” You ask exasperatedly.

“You’re like a dog with a bone” No sooner than the words left your mouth he chuckles, the sound emanating from deep in his chest.

“Trust me, you have no idea” He quips.

Your hope that he doesn't speak again is dashed within minutes.

“You still haven’t answered my question” He spoke again after a few moments of silence.

You gave him a slight glance over your shoulder before turning your attention back to the elevator’s help button.

“Is this because of high school?”

You give him a death glare in response. You don’t even bother to answer him, opting for fishing your phone out of your pocket and dialing Johnny instead. You place it to your ear, ignoring Jaehyun’s comments as you wait for the rings to subside.

“Helllloooo”

“Jay, I got stuck in a fucking elevator”.

“You’re kidding”.

Ignoring Jaehyun’s existence, you click the facetime call button and wait a mere 3 seconds before he answers. He looks around at your surroundings in awe first before looking at your face.

“And you’re alone?”.

“Of course not,” Jaehyun scoffs, leaning up against a corner of the elevator with a smug look on his face.

Johnny’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he began to mouth the words “Is that?”. You barely let him ask before nodding. He lets out a chuckle, running a hand through his hair before flopping onto his bed.

“Your life is a damn k-drama”.

You groan.

“Tell me about it”.

“Want me to come rescues you?”.

You scoff.

“Just call the damn fire department so I can get out of here”.

Johnny chuckles before promising you that he would do as you asked. You nod, saying your goodbyes before hanging up.

“Aww so sweet” Jaehyun comments

“Please shut up” You ask before scrolling through your phone in an attempt to block him out.

“Are you going to talk to me now?” He asks.

You sigh, forcing your eyes to stay glued to your screen.

“Are you going to stop pretending like we both don’t know how this ends?”

Your words hang in the air for a second.

“Oh? And how does it end?”.

A pause, and a bitter chuckle.

“You get your nut and I’m left alone. Been there done that and have to say, thanks but no thanks” You struggle to keep your voice level as you scroll past a cat video on Instagram.

You feel his fingers enclose around the upper part of your arm.

“It won’t be like that this time”.

You scoff at his words, shaking your head at his “vow”.

“I don’t know what is with you and Johnny lying to me when I know the truth” You counter.

Within seconds, Jaehyun’s hand was around the screen of your phone and the next thing you knew, your phone was up in the air, above his head as you were left looking at where it had once been. You sigh heavily before turning to face him, but the rage that assaulted you was more than enough to put a crack in the mask of calm, cool and collected that you had created. You jump for the phone only for Jaehyun to move it at the last second so that it was just beyond your reach. You huff as you reach for it again, not realizing how close you and Jaehyun were until his other hand snuck up to grab your chin and force your eyes to meet his. His gaze was stern, something you don’t normally see with him.

“Don’t ever compare Johnny and I”.

“If the shoe fits” You snort, crossing your arms over your chest.

Before you knew it, Jaehyun was directly in your face; Your arms drop.

“You think so, huh? So then” He leans closer, causing you to step back.

“Tell me”.

Another step forward. Another step back.

“Does he fuck like me?”

Don’t react.

“Does he remember to hold your hips in place when you’re about to cum?”

Don’t.

“Or” His finger twirled a single curl around.

“Can he dig you out like I can?”

You push back on his shoulders before he can finish speaking. Missing no opportunity, you lean down and grab the phone that had fallen from his hand when he stumbled backwards, thanking yourself for getting a case. Before you can even unlock it, he grabs it back.

“Jaehyun” You hiss.

He gives you no response and instead decides to tuck the phone into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. You huff, not caring that he had finally got some emotion from you seeing as you were too annoyed by this point.

“What is it? What is it about me that makes it so goddamned fun to fuck with? I’m pretty sure you have other girls just waiting outside your door, legs open and willing. So why me?” You ranted, your voice rising a bit the longer your sentence went on.

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to realize that I actually like you” He shot back, turning up his nose in annoyance.

You bark out a humorless laugh at his statement before offering a retort.

“Why? Why is it so hard for me to realize that? It’s you! It’s your goddamn fault!”.

“That was years ago. In high school-”

“And college, freshman and sophomore year” You chime in, causing him to purse his lips and pause before continuing.

“I was a stupid kid. I didn’t know any better and it was a mistake” He counters, taking a step forward.

“A stupid kid? You fucked me over again just a few months ago!” You exclaim, to which he was absolutely silent.

“I’m not about to be the bitch that gets played for a twelfth time. I’d rather save the shattered remains of my pride and myself from looking stupid yet again because of you” You continue, your words coming out harshly.

He says nothing but you could see his jaw clench clearly.

“Now” You spoke, straightening your clothing and leveling your gaze with his.

“Give. Me. My. God. Damn. Phone”.

Jaehyun made no moves to look away from you, his gaze holding up under the intensity of your own.

“Make me”.

The next few seconds were a quick succession of movements. He rushes forwards, his hands cradling your face rather roughly as his fingertips nip the nape of your neck. He pulls you towards him with a strength you didn’t know he possessed, his lips finding yours easily and kissing you roughly. You find yourself enjoying the intensity of the kiss which was no doubt a result of the intense emotion and thick sexual tension. You let your fingertips grip the collar of his shirt, pulling him down rather roughly as you nipped at his lip.

Fuck his shirt, you think as you tug on it.

I hope it rips.

His kiss becomes bruising, his lips never allowing a breath to come out of yours as he kisses you over and over and over again. His fingers tighten around the expanse of your neck, then relax and you feel an inaudible gasp leave your lips at the feel of it. In a matter of seconds, you snap yourself back into reality, breaking the kiss and moving over to a different corner of the elevator.

It is silent; Dead silence, save for the harsh pants coming from you both.

It takes a few moments before he speaks again.

“Why?” His question fades into nothingness.

You let out a shuddering breath, looking over at him quickly before shaking your head.

“I should be asking you that” You retort.

Sighing, you take off your heels and slide down to sit on the floor of the elevator; You’re tired of standing.

“Why can’t you just listen to me?” He asks quietly before joining you on the floor.

“Why do you have a problem with commitment?” you snap back which, as you expected, results in silence.

“Have you ever thought that maybe I just don’t want to commit to you?” He asked, his tone inquisitive although his words stung a bit.

You let out a bitter chuckle before looking over at him.

“You know, I’ve thought about that. I thought that maybe it was just me” You pause in order to turn and face him fully, mainly so you could see his reaction.

“Then I remind myself of every single time that you’ve come back to me, from high school till now. And I wonder” You pause to make eye contact with him.

“What is it about me that you can’t stay away from but can’t stay with?”.

The sentence lingers in the air and Jaehyun offers nothing to refute that. You scoff before looking at your phone, scrolling through random posts before his voice breaks the silence.

“I was stupid back then; immature and impressionable. I’m sorry” His voice was soft and, for once, not argumentative.

You were rendered speechless; What could you say to that?

Was it genuine?

Was it another ploy?

Did you really want to waste time figuring it out? What would happen if he was serious? Did he mean it?

“But” his voice cuts through your thoughts.

“What happened at the company retreat was different. It wasn’t just another one-night stand”.

Pulling your lip balm out your pocket, you huff. His response was definitely disappointing.

“Could’ve fooled me” you mutter bitterly.

“Maybe when you accept the fact that I’m not trying to fool you, this would work”.

You give a humorless chuckle.

“Look at your track record and tell me I wouldn’t be stupid for trusting you again” You spoke, daring him to challenge you.

He chews on his lip quietly, not bothering to offer a response.

You scoff for the umpteenth time.

“Why am I entertaining this?” You mutter more to yourself than to Jaehyun.

You threw your lip balm back into your purse rather bitterly as the smallest hope that Jaehyun could’ve actually been taking you seriously dissolved into disappointment. The second that you looked up from your bag, there was Jaehyun.

Right in front of you, with his hands on the slope of your neck pulling you to meet his lips. You want to resist but, will you? Shit, can you?

Why do you keep doing this dance knowing how it ends and know that your heart will end up on the cutting room floor?

Your resolve isn’t hardened by the time your mouth opens up underneath. He kisses you in a way that he has never kissed you before; He moves his lips softly and unhurriedly, as if he was savoring the moment. The way his hands cradled your neck and jawline was almost tender and you were finding it more and more difficult to breathe as his lips met yours again and again and again. You let your hand rise and fall so many times, the desire to touch him, combating with your hurt fiercely. You clench them into fists at your sides for a moment before he readjusts his hands, letting one cradle your jawline as the other wraps around your waist.

Fuck it.

You let your hands clutch at the sides of his shirt tightly, finally kissing him back as you grip at his suit jacket; Anything higher or more intimate and you ran the risk of not being able to stop yourself.

Jaehyun broke the kiss, brushing a few stray curls away from your face as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“You can’t tell me there wasn’t any emotion in that”

You couldn’t even respond; Your own feelings and thoughts were working a mile a minute whilst your words were currently on lunch break.

As if the universe decided enough was enough, you feel the elevator shake slightly. That shake was more than enough to cause you two to break apart. You push away from him quickly although your eyes are fixated on the swollen pink plane of his lips. You touch a thumb to your own briefly before fixing your clothes. Clearing your throat, you both stand in an awkward silence until it came time for the elevator to finally descend, the fire department being the welcome committee as the doors opened. You bow to them deeply, thanking them for their help. After answering a few brief questions and reassuring the paramedics that you were fine, you were pulled into a hug and the scent of the person trapping you? Unmistakable Johnny. You let out a chuckle as you gladly hug him back, wrapping your arms around his midsection.

“You okay princess?” He whispers to which you nod and pull him closer.

When you pull away from the hug, Johnny palms frame your face, and he gives you a quick kiss on the lips. It was short and sweet, barely there. But, for some reason, it still causes you to feel terrible. Should you though? You and Jaehyun weren’t together and never were.

But then again neither were you and Johnny. You could feel eyes watching you, a specific pair. You know immediately who it is but refuse to turn around. Instead, you smile at the worried look in Johnny’s eyes.

“Worried about me?” You tease before he pulls you in by wrapping a single arm around your waist.

“Of course,” he spoke, pulling you to his side.

For a split second you look up and Jaehyun’s eyes connect with yours immediately; You can see his eyes search yours for a split second before that concern was masked. He simply straightens his suit jacket and gives a quick wink before turning his attention back to the fire department.

“Wanna head home now?” Johnny asked quietly.

“Yours or mine?” You asked, a bit distractedly.

“Mine” He pulled you a bit closer as you walked towards the exit.

The thought didn’t fill you with excitement the way it normally did, and you shook your head ‘no’. He seemed confused, immediately stopping and turning around to face you fully. He lifted your face up, moving it from side to side as if he was inspecting you.

“Are you okay, honestly?” He asked, concern quite evident in his voice.

You nod once.

“I just need to be in my own bed right now” You mumbled, fumbling around in your purse for your keys.

The kiss was finally taking effect. Johnny looked like he was mulling something over in that melon of his, looking you over once, then twice before nodding curtly.

“Let me know if you need anything?” He phrased it like a question, but you knew it was a silent command.

Nodding, you decide to make polite small talk, as well as crack a few jokes, as you and Johnny make your way to your car. The drive to drop him off was pretty funny although all together uneventful and, when you finally drop off the aforementioned man to his doorstep, you let out a huge sigh of relief.

It was good to know you were finally alone with your thoughts and, no matter how hard you tried, your thoughts kept drifting back to Jaehyun. What he had said in the elevator, how he had kissed you, how he looked at you. The nagging thought that it wasn’t just him wanting to get his dick wet was a bit alarming as well as foreign and you were still trying to decide if it was a good change or not. What caused that change for that matter? Those thoughts followed you from your car to your front door to your couch where you plopped down unceremoniously. You huff at the day you had before slightly scolding yourself. Why is it that Jaehyun could just say some words, and, like that, you were hooked once more? Why did you give him such power when you knew he wasn’t worthy of it? He didn’t care and you know he didn’t so why was this even a conversation that you were having with yourself? Some part of you hoped that, like in the movies, Jaehyun would show up at your door, professing his true love for you and telling you that you were all he wanted. But, as an hour stretched on into two, there was no Jaehyun and no movie worthy speech. So, you did as anyone else would and continued the remainder of your night, showering extra-long and getting yourself ready for bed. By the time 10 o'clock rolled around, you were setting your tea by your bedside, and pulling back the blanket to get underneath when your phone rang. Glancing at the number, which was unrecognizable to you, you picked up the phone.

“Hello?”.

“Fuck, you even sound pretty over the phone”.

Even through the slurred words, you could tell it was Jaehyun calling you.

You sigh heavily although a part of you wondered if you would get your happily ever after, after all.

“Jaehyun, why have you been drinking? and who’s phone are you calling me from?”.

“I borrowed it. It’s Taeyong’s phone. I miss you. I keep thinking about the elevator in you-I mean, you in the elevator and I-”.

“Jaehyun stop” you cut him off right there; You had to.

You had been thinking about precisely what he was about to tell you since it happened, and you really didn’t need to think about it more.

“Can I come stay with you for tonight? I promise I won’t be loud, and I won't be annoying. It’s just, your house is so close to where I am, and your house has something mine doesn’t” He slurred.

You pursed your lips together.

“Yeah? What’s that?”.

“You”.

That answer had your stomach flipping around constantly as you wondered what to say, though you hoped that would be his answer.

“So quiet. Are you thinking?”.

“Jaehyun”.

“My love?”.

“Kindly stay the fuck out of my head”.

You heard him giggle adorably to which you find a sliver of a smile making its way onto your lips.

“Hey, if I can’t be in your head can I be in your bed?”.

Moment ruined. Way to go Jaehyun.

“No” You maintained.

“Why not? I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to be around you until I sleep, and plus, I don’t want to be alone right now”.

“Jaehyun, that’s not my problem-”

“Kitten. Please”.

Silence.

Dead silence.

You hadn’t heard anyone call you that name since High school sophomore year. Come to think of it, that was actually how you were introduced to Jaehyun. Your best friend at the time, Ten, had given you the nickname and introduced you to him as such, in lieu of your real name. It was a nickname that held a special place in your heart. Your resolve weakened almost immediately.

“Please just don’t say no to me right now. I can’t go home like this. Please”.

You huffed once more, flipping the blanket up in frustration as you told him what he so desperately wanted to hear: that he could stay with you, given he goes home in the morning.

“Thank you so much”.

Brushing off his drunken thank you, you told him your address, staying on the phone with him as his uber came, per his wishes, while you made his makeshift bed on the couch. You placed two pillows on the couch, with a thick blanket and set up 2 Advil's and an ice-cold glass of water that you knew he would need in the morning.

“You’re so beautiful. Like, your face is so pretty and then your body is pretty too. But in different ways”.

You rolled your eyes, a slight chuckle actually escaping you.

“You’re just a drunken goddamn mess, aren’t you?”.

He goes on: “I think I could kiss you all day if you’d let me. Then fuck you all night, again, if you’d let me”

He rambled on as you found some sweatpants your brother left here that you wore from time to time. By the time you were done setting up, Jaehyun was singing that he was “5 minutes away”.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”.

Good grief.

“Go ahead”.

“Who was your first love?”.

You froze.

You were not expecting that question.

“Another time Jaehyun” You promised, hoping that you wouldn’t have to keep it he started to ramble drunkenly again.

It was only a matter of minutes before Jaehyun was ringing the doorbell like a maniac, unlike a sane person who would have just announced their presence over the phone. You rolled your eyes at his eagerness and, although some part of you loved it, you knew it was just because he was drunk. You walk over to the door just the slightest bit irritated. Throwing it open, you sassed “Yes, wake up my whole goddamn neighborhood”.

It took you a few moments before you registered what Jaehyun was wearing: a simple black button up which conveniently had the first few missing and black distressed jeans. You looked him over once more before your gaze went up to his face, to which he smiled. Not boyishly though, seductively. You moved aside so he could step in and, when he did, you closed and locked the door behind him. Before he could speak, you did.

“Go shower. You need to sober up” you commanded.

To which he gave a mock salute.

“Yes ma’am”.

You direct him to the bathroom telling him where everything is before taking his clothes from him through a crack in the bathroom door so that you could wash them for him to wear tomorrow. All the while, you contemplated just why the fuck you were doing this. What drew you in so much and why? You sat there contemplating before your mind wandered over the nickname, he had called you. It took you back, way back.

“Ten!” you shrieked as he bought you over to meet some of his older and attractive friends.

“It’ll be fine, stop worrying” Ten brushed off your slight anxiety.

You knew who his friends were, there were the popular, attractive older kids who didn’t seem to have a flaw on them. By the time you got 2 fingers of his off your wrist, you were already at the lunch table.

“Ayo Ten!” You looked over just in time to see someone clap Ten on the shoulder, smiling at him brightly before his gaze shifted over to you.

You felt your eyes widen as your heart rate sped up ever so slightly. You were young; You didn’t come into your own yet and you were not that confident in yourself as of yet, so seeing a boy who was so breathtakingly handsome stunned you into silence.

“Oh, right, this is-” Ten paused to look back at you.

Taking one look at your form, he rolled his eyes and tapped your chin.

“Close your mouth Kitten”.

Taking yourself from your embarrassing state, you hit Ten on the shoulder.

“Fuck you” You mumbled.

The handsome boy approached you holding out his hand with a bright smile.

“Nice to meet you Kitten, I’m Jaehyun” You were about to reach out and take his hand before you realized what he called you.

“My names’ not a kitten” you mumble, causing both of them to laugh.

“I’m done” you heard a voice whisper in your ear, completely taking you from your memory and causing you to shriek slightly.

Spinning around, you found that you were now trapped between your washing machine and a wet Jaehyun.

“Jaehyun-” You barely got his name out before he cut you off.

“That’s not how I want you to say my name” He whispered in your ear.

His hands come down to rest on either side of you, atop the washing machine.

He didn’t touch you, but he let his head hang a bit lower.

“I want you to say my name the way I know you say Johnny’s” His own statement seemed to irritate him as he made a “tch” sound.

“Johnny” He hissed.

“Jaehyun, it’s late. Do you have to play with me right now?” You asked, utterly exhausted.

In an instant, he pulled you against him, eliminating any and all space between your bodies.

“I’m not playing with you”.

“Jaehyun. Let go, I’m tired” You were not in the mood for his mind games.

“No”.

He pulled away from the hug, lifting you unceremoniously and sitting you atop the washer so that he could look you in your eyes.

“What do I have to do to get you to believe that I’m serious about how I feel about you?”.

Startled by his words it took you a minute for you to actually think about it. The look in his eyes was unlike one that you had ever seen from him before and while you knew there was liquor in his system, the part of you that wanted to believe him was strong. However, as you said before, you were not about to be the bitch that got played for the umpteenth time. You needed something that would bother both you and him to prove he was serious.

“Sleep on the couch. All night. Don’t touch me, don’t come into my room until I wake up” You dictated, the words out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Sighing, the man in front of you nodded before backing away from you. Before you could get off the washer though, he spoke up, his voice quiet and hesitant.

“I... I know I’m still a little drunk and I promise to honor what you want but can I…”

He’s quiet. You refuse to meet his eyes, busying yourself with the tiling of the floor.

“Could I kiss you?”.

You looked up from the floor to his face; The absolute innocent and pleading look in his eye was something he couldn’t fake, or so you’d like to believe. Letting out a small sigh, you hop down from atop the washing machine and walk over to where he stood, letting your hands frame his face. You pause, watching his eyes for any sly glint. You find none.

His fingers wrap around your wrists, keeping your hands where they were.

You lean in, and so does he.

The kiss was soft and somehow familiar, his lips meeting yours again and again as his hands slowly made their way to rest where they may; One on your lower back and the other on your hip. You tiptoed to continue the kiss, letting the last few seconds linger for a bit longer before you broke it. When you came down from your tiptoes, Jaehyun took your face in his hands and kissed you once more, deeply but only for a moment. The short encounter left you shell shocked.

“I’m sorry. You’re just… so pretty” Jaehyun spoke sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

You nodded, clearing your throat before walking out from the washing room and into the living room, wordlessly showing him your couch. You watch as he walks over to it, quietly might you add, before heading over to your bedroom. You stop yourself at the door, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply before speaking.

“Goodnight Jaehyun”.

“Sleep well Kitten”.

It was only when you closed the door that you remembered why that kiss felt so familiar; That’s how Jaehyun had kissed you on the night of the company retreat.

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todayisreveluv · 2 years

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Jung Jaehyun

Forever yours;❤️💛💚

1; You overhear Mark and Jaehyuns conversation which leads you to leave him... but there’s just one tiny little thing..You’re pregnant.

2; After you leave Jaehyun you meet someone new, but little did you know Jaehyun was searching for you

3; Jaehyun finally has you back.

4; Living with Jaehyun.

Oneshots;

Desperate Bitch; ❤️

Jealous;❤️

Jaehyun eating you out ; ❤️

Ex- Husband series;

#jaehyunsmuts #jung jaehyun #nct jaehyun #jaehyun #nct #nct 127 smut #NCTU

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elliesuh · 1 year

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♡Elle's Masterlist♡

(M) These works contain mature themes and contents. Minors do NOT interact.

Works below the cut♡

Enjoy reading!

All of my content contains mature themes including violence, strong language and smut, please do not go further if you are sensitive to those subjects. ♡

(Ongoing works, Series, and Completed will be marked as so)

NCT 127 »

Leverage

» Johnny and Jaehyun gang AU

You can't help yourself when it comes to your husbands best friend, Jaehyun, and there's a price to pay.

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fairyofjaeyun · 2 years

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you ask them to wear a maid dress ☾

[16:06] now playing: tek it - cafuné

[a/n] I know the maid dress hype has died down but I’m not over it ok

—doyoung ✩

he’s gonna look at you like you’ve gone mad. it’ll definitely be something that he thinks about, if he doesn’t cringe about it that is. but ultimately he’ll do it because he “loves you.” his words. once he slips it on and finally gets the courage to show you he’s already pouting. “there. are you happy now? wait what are you doing?” he’s taken aback as you walk up to him and push him down to his knees. then you shove a black ball gag into his mouth, muffling the rest of his words. “oh you just look so cute!” you exclaim, pulling up your camera on your phone. the sudden flash makes doyoung squint and his cheeks flare up. before he could protest you push your foot against his crotch, making him yelp, then the flash comes back on and stays. he’s embarrassed to look up as you rub your foot on his hardening bulge and drool starts to pool out of his lips. “what would johnny say if he saw this?” you tease and you were not expecting the small moan against the gag. “oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? should I call him then?”

—xiaojun ✩

he’ll try to seem hesitant about it, but on the inside he’s jumping for joy. He chooses the classic black and white dress with a heart shaped apron and makes a whole day out of it by cleaning the house and being a perfect maid for you. the dress was able to (unfortunately) cover his lace panties but when he bent over to pick up laundry or rearrange the books on the coffee table, the skirt would lift up just enough to tease you with his thighs, just a couple centimeters short of having his ass on display. “I’m all done, miss.” he tells you, making you lift your eyes away from the book you were trying to read without sneaking glances at your pretty boyfriend. “good job, my pretty maid!” you praise him and his smile and an adorable blush instantly lights up his face. you then stand up and wrap you arms around his tiny waist, sneaking and resting your hands on his ass. “I think you deserve a reward for all of your hard work.”

—jungwoo ✩

the start of the himbofication of jungwoo. similar to xiaojun, he’d want to role play being your personal maid, but instead of doing an excellent job, he’ll mess up and pout at you. “I’m sorry, mommy. I’m trying my best.” however, that’s not an invitation to go easy on him. Pull on his pink hair if he’s taking too long and slap his ass whenever the pink dress lifts (which is often). “I’m not paying you to do such a shitty job. maybe I’ll get my moneys worth if you let me use that pretty body of yours.” jungwoo can’t help but whine and let you undress him so you can use him like your own personal toy.

—mark ✩

has a “I beg your pardon? 🤨” look on his face but only after he does his signature “wHAT??!?” he definitely wouldn’t give a clear answer at first but he’ll still find himself slipping into the black and white frilly dress and stockings with the cat ears being the icing on the cake. the first thing you’ll probably hear from the bathroom is mark busting out laughing at how ridiculous he think he looks and him whining about if he has to show you. he’ll eventually open the door and step out to reveal just how adorable he looked. he’d be too giggly for it to go sexual but you’ll definitely get a couple cute pictures for your hidden folder.

—shotaro ✩

he’d be so shy and giggly in the black and white costume. his pretty eyes crinkling into little crescents as you shower him with compliments. his long, muscular legs, and thicc ass made the dress way shorter than what it was supposed to be and if he lifted his arms or bent over you could see all of the white panties that struggled to cover him up. he just looked so beautiful that you couldn’t help sneaking your arms around his waist and to start kissing him. at first it’s sweet and wholesome, until your lips trail down to his sensitive neck. he shudders as you began licking, sucking, and biting all his sweet spots. “mommy, please.” he moans, throwing his head back. “please what, hm?” you ask against his neck, your breath tickling him. “please fuck me, mommy. it hurts.”

—jaemin ✩

you don’t have to ask him twice, he’s putting it on asap. he’s another one I think would prefer the pink and white theme over the classic black and white. I also see him buying some cute pink mary jane style shoes with cute white frilly socks; and he’ll even buy the tiktok bunny hat to go with it too. “look at my pretty bunny!” you coo as he fondles with the poofy skirt, his rabbit teeth peeking out from his shiny, plump lips that were coated with tinted vaseline. “thank you, mama.” he’d definitely want to serve you, but not by cleaning ;))

—yangyang ✩

it was part of his punishment. he kept pushing you to see just how far you would go, how hard you would snap, and this is the result: you making him clean the house top to bottom in a skimpy maid outfit. but you weren’t going to make it easy for him. you gave him an earful if he missed even a tiny spot or if something was out of place, and if things were going too smoothly, you’d purposely knock over the magazines on the coffee table or the decorative pillows on the couch, ordering him to pick them up. “are you serious?!” he’d shout the first time while bending down to pick up the scattered magazines. “is that how you talk to your master?” you asked him in a tone that convinced him not to challenge you. And just as he thought you didn’t have anymore tricks up your sleeve, he felt your strong hands grip his hips while he was bent over inside the dryer, trying to get the last few things that were pushed towards the back. “mommy!” he gasped, feeling the bottom of dress bunch up towards his back to reveal the jeweled plug that was stuffed inside his ass beneath the black fishnets that hugged his skinny legs. he knew you were nowhere near done torturing him.

—haechan ✩

oh, he’ll wear it, but it’s gonna cost you. what’s the cost, you ask? well that depends on how devilish he’s feeling that day. it may be something as simple as an extra long cuddle sesh or a huge date full of activities he enjoys because he’s extra like that. either way, it’s no surprise that he’s bratty. his hands palm his crotch over the pink skirt no matter how many times you swat them away and the plug you made him wear was tossed away in a random corner not even 15 minutes into the roleplay. “masterrr~” he whines and pouts halfway into putting away your clothes. “can you just fuck me already?” in any other circumstance, you’d say “absolutely not” but after seeing him in that pretty pink dress with his legs exposed and no underwear on, you couldn’t control the urge to slam him down on your bed and fuck him until he was dick drunk and his moans turned into those pretty, girlish whimpers.

#sub!nct #sub!nctu #sub!doyoung #sub!jungwoo #sub!yangyang #sub!xiaojun #sub!mark #sub!haechan #sub!shotaro #sub!jaemin #sub!idol #sub!kpop #dom!reader #dom!fem!reader #nct smut #nct reactions

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gm--requests · 2 years

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The Curious Owner - Soft Dom! Renjun

g e n r e - s m u t. fluffy ending

o r i g i n a l c o n t e n t - i did write this

w o r d s - 6,689

a / n - y’all i don’t even know... please don’t ask where this came from. i’m just writing at this point akjsdfhlas anyways this is written with a plus-size reader in mind. anyone, of course, can read it, and i highly encourage it because i worked hard on this piece, but there needs to be a common understanding that there will be no dramatic throwing of anyone through a wall or anything lmao. like the plus-size community is hella underrated and i hope that i do all my babies justice. also please do not engage in unprotected sex unless you are in a long term relationship with a trustworthy partner. that being said please enjoy sex as much as you want with the use of aforementioned protection!

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Renjun had always loved animals, found them interesting and unique. For as long as he could remember he’d been studying them, their diets, sleep cycles, mating habits. He even invented his own animals, filling sketchbook upon sketchbook with wild creatures, birds who fed on dreams and snakes that had the characteristics of your average inchworm, but none of that prepared him for the shift.

Nothing prepared him for the integrations of hybrids into everyone’s everyday life. Sure they were rare, few found far and in between, used solely for what he considered borderline slavery purposes, but they existed nonetheless. Everyone who was anyone was found with a hybrid on their arm. Male, female, and nonbinary alike, dressed as a servant would be and ever bending to the will of their “master.”

Even as an idol, he couldn’t afford one, but a guy could dream. Renjun didn’t want one for servial purposes, he wanted one to talk to, get to know, study… in a non-creepy way of course. He never shut up about them, often talking the other member’s heads off, mentioning all the interesting and wonderful things they could do, all the fascinating details, and then finally it happened.

On his 21st birthday he was awoken by loud whispers and shuffling, opening his door to find you, knelt in front of it. Tail swishing back and forth, a red bow on your head. Jeno and Chenle stood behind you, content grins on their faces as Renjun’s eyes widened and flicked rapidly from you to his group mates.

“Well,” Chenle said smugly, “She’s all yours buddy.”

Jeno stepped around you, patting Renjun on the back too hard, “She doesn’t have a name yet, but we figured that’s all part of the fun. She’s apparently real well behaved,” Jeno’s large hand squeezed Renjun’s shoulder suggestively, “and we spent a fortune on her so take good care of’er.”

Jaemin’s voice carried down the hall, “We were tired of hearing you talk about how badly you wanted one.”

Renjun’s face lit up red, his eyes now focused on you, taking in your features. You were cute, face round and chubby, your ears twitching under his gaze, long fluffy tail tapping against the ground anxiously. Really, he thinks you might be the cutest hybrid he’d ever seen, but maybe that was just because of the swell of prideful ownership that was already bubbling up in his chest. It’s embarrassing how quickly it happened, the way he couldn’t help but grin stupidly and flush at the thought.

“You’re looking at her like she’s a piece of meat Renjun, geez,” Chenle teased, making Renjun’s face grow even more red. He hadn’t realized he was staring so oddly.

Jeno jokes along, “Maybe that predatory gaze is our cue to leave them alone for now.” Renjun’s blush spread up his neck and to the tips of his ears.

As Jeno and Chenle head back towards the living room, Jisung yells down the hall, “Please don’t do anything weird in our room! And keep her off my bed!”

The boys all chuckled and then it was just the two of you, alone, in front of Renjun’s door. You remained kneeling, tilting your head upwards to make eye contact with him. He tenses as you scoot towards him and rub up against his body, a small purr rumbling through your throat. Instantly his face catches on fire again as he looks down and watches you. After a second he realizes he has all but stopped breathing and clears his throat.

“Uhm,” he swallows hard, you stop scenting him to once again meet his eyes, “I am Huang Renjun, I’ll be,” his face somehow darkens in hue as you stare up at him, happy and expectant, “I’ll be your new- uh your new master.”

You grin widely, purring a little louder. When your tail comes and brushes up against his sweatpant clad leg he thinks he’s going to pass out, that is until a loud voice carries down the hallway and reminds him of who and where he is.

“I can’t believe I had to hear you say that!” Haechan teases from the living room, followed by a chorus of dramatic squeals and laughs. Renjun opens his mouth to respond, but Mark’s voice cuts him off, “You really are a freak,” Mark laughs.

“That’s rich coming from you,” Renjun says back, just loud enough for them to hear the embarrassed agitation in his voice.

His tone shift is enough to have your eyes widening a bit and your tail retracting, falling across your lap, you look at him worriedly, but he doesn’t meet your eyes. His next words are quieter, meant only for your ears, “C’mon let me show you the room.”

You shuffle to your feet quickly, grateful to be able to stretch your legs out once again, the cramp in your knees subsiding gradually as you pad into the room behind him. Once inside you stand in the middle of the floor, hands clasped in front of your plush form, tail swishing behind you. Renjun closes the door and turns to you, almost melting at the sight.

All of the thoughts in his head are sporadic and he doesn’t really know where to begin. He spent so long wanting a hybrid and learning all the random knowledge, that he hadn’t yet taken the time to learn the basics of actually caring for one.

One of his hands comes up to scratch at the back of his neck as he looks anywhere but at you. His other hand gestures towards the right side of the room, “Everything, uh, over here is mine. Until I can uhm, figure- figure something out you’ll be sharing a bed with me, and,” you cut him off by stepping closer to him. Renjun looks at you in surprised confusion as you reach your hands out and grab his outstretched arm. Carefully you bring it up and place it on your head and nuzzle against it softly.

“Oh,” he exclaims softly before continuing to pet you on his own. His large hand rubbing the top of your head, before bringing his hand down, hesitantly cupping your face. This time when you grin at him, pretty teeth showing, fangs glistening, he grins back. It’s a soft smile, but it is genuine and makes you nuzzle against him more forcefully. Despite himself he chuckles lightly, “You are a lovey cat huh?”

His hand leaves your face and comes back up to your head, fingers tracing and pulling at your ears. Your eyes widen and you look up at him in shock, your breathing getting a little heavier. Renjun’s hands move nonchalantly. In his mind he is examining you, trying to decide which breed of cat he thinks you are, but for you it is a bit more than that. Your ears were never really touched by anyone other than the breeder who trained you, and if they were it was never with such force. He didn’t realise what he was doing to you.

In all honesty, he was more comfortable like this, being analytical, it was nowhere near his thought process to contemplate how you were feeling about anything, which was evident by the way his hand unabashedly reached around your chubby body and grabbed at the base of your tail. Renjun stared at the appendage quizzically, off-handed comments falling from his lips as he examined your fur.

Without thinking he grabbed too harshly at the base of your tail and you latched onto his shoulders as you lurched forwards, claws poking into him enough to make him inhale sharply with the pain of it.

Instantly the man's hands were off of you and apologies were flooding your ears, “I’m so sorry, I just- I got caught up, I forgot. Shit, I didn’t mean to do that, I was too rough wasn’t I,” he shoved hands into his sweatpant pockets and then he only began to panic further, “You probably think I’m a creep now, and- and I haven’t even given you a name yet!” He exclaims.

You shake your head furiously, retracting your claws carefully and letting them come to grab nervously at your tail as it wrapped in front of you, “I’m sorry master,” you mumble and he chokes on his spit, “I just wasn’t ready, please forgive me, I will be better behaved. Please don’t punish me. I will stay still this time.”

Renjun’s eyebrows furrow, “Punish you? Why would I-” he stops himself. Taking a deep breath he walks over to his desk chair and takes a seat before gesturing to the bed, “Uhm could- would you like to sit?”

You nod chastely and scurry over to his bed taking a seat on the edge.

“So, before we uh, talk or,” his eyes avoid your own, “get to know one another, I should probably give you a name.”

You look at him expectantly, wide eyes gleaming in excitement. When he looks back at you he huffs out a chuckle, “you really are more like a puppy than a kitten, y’know that?” You pout, Renjun smiles softly, staring at you in thought.

“I think I’ll call you y/n! Do you like it? I think it’s quite pretty.”

You nod quickly, never having been given a name before, it makes you feel special and already that much closer to the boy sitting in front of you.

His grin widens, “I’m glad,” he turns in his chair and grabs a leather bound notebook and a pencil, “now y/n, I have some questions to ask you and some tests, to uh,” he pauses trying to think of something less weird and more inviting than admitting that he took more of an interest in the mechanics of your function than how you were feeling emotionally, “run so I can get to know you better physically and mentally.”

Your eyes bore into his and you nodded shyly.

“Stand up for me,” he said, his voice taking back the same tone as his hushed murmurs from before, “I won’t hurt you so trust me, okay? If you don’t like anything or become uncomfortable let me know?”

Renjun’s glee was indescribable as he opened and closed drawers to grab tools and took notes of everything he could. His hands brushed across your body, grabbing gently at your tail, ears, and plush body as he took your height and measured the different parts of you.

Every once in a while he’d ask if you were okay or uncomfortable, you’d never tell him if you were, but you were happy to be able to say you were okay with honesty. He’d just nod and continue. For about an hour and a half he examined your body, took notes, and eventually you let out a tiny yawn, but even though you tried to hide it he noticed.

“Tired, y/n?” He asked, his hand coming to pat your head.

You nuzzled gently against it, “Yes master, I’m sorry.”

Once again his cheeks darkened and eyebrows furrowed, “You don’t need to be sorry for being tired, I’m sure it’s been a long day for you,” he walked away to set his things back down on the desk, “and uh, you don’t need to call me master.”

You bowed your head a bit, “I’m sorry, would you rather be called Sir or Daddy?”

Renjun almost collapsed onto the floor, his hand finding a white knuckled grip on the desk. He didn’t know who raised you and for what purpose you were taught these things, but whoever it was must have had it out for him.

“Uhm, you-” he takes a deep breath, turning to you with an awkward smile, “you can just call me Renjun.”

Your eyes drop to the floor, a small frown runs across your lips before you look back up at him and put on the best smile you can manage, “Of course, whatever you’d prefer Mr. Renjun!”

You try to hide the worry in your eyes. Your previous caretaker had told you that if you were ever told to call the person who’d come to own you, by their name behind closed doors you were doing something wrong and though you didn’t think you’d made any mistakes you couldn’t help but wonder if it was something you had said or done.

Maybe it is because I pulled away earlier.

Renjun watches as the flick of your tail slows down and your eyes sparkle a bit less. He knows he hurt your feelings, but he was doing this for your own good. He wanted you to come to function as your own person without the need for his constant approval. Renjun didn’t want to own you in the way that he’d seen or read about from others. He wasn’t someone in need of such a high title, he was barely a caregiver. He had just gotten you after all! Renjun wanted you for study and for company, not for ownership or a plaything, surely you’d come to understand that.

“You should uh, go to bed soon. I have late practice and don’t want you to stay up waiting for me to return.”

This was another shot to your confidence, maybe you really had messed up. So much so to the point that he didn’t even wanna see your face when he returned!

“You can sleep in my bed while I’m at practice and I will figure something else out when I get back,” he said with a soft smile.

You nodded and curled up on top of the blankets on his bed, closing your eyes.

Renjun stared at you for a moment before walking out of the door with a sigh.

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When Renjun reaches the practice room, everyone’s heads turn. He was never one to show up to practice so late or look so blatantly disheveled.

“Yo!” Mark calls out and scoots over, patting the open spot on the floor beside him where the boys were discussing the moves that needed to be cleaned up.

Renjun takes a seat and begins stretching, “Why the long face?” Jeno asks with furrowed brows.

“Probably just having trouble acclimating,” Chenle says playfully.

Haechan sneers, “It’s literally day one.”

“Well you try taking care of someone other than yourself then,” Renjun grumbles.

Jisung pouts, “No fights in our bedroom.

“How are you two already fighting,” Jaemin stares at him dumbly, “You just gave her a name like 2 hours ago. Max.”

Chenle giggles, “We all know Renjun has no feel-”

“Shut up,” Mark cuts him off, tone final, “We need to be practicing and Renjun’s cat-girl is not our problem right now.” His gaze fixed on Chenle, “The problem is you,” his eyes shift, “and Jaemin being off beat every single time for the same. Damn. part.”

The boys all grumble and Jeno tries lightening the mood while Mark looks over at Renjun, “Stretch for the next 15 and get warmed up,” he stands, patting the still seated boy on the back, “I’m sure it’ll get easier, just don’t- don’t let it distract you from practice.” He sighs before walking to the other boys calling out positions.

So Renjun does as he’s told and gets caught up in the practice. His mind no longer on the chubby hybrid curled up on his bed and instead focused on which 8 count needed work. By the time practice was over he was sweaty and exhausted, wanting only to get home, shower, and go to bed.

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Things were going as planned back at the dorm, he’d gotten some tea made and still managed to get to one of the showers first.

As soon as he’d finished bathing he grabbed his tea and b-lined it to his dorm room, wanting the few minutes of solitude while Jisung showered. However what he was met with was you kneeling on what seemed to be a freshly made bed.

He let out a gasp in surprise, jumping enough to spill some of his hot tea on his uncovered chest. Instantly you were up, scrambling off his bed to your feet, grabbing the hot cup from his hands and sitting it on his desk, “Mr. Renjun, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have startled you! I wasn’t even supposed to be awake and if I would have listened you wouldn’t be injured,” you rambled as you lifted the end of your oversized shirt up to use as a towel, wiping at the wetness on his pale skin.

He grabs your wrist to stop you, “You’re fine. It’s alright, it’s my fault for coming in so carelessly,” Renjun’s jaw was tense as he spoke, his voice low, he knew he sounded-- looked mean , but really he was just awkward. Unused to such blatant touching and this closeness of proximity to someone who did not know him and vice versa.

Your eyes fall from his dark gaze to the grip he has on your wrist, your ears pressed to your head in guilt and fear. He notices how harshly he is holding you and quickly lets go, watching you back away and instantly bow your head.

“I apologise for acting without order, please forgive me,” you fold yourself down further, bowing at a 90 degree angle. Renjun’s heart crumbles as he notices the slight shake to your body, “No it’s okay! Please don’t bow to me like that! I’m not upset, it was just a little mistake. It's no worry at all. Let’s just light a candle and talk until Jisungie gets back in here, alright? Does that sound good?”

You nod immediately, “Anything you’d like to do sounds good for me, sir. I’ll be happy as long as I’m serving my purpose.” Still you don’t meet his eyes.

Renjun sighs, walking over to his dresser and lighting a decorative unscented candle. “This one doesn’t smell like anything, it just looks nice,” he smiles softly, your eyes following him curiously. He sits in his desk chair and grabs his cup of tea, taking a tentative sip.

“So y/n,” he looks at you over the rim of his glass, as you sit on the edge of his bed. His voice is calm and inquisitive, “why don’t you tell me about your interests and where you come from and y’know,” he takes another sip and then puts his cup back down, “the important stuff.”

You look down at your lap as you speak, “Uhm, I,” you clear your throat, “I don’t really know what to say Mr. Renjun. I come from a foster home of sorts in the downtown area. I was uh, born and raised there. I’ve been in training for this for as long as I can remember! I was worried that no one would ever want me,” you twiddle with your fingers as your voice trails off, “I was always in trouble because I wasn’t as desirable as the others, I was reprimanded a lot, but now I’m here and that means that I was just as desirable and I will work hard to be very good for you Mr. Renjun. I just want to be able to satisfy you and keep myself from being punished.”

You look up at him and he’s staring at you intently, his brows slightly furrowed, “What kind of training did you receive there?”

“Well, I, uhm, was taught many things.”

He sets his gaze with more intensity, “Things like what?” Renjun knows that he is probably prying a bit too much, but he can’t help the curiosity. He watches you shift uncomfortably on the bed.

“I was taught many basic things, like cooking and cleaning. I was taught manners and how to provide any service that my master could possibly ask of me. In both public settings and,” your voice becomes quiet, “more private ones.”

“And if you didn’t complete the tasks or lessons as told, what happened?” His voice was colder, making you sit up straight. He hated how your response sounded. In a “private setting?” How could one be taught those kinds of things in a moral and ethical way? Who allowed for these things?

Your tail flicked onto your lap nervously, “I- I was punished for any mistakes,” your voice not rising above a whisper.

Renjun goes to ask what exactly those punishments were, but a loud knock came upon the door before it slowly creaked open and Jisung stepped inside. The boy glanced from you to Renjun and back again, before walking over to his desk and grabbing something out of the top drawer, “Hyung, we have early morning practice and it’s almost one.”

Renjun’s eyes never left you, but he sighed at Jisung’s words, “Alright, I guess we should go to bed huh y/n?”

All you do is nod, eyes still refusing to meet his, before standing and then kneeling at the end of his bed. Both boys watched in confusion as you did so.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Jisung asks with unwarranted familiarity.

“I am to sleep at the foot of the bed, in case my mast- I mean Mr. Renjun needs me for anything during the night.”

The boys share a glance before Renjun stands and pats the bed, waiting for you to comply. You look up in subtle surprise, but do not move.

“C’mon y/n, we have to go to bed. We have to be up early tomorrow,” he says with a soft smile. He waits patiently for you to get off the floor.

“Just get comfortable and then I’ll do the same, okay? Is that going to be alright for you?”

“Y-yes sir,” you reply, clambering into the bed and scooting close to the wall, trying to make yourself small, Renjun tsks softly but decides against saying anything, instead just climbing into the bed and facing his back to you. Jisung watches the strange encounter from his bed, stifling vague laughter.

“Y/n, rest soon. Tomorrow will be a busy day for you.”

“Yes Mr. Renjun.”

Despite your hesitations and his, you both fall asleep fairly quickly and when the two of you wake up in the morning, groggy and well under the recommended amount of sleep, you find your limbs entangled with one another’s, as if you’d been together for ages.

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From there the days got easier. It was all a learning process. It was hard for both of you to open up, complicated to get acclimated to say the least. There was the purchasing of clothing and the introduction into his daily life, to managers, members, and in a lot more cases than presumed, fans.

Renjun taught you how to be your own person, while still staying true to who you had been taught to be. He watched you grow into yourself and you watched him grow to love it, love you. You were treated as his equal and in doing such, you found a deeper trust and respect for him.

You learned his schedule and made sure to help him in any way possible and in return he did his best with you. Renjun made sure you were always happy and comfortable in your once new, and now very familiar surroundings. You also made Renjun more open and affectionate, if not vaguely confrontational about ownership. He’d never admit it, but he was definitely the jealous type.

The two of you grew into one another beautifully and so no one was really surprised when the simple head pats and small smiles turned into hand holding and chaste kisses. The boys always commented on how they’d never thought they’d see the day that Renjun was so openly lovey and doting, any time you sat on his lap while he drew or curled up beside him on the couch while they all took their free time to watch a film together.

You loved Renjun and he loved you, undeniable amounts. At the end of the day, you went from being a surprise gift, something for him to own, to his girlfriend, someone to care for and cherish.

Days turned into weeks, turned into months, turned into a year and half and you both were at a point where you couldn’t imagine the time without one another. As your second year of being together came ‘round the corner Renjun started to talk about special anniversary plans.

“I have the perfect weekend planned, y/n! Just you wait and see.” He beamed each and every time he spoke about it.

“We’re going to have such a wonderful time. Just the two of us.”

“You’ll be blown away, I’m so excited!”

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When the actual day of your two year anniversary arrived, you found yourself sat in the front seat of a rented vehicle, Renjun driving confidently. One hand on the wheel, the other holding yours.

“Are you excited kitty?” He asked, glancing at you quickly before focusing once again on the road.

You nodded enthusiastically and he grinned. Thirty minutes later you found that the two of you were pulling into a hotel in Hannam-Dong. You couldn’t help the way that you excitedly fidgeted in your seat, grinning ear to ear as Renjun parked.

As soon as the car was in the spot you were clambering out of your seat. Your eagerness made Renjun chuckle, taking his time he followed after you, getting into the backseat to grab the minimal luggage the two of you brought.

You stood in front of the car waiting for him, bouncing from foot to foot. Once beside you, bag slung over his shoulder, his fingers intertwined with yours again; he guided you towards the doors.

Both of you had gotten used to the stares of confusion in regard to your relationship, but here they seemed to be even worse, making you curl into your boyfriend's side. As he checked the two of you in, he absent mindedly planted a quick kiss to the top of your head, murmuring about how you should be taking in the beauty of the place and not other peoples faces.

You pouted but listened, the place was indeed beautiful. High ceilings, large expansive windows, warm lighting and many people dressed in designer clothing chatting hushedly. It all seemed too nice and too expensive, it was the kind of money that made you nervous.

But that was long forgotten as Renjun led you away from the reception desk and towards the elevators. Once on the top floor and at your room door, Renjun was passing you a key, “Go ahead y/n, I want you to go in first.”

Taking the key hesitantly, you unlock the door and step inside. Immediately upon entering you can’t stop the gasp from leaving your lips. It was stunning. A large room with a small pool inside, candles and rose petals decorating every surface, chocolates and wine laid on the bed next to a bouquet of roses. It was magical and romantic and “Sir,” you say still in shock, running your hands across the soft sheets of the bed, “This is too much. I- I am so grateful,” you turn to him with watery eyes, “Thank you so much, this is incredible.”

You walk to where he stood watching you with loving eyes, and wrap yourself around him. A dark blush sets on his face as you hug your body against his, but he doesn’t hesitate to squeeze you right back. “I’m really glad you like it, y/n.”

“I love it! It’s beautiful!” you exclaim, your voice muffled by his neck, as you nuzzle against him and purr.

“We’re going to spend the night in, order some food, and just spend some time alone,” his voice trails off, embarrassed, “just the two of us, since we, y’know, don’t get to do that often.”

This makes you purr louder, “I think that’s the best part of this whole thing.”

“Do you know what you want to eat for dinner tonight?”

You shake your head, “I dunno, right now I just wanna cuddle.”

Your voice is quiet at your confession. He doesn’t speak, but he does unwrap your arms from around him and walk to the bed. Carefully he removes the flowers, chocolates, and wines, before patting the bed and looking at you expectantly. You feel the deja-vu but you don’t bring it up, instead smiling to yourself before making your way to the beautifully made bed and climbing in it.

As soon as you’re laying down, he’s climbing in next to you, wrapping his thin arms around your squishy midsection. Your back is to his chest, his body curling into yours, your hands coming to rest on his clasped ones that rest on your soft stomach, your tail coming up and falling across his body. The two of you lay in a comfortable silence, his breath ghosting against the back of your neck, his grip on you tightening a bit as if he thinks you’ll fade away, your eyes closed as you enjoy the way the two of you fit together perfectly.

Eventually in the silence, you feel Renjun shift a bit, his hand starting to trace soft shapes across your stomach, before trailing up your fingers and ghosting against the exposed skin of your arm. His hands continued tracing patterns on the parts of your body that he could reach, his breathing a little shaky, the intimacy of his unusual actions making your ears press flat against your head and your tail swish lightly. Your purring becomes louder and louder as his hands find the swell of your breasts.

“I-is this okay?” Renjun asks nervously, his voice quiet, breath hotter against your neck.

You nod and let out a shaky ‘mhm’, and so he continues. There is still hesitancy in his actions, having never gone further than a long kiss before this moment. His hands grab tentatively at your breasts, a quiet mewl leaves your lips. He takes this new sound as encouragement and continues on in his now slightly more confident movements. His hands grabbing at your clothed breasts, marveling at how they spill out around his fingers. Soon enough his hands are halting in there groping and instead are inching underneath your shirt. Renjun’s hands are cold and surprisingly soft on your skin, the touches light, hesitancy and nervousness still very much present.

The feeling of his cool fingers gliding across your soft tummy sends shivers to your tail, soft purring becoming louder. Renjun’s breathing a bit heavier as his hands reconnect with your breasts. The cold touch instantly begins to make your nipples harden in his grasp. Soft whines passing through your lips, your body sensitive from the lack of sexual intimacy over the course of your time spent with him.

“S-sir,” you whimper, tail swishing in between the two of you, your ass pressing against his crotch as you instinctively lean into his touch. A sharp inhale leaves his mouth at the pressure on his slowly hardening dick.

“I- uhm,” his breathing is a bit staggered as he humps hesitantly against you, “P-please let me know if you want me to stop.”

“Please don’t,” you whimper, pushing back against him again.

Renjun leans into you more, his head falling into the crook of your neck. His grinding finds a bit more purpose as he speeds up the menstrations. His hands glide down your body from your breasts and fall to your hips. They tentatively guide you to meet his movements.

Your whimper and whine, “S-sir, could we,” he stops his movements and your face catches flame.

“What would you like kitten?” His voice sounds a bit deeper than before, a bit more labored.

“More please,” you roll over and face him, your hand moving to cup his erection through his pants, “could we please do more?”

Renjun’s blush matches the heat of yours, his cheeks and ears reddening instantly, “S-sure,” he whispers in response, his dick twitching against your hand. Without meeting his gaze you shift once again, pushing on his shoulder to get him to lay on his back. He watches with curious embarrassment as you position yourself between his legs and pull on the waistline of his pants.

Awkwardly he raises his hips and helps you pull both his bottoms and boxers down. Renjun takes a slow, deep breath as the cool air hits him, watching as you remove your clothing one piece at a time, until you’re left in nothing at all. Renjun tries to ignore everything from how easily this came to you to how naked you were. He’d never seen you so intimately.

He doesn’t know how things sped up so quickly, but by the time your mouth is wrapped around him, he doesn’t think it matters. Your pretty lips are parted around the tip of dick, your tongue running flat against the slit until you slowly move down his length.

Renjun grips at the sheets harshly, hips jumping as small puffs of air leave his mouth. He can’t control the twitching of his cock as the tip hits the back of your throat and you softly gag at the feeling.

“Hhah, hhhah, y/n,” he almost whimpers, the flush on his face an even deeper shade of red than before. Your ears twitch at the sound, “Y-you look so pretty l-like this.”

You purr around him at the praise and he squeezes his eyes shut, punching himself for being so close already. When you begin bobbing your head Renjun can’t help the noises that come from him. The high and breathy moans make your ears tremor and your tail sway. The amount of slick already dripping from you, a bit embarrassing.

Even more so when his hands come to your head to guide you, speeding up your movements. Without thinking he grips at the base of your ears. A moan instantly leaves you, the sudden feeling making you gag around him. His hips stutter as he pushes your head down fully, hands pulling at them more, your nose pressed against the dark trimmed hairs at the base of his dick as he cums. You take him with a bit of struggle, trying not to lose yourself in the feeling of the rough grip he has on the bed of your ears.

“Hah, hmph, f-fuck,” his hands drop their grip as he comes down from his high, a panicked look crosses his features as he takes in yours.

He’d never seen you like this. Lips swollen, a bit of him on the corner of your mouth, pupils blown, ears low and twitching lightly. When he reaches forward to pet you, you press your head against his hand with force, Crawling forward you straddle his bare hips, your slick basically dripping on his already re-hardening length. Renjun watches you with wide eyes as you settle yourself on his lap, just barely hovering above him. You tug at the hem of his shirt and watch him quickly remove it.

“Master,” you purr out and his breath catches in his throat, “I’m sorry f-for being so forward, but can we plea-”

He cuts you off by connecting your lips together harshly. His tongue easily slipping into your mouth, he sucks harshly on your tongue, tasting himself on you. One hand settled on your hip, the other reaching to grab at the base of your tail. Renjun pulls roughly on it and you pull away from the kiss to cry out at the feeling.

By now you’re both breathing heavy. He pulls again, his hand firm as he follows the softness of your tail, your back arching as much as it can to press into his touch, “M-master please,” you beg emptily. The tip of his now once again fully erect member, just barely brushes against your wet cunny.

“C-can I?” you keen, needy.

All he can do is nod. Watching as you wrap your hand gently around his length and line him up with your entrance. As soon as his tip is pressed inside of you, both of your heads fall back as you moan in unison. His hand replaces yours as he helps you take him in his entirety.

When he’s fully inside of you, your body falls against his. Renjun sucks in a deep breath as he rocks his hips upwards, testing it out for the first time. You moan into the crook of his neck as your nails begin to press into his tan skin.

Renjun struggles to remember how to breathe as your cunt spasms around him. Though he fit easily enough, the tight wetness of you is unbelievable. It feels like nothing he's ever experienced and as he bucks upwards into you again, he thinks he is in heaven.

The feeling is obviously mutual as your noises don’t stop. When you find the strength to move, the wind is instantly knocked out of both of you. Leaning back from him you begin bouncing slowly. It was like he was made just for you, filling you up in all of the best ways. Your mind clouding over as you sped up your pace, instead doing all of the work for him as he let his head fall back. You’re happy to be like this, able to watch his face contorted in pleasure only adds to your own.

“Master you- hhh, you feel so good,” you preen as you work hard to keep your pace. The feeling of him bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Renjun hisses as your nails dig into him when your pace picks up, his hands grabbing at any part of you he can manage. Your plush body filling up his harsh grip.

“So good, kitten,” he groans, “you’re doing so good.”

The praise only helps to bring you closer as you work yourself on him. Your soft body jiggling at the motions. Renjun grabs onto the base of your tail again and begins to use it as the leverage he needs to make you meet his thrusts. The feeling quickly becomes one of overwhelming bliss, his relentless thrusts and hard grasp have your orgasm hitting you without warning. He thrusts up into you hard, as you sit back on his cock. Your moan becomes more of a silent cry of pleasure, as you try to halt your movements, but he forces your hips up and down his length anyways. Your ears flatten against your head as your orgasm washes over you in waves thanks to his unfaltering movements.

“Gonna cum inside,” is all he manages as his hips meet flush against yours. Your pussy continues to twitch around him, milking his cock. You place small kisses to his neck and jaw, in between the small mewls that manage to escape you.

“So full, Master,” you murmur against his sweat-dampened skin, as you feel his cum finally stop spilling into you.

Renjun’s breathing is ragged as he cups your face in both of his hands, pressing soft, gentle kisses all over your face. You beam at him, tail softly swaying back and forth with content pleasure, the low hums leaving you making him smile back.

“R-renjun-ah,” you began hesitantly, “Thank you.”

His eyes widened and his face began to reheat, “For what, y/n?”

“Giving me, my uhm, my first kind experience. I-” you spoke hesitantly, “feel really good.”

Renjun forced himself to maintain eye contact even as the embarrassment over the situation sat in, “T-that’s good. I’m glad, kitten.”

“Are you still inside because we’re going to go again?” You ask innocently, grinding your hips down again.

Renjun yelps at the sharp feeling of overstimulation, his eyes screwing shut and his hands flying to your hips, “A-ahh, hahh, we-” he huffs, “We’re gonna have to wait for a bit, y/n.”

“O-oh! I’m sorry I just-”

“It’s okay!” he exclaims quickly, “I just have never done that twice, so uh, so quickly.”

“Then sir,” your head tilts to the side, “why are you still keeping your peni-”

“I was just taking a breather!” He yelps and you giggle at his flustered actions.

“Whatever you’d like is what we can do.” you whisper to him happily, laying back against his chest and nuzzling into his neck.

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nsfwnct · 3 years

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Master's Toy

Pairing: Doyoung x F Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Master Doyoung, puppy play, humiliation, degradation, unprotected sex, cum play, begging

Word count: 877

Doyoung did not ask you for much. He spoils you; he takes care of you, and he’s always tending to your needs. All he asks is that you be a good girl for him.

And you always were. You would drop to your knees to beg with your tongue out without needing instruction, and you were always quick to follow commands.

So, on days like these when you were asked to be always available to him, you were happy to oblige him.

You woke up before your boyfriend as you usually did, heading to the kitchen to make you both coffee and breakfast before he would inevitably wake up and make his way to the kitchen to greet you with a kiss as he did every day.

He seemed to have other plans today, however. He did greet you in the kitchen, of course, but as opposed to a gentle kiss, you are met with a hand in your hair, almost making you drop your mug.

“Good morning, my worthless little puppy.” He coos, voice a little deeper than usual. His other hand gently strokes your cheek, telling you what you were in for today. Doyoung had times when he would wake up feeling a little harder and more sadistic than usual, and you were always eager to have him take those feelings out on you.

“Good morning, master.” You choke out, your throat a little strained by the position he has you locked in. His sadistic smirk has your heart fluttering, his hand leaving your hair without another word as he allows you to continue making his breakfast, thanking you when you serve it to him. He pauses you as you sit down to eat with him, kissing your cheek sweetly before pinching your thigh. It was certain to be a busy day for you.

A few hours later and he had left you alone for the most part, focusing on his own work and allowing you time to complete parts of your morning routine alongside a few points for an assignment you were working on. You stood up in front of your computer to stretch out your back, Doyoung walking into the room and taking notice of how deliciously tempting your skin looked when it was exposed by the stretch of your arms above your head. He can’t really help himself, laughing as you yelp in surprise, a hand gripping your hip hard as the other pressed firmly between your shoulders, forcing you to bend over your desk.

“How is your morning going, puppy?” He asks, only half interested as his hand trails between your thighs, slipping beneath your black shorts to rub between your lips through your underwear. Your only response if a half-choked moan, your eyes squeezing shut at the sudden pressure between your legs. “You must not be very busy, huh? You’re so wet. Stupid little slut.” His fingers snake underneath your panties, his deep laugh making your spine tingle with the slightest bit of fear.

“I’m not.” You attempt to speak out your disagreement, only to have a hand clamp over your mouth, effectively shutting you up.

“Nobody asked you to speak, pet. So shut the fuck up.” His words were harsh, his actions matching as he slips his pants down just enough to free his cock, forcing it inside you with little struggle. He knew exactly how much you loved being treated like this. “Fuck…” His moans have you clenching around him, his thrust aggressive but calculated. If he were to allow it, you were sure you could come from this alone, but you knew that wouldn’t be happening. He wouldn’t be letting you come until the day was over, and he’d had his share of pleasure.

“Master, please!” You can’t help but stutter, your words almost slurring. It felt way too good for you to care about forming a coherent sentence.

“I told you to shut the fuck up.” You’re pulled up by your hair, your back flush to his chest as his thrust got rougher, jolting your entire body as you struggled to support the position you were in, your neck aching slightly as he held you there, giving you no choice but to attempt to hold your moans as you took his cock.

The closer he got to his high, the more aggressive he was, at one point gripping your cheeks to turn your head, only to land a hard slap across your face that had tears forming in your eyes. Every objection made him feel more powerful, and you were crumbling beneath him. “I’m so close.” The words are practically inaudible, his head hidden in your neck as he left bite marks across your sensitive skin that would surely bruise purple. It only took him a few more minutes to lose all self-control, coming deep inside you as he grips your hips hard enough to leave subtle finger shaped marks, your gentle whimpers helping him ride out his high.

He takes a few minutes to compose himself before pulling out, reaching over to the corner of your desk to grab tissues and clean himself up, offering you no assistance. “I’m not finished with you yet, puppy. You’re my fleshlight for the day.”

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imrinana · 2 years

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HOLY SHIT JOHNNY IN MET GALA WOW HE LOOKS SO HANDSOME THIS IS TOO MUCH

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nctrenjunie · 4 years

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Questions ~ Jeno (M)

Author: Sera

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.5k

Comment: Hey, I´m sorry that this took so much time. Some of you might already know but I lost a lot of confidence in my writings the past months and I just couldn´t write. But I´m really really happy with this one and I would love to hear some Feedback please!! Next up is renjun!sub. AND THIS>>> ‼‼‼ is very important bcs I get rlly sad about stuff like this so please read. THANK U ALL ❤

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What time is it?

You wondered, analyzing the gloomy sky. Darker shades painted the right skyline and lighter shades the left due to the big skyscrapers rising up the sky. It almost looked like a canvas or more like a photograph that you could find hanging around in a rich man's apartment, no meaning whatsoever.

What a view of modern culture a photograph like this could bring to someone's eyes?

There would be thousand of interpretations: the contrast between dark and light could symbolize the cliff between poor and rich, between nature and technology or between love and hate.

But it scared you sometimes: The lack of interest you had in a stunning view that might change one's perspective of life. But for you there were plenty nights like this, where you would get the opportunity to stare blankly at the breathtaking skyline. Blanking your thoughts out made it easier, you could stare holes thru the sky similar to the void you felt deep inside your body in these nights.

How could someone enjoy and interpret this superb view without sharing and clarifying their own analysis with someone else?

Perhaps it wasn't your lack of interest that made you fear your own blank thoughts but more over the cold bed sheets next to your side. The longer the bedside kept itself empty the more it reminded you of the big balcony windows through which a cold breeze passed its way into the enormous bedroom. You didn't feel cold tho, your body lying still, shivering once in a while. No, it wasn't coldness but a plain conventional feeling that crawled itself slowly into your body, reminding you of the Biedermeier period.

Just as you thought your blank musing would stop a cold breeze passed over your body, bringing your hand instinctively down between your legs as you stretched your body out. Your actions made you taste a mild warmth from your core up to your body, forming into a warm shiver that crept itself through your whole figure.

When will he be here?

You wondered. It must have been a busy day, or week or maybe month. You were sure you missed him but not since when.

Looking at the ceiling you made out three scenarios in your head to prepare yourself for when the culprit of your coldness enters the room. A) Resisting your desire of warmth you ignore him totally, waiting on the bed for him, just to get up when he lays down, making your way out of the room. B) Trying to contain your anger you want to be left alone for some seconds but as he keeps bugging you, you lose your cool and start to scream out your frustration at his face. Or scenario C) You fail at rebelling against your bodies demand to let him fill you with warmth so seeing him enter the bedroom you greet him with a lust filled french kiss.

You couldn't even come to the point of counting the seconds, waiting for his arrival. Instead, loud footsteps and a drained groan echoed through the gigantic apartment, getting louder with every step as he approached the bedroom. Irritated by the loud turning doorknob, your body decided on its own to stay on the bed, untroubled by the well-built figure that just entered the cold room.

Suddenly you felt drenched out, tired. Probably not from the other person's presence, but the energy your body planned to put into scenario C) seemed to have left your body the second you looked into his pretty face.

What a view you might say! round but sharp jawline followed by a pair of long lush lips and a large but snub nose that you loved to peck in the morning. Sadly this angelic face wasn't as bewitching as it should be owing to the blood trickling out of his nose. It took you some seconds to realize that this wasn't the baddest part. The thick substance stuck halfway dried onto his hands, trickling slowly down his veins.

Mustering his eyes you noticed a special light into his eyes, letting you now that he needed love. Jeno kept his eyes on you. It was a drained out look, driven by thoughts and questions. Quite confused you must say. An unknown power pressed you down onto the bed, leaving you move less as you watched your love walk into the bathroom.

It definitely was a questionable silence. Although you could hear the sink running through the bathroom door you made sure to throw scenario A) and B) out of your mind, awaiting the moment Jeno walks out of the bathroom to join you.

He noticed you mustering his arms down to his hands. There was no scar or blood trace, letting you know it wasn't his dried blood you saw earlier. It didn't scare you tho, at least not like his stern face, tired and confused.

What is he thinking about?

There wasn't enough time for you to think about that as he called out your name, leaving thick air between both of you.

“Could you come here for a second..darling?”

Taking your time you stood up from the gigantic bed, hesitantly making your way over to him. Your legs trembled a little bit due to the realisation that it must've gotten colder in here. Jenos hand grabbed you gently, pulling you close to him with a little force. A fresh smell filled your nostrils. Observing his face there weren't any blood splashes or scratches left, besides a tiny bit of dried blood coming out of his right nostril. Although the blood touched image of him didn't scare you it seemed that he was disturbed by his own actions today. He mustered you clearly for some time, hands around your hips, trying to find some sort of negative reaction inside your eyes.

Giving him his time to reflect you tried to burn every centimeter of him into your head. His bewitching face made you feel a different kind of warmth. He was shirtless making you anticipate the rest of the night. Black messy hair, broad shoulders, toned abs but not to much and a pair black jeans sitting perfectly onto his hip bones toning his waist in some kind of magical way. Oh god this man drove you fucking crazy. You made sure to go with his rhythm, knowing his sensible mood. He would put away his Glock18 wasn't hanging down his belt. It was one of these nights where he would put away even the smallest weapon away, tired of businesses and fights.

"Tell me, what's on your mind baby?"

Jeno didn't give you an answer. Instead, this night was made for him to question you and every part of your body. His left hand moved up, slowly and trembling slightly as if he feared to touch you.

"Answer me, can I caress your cheek without feeling you tremble in fear?"

Some might be scared of him but you would never. It perplexed you, almost annoyed you that he asked such a question. Encouraging him to lay his hand onto your cheek you put your hand over his. His soft hand then landed onto your cheek, gently rubbing over your skin. Wanting more of this warm feeling you decided to tap your other hand slowly over his toned belly, up to his shoulder before lying it down behind his neck. Playing with his hair you broke the silence.

"Your hair has gotten longer, I've missed you."

Ignoring his anxious thoughts of you fearing him you continued going through his hair. A small kiss landed on your lips, to short to make it seem enjoyable but enough to unleash a spark. A small moment that made him into the adorable person he is.

Both of your hands were now in his hair, playing with it wildly, messing it up. Jeno pulled you closer, a gentle but impactful move, his hand kept caressing your cheek and his lips pecked yours shortly before moving down your neck. Expecting some hickey causing kisses you were surprised by short lovely pecks against your sensible skin. Pulling you even closer he embraced you in a tight hug. Kind of surprised you loosened your hands out off his now tangled hair to embrace him.

Going with the flow you waited for his next move. You wouldn't like to explain it as plain warmth what you felt right now. It was something more powerful, bewitching like a spell. Both of his hands decided it is time to move down your back, sliding down to your ass and back up to your hips. Using them as his guidance he turns you around, pressing your back against his toned abs. A unexpected hand painted a light coloured breeze over your neck before planting dark kisses onto the same spot. Laying your head onto his shoulder Jeno left out a light chuckle. Taking advantage of your relaxed form he plastered more kisses onto your skin, variating between your neck, collarbone and cheek. On some occasions his right hand moved up to bring your lips closer to his. Soft, sweet, rough and sinful kisses were shared. Although the kisses started to get steamier there was still a lovable and caring tension between you and him.

“If I move a little further down your belly, will you moan for me?”

You were breathing extra loud between the kisses. You noticed the change in motion: His right hand moving down your bodyline, over your navel before stopping right on your core. His left hand continued on, moving into the opposite direction to cup your already bare chest. A whimper left your lips owing to him groping your breast softly and a faint pair of teeth biting into your shoulder before licking over the soft abused skin. You noticed how wet you were with only your underwear on and his hand laying calmly over your core. Tired you animated to move one hand up into his hair.

“Tell me, do you like it if I touch you there?”

Jeno smiled satisfied, feeling you tighten the grasp on his hair as two of his fingers moved slowly down the slit of your core. Playing with your wetness tiny moans left your lips bit by bit. Taking his hand out of your panties he moved his hand up, licking your fluids off his fingers before moving them down again. This time he rubbed a little harder, using your wetness to circulate your clit. Taking your now longer moans as a yes to his question Jeno kept going. You felt your nipples getting harder owing to jenos finger rubbing sensually. You wanted to cum so bad, your body stimulated all over, pulsing from your head all the way down to your core. Your moans became louder as you concentrated on your release. Jeno kept you close to him, stopping you from squirming away from his touches. A harder grasp around his hair and your fast lifting chest indicated your orgasm. Jeno rode out your high, sticking two of his fingers into your pussy and taking them out fastly before repeating his action a few times.

“You're beautiful Y/N.”

Your were sweating against him, his hand still in your underwear whilst his other hand moved your lips to his. A sensual and superb kiss was shared before you had to part due to the lack of air. Although, you still got a glimpse of your own taste from his lips. Picking you up Jeno moved you onto the bed. You were laying there, tired and still out of breath. The skyscrapers illuminated Jenos left side more than the other one.

If you had the chance you would've taken a picture right here and then. What a beautiful view! It would have looked stunning on the big wall down to the kitchen. Some people might see it as a obscene or pervert picture but for you it would've been a masterpiece.

Jeno between both of your legs, an almost golden light illuminating his form in a unique way you could observe it your whole life. Really messy hair and sweat droplets rolling down his tense face. His lips 1 centimeter a gape giving a preview of the teeth that bit sinfully into your shoulder. His eyes filled with his thousand sins and pure love only for you. Strong muscular biceps and toned veins moving down his underarms to his perfect marmored hands that were fidgeting with his belt before throwing it carefree onto the floor. He looked marvellous, like a ancient greek god and you knew you were his muse.

Getting rid of the rest of his clothing Jeno moved closer to you. You rubbed up and down his already erected cock as he hovered over you to connect your lips again. Teeth biting on your lips before intertwining his tongue with yours. You felt some precum on your hand. Placing himself in front of your entrance Jeno put you in a more comfortable position, making sure that you're feeling good. His louder breaths became more silent looking you deep in the eyes with his dark brown orbs.

“Let me know, am I allowed to treat you like my queen tonight?”

Moving both of your hands up to his face you pulled him down, pressing a short sloppy kiss onto his so kissable lips. A small smile spread itself over your lips.

“Yes Jeno, yes you are allowed.”

Taking in your words you felt his erect member enter you returning your kiss with a longer one. The kiss was interrupted multiple times by both of your heavy breaths and moans. Penetrating you Jeno kept a steady tempo, holding your head to make sure you're not gonna hit it against the headboard for when he starts to get a little rougher. You couldn't describe the erotic feeling that moved its way from your core onto the rest of your body into words but your screams and pants made it pretty clear. Closing your eyes made you feel everything ten times harder. Jeno moaned through gritted teeth, panting your name sometimes too as one of his hand moved up to go back to knead one of your breast. To put the cherry on top jenos tongue came down to one of your bud. Rolling back your eyes you made sure to let him know that you were about to cum.

Jeno took both of your legs. Knowing how close both of your orgasms are he put them on his shoulder. Grabbing the opportunity he pounded into your pussy from another angle making sure to hit your G-spot. Not being able to wait anymore you released a second time. Riding out your orgasm Jeno became more sloppier, pounding a few more times before pulling out and releasing onto your belly. A special kind of warmth was shared between both of you.

Both panting for some time he laid next to you now. The skyscrapers illuminated the gigantic bedroom. You plastered a kiss onto his cheek with your last energy. Both of you closed your eyes, chests heaving up and down.

“Speak up, will you promise me to stay by my side?”

“Yes, yes I will Jeno.”

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