#7dream smut

[onlyforyoukook]

playing the “game”

paring: jeno x fem¡reader

synopsis: Jeno, the school’s sweetheart, makes a bet with his friends that he can win you over and get in your pants. What his friends don’t know is that you and Jeno have been secretly dating. When he tells you about the bet, instead of getting mad, you decide to turn the situation into a game. You pretending you’re falling for his tricks, all while you & jeno secretly laugh about it.

genre: one shot! smut. MDNI

wc: 3.5k

warnings: dom¡jeno—sub¡reader, oral (m & f receiving), head pushing, use of the name slut, cum swallowing, rough.., unprotected sex, squirting, aftercare, bathing together.

Jeno, the school’s sweetheart, had always been good at charming everyone around him. From his easy smile to the way he carried himself, it was no wonder people liked to be around him. So, when his friends teased him about how he could win over anyone he wanted, a bet was thrown into the mix. The target? You. What his friends didn’t know was that you and Jeno had been secretly dating for months.

When he told you about the bet, you had expected to feel angry, but instead, you found yourself laughing. “They really think you could pull one over on me?” you asked, smirking.

Jeno grinned. “Well, I did. Months ago, remember?”

The two of you decided to turn the situation into a game. You’d pretend to fall for his advances, letting his friends think he was charming you into his arms. Meanwhile, behind closed doors, you’d share every detail, laughing at how his friends ate it up.

It started small—him offering to carry your books or showing up to sit next to you during lunch. You’d roll your eyes, pretending to be unimpressed, but the twinkle in his eyes made it hard to keep a straight face. He’d lean in close, whispering things like, “Do you think they bought that?” before pulling back with a grin.

But tonight, the act started to feel a little too real. Jeno had invited you to his apartment under the guise of “working his magic.” His friends had dared him to seal the deal, and you’d agreed to keep playing along.

“You ready to give them a show?” he asked when you arrived, his voice low as he leaned against the doorframe.

You smirked. “I don’t know. Think you can handle me, sweetheart?”

The teasing was part of the game, but as the door closed behind you, something shifted. Jeno’s playful expression softened, and his hand brushed against your cheek. “You’re really good at this,” he murmured, his thumb grazing your jaw. “Too good.”

“Jealous?” you teased, but your voice was quieter now, the space between you thick with unspoken feelings.

“Maybe,” he admitted, his lips quirking into a half-smile. “It’s just… pretending you’re not already mine? It’s harder than I thought.”

Your breath hitched as he stepped closer, his hand sliding to your waist. The air felt different now—not a game, not an act. Just the two of you.

“You know,” you whispered, your hands resting against his chest, “you don’t have to pretend anymore. It’s just us here.”

Jeno’s eyes locked on yours, and for a moment, it was like he’d forgotten about the bet, the jokes, the plan. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. “I don’t think I could stop wanting you if I tried,” he said softly.

And just like that, the act was over. His lips met yours in a slow, tender kiss that made your knees weak. His hands held you close, as if he never wanted to let go, and in that moment, it didn’t matter who was watching or what anyone else thought. This wasn’t about a bet—it was just you and Jeno, exactly where you were meant to be.

Your heart skips a beat as Jeno kisses you, the world around you fading away as you get lost in the sensation of his lips on yours. The kiss is everything you had imagined and more, soft and sweet yet filled with a raw, undeniable desire.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepen the kiss. His tongue flicks against your bottom lip, seeking entrance, and you part your lips willingly, allowing him to explore your mouth.

Jeno's hands roam over your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He breaks the kiss only to trail a line of kisses down your jawline, nipping and sucking at your skin as he goes. His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers,

“You taste so good”

Your body responds to Jeno's touch like a flame to a spark, every nerve ending coming alive under his ministrations. You can't help but moan softly as he kisses and nibbles at your skin, your fingers digging into his hair as you hold him close.

“Jeno...” you gasp, his name falling from your lips like a plea.

Jeno grins against your skin, his teeth nipping playfully at your earlobe before he whispers,

“You want more? You want me to make you feel even better?”

His hands slide under your shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist before sliding up to cup your breasts.

Jeno's eyes darken as he looks at you, his hands continuing to roam over your body.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “It's like you're trying to push me over the edge.l

He leans in closer, his lips hovering just above your skin as he whispers in your ear.

“And I love it. I love the way you respond to me, the way you give yourself over completely. It's addictive, and I don't think I'll ever get enough of it.”

Your body trembles with anticipation as Jeno's words send a wave of heat through you. You arch into his touch, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you try to ground yourself.

“Then don't hold back,” you whisper, your voice laced with need. “Show me just how much you want me, Jeno.”

Jeno's eyes flash with hunger at your words, and he growls low in his throat. He spins you around, pressing your back against the wall as he pins your hands above your head.

“Oh, I plan to,” his voice dripping with promise. “I'm going to make you scream my name so loud, it’ll be the only thing on your mind.”

The kiss grows more heated and desperate, Jeno's hands gripping your ass, as he pulls you flush against him. You can feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against your thigh, and the knowledge that you're the one making him feel this way only serves to fuel your own desire.

You break the kiss, panting heavily as you look up at him with a mixture of lust and need in your eyes.

“I want to taste you,” you whisper, your voice low and sultry.

He captures your chin in his hand, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“Is that so?” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.”You want to taste me? To feel me on your tongue”

Jeno's grip on your chin tightens as he pulls you closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks in a low, seductive tone.

“Such a dirty girl,” his breath hot against your skin. “You want to get on your knees for me and take me in your mouth, don't you? To be my little slut, begging for more?”

You shiver at his words, your body trembling with a mixture of anticipation and need. You can feel the heat pooling between your legs, and you know that you're completely at his mercy.

“Yes, please,” you gasp, your voice desperate. “I want to be your little slut, I want to please you in every way possible. I want to taste you, to feel you filling my mouth, to have you completely lose control because of me.”

Jeno grins, as he takes in your desperate expression. He runs a hand through your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he pulls your head back slightly.

“Oh, you're going to get exactly what you want, princess,” he says, his voice dripping with seduction. “I'm going to make you choke on my cock, make you take every inch of me until you're begging for more.”

Jeno smirks as he takes a step back, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly unbuttons his jeans. He pushes them down, along with his boxers, freeing his hardened length.

He takes a step closer to you, his hand still tangled in your hair as he guides you down to your knees in front of him.

Jeno looks down at you, his gaze filled with dominance. He grips his cock in his hand, gently tapping his tip along your cheek as he smirks.

“Open up, princess,” he orders, his voice low and commanding. “Show me how badly you want this.”

You obediently part your lips, taking him into your mouth and wrapping your tongue around his length. You begin to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper with each movement.

Jeno lets out a low groan, his fingers tightening in your hair as he watches you take him so eagerly.

“That's it, baby,” he growls, his voice strained with pleasure. “Just like that...fuck, you're so good at this.”

Jeno's grip on your hair tightens as he pushes your head down further, forcing you to take more of his length into your mouth.

He lets out a string of curses as he feels the back of your throat constrict around him, his hips bucking forward instinctively.

“You're perfect,” he moans, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure. “So eager to please me, taking my cock so deep in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Jeno's breathing becomes more ragged as he loses himself in the pleasure of your mouth on him. He starts to thrust his hips in time with your movements, using his grip on your hair to guide you up and down his length.

“You're such a good little cockslut,”his voice hoarse “Look at you, on your knees for me, taking me like you were made for it. I should keep you like this all the time, always ready to worship me.”

You pull your mouth off his cock for a moment, looking up at him with a mix of need and adoration in your eyes.

“Jeno,” you gasp, your voice hoarse from having his cock in your throat.

Jeno's eyes flash with dominance as he looks down at you.

“Shut up and suck my cock,” his voice commanding. “I don't want to hear another word from you until I come down that pretty throat of yours.”

Jeno's body tenses as he reaches his climax, as he pushes your head down one final time.

He lets out a guttural moan as he spills himself down your throat, his hot release filling your mouth—you obeying his command to swallow every drop.

He watches you intently, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watches you swallow his cum without hesitation.

“Good girl,” he praises, his voice rough “You took it all like a good little slut.”

Jeno picks you up effortlessly, his strong arms wrapping around your body as he carries you over to the bed. He lays you down on the mattress, his eyes raking over your body with hunger.

He slides your panties down your legs, letting them fall to the floor as he positions himself between your thighs.

“You're so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his hands tracing the curves of your body.

Jeno smirks as he looks down at you, his eyes filled with desire as he sees the evidence of your own arousal.

He leans down, his lips trailing kisses up the inside of your thighs, slowly making his way closer to your core.

“You're already so wet for me, princess,” he murmurs against your skin. “I can see how badly you want me.”

Jeno's mouth finds your clit, his lips wrapping around the sensitive bud as he begins to suck and tease it with his tongue.

At the same time, he slides two fingers into your slick pussy, slowly pushing them deep inside you and curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot.

You let out a gasp, your body arching up off the bed as Jeno's fingers and mouth work their magic on you. The sensations are overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Oh, God, Jeno...” you moan, your hands fisting the sheets as you struggle to keep yourself in control. “Please...don't stop...”

Jeno chuckles against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. He pulls back for a moment, his fingers still pumping in and out of you.

“Don't worry, love,” his voice dripping with confidence. “I have no intention of stopping until you're screaming my name.”

He dives back in, his tongue resuming to suck your clit as he adds a third finger to the mix, stretching you open and filling you up even more.

Jeno's fingers move faster, pumping in and out of you at a relentless pace as he continues to lavish attention on your clit. He can feel your walls clenching around his fingers, a sign of how close you are to falling apart for him.

He looks up at you, as he watches your face contort with pleasure. He can see the way your body is trembling, the way your breaths come in ragged gasps.

“That's it, let go for me, come on my fingers like the good little slut you are.”

As Jeno's words and actions push you closer and closer to the edge, you feel the tightening in your core become almost unbearable, almost like you have to pee.

You arch your back off the bed, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips as your orgasm suddenly crashes over you like a tidal wave, squirting your juices everywhere.

Your body trembles and shakes as you come undone, your release coating Jeno's fingers and his face as he continues to work you through your climax.

Jeno grins, a look of pure satisfaction on his face as he feels your release gush out of you.

He pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth and licking them clean as he watches you come down from your high.

“That's my girl,” he says, his voice low and possessive. “You're such a messy little thing, cuming all over me like that.”

You lie there on the bed, completely spent and sated. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You look up at Jeno through half-lidded eyes, a small smile playing on your lips as you see the evidence of your release on his face.

“God...that was incredible,” you manage to gasp out, your voice still shaky.

Jeno looks down at you with a smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief and desire.

“I hope you're not too tired, baby,” he says, his voice low and rough. “We're not even close to being done yet.”

He moves to position himself between your legs, aligning the head of his cock with your still-sensitive entrance.

Your heart races as you feel the tip of Jeno's cock pressing against your entrance, the anticipation of what's to come making your body thrum with excitement.

“I can handle whatever you give me, Jeno,” you say, your voice a sultry whisper.

Jeno grins at your words, as he lean down, his body hovering over yours as he begins to push himself inside you, inch by inch. You let out a gasp as he fills you up, the sensation of being stretched and filled completely making your toes curl.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice strained with pleasure. “So tight and perfect around me.”

Jeno starts to move, his hips thrusting forward as he begins to fuck you with deep, powerful strokes.

He sets a punishing pace, his body driving into yours with a relentless rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your gasps and moans.

His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he plows into you over and over again, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes you see stars.

As Jeno continues to pound into you, the bed starts to shake and creak beneath you, banging against the wall with each powerful thrust.

The sound of the bed hitting the wall only fuels your desire, and you can't help but let out a series of loud, uninhibited moans of Jeno's name.

“Oh—nghh, Jeno! Yes, r-right th-ere.. d-don..” your words trail off as you begin to moan due to the intense pleasure.

Jeno growls as he continues to fuck into you, his grip on your hips tightening even further.

“You like that, don't you?” he pants out, his voice strained with exertion. “Like being fucked so hard like a little slut, that you can't even think straight, hm?”

Your ability to speak is completely gone, lost in the haze of pleasure that Jeno is driving you to. All you can do is moan and gasp, your body arching and writhing beneath him as he continues to take you.

Your eyes are glazed over with pleasure, your mind completely consumed by the ecstasy that he's giving you. The only thing you can manage to do is nod your head, letting him know just how good he's making you feel without being able to form any words.

As Jeno's thrusts become more erratic and his breathing grows more ragged, you can feel your own climax approaching once again. Your body is wound tight like a coil, ready to snap at any moment.

Suddenly, he pulls out of you, his cock slick with your arousal. Before you can even process what's happening, he grabs your chin and forces your head up, positioning his cock at your lips.

“Open up, princess” he growls, his voice low and commanding.

You obey instantly, parting your lips and opening your mouth wide for him. Your eyes lock with his as he slides his cock into your mouth, the taste of your own arousal and his pre-cum filling your senses. You close your lips around him, bobbing your head up and down as you work to bring him to his own climax.

Jeno's body trembles as he looks down at you, his eyes dark and wild with pleasure. He can feel his orgasm building, his muscles tensing as he struggles to hold back for just a few more seconds.

“Fuck...you're so good at this,” he gasps out, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pushes himself deeper into your mouth. “I'm gonna come, princess. Swallow every last drop.”

You nod your head, your eyes never leaving his as you continue to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper into your throat. You can feel his body starting to tense even more, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. He lets out a strangled cry, his fingers tightening in your hair as he finally gives in to the pleasure.

“Oh god...here it comes...”

Jeno's body shudders as he finally reaches his peak, his cock pulsing and twitching as he spills his release into your mouth. He lets out a moan, his eyes rolling back into his head as the pleasure washes over him. You swallow every last drop, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock as you work to milk him dry.

As Jeno slowly comes down from his high, his eyes flutter open and lock onto yours. The dark, intensity from earlier is gone, replaced by a softness and tenderness that you’re used to seeing. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls away.

“Stay here, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “I'll be right back.” He gets up from the bed and heads into the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a warm, damp towel in his hand.

He sits down beside you, gently cleaning up the evidence of your passionate encounter, his touch gentle and caring. After cleaning you up, Jeno takes your hand and leads you into the bathroom.

The steam from the hot water fills the room, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. He helps you into the bathtub, making sure you're comfortable before climbing in behind you. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you back against his chest as he lets out a contented sigh.

“This is nice,” he murmurs, nuzzling his face into your neck. Jeno's phone starts to ring, the sound breaking the peaceful silence of the bathroom.

He glances at the screen and sees that it's his friends calling their group chat. He rolls his eyes and picks up the phone, knowing exactly what they're going to ask him.

“Hm?” he answers, his voice low and slightly amused.

His friends immediately launch into a barrage of questions, asking if he's “hit that” yet. Jeno can't help but chuckle, his arms tightening around you as he listens to their antics.

Jeno quickly hangs up after the quick laugh, setting his phone down, a small smile playing on his lips as he pulls you closer against him. He runs his hands over your body, his touch gentle and soothing as he lets out a contented sigh. “Sorry about that,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “My friends can be...persistent.”

“yeah i know that” you say in a chuckle.

MASTERLIST

[4chensungs]

after sex with jisung is pure perfection. almost as good as the sex itself. 

you two had been going for hours, his stamina is so fucking high and he just can't get enough of you. 

your legs are completely wobbly, every part of your body is sore. your eyes are closed and the only thing you're able to feel right now is: tiredness and the cozy and restful sensation running through your body from your boyfriend's loving words. 

"i got you.. i got you, baby." he mumbles right on the spot where your shoulder and neck meet; his heavy breathing making his lips press onto your skin every time he speaks. 

jisung kisses your neck ever so gently, runs his big hands all over your body, caressing every perfect inch of you, in attempt to show you that he loves, he cares.

"it hurts, ji." your voice is almost a whisper, fingers tangling in his dark sweaty hair.

his left hand made its way between your legs under the sheets, just resting his palm on your crotch; afraid any kind of touch might hurt, “shh.. i know, princess. you’ll be alright.. i’m sorry m’.. so sorry…” 

jisung sounds drunk, mind messy and full of you. almost as if he’s still in that haze you put him in. how can he not when his girlfriend’s velvety walls hug him so perfectly, making him fight the urge to stay buried deep inside you forever. 

"you did wonderful, my love. so good." he kisses your neck again, nuzzling his nose on the skin, "'m sorry if it was too much.. got caught up in the moment." 

you chuckle at his words and hug his hot bare torso, silently writing down your names on his back with your nails. “it'll be okay, yeah baby? let's get you cleaned up. i promise you'll feel much better." he assures you that the soreness will soon go away. 

"mhm... please, ji." his eyes search for yours, leaning to give a chaste peck to your wet lips, "let me take care of you, baby.” he grins. 

jisung's sweaty body soon lose its contact with yours, he gets off the bed and make his way to the bathroom, preparing the water and letting you rest for some more while before calling you. 

aftercare with your lover means that he'll be the most attentive ever. jisung ties your hair up in a ponytail, helping you join the tub before gently running the water down your face to your body. 

he rubs the soap on your arms, stomach; gently pushes your knees up to your chest, making sure to take care of the still sensitive spot between your legs. 

"i love you so much.” jisung whispers once again, wanting this to be the three words that you'll hear the most this night. 

you can only hum and smile weakly as a reaction. he helps you get off the tub, wrapping the towel around your body, as well as his arms that hug you to his chest.

after being all clean and dressed in one of jisung's huge oversized shirts, you finally lay down on the bed again. 

"feeling alright, princess?" your boyfriend hugs you tightly, smiling when he sees you nodding. 

he kisses your forehead, "i love to hear that.” and his smile grows even wider when you lean closer to his face to whisper,

“and i love you. i don’t think i said that today.”

[iihyuck]

SOS — 7DREAM | TEASER

warnings pretty tame, mentions of sex, cursing, slight mention of jeno’s twin, eric from tbz, sneak from chenle.

notes i’m actually so excited to work on this, i’m finally free from my writers block, praise.

pairings nct dream x idol!fem!reader

With you and the boys finishing a show not too long ago, you almost felt guilty watching your thumb hover over the send button. There was no doubt that they were exhausted—hell, you for sure were. Between the exhilarating screams from the fans, the constant beating rhythm from your in-ear monitor, and the blinding flashing lights, you weren’t sure which was the culprit for the raging headache you were nursing. 

On the way back to the hotel, you were hoping that a cold shower and some painkillers would knock it right out but here you were, lying on your bed, with that same headache. You doubted that the illuminating light from your phone screen was doing it any favors, but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the screen.

It was a usual ritual for you to hide away in your room and scroll online, wondering what fans thought of your performance that night. Usually, you’d be extremely happy watching the tweets roll in with their praise, but something about tonight wasn’t quite sitting right with you; your mind had been somewhere else.

Call it envy or whatever you’d like, but you couldn’t help but feel childish as you saw posts of fans gushing over your members. You were mind-blown going through the quotes.

Maybe because you were the only girl, people didn’t look at you that way. They always called you the baby of the group, the innocent little angel. You did love the title back when you were sixteen, but now you were twenty-two, turning twenty-three in a few months.

It’d be nice to be taken seriously for once. 

You huffed and sent the message.

It didn’t take longer than three minutes for you to hear knocking at your door, and it didn't take longer than thirty seconds for you to hear the door unlocking either.

You sat up, setting your phone on your dresser as you watched your seven members barge into your hotel room, oddly enough, all wearing matching blue bunny pajamas.

“How’d you even get in?” you questioned, your eyebrows furrowed.

“Got an extra key this morning. Where are your pajamas? What, are you too good to match with your poor members?” Jaemin teased, taking a seat beside you on your bed.

“I didn’t see anything about us matching!”

Renjun huffed, making himself comfortable on the couch positioned to the left of the bed. “That’s because you don’t bother to open our messages.”

Haechan stifled a laugh as he watched you roll your eyes while sitting beside Renjun, immediately invading his space by laying his head on the older boy’s shoulder.

“Yet we open yours. Speaking of which, what’s the SOS message about?” Chenle yawned, scooching into the last bit of space on the couch. He must’ve been sleeping; his bedhead told it all.

Mark nodded, sitting on the armrest. You noticed his eyes briefly checking you over—mentally assessing if you were physically hurt. “You look fine to me.”

Your head turned as you heard a scoff from Jeno, who was sitting on the edge of the bed facing both you and Jaemin, running a hand over his face.

“Peachy even.”

“Oh, shut up.” You reached behind you and tossed the pillow you were sitting against at him, but he caught it with ease, a teasing smile on his lips.

“You’re okay?” Jisung asked, to which you nodded, noting how he stood there rocking back and forth slightly.

Weirdo.

“Well, what’s so urgent that we all had to be here?” Jaemin leaned in, curiosity glimmering in his eyes as he absentmindedly played with your hair.

You cleared your throat, fluttering your eyes shut, and took a deep breath.

The boys exchanged confused glances, waiting.

They continued to wait longer.

It wasn’t until the silence stretched on for nearly two minutes that Haechan belted out, “Yah, spit it out already.”

You jolted in surprise, clearing your throat once again. “Sorry, I was... dozing off there.”

Renjun groaned loudly, throwing his head back, and Jeno rolled his eyes, standing up to stretch.

You winced. “Okay, okay—I am... I’m a virgin,” you blurted out, slamming your eyes shut as you waited for their uproar.

It didn’t come.

You cracked one eye open to meet their very unimpressed looks.

“Well, no shit?” Chenle deadpanned.

You stuttered in disbelief, “H-Hello??”

Jaemin and Jeno shared a look before snickering to themselves; Mark held a conflicted expression.

“Okay... so you texted the group chat ‘SOS’ because you wanted to announce to us that you’re a virgin? Baby, no offense, but I don’t think that’s anything... well, serious.”

You sighed; there goes that nickname—baby.

Haechan hummed, watching your reaction before Renjun cut in, “We already knew that. And even if we didn’t, why are you telling us?”

If you didn’t feel so defeated, you would’ve found his expression cute. You could practically see him trying to grasp this.

“Because I’m almost twenty-three and the only virgin left—how the hell did Jisung lose his virginity before me?” 

Jisung sighed deeply, dropping his head to the ground as soon as a loud gasp came from Jaemin.

Haechan shook his head, crossing his legs. “Jisung is still a virgin. He would’ve told me.” But the silence from Jisung said otherwise.

Jaemin tossed a pillow at Jisung. “Yah! You didn’t tell me?”

“Or me?” Haechan dramatically whined.

The younger boy stumbled over his words, his ears flushed.

Jeno laughed. “It was pretty obvious. Where do you think this random shift in him came from? It couldn’t be anything else other than, pus—”

“Jeno,” Mark scolded.

You furiously shook your head in disgust. “I hate that word; it’s so weird!”

Chenle found that ironic. “How? You have one—”

“Oh god,” you mumbled. Oh, how you wished you could crawl into a hole and never come out.

“When did you lose your virginity? To whom? How come you didn’t tell me? You don’t trust me? I raised you,” Jaemin ranted, throwing another pillow at Jisung. At this rate, you’d sleep without a pillow tonight.

“T-this isn’t even about me! Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden—” he scrambled, putting the spotlight back on you.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Because what if someone super sexy and hot, like Eric, comes up to me and says—” You cleared your throat, attempting to mimic his deep voice. “Uh, you’re also super sexy and hot; let’s have sex.”

Jeno perked up at the mention of his friend but scrunched up his face after processing what you said. “Okay, he doesn’t even sound like that, and that’s not how it goes!”

You cringed at yourself, covering your face. “See? I don’t know anything about sex; I’m like a fish on grass or something.”

Renjun raised an eyebrow. “That’s not how that goes either.”

Before you could complain more, Haechan got up, standing in front of you and removing your hands from your face.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m a virgin too.”

You blankly stared at him. “No you aren’t.”

He straightened up with a sly smile. “No, I’m not,” he grinned, putting his hands on his hips.

You huffed and pushed him, which caused him to dramatically fall back onto Renjun’s lap, eliciting a pained yelp from the man beneath him.

You didn’t even push him that hard.

Mark ran a hand through his hair as he met your gaze. “Is that all you wanted to tell us?”

You frowned. “... Yeah. I’m sorry; I just... I’m sorry; this was stupid.”

He immediately shook his head. “It’s not; don’t say that.”

Jaemin spoke up beside you. “You aren’t seriously upset about this, right?”

You shook your head.

Chenle furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t find a problem here. You can easily go get deflowered by anyone you’d like. You aren’t ugly.”

“Chenle, shut up, and don’t say deflowered ever again,” Mark mumbled. The disgusted expression on his face made you stifle a laugh.

“I say you should just wait for your time to come, you know? Wait until you meet the right person. You wouldn’t want to regret it.” Renjun's soft gaze met yours.

Tilting your head, you asked, “Isn’t that bull? I mean, Jeno, do you regret who you lost your virginity to? Wasn’t it that one hairstylist?”

He hummed, thinking back on it, and shrugged. “She was alright.”

Jaemin sent his best friend a bewildered look, before Jeno corrected himself, “But no, yeah, wait for the one.”

Mark let out a defeated sigh, standing up and stretching. “Look, just... sleep it off. We have a busy morning.”

Haechan clicked his tongue disapprovingly, leaning back even further on Renjun. “You’re telling the poor girl to sleep off her horniness.”

“I’m not horny,” you defended, crossing your arms over your chest.

Renjun shook his head, covering his ears. “What even is this conversation—”

Jisung muttered a confused, “So... you aren’t horny but want to lose your virginity?”

“Yes.”

“That doesn’t even make sense?”

“Yes, it does, Jeno.” You frowned at him.

“This is like a major life milestone that I want to experience. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Well, of course not; we aren’t saying it is, baby.” Jaemin reassured you.

“Ugh— and stop calling me that!”

You took a breath. “It’s like I’ll never be desired with the way you guys baby me—hell, everyone looks at me like a little sister.”

“I don’t look at you like that,” Haechan said after a moment of silence.

“Gee, thanks.” You sighed, picking at the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

“I mean it though, and you’re definitely desired; look at you.”

You narrowed your eyes, meeting his gaze. He seemed genuine.

“So you’d sleep with me?”

The question caught everyone off guard except him; instead of shock, he looked determined.

“I’d be lying if I said I never thought about it,” was his response.

You opened your mouth to reply but were cut off by Chenle. “No way you’re losing your virginity to Donghyuck of all people.”

Haechan pouted. “Why not? It’s not like I’d be sleeping with you anyway.”

Jaemin’s deep chuckle caught your attention. “No one in their right mind would let their first time be with you. If anyone, it should be me.”

All heads, including yours, snapped in his direction.

“What? I’d be gentle,” he shrugged.

Jeno snorted at that. “Yeah, right. For the first round, maybe? You’d break her.”

“Yeah, and you wouldn’t?” Jaemin playfully argued back.

“None of you are going to take her virginity,” Mark scolded, only to receive a chorus of “Why not?” from all of you.

He scoffed, getting up. “Unbelievable—all of you.”

You quickly stood up, tugging at his arm before he could walk away. “I mean, it’d make sense, right? I’ve known all of you forever. We grew up together. I trust you all.”

He hesitated to meet your beady-eyed gaze but eventually did.

“It doesn’t sound like a good idea, baby—”

“Okay, then I won’t have sex.”

He gave you a curious glance. “What do you mean?”

You bit your lip, grabbing his hand instead and turning to the rest of the boys before speaking up.

“You guys can just show me the ropes, just no... penetrative sex!”

Renjun's eyebrows furrowed. “You seem pretty excited about this... Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I am.”

There was a beat of silence.

Jeno shrugged. “I’m in.”

All but Mark repeated “me too.”

You felt his grasp slightly squeeze your hand before he exhaled. “Alright.”

[nanaskitten]

MTL to have a dacryphilia kink

Haechan

Jaemin

Renjun

Jeno

Mark

Jisung

Chenle

Haechan and Jaemin

they both come across to me as 2 who would looooove to tease. would love domming u in bed and absolutely loves making u cry.

Jeno, Mark and Renjun

I dont think they'd be super into it but I don't think they'd hate it either. sometimes after a rough day seeing u cry over their dick is the cherry on top.

Jisung and Chenle

I have no explanation. I feel like they would freak out. Chenle to a lesser extent but it wouldn't exactly turn him on either.

[jukipptx]

not smut, but suggestive??? just so you know 😉😘 this one is so me coded, it’s almost smut but as if your best friend was narrating to you her first experience ever??? ok here i go 🥶🥶🥶

ok so you’ve been dating renjun for almost a year now, it’s been like 9 months, so renjun was starting to get desperate to the point of crying, but he would neeeever tell you because he was afraid that you would be scared and run away and never talk to him ever again. but you oooobviously noticed, he was a man at the end of the day 🙄🙄🙄 so you could not only tell, but you could sometimes feel 😵‍💫 his desperation. you could tell on the way his kisses became more passionate, the way he was using his tongue 😋 the way he would hold the back of your neck with such need, the way he would pull you to his lap and 😵‍💫 move under you 😵‍💫 his breathing got all troubled and stuff, he even moaned on your lips once. it was so obvious renjun omg!!!! so at this point you were only waiting for him to break. you were sure he would sooner rather than later, but he just didn’t. he was strong for sure!!! so you started to take the matter into your own hands.

you invited him over to “watch a movie” laaaaate at night, you put on your shortest thinnest pajama shorts and some perfume before he arrived, looking the cutest he’s ever looked. you almost felt guilty because he looked so cozy and ready to sleep. when he arrived you were already waiting for him on the sofa with the popcorn, a blanket and everything, so you just signaled for him to sit next to you. he took off his shoes at the door and started waddling towards you 😭😭😭 (renjun i’m so sorry, i know you’re trying to act all cute and innocent, but)

“come sit baby.” you patted on the place next to you. and he did, he threw himself and rested his head on your shoulder. you wasted no time though…

“what are we watch-“ you kissed him to cut him off. he opened his eyes suuuuuper big, but eventually kissed you back. he also noticed that you were kissing him deeper that usual. “baby” he mumbled in between kisses. “baby, baby, stop.” he pushed you lightly, but you were not stopping. you wrapped your arms around his neck and started to slowly get on top of him. you pulled his hair slightly because you knew that would be enough to get him going. he sighed on your mouth and you couldn’t help but smile. “stop!!!!” he broke the kiss and threw his head back. he put the back of his hand in his forehead as if checking if he had a fever 🙄🙄🙄 and then fanned himself with his hand. “baby, you need to stop, i’m going crazy” he held onto your shoulders and shook you a little.

“you can go crazy.” You started kissing again and he moaned into your mouth. he held onto your waist, it seemed like he was about to give up, but there was still a little bit of shame inside him. he broke the kiss again and held your face with both of his hands.

“are you sure?” he whispered almost. his eyes still innocent but with so much desperation on them already.

you didn’t answer, you just shifted on top of him, trying to get comfortable, but that made his eyes twitch and close and he gulped and had to take a deep shaky breath. he was getting so horny omg 😫😫😫🙈🙈🙈 he held onto your waist to stop your movement.

“stop playing with me and answer. it’s not funny” he was trying to get so serious, but he couldn’t. you could see his chest rise and fall rapidly. his cheeks were this pretty shade of pink, his lips were all swollen and wet, and his hair was so messy already 😭

you didn’t answer, you just started kissing him again. he couldn’t stop gasping and trembling. gave him a little peck on the lips, then one on his jaw, just to tease him, then on his earlobe, and that’s when he couldn’t hold it anymore.

“i’ll take that one as a yes.” first thing he did was he removed your claw clip from your hair, then he took your face in his hands, this time more harshly, running them through your hair afterwards, and started kissing and biting and licking your mouth 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he went to your neck next, but he regretted that so much because that’s when he actually went crazy omg 😳 it didn’t feel uncomfortable to you, it felt sooooo good, but the kisses on your neck made you shift and move and squirm on top of him, which you know… it gave him some sort of friction which he definitely needed. he was moaning more than you, and you thought “hmmm weird, i’m the one being kissed” but the evident bulge on his pants gave you the answer slalandmsoaoandbd 😫🥲🥶🥶🥶

so you stopped moving for the sake of innocence and love and respect, but you were surprised when he held onto your waist and moved upwards himself.

“don’t stop please” he whispered in your ear, he was almost whining. “you did this on purpose, didn’t you?” he was pulling on the waistband of your tiny shorts, desperately trying to put his hand inside. you took his hand and brought his fingers to your mouth because you kneeeeww what was about to happen so yeah. he threw his head back once again and closed his eyes tightly. you brought his head back just to make him watch you lick his lips. he then, in between gasps and shaky breaths, kissed your cheek so adorably???? like why???? you chuckled and then you let go of his fingers.

you got close to his ear, shifted once again on top of him making him groan, loudly this time because he couldn’t hold it in. “yeah, I did it in purpose.” he just gave you a cheeky smile before you know, going absolutely crazy maniac sexy starved frustrated mode.

[markicantwait]

So excited for this comeback, it just look amazing.

[huang-minjisu61]

Wild Flower

Feat°Huang Renjun

Late in the night, about 11:00pm..Renjun lay wide awake next to your resting figure .

He couldn't recall the last time he was this restless...considering the fact that he tired himself daily at work .

Sleep came easily to him but clearly today was not that day.

He contemplated waking you up as the night continued on but he knew he would regret doing so.. Especially when you looked so calm and peaceful.

Renjun couldn't fathom how you were to sleep when your phone was buzzing with malicious comments from his supposed " fans".

He hated even calling them that.

Ever since he saw the things they said about you ,sleep was no longer something easily accessible to him.

He wondered how you could laugh so contagiously when the comments flooded your phone daily.

How could you smile so vibrantly when all your phone was full of was hateful opinions about that same smile?

How could you still be the perfect person that you are when they hated your very existence?

To him your perfection was beyond looks. It was the confident elegance you carried yourself with.

The occasional vulnerability that peeked out every once in a while.

Everything that made you the person you are, he just couldn't help but admire all it.

It was truly moments like this that he felt fortunate to gave found you.

To have found an ethereal flower like you. A flower that refused to harmed by the spiteful weather

A wild flower that chose to adapt and bloom on it's own.

[luvyeni]

SEX FASHION GUITAR — JAEMIN SMAU MASTERLIST

𐙚 pairings. rockstar!jaemin x stylist!reader

✧ genre. rockstar!au, fwb!au crack/humor, fluff, angst college au ( ? ), mutual pining

warnings. swearing, death jokes, eventual smut, jaemin is a fuckboy highkey, will add more if needed

synopsis. l/n y/n fashion major and photographer on the side who says what she wants, na jaemin music major and lead guitar player for underground band DREAM. After yn forgets her to change her account and says something that catches the eye of jaemin she tries to ignore him — expect thanks to chenle she now works for them.

characters. l/n y/n, na jaemin, 7dream, sieun ( stayc ) winter ( aespa ) ft. hanbin ( zb1 )

started. 04-01-2024

ended. 04-22-2022

authors note. been working on this for a minute and i can't wait for you guys to read it❤️

let me know if you want to be added !

( 🩶 ) ... LET'S PLAY !

0.) PROFILES

1.) nightmare fuel ...

2.) will you do it ? ...

3.) fuck elon musk ...

4.) not that bad 😆 ...

5.) down a peg ...

6.) fitting day📍...

7.) unfair treatment ...

8.) he's unsaveable ...

9.) 5 minutes until show time ... ( written )

10.) not to your face , no ...

11.) no need to fight it ...

12.) next time ... ( written )

13.) stay the night ...

14.) that random dude ...

15.) throwing me off 😐...

16.) how far are you willing to go ...

17.) nice guy ...

18.) bowling with hanbin ...

19.) maybe it's time ...

20.) let's end it ...

21.) hostility in the chat 😬 ...

22.) spiraling ...

23.) new york ...

24.) im sorry ... ( written ) ...

25.) best non-confirmed boyfriend ever ...

26.) y/n is better ...

27.) debut day ( im sorry pt 2. ) ...

28.) release party ...

29.) number 1 ! ...

30.) people really like us ...

31.) rumored ...

32.) next week ...

33.) music show ...

34.) so happy ...

35.) disney ass outfit ...

36.) he's mine ...

BONUS CHAPTERS !

1.) jaemin not having media training ...

2.) dreams first award ...

3.) the girls vs jaeminslvt ...

©️LUVYENI

[kj0ne]

Nct fic rec’s

A collection of some of my favourite fics i have read that are mostly nct but i may add some other groups!

Includes fics/series, smaus, oneshots,drabbles, headcannons and time stamps

S - smut | SG -suggestive | F - fluff

A - angst | M - mature

All credits to the writers! If you would not like your work on here please lmk!

*lm still new to posting on tumblr please lmk if anything is or looks wrong*

(Im a sucker for family au so please expect alot of that here 😅)

Nct wish are not included!

Nct 127

Johnny Suh

Lee Taeyong

Little taste of heaven | M,F,A - @taelme

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3

R U Ridin? | F - @writemekpop

Taeyong is a mafia boss, and he hides it from you... but what happens when his secret gets revealed?

[Newly added] BF! Taeyong in your camera roll | F - @angeliqueiguess

[Newly added] 12:22pm | F - @gyeomsweetgyeom

Nakamoto Yuta

Dad!Yuta | F - @jwirecs

[Newly added] BF! Yuta in your camera roll | F - @angeliqueiguess

[Newly added] Moonstruck | F - @zeroseuniverse

Kim Doyoung

Heaven, fallen | M,F,A - @wincore

6-7am | F - @nctinthehouse

You were beautiful | F,A - @jaelvr

[Newly added] 2:29pm | F - @gyeomsweetgyeom

[Newly added] BF! Doyoung in your camera roll | F - @angeliqueiguess

Jeong Jaehyun

Kim Jungwoo

Hard to say goodbye | F - @by-soleil

1:18pm | F - @gyeomsweetgyeom

Part 2 ⬇️

8:25pm | F - @gyeomsweetgyeom

[Newly added] BF! Jungwoo in your camera roll | F - @angeliqueiguess

Mark and Haechan in dream down below ⬇️

Nct Dream

Mark Lee

Huang Renjun

Beat you at your own game | F - @cafelattaes

y/n has a crush on renjun, who's not that great with people. despite his standoffish nature, she makes an effort to be friendly. but things take a twist when she starts to ignore him.

[Newly added] You ask renjun to teach you chinese, hoping to gather some courage to confess to your crush | F - @ddolbyong

Part 1 | Part 2

[Newly added] BF! Renjun in your camera roll | F @angeliqueiguess

Lee Jeno

Lee Haechan

Na Jaemin

Zhong Chenle

Park Jisung

Wayv

Qian Kun

7:16am | F - @theficblog

[Newly added] BF! Kun in your camera roll | F - @angeliqueiguess

Ten Lee

Just for the night | F - @mae-gi-writes

[Newly added] BF!Ten in your camera roll | F - @angeliqueiguess

WinWin

BF! WinWin in your camera roll | F - @angeliqueiguess

2:16pm | F - @winwintea

11:39pm | F - @honeymark

8:44pm | F - @gyeomsweetgyeom

XiaoJun

BF! Xiaojun in your camera roll | F - @angeliqueiguess

Hendery

Please save Mr. Fishy | F - @solaris-amethyst

You're a vet and he's pleading with you to save his goldfish since you're the only vet he's visited that hasn't asked him if he doesn't just want to go and buy another goldfish for three dollars.

BF! Hendery in your camera roll | F - @angeliqueiguess

YangYang

Drunken souvenir | F - @blue-jisungs

Sounds of strings | A? - @meiideryz

yangyang is a man who would completely back off from people his friends like, but not this one.

[Newly added] BF!YangYang in your camera roll | F - @angeliqueiguess

[Newly added] This Is An Emergency! | F - @sungbeam

Units

Nct 127

Baby 127 calling dad on tour | F - @phoxphenex

Nct dream

Moon and enthusiasm | F - @handlemehyuck

Baby dream calling dad on tour | F - @phoxphenex

Boyfriend texts | F - @handlemehyuck

Orange peel theory | F - @hyuckswoman

7dream nicknames for their partners | F - @swee7dream

Dream on dreaming | F - @diorcities

[Newly added] Waking up with dreamies | F - @lelengerine

[Newly added] Soft spot | F - @jisungchan

don’t believe in love, but no one makes me feel like you do 

when the moment hits them, that they’re in love with you

[Newly added] BF! Dreamies thinking reader cheated | A - @jwisun

WayV

WayV reaction to a pic of them sleeping | F - @tigermark

[Newly added] Making out with wayv | F,SG - @wayvchip

Misc

[Newly added] The serial lover | F,A,SG - @haechanhues

in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering.

[onlyforyoukook]

Forbidden Feelings

paring: haechan x fem¡reader

synopsis: college student haechan who has a crush on his best friend mark lee’s sister. whom by the way is COMPLETELY off limits to his friends.

genre: smau

3. THE WEDDING

masterlist - previous - next

taglist @beomgyusonlywife @foxy-kitsune

[jenosbigtoe]

MASTERLIST!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. nsfw 18+ blog

✰-smut ❆-angst ❀-fluff ♡-ongoing ❦-completed

*fics without a labelled word count are shorter drabbles*

requests: closed (rules for requesting)

thirsts still welcome :))

MARK

brother’s best friend ✰

succubus!reader ✰

mark doesn’t pull out… ✰

senior idol!mark ✰

RENJUN

fucking like bunnies ✰

bunny!renjunxbunny!reader ✰

best friend’s brother!idol!renjun ✰

JENO

brother’s best friend!jeno (2.4k) ✰♡ part 2 (tba)

jeno and jaemin love sluts ✰ part 2 ✰

alpha!jeno ✰

alpha!stepbro!jeno ✰

somno w/ stepbro!jeno ✰ part 2 ✰

housewife!reader ✰ part 2 with pregnant!reader ✰

puppyboy!jeno ✰

alpha!jeno hard thoughts ✰

nsfw links

toxic ex!jeno ✰

baby trapping sugar daddy!jeno ✰

strength kink ✰

poly!nomin ✰

jealous!alpha ✰

poly!nomin trying to hide sex over the phone ✰

best friends!nomin ✰

mirror sex w/ hubby ✰

HAECHAN

fwb!haechan (tba)

fwb drabble ✰

jealous!fwb ✰

freaky friday (tba)

brother’s best friend!alpha!haechan ✰

meanie!hyuck ✰

nsfw links

JAEMIN

catgirl!reader (6.0k) ✰❀❦

catgirl drabble ✰

jeno and jaemin love sluts ✰ part 2 ✰

jaemin’s chain ✰

jaemin loves messy pussy ✰

alpha!jaemin office au ✰

nsfw links

lubed up! ✰

pregnant wife ✰

lingerie ✰

pussy inspection ✰

poly!nomin ✰

cockwarming ✰

poly!nomin trying to hide sex over the phone ✰

biggest fangirl ✰

best friends!nomin ✰

CHENLE

mating press w/ best friend!chenle ✰

JISUNG

nerdy!jisungxbimbo!reader (3.1k) ✰❦

childhood best friend!alpha!jisung ✰

idol!jisungxmakeupartist!reader ✰

fwb!ji ✰

subby!jisungie ✰

shy ji hard thoughts: one two three four ✰

baby trapping newlyweds au ✰

sucking him off hard thought ✰

size difference ❀

7DREAM

mtl fwb

[4chensungs]

+18. mdni.

park jisung thinks that nothing can ever top the feeling of you cockwarming him.

you’d find yourself clinging to him on a random night when he’s free of schedules. plopping on his bed, cuddling him like he might leave at any moment. your arms wrapped around his torso and face resting on his broad chest, while his huge hands massage your bare legs that are on top of his own.

you’d tell jisung about your day, as he mumbles soft words as responses and plants kisses on your forehead. your boyfriend craves your affection and touch all the time and he’s very transparent about it. his kisses becoming more lingering, touches more intimate and needy.

“princess.” his deep voice calls you in the softest way.

you look up at him, eyes holding an almost innocent look. jisung holds onto your leg, carefully bringing your body to straddle his. “y’ know what i need, hm?” he smiles.

once you completely settle down on his lap, he grabs your arm to pull you closer, leaving no distance between your bodies.

you both smile as you shyly nod your head, mumbling a small “yeah” in response to his obvious question. your hands make their way to his nape when his left hand grabs your cheek, his lips meeting yours in the most gentle way possible.

you whimpered against jisung’s mouth, feeling the stiffness of his sweatpants poking your legs, along with the chills running through your body from his hands digging into the skin of your thighs.

“baby.” he pulled away from you with a small bite on your bottom lip, “let me put it inside. we can take it slow, no rush. just need to feel you.”

his eyes were shining with a very amount of lust, and who were you to decline his offer when you were starting to get needy too.

jisung cursed under his breath when you hovered over him, still with that cute smile on your face as you take off your shorts. your boyfriend eyes every step you take, afraid he might combust from the view of his princess being so pretty for his eyes only.

“you’re so beautiful, love. take these off for me.” he taps his lap and you obey, lowering his sweats just enough for his grey boxers to appear. you let out a chuckle when you see the growing erection, looking almost painful.

jisung frees himself from his boxers, using his own hand to help himself out, “come here, princess.”

“wanna suck you later.” you happily say, pushing your lace panties to the side.

he helps you on guiding your hips to align with his cock, “we can do that for sure.” a small laugh leaves his lips, followed by a low grunt when you sinked in. it was slow, the pain predominant at first but it soon turned into pleasure as he stretched you.

“fuck.. don’t move, just stay like this… fuck princess”, jisung’s head is in a haze, leaning against the headboard with his mouth hanging open.

when he notices your upper body clinging closer to him, as if seeking for his support and comfort, he’s quick to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers together.

“it’s okay, hm? feels good.” he reassures, leaving feather light kisses to each one of your knuckles.

you smile at your boyfriend, feeling him deep inside you and wanting nothing but to make this moment enjoyable for both of you.

you lean to hug him, which involuntarily leads to your back to arch a bit, his cock reaching deeper in places.

“ji.” your voice echoed in his ear as you kissed his cheek. jisung’s hand that wasn’t on your hips make its way to your neck, pushing your hair aside, “you feel so fucking good, baby. god, i could stay like this for the whole day.”

and he really did stay inside you for the rest of the night.

you were still in the exact same position two hours later, as he was now playing games in his computer and you were simply just sitting there on his dick.

jisung’s gaze occasionally flicked down to where you two connect, and he couldn’t help but raise his pelvis a bit, seeing how he’d disappear and appear in your velvety folds.

he also made sure to cum inside you after the session ended tho.

[lowkeychenle]

Like We Just Met [ZCL] (M)

Description: Everything else about the day is completely normal when Chenle realizes he wants to marry you. It hits him like a tidal wave, and he's itching to tell you just how much he wants to love you forever.

Genre: Fluff (literally SO MUCH FLUFF we love Chenle in this house go away if you don't) // Smut

Content Warnings: Explicit unprotected sex (it's actually sweet this time am I feeling okay), talks about marriage etc etc. Nothing really dark or upsetting in here.

Word Count: 11,292 (y'all I have no idea how this happened...)

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (feat. the rest of the Dreamies)

ISTJ 7Dream Series Masterlist

Juliet's Masterlist | Requests/Tell me what you think of this plz <3

Tag List (open for ISTJ 7Dream Series): @kunvibing

Author's Note: Lowkey? This was so fun because it's from Chenle's POV...or it's supposed to be haha. This is probably my favorite fic I've ever written catch me crying in the corner...also this gif don't mind the real tears in my eyes

Nobody questioned Renjun when he said he’d invited his friend to dance practice. They brought friends in every now and then, so it wasn’t anything new. Chenle was having a bit of an off day. He kept screwing up the choreography (that he’d done seven hundred times probably in the past week alone) and even accidentally elbowed Jaemin.

Renjun’s friend had yet to show up. Chenle was beyond frustrated with the way things were going, so he let everyone know he was taking a break. He grabbed his water bottle and stomped out of the practice room.

He ended up a bit down the hallway, resting his back on the wall with his eyes closed. All he needed was a break. That had to be it.

“Are you okay?” a soft voice asked.

When he looked at you, he recoiled a bit. He’d never seen you before—he’d definitely remember—but something about you felt familiar. Like a warm aura surrounded you and infiltrated him in the best ways.

“You’re Chenle, right?” You tilted your head at him. “I’m Renjun’s friend, (Y/N). I was supposed to watch practice, but I got lost. This building is pretty big.”

“Yeah, I’m Chenle.” He blinks at you a couple more times. “Um, we’re always in the same practice room. I’ll take you over there.”

“Actually, is there a place to get some water? I forgot mine at home.” You scratched the top of your head and scrunched up your nose. “It was really hot outside.”

“It’s on the way.” He gestured down the hall with his head.

You followed him without hesitation. He was acutely aware of every step you took, of how there was only a few feet between the two of you. Even though he had no clue what to say to you, you didn’t mind walking along in silence. It was unlike him to be shy. Next to impossible for him to be starstruck.

“How long have you known Renjun for?” he asked. And why the hell had you not come around sooner?

“Oh.” You took a deep breath and pursed your lips in thought as Chenle stopped to grab you a water bottle from the kitchen. “Four years now? Five? His family knows mine, so when I came back here, his parents told him he had to help me find my way around.”

“Well, today’s pretty laid back,” Chenle explains. “We’ll probably practice for another hour or two and then go home. We’ve been at it all day.”

You hum in response, opening the cap and taking a sip. “Thank you for this. Sorry to keep you from practice.”

“Don’t be. I’m ready to get the hell out of here.” Chenle chuckles, gaze drinking you in when you’re distracted by your water. “And…they can be a little…much at first. But they’re all great people, so you’ll be fine.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m nervous.” You narrowed your eyes at him playfully.

He bit back a smile, pressing his lips into a thin line instead. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Renjun has given me plenty of warnings,” you tell him.

He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t taken you to the practice room yet. The two of you stood in the kitchen, but he knew the second you were with everyone else, the conversation was over. He didn’t want to stop talking to you, and that odd feeling of warmth settled into his chest.

“Like what?” Chenle raised his eyebrows.

“He said you’re cranky and mean.” You smiled at him, and he swore he was almost knocked off his feet. There was something about you that drew him in.

Chenle made a mental note to scold Renjun later, but he’s not necessarily wrong…he was cranky until he saw you.

“Well, in that case, what he said about everyone else is probably accurate, too.”

“You don’t look cranky,” you interjected. “You’re not mean either. Mean people don’t get strangers water bottles.”

“I’m mean to Renjun. And Jisung.”

“They’re your friends. You get a pass for your friends.” You slid one of your hands into the back pocket of your jeans, rocking on the balls of your feet as silence befell the room.

“They’re waiting for me,” Chenle says. “We should go.”

You nodded in agreement and followed him. He sulked a bit when the other members were introduced to you. They were all nice—because they always were—but when it came time to get back to practice, he found himself gravitating toward you several times.

Nearly every time he looked at you, you were already looking at him, too. Maybe it wasn’t just him that felt the weird tug. He hoped it wasn’t.

After they wrapped everything up, Chenle sat against the back wall, feeling so heavy as if he could fall asleep right there. He was exhausted.

Jaemin, Jeno, Donghyuck, and Mark were already on their way out the door, leaving Jisung to slump next to Chenle and Renjun to talk with you. Jisung noted how he was watching you, but he didn’t say anything right away. He drank his water and stayed quiet.

You said something to Renjun, who smiled at you and nodded. He headed for the door and waited for you outside. When Chenle realized you were coming over to him, he shot a worried glance over at Jisung.

“Would you look at that?” Jisung cleared his throat. “Time for me to go.”

Before Chenle could even grab him, Jisung was halfway to the door. Once you were in front of him, you sat down and crossed your legs.

“You did really well today.”

He chuckled. “I think that’s the worst I’ve done this comeback season.”

“Then you’re in pretty good shape.” You shrugged, picking at the seam of your jeans. “I wanted to thank you. For helping me earlier.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal,” he said. “You’re Renjun’s friend. Of course, I’d help you.”

“Right.” You brushed your hair over your shoulder and prepared to stand up. “I should go—”

“Will you be coming back?” The question shot out of his mouth, sending a blush to his cheeks in response.

“I’m not sure,” you told him. “That’s up to Renjun I guess. It was really cool to see how passionate you guys are.”

“Let me give you my number.” Chenle grabbed his phone from his pocket. “Um, just in case you get lost again. And need help finding the room.” He cringed at himself, hoping he wasn’t going to get rejected.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You gave him the tiniest smile, but it made his heart flutter anyway.

He handed it to you with the contact app open. You didn’t even hesitate to type in your name and number. After, you sent yourself a text, and Chenle heard it ring in your back pocket. You gave it back to him, grinned, and left him sitting there in shock.

He couldn’t choose between staring at you as you left and looking down at your contact open on his screen. His stomach twisted with nerves, but the second he saw the smiley face emoji you’d put next to your name, he already knew.

You were going to be someone to him.

Mark drops something in the kitchen, snapping Chenle out of it. He looks at you, and you smile back at him. With you pressed into his side and your legs over his lap, he can’t help but grin right back.

His hand rests on your thigh, thumb sliding gently back and forth as he presses a kiss to your temple. He’d never get used to this.

After returning from the kitchen, Mark allows the game to resume. His nose scrunches as he glances between you and Chenle. “That’s a weird ass question.”

“Not weird.” Chenle shakes his head. “Critical thinking, Mark, you should try it.”

“Oh, be nice.” You shove his shoulder.

For a while now, Chenle has felt his feelings growing more than he thought possible. He’s already in love with you (thankfully, since you’ve been together almost a year now), but something about you lately has him on a whole other level. Even then, he’s not sure what it is. He decides he’ll ride it out for a while and see where it takes him.

“Why would you ask your girlfriend what year she’d take a time machine back to? Shouldn’t she be like…happiest now?” Mark asks, sipping on whatever mixed drink he’d prepared in Chenle’s kitchen.

“You’d think.” Chenle snorts, leaning back against the couch and throwing his arm around you.

“He asks me questions like this all the time,” you tell Mark. When you steal a glance at your boyfriend, his breath catches in his chest.

What the hell is going on with him lately? He can’t concentrate around you (even more than usual) and every tiny thing you do has his heart hammering against his ribcage. Soon enough, he’s sure you’ll both hear the bones crack.

“Has anyone, by chance, ever told you two that you’re gross?” Mark chuckles to himself and leans back in the recliner. “Some of us are single and lonely, you know.”

“Some of us will never be that again,” Chenle shoots back.

“Oh, you two are the worst.” Your laugh echoes pleasantly in his ears, and he subconsciously leans closer to you.

“I am curious what your answer is, though,” Mark interjects. “Since Chenle’s so sure.”

Chenle takes a sip of his own drink, nearly cringing at the bitter taste dragging down his throat. He’s not much of a drinker—social at best. But he can still appreciate the buzz and the hazy happiness that comes with it. You take his hand that dangles over your shoulder, twirling the friendship ring wrapped around his middle finger. The action is so, so simple, yet it makes his stomach turn.

If he doesn’t figure out what the hell’s going on with him soon, he’s gonna have to separate himself from you.

“Well, you’re right.” You shrug, shuffling closer to Chenle. “This part of my life has definitely been the best. But if I could go back to any time, it would probably be when we met. You only get to meet Zhong Chenle once in your life, dude. I’d do it over and over again if I could. The second I saw him, I knew he would be important to me.”

Chenle thinks back to the moment he first saw you. The way he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you like an actual child or the way he took in every detail of you to store in his mind forever—just in case he never got to speak to you again. He pauses, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he analyzes your answer.

Mark groans. “That doesn’t count! That was last year.”

Grabbing the pillow next to him, Chenle throws it at his friend. “Leave her alone, it was a good answer.”

But when he contemplates that thought, he’s not sure he understands what you mean. His ears burn, the tips of them turning red as he recalls how embarrassingly nervous he was around you all the time. How awkward all of your firsts together were. Everything now is so much better than back then.

Not to mention he’s looked at you the same way since that first night. His feelings for you have grown, sure, but those butterflies he used to get still torment him just about every time he sees you smile.

“Why?” Chenle finally asks.

“You were so cute,” you hum, shifting closer to him. “Everything made you nervous. You almost keeled over in embarrassment when you asked to hold my hand.”

Mark laughs, and Chenle sends a glare his way. No part of that is even anywhere near funny.

“Okay, it's your turn.” Mark gestures at you.

Chenle resists the urge to reach over and touch your face. Usually, he’s so much better about being so clingy in front of his friends and, while he would prefer Mark not seeing this side of him, he couldn’t care less when his gaze is locked with yours.

“Cool.” You nod, taking a sip of your drink. “Both of you. Hypothetical situation. Let’s say you’re drunk. You walk into a room and everyone you’ve ever loved is in there. Like…loved. Who are you going to?”

“Dude.” Mark’s jaw drops. “That’s such a shitty question for me.”

“You’ll live,” Chenle replies. “Just romantic love?”

“All of it. Platonic, romantic, family.” You purse your lips in thought.

Chenle doesn’t have to think about it. Not really. He’d rather get struck by lightning and then hit by a bus right after before admitting that so easily in front of Mark. In this case, it’s always been you. From the second you spoke to him for the first time, he was irrevocably yours. 

“You.” Chenle watches your eyebrows raise.

“Be serious,” you say. “Your parents are included in that.”

“I’m serious. You.” Chenle chuckles.

You give him a pointed look, but that’s when Mark cuts in.

“No, he’s for real. Like…that legitimately happened.” Mark leans forward, elbows digging into his thighs as he rests his head in his palms. “Do you guys not remember?”

“What are you talking about?” you ask him, frowning.

Chenle remembers. Barely, and it’s a bit foggy, but it comes back like a baseball bat upside the head as Mark starts telling the story.

Chenle’s birthday party last year. The night was barely halfway through and he was drunk enough to be stumbling over his feet. He’d heard you were coming, but he had yet to see you. Even when every other feeling was numbed by the tingling sensation the alcohol left behind, his craving to see you was all that remained. 

Mark walked next to him, having a full conversation with himself since Chenle was so fog-brained. As much as he loved Mark, there was only one person he wanted to see. Everyone he knew and loved was here—his parents, the rest of his group, and Jisung had somehow forgotten to uninvite Chenle’s ex.

He only ever dated one person before you, but he wasn’t sure he ever loved her. Regardless, there she was. Even with her standing across the room from him, he kept waiting like a lost puppy.

When you walked in, he swore the whole world stopped around him. Everyone but you was moving in slow motion before they eventually faded into nothing, darkness that was emphasized by the light you were. His breath caught in his throat, and he stopped walking.

Chenle couldn’t form a coherent thought while he stared at you, drunken stupor making it so much easier to forget the embarrassment. Mark watched him curiously as Chenle made his way over to you. He refused to waste any more time when he knew you were the one he wanted to talk to.

You had always been more confident around him than he was around you. Your face lit up when you saw him, wrapping your arms around him. He secured you in his grasp, breathing in the scent of your hair and the perfume you wore.

“Happy birthday.” Your voice is muffled a bit by his T-shirt. “Sorry I’m late, took a bit longer to get ready than I thought it would.”

He knew he should’ve let you go. People were starting to notice the way he was clinging to you, and not even being drunk could excuse that behavior. He was about ready to tell everyone except you to leave. Nothing else mattered. If he could spend his birthday with you, it would be the best one yet.

It’d been two months since Renjun had introduced you to the rest of them. Which means, he’s only known of your existence for two months, and you already command so much of his brain matter that he can’t think of anyone but you. Great.

He finally (reluctantly) let you go and led you over to the rest of the group. Nobody said anything when he made Mark scoot over so you could sit next to him. Nobody questioned it. His parents would ask him about it later, but until then, there was no reason for him to worry. After all, his crush on you was the most obvious thing in the world, so it was only a matter of time before you found out about it.

By the end of the night, he hadn’t spent enough time with you. People were starting to shuffle out, but you stayed, chatting with Renjun until only four remained. Chenle’s parents had gone to bed long ago. You were almost caught up to him on drinks, your laughs longer and your movements slower.

Under any other circumstances, he wouldn’t have been as brave as to walk up to you and ask you to stay the night. He didn’t mean it in a suggestive way, either. He just didn’t want you to leave yet.

“Chenle,” Renjun scolds, swatting his shoulder. “You can’t ask something like that so casually.”

“You want me to stay here? With you?” Your voice was higher than normal. Chenle accredited it to the alcohol raging in your system.

“I like when you’re here.” Chenle nodded. “You make everything calm.”

Renjun scrunched up his face, slamming his forehead into his palm. “(Y/N), you should probably go home—”

“No, it’s okay.” You brushed him off. “I’m okay with staying.”

Oh, he was in love with you. There was no other explanation for the way his heart skipped a beat when those words came out of your mouth.

Chenle doesn’t remember the rest of that night, but he does recall waking up next to you in the morning and freaking out. Alcohol made him brave, but it didn’t save him from the red-hot embarrassment of the next day.

“I didn’t even realize…” you trailed off, a small smile forming on your face. “You picked me.”

“I’ll always pick you,” Chenle responds easily, like second nature.

Mark decides it’s time for him to leave, but Chenle’s mind is still reeling with memories. With all of the firsts you said you wished you could relive. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t figure out what the fuck this feeling is. As the two of you climb into bed, he’s so distracted, he can’t fall asleep, even with you curled into his chest.

“(Y/N),” Chenle groaned when he saw you in the practice room mirror. “You gotta stop showing up here if you don’t want me to fall in love with you.”

It was a joke. Sort of.

“Right, and let you forget to eat? I think not.” You fought back every time, unphased by the way he so casually admitted he’s starting to fall for you.

At least, that was his idea of admitting it.

You walked over with the bags in your hand, sitting down on the practice room floor next to him. 

“I haven’t even been here that long,” Chenle defended himself. “I would’ve eaten after I left.”

You unloaded the contents, opening boxes. “I can go if that’s what you want.”

“Not what I said.” For some reason, he felt a sudden burst of courage. He’s known you for four months at this point, and something about today felt…right. “I was serious, you know.”

“About what?” You grabbed the drinks from the carrier.

“You.”

“What?” You recoiled, looking at him in confusion.

He contemplated telling you to forget it. That it didn’t matter, and thank you for the food instead. If you didn’t feel the same way for him, he’d be devastated. And then you’d leave him for good and take all the food with you. He was starving.

“If you keep doing nice things for me, I’m gonna fall for you.” As if he hasn’t already.

You paused, but Chenle didn’t miss the blush on your face. Clearing your throat, you looked away from him and took a deep breath. His fists clenched as he awaited your rejection, but the longer the silence stretched, the more he felt you might want him to.

“Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it,” you finally said and brushed your hair behind your ears. Reaching forward for the food again, you gave Chenle a shocked look when he grabbed your wrist.

“You’re right. I’m not going to fall for you. I already did.”

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening as his words settled in the air around both of you. With his heart racing, he released your wrist and intertwined your fingers instead.

“I really, really like you.”

“You should really eat your food before it gets cold.” You pulled your hand from his and pushed the box closer to him.

He stared blankly at the wall, noting the sudden chill on his skin that you left behind. A sinking feeling encapsulated his chest, and he knew he ruined everything. You looked like you were ready to run.

“Forget I said anything,” he told you. “I’m sorry if that was weird.”

“Eat,” you commanded again. “I’m not talking about this with you until I know you’ve eaten. If you don’t, we’ll go off on a tangent and you’ll be starving all night.”

“Does that mean you—”

“Yes, Chenle.” You interrupted him. “Yes, I really, really like you too, which is why I want to make sure you eat.”

At that moment, Chenle realized that if he walked outside and randomly dropped dead, he’d be okay with it now that he’s gotten that confession out of you. There wasn’t a damn thing that could top that. Everything else in life would be subpar to today, so there was no point in trying.

You and Chenle ate in silence. He kept stealing glances at you, catching you doing the same to him. If all he had to do in order to get you to talk about your feelings with him was eat, he’d do it, albeit probably a bit too fast for his own good.

Chenle runs his fingers through his hair, his thumb tracing gentle shapes against the bare skin of your arm. These memories have no business popping up in the middle of the night. He has practice tomorrow. He’ll be so off his game, the other members will want to kill him.

Usually, he has no problem falling asleep, especially with you right beside him. Over the past year, you’ve probably spent more nights with him than you have at your own place. He teases you for it all the time, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Closing his eyes, he listens to the soft sounds of your breathing and allows himself to feel the way your body slots with his so easily. Everything about you is perfect. About the two of you together. He would toss and turn, but no way is he going to disturb you. Even if he can’t sleep, he’d never screw up your schedule on purpose.

“It’s so pretty.” You were in awe, staring at the sunset from Chenle’s backyard. He’d set up a picnic date for the two of you, and afterward, you were watching the sun fade below the treeline while lying on top of a red blanket.

His fingers were intertwined with yours, something that had become so normal for you. Two weeks since his confession, and it was the second date he planned. He wondered, obsessed over, even, what your thought process was on all of this. Were you happy? Did he make you happy?

He wanted to kiss you when he confessed to you. And while he came close to it on your first date, he decided against it. It had to be perfect. Nothing was good enough for you in his mind, especially when all he wanted was to make sure you knew just how he felt about you.

How was he supposed to tell you that?

He’d already said he fell for you, but that didn’t begin to cover it. Not really. You made him want to put in effort, made him crave your happiness like it was the very oxygen he breathed. At the same time, he didn’t want you to think he didn’t want to kiss you. Hell, he’d already dreamed of it, for fuck’s sake, so that definitely wasn’t the issue.

Lost in thought, he’s only snapped out of it by the way you rolled over, lying on your stomach so you can get a good look at his face. You rested your head on your right palm, your left finding his bicep.

“You’re so perfect,” he hummed, twirling your hair with his fingers. “Could look at you forever.”

“Some people might have an issue with that.” You laughed.

“We’re the only ones that matter,” he responded.

Your smile slowly faded, a look of longing replacing it as your gaze softened.

God, he wanted to kiss you. He needed to.

All thoughts of the perfect moment have fled from his brain. Any moment would be perfect as long as it’s you.

He sat up and you leaned forward, and before he knew it, his nose brushed yours. Your eyes fluttered shut in preparation. The heat of the sun sank into his skin. Your perfume wafted from you, intertwining with the air and suffocating him in the best ways. If he could pick one scent to smell for the rest of his life, it would be yours.

Was it normal to have these thoughts so early?

Why was he thinking of that right now? Literally the worst possible time.

“Can I?” he whispered, scared to ruin everything.

“Yes.”

As soon as the word left your mouth, he kissed you. Everything about you was soft, so he shouldn’t have been so surprised to find your lips the same way. His hands shook as he touched your waist.

He was already in big trouble. There wasn’t a single part of him that wanted to stop there. His heart thudded so loud, he was halfway sure you could hear it, too. It felt like sparks flew between you two, absolute electricity coursing through every single one of his veins, heating up his bloodstream and making the thought of pulling away from you the absolute worst case scenario.

You moved away first, gasping for breath. Chenle craved tugging you back to him. His body reacted to you in ways it had never reacted to anyone else. He didn’t want to take it too far, but he sure as hell didn’t want to stop, either.

He couldn’t describe the way you felt. The way you tasted. Everything about you was so heart-achingly perfect, he wanted to experience you all the time. He wanted to rewind time so he could kiss you again for the first time, and he’d do it over and over and over again.

Something about first kisses set him on fire. He was absolutely sure he’d kiss you more. In fact, he was seconds away from it. But the adrenaline coming from the very first brush of your lips on his wasn’t something he’d ever be able to recreate.

“Again.” You leaned in once more.

He met you in the middle eagerly, hand finding the back of your head before he turned you so you were lying on your back. Half of his weight pressed against you, but he did his best to keep himself lifted up so you weren’t uncomfortable.

Unforgettable heat swarmed him, the sun caressing his skin as your fingers gently traced down the back of his neck. Goosebumps formed, but he could hardly pay attention to them. The entire world was gone, and you were everything, the only person remaining in a sea of nothingness. He wanted you. Needed you.

This was technically your second kiss, but in his mind, it was still the first since they happened almost at the same time. He hadn’t stopped to take a breath in much too long, but he’d rather suffocate than separate from you.

He stopped when your breath hitched, completely lost in the sound. When he wasn’t focusing on your mouth anymore, he realized why—his hand had somehow found its way to your upper thigh. His face burned as he removed it.

“I didn’t…” he trailed off, scanning over your face for any hint of what you were feeling. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

You chuckled at him, pushing his shoulder. “You wish that excuse would work on me.”

The sky faded into a beautiful lilac color, the kind that only appeared when the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. Clouds drifted effortlessly, stars beginning to shine.

“Should we go inside?” Chenle asked. “It’ll get cold without the sun.”

Whenever he looked at you, he knew you were different. He couldn’t place how, but nobody else had ever made him feel the way you do. Like his heart was going to burst out of his chest while simultaneously stopping and also skipping every other beat. He didn’t even know how he was alive anymore.

In the last two weeks since his confession, the boys had told him how much happier he was. How he was striving with more effort lately and trying his best at any given moment of the day. You were his motivation. You made him want to be the absolute best he could be, and even as new as the relationship was, he’d already known you for months—he was nervous about you deciding you wanted something else. Someone who wasn’t him.

The moment before replayed in his head, and he heard that breath hitch on repeat while he awaited your answer. He did his best to stop thinking about it, but nothing worked. All he wanted to do was kiss you again, over and over and over until the literal end of time.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Let’s go inside.”

His cheeks redden just thinking of that memory. The first time he ever kissed you, and he royally fucked up because his hand didn’t know how to stay put. At this point, it’s clear he’s not going to be able to fall asleep. He hates the idea of leaving you in bed alone, but he’s only going to disturb you if he doesn’t plan on sleeping.

Sliding away from you carefully, he quietly gets up and heads into the kitchen. He runs his fingers through his hair. His hands down his face. He must be sentimental today, because he can’t stop thinking about you for the life of him. Every memory from the last year pokes at his head, and he has no clue how to handle it.

Patting his cheeks, he heads over to the fridge to grab a water bottle. Photos of the two of you are framed up on the wall. There’s one picture in particular he always says is his favorite, but he refuses to tell you why.

The two of you were sitting on the floor, and you had the cutest glare on your face. He sees the adoration gleaming in your gaze even though you look about ready to strangle him. In your defense, you probably were. He lets out a tiny laugh, tracing over the frame. 

There’s even one with Chenle between you and Jisung, and a group picture with you and the boys. Chenle loves his friends dearly, and the way they’ve welcomed you with open arms says a lot about both your relationship with them and his potential future with you. Everyone in his life loves you. You’re the one they call when Chenle’s upset or if he’s off his game, and no matter when or where this is happening, you show up to make him feel better.

He could be having the worst day of his entire existence, and a simple ‘I love you’ passing from your lips has him forgetting everything shitty about the world. Looking back at the pictures, he’s drawn back into memory.

He heard the birds outside his window before he saw the gleaming sun. His eyes fluttered open while he groaned quietly at the sudden change of brightness. Your body was like a fireball, your skin searing hot against his, but it did little to bother him. His groan turned into a sigh of content, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter. Fingertips trailing down your bare spine, he kissed your forehead.

Three months together, and every night spent with you made him fall deeper in love. He’d never known peace as he did at that moment. No interruptions, just the two of you basking in each other’s embrace.

He could’ve stayed like that forever—he wanted to, but glancing at the clock, he realized how close it was to noon. Jaemin would be there soon, and the last thing Chenle needed was him in his house when you were naked in his bed.

He reluctantly got up, dressing himself before grabbing some clothes for you. You have a drawer, multiple, actually, but he picked his own T-shirt for you to wear. When he made it over to you, you were stirring.

“You got up.” You pouted at him, staring at him through half-closed eyes. “And you have clothes on.”

Chenle laughed. “Sorry, love. Jaemin will be here soon.”

“It’s that late?” you asked.

Chenle nodded, setting the clothes down next to you. He kissed you softly, gently, a kiss so barely there it left you leaning forward to try to continue it. Cupping your cheek, he brushed his thumb along your skin.

You didn’t need help getting dressed, but he did it anyway. He loved the way you looked in his T-shirts, and even though it’s long enough to cover you, no way he’d risk it. Once you were finished, the two of you got ready for the day. You brushed your teeth together, he watched you brush your hair, and by the time you’re done, Jaemin was walking in the front door.

The three of you sat on the floor around Chenle’s coffee table, playing a game. He can’t remember what the game was anymore, only that you were terrible at it and that he loved winning.

Jaemin teased both of you the whole time, ruffling Chenle’s hair on multiple occasions. As much as he’d love to deny it, Chenle enjoyed that Jaemin liked the two of you together. It was almost like an affirmation, even if he didn’t need one.

Being the professional picture-snapper he was, Jaemin took the picture now hanging up on Chenle’s wall. You, with your arms crossed over your chest and a big pout on your face, and Chenle, smiling widely at you with such adoration in his eyes it should’ve been impossible.

“Lele?” Your soft voice breaks him away from his memory. He turns to you quickly, heart instantly halting in his chest when he sees his shirt on you.

“What are you doing up?” he asks.

“I was gonna ask you that.” You rub your eyes, feet shuffling on the floor as you walk over to him.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he replies and takes you in his arms with ease. “Didn’t want to bug you, sunshine.”

You don’t respond. All you do is bury your head in his chest and breathe him in. He runs his fingers through your hair, kissing the top of your head. With all the lights off, the only illumination is the full moon outside as it casts shadows on the ground. The faint blue makes you that much more ethereal to him.

“You okay?” he whispers.

“Mm,” you hum in response. “This is nice.”

Chenle smiles. “Yeah, it is. Always is.”

After a bit of silence and rocking you gently, an idea sparks. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, finding the playlist he made specifically for when he thinks about you, and sets it on the counter. You stare at him in tired confusion, but when one of his arms wraps around your waist, you catch on.

“What are you doing?” Humor is laced in your voice, but the sweet look on your face tells him his actions are making you happy. That’s his goal, constantly. All he wants is to make you happy.

“Checking something off the bucket list,” he replies, slowly turning you to the soft beat.

“Something’s missing,” you say as he twirls you.

He steals a glance at the way his shirt rides up your legs, showing just a peek of your panties beneath it.

“What?” he asks, pulling you back to him.

“Sing to me.” You place your hand on his chest.

His heart betrays him at that moment. It rages, and he knows you can feel it. Chenle sings in front of thousands of people all the time, but something about you is different. Something about you right now is different.

“What’s going on up in there?” You run your fingers through his hair. “You’ve been all weird today.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admits. “Everything. From the moment we met up until this…it keeps repeating over and over again.”

“Welcome to my world,” you replied, grasping his shoulders. You massage them gently as you sway along with the music.

The confession from you makes him smile. At least he’s not the only one doing constant circles in his head. He calms a bit, and when a new song plays, he sings to you. Your body immediately relaxes into his, as if every stress you’ve ever had has left you without hesitation.

Chenle loves to sing. He does it all the time, and he only wants to keep getting better. To have someone like you as his partner, someone who supports him endlessly and genuinely loves his voice…it’s unparalleled.

He’s not sure how long the two of you are like this, or how long he’s singing for, but song after song, all he knows is that you’re smiling. You’re looking at him with unmatched adoration in your eyes, pure love. Nobody else has ever looked at him in this way, and he doesn’t want them to.

He wants to stay here with you and watch you love him in ways he’s never been loved before.

He stops. His singing fades out, and he furrows his eyebrows as he finally, finally realizes what’s been happening to him. You tilt your head, able to ask him questions without saying anything. His chest feels like it’s going to burst.

You’re it. 

You’re everything, and he’s going to marry you.

He’s going to spend the rest of his life striving to make sure you love him as much as you do right now, if not more.

It seems like you feel it, too. Your face softens and you reach up to trace along his cheekbone. He leans into your touch, chasing the warmth like it’s the last time he’ll ever feel it.

“I…” He takes a deep breath, shaking his head slowly. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

“I know.” You grin so wide, Chenle almost thinks it’ll split your face in two.

“Good.” He brushes your hair behind your ear. “I hope I’m doing a good job in showing you that every day.”

You pause, hands trailing down from his cheeks to his shoulders. “I have never once doubted that you love me, Lele. Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“I promise you I’ve never felt better,” he replies. “Just checking in with you.”

“You do so much more than you realize. No matter how busy you are, you text me to tell me you love me or that you’re thinking about me. You practice non-stop with the boys but you still make an effort with me when you could easily use that as an excuse. There is not one thing I could ask for that you don’t already do.” You press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll never doubt you.”

“Sometimes I worry,” he admits. “You make me…want to be better. In every way possible. In my career, in my life, with you. And if I’m not being better every day, then I don’t deserve you.”

“Chenle.” You give him a pointed look. “When I think back to the first day we met, I remember how…how you acted from the first time you spoke to me. At the time, I really thought I was crazy, but I knew you’d be someone to me. You didn’t even know me, but you were so kind. And now that we’re here like this, you haven’t changed. There’s no getting better. You’re already the best.”

“How do you do that?” He chuckles, kissing your forehead.

“Do what?”

“Know exactly what to say.”

“That’s my special talent,” you tell him.

“We should get back to bed,” Chenle says, sleep weighing on him. “Meeting the boys tomorrow.”

He grabs his phone from the counter, his heart full and warm as he leads you back to his bedroom. This time, as he’s lying with you pressed to his chest, he’s able to fall into his dreamland.

Despite his lack of sleep, Chenle is full of energy the next day. He wakes up and makes you coffee just the way you like before sitting on the edge of the bed by your sleeping form. When he sets the cup on the nightstand, you stir, turning over to face him.

“You’re gonna be late,” you mumble, even though you have no idea what time it is.

Chenle chuckles, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “I’ll see you in a bit, okay? You can stay here if you want. Wanted to tell you I love you before I left.”

“Love you, too,” you say with a tired smile, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Drink your coffee before it gets cold. I’ll grab dinner for us on my way back.”

Walking away from you feels like someone’s trying to rip his heart out of his chest. You’re an extension of him at this point, and after his sudden realization last night, all he wants to do is spend the day curled up with you.

Luckily for him, his day passes by pretty quickly. He got a lot done today, and he was proud of that. You’d be proud of him, too. He’s itching to get home and tell you everything that happened. Staying true to his word, he picks up your favorite takeout.

He’s going to be honest with you about what was going on with him yesterday. It’s the right thing to do—and in a perfect world, you’ll feel the same way he does. He hasn’t felt this nervous since he admitted his feelings for you. Even though that side of him feels worlds away now, he remembers it like it was yesterday.

But the restaurant isn’t the only stop he makes.

He’s shaking by the time he gets back. Is a year really enough time? It is for him, but what if you think he’s insane?

When he arrives, he’s not expecting what you’ve done at all. The main lights are off, but a dim golden glow from the strips along the wall and the candles illuminate the room enough. He sets the bag down on the table, completely forgetting about the food as he searches for you.

“(Y/N)?”

“You’re earlier than I thought you’d be,” you tell him, walking out of his bedroom while still putting in an earring.

His throat dries. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words could ever justify the way you look right now. You put on a dress, one of his favorites, and he’s in jeans and a T-shirt.

You kiss his cheek. “I figured you deserve something nice to come home to.”

“You’re my something nice.” He wraps his arm around your waist. “Should I change?”

“We’re not going anywhere.” You shake your head. “Just relax and enjoy your gorgeous girlfriend.”

“Oh, I can get on board with that.” He allows you to lead him back to the table.

Once he’s taking the food out of the bag, he keeps stealing glances at you. You put in all this effort for him, and he knows how much work it must’ve been to hang up all these lights. The golden glow looks ethereal against your skin.

“Before we eat, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” He clears his throat to stop it from collapsing in on itself, but it doesn’t work.

“What’s up?” You set your elbow on the table and rest your head on your palm. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s perfect, actually.” He takes a deep breath, reaching to grab your free hand. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You bite back a laugh.

“You can’t make fun of me for what I’m about to tell you.” He gives you the most serious look he can muster, and you nod.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you reassure him. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I…I want to love you forever.” He gulps. “And when I think of everything we’ve gone through and been through together, I seriously can’t imagine ever trying to have anyone else fill this spot you hold in my life.”

You perk up a bit, gaze staring into his. God, he loves how interested you are in what he has to say. How you’re listening to him so intently. His thumb rubs over your knuckles as he tries to think of the words he wants to use.

“I want to marry you. Call me crazy if you want, tell me you hate the idea, that’s fine, but I had to tell you. We obviously can’t get married now, or probably any time soon because of my contract, but I want you to know that it’s what I want. It’s what’s going to happen if you want it, too.”

You clear your throat and cover your mouth with your hand, eyes welling. Chenle’s heart aches seeing this reaction, knowing you feel as strongly as he does. He reaches into his pocket and puts a small box on the table in front of you.

“It’s not the real thing. Not yet. But I want you to know how serious I am, because if I was able to marry you, I would’ve done it yesterday.” He opens it, revealing a simple band in it. “Subtle enough where people won’t ask questions, but we’ll know.”

“Chenle, are you being serious right now?” You sniffle. “This is a very cruel prank.”

“The guys and I sat down together today to write a song. I think you’ll love it, so when we record it I’m sneaking you a copy. Anyway, we were there for twenty minutes, and words were just flowing out of me. I wrote about you. About how you make me feel, and I think anyone who knows about us will understand that when they listen to the song.”

He pauses to swallow past the lump in his throat.

“I want you. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life proving to you why I deserve that. Let me put this ring on you, and this can be the start.”

You quickly wipe your face as you nod. He takes your left hand, grabs the ring out of the box, and slips it on your middle finger.

“One day, this will be real.” Chenle catches another one of your tears. “I love you. There is not one thing in this world that could change that.”

His heart pounds in his chest as he watches your reaction. He wants to touch you and kiss you after pouring his thoughts out to you, but he needs to make sure you’re feeling the same way. The last thing he wants to do is overwhelm you.

His palms are sweaty and he can barely sit still. You groan, giving one last aggressive swipe below your eyes before you launch up from your chair and end up in his lap. You bury your head in his neck, squeezing him tighter than you should. He instinctively wraps his arms around your waist, softly chuckling at your outburst.

“You better not change your mind.” Cupping both of his cheeks, you try your best to look angry. “If you do, I’m marrying you anyway.”

His own vision blurs at the sight of you. You love him as much as he loves you, and you want to be with him forever.

You want to be with him forever.

The emotions rioting inside him surprise even him, and he blinks quickly to try and suppress the tears. It’s no use, because as soon as you notice, you start crying again. He groans and drops his head back on the chair, squeezing you closer to him.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Chenle says.

“Kiss me, you idiot.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His mouth finds yours, both of you falling into each other’s rhythm. Saltiness from your tears lingers on your lips. He weaves his fingers through your hair, but no matter what he does, you’re just not close enough.

Pulling away from you, he rests his forehead on yours. “You should eat, sunshine.”

“You expect me to be able to eat after all of that?” You furrow your eyebrows. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

“You’ll be sad if it gets cold,” he reminds you.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be sad again,” you whisper.

All thoughts escape him. Nothing else exists except for you, wrapped around him like a damn koala bear. He rests his hand on your thigh and lets your words sink deep into him.

Moments like these are hard to explain, he thinks. He’s only like this around you, so lost in his connection with you that he’s got nothing else on his mind. Anything and everything you say to him is tattooed in the darkest ink on his soul, until he’s covered in everything he wants to be for you.

“Promise me you’ll always look at me like that.” You break the silence, running your fingers through his hair and smiling.

“I promise.” He nods, barely realizing how he’s leaning forward.

Your eyes flutter shut as he inches closer. He kisses you softly, almost as if he fears he’ll break you. His fingers splay out across the small of your back and he traces shapes into the soft fabric of your dress. You’re overwhelming. His love for you is, too. So much so, he feels as if he’s going to burst out of his skin. He’s going to wake up and everything will have been a dream, because there’s no way he’d ever done anything in his life to deserve someone like you.

You hum into his mouth, rolling your hips once. His breathing stutters as his first instinct is to lift toward you. At first, he wants to stay like this, you clinging onto him like you’d be lost without him, but when you grind down a second time, he feels a twitch in his pants.

It’s been over a week since the last time he’s been inside you thanks to his schedules. And now you’re on top of him, wearing his favorite dress of yours, and kissing him like you’ll never be able to feel him again after tonight.

He’s tired, but he’s never too tired for you. Brushing your hair away, he leans down to kiss your neck, licking the expanse of your soft skin. Your pulse thunders beneath his tongue, and he has to fight the urge to bite down.

Touching you like this is different when he knows he’ll never lose you. You’re his forever.

His lips press against the sensitive spot below your ear, and the short moan escaping you just about sends him up the wall. When he pulls away to get a good look at you, your eyes are dark, lips already swollen from the way he kissed you.

He tries to catch his breath while he silently asks you if this is what you want. You nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Standing, he lifts you up until your legs are secure around his waist, and he grabs your ass with one hand and the back of your head with the other.

Mouths attached, he doesn’t separate from you until he’s setting you down on his bed. He barely has time to appreciate the candles you lit in here, too, the soft scent of vanilla flooding his senses. You already try to push his T-shirt up, anything to feel his skin on yours. He obliges, pulling it over his head before returning to kissing you like his life depended on it. When your hands find the button on his jeans, he grabs your wrist.

“Patience, baby.” Chenle runs his fingers up and down your thigh. “We have the rest of our lives. Let me take my time with you tonight.”

Just like that, you’re putty in his hands. He smirks at the realization. Sneaking his touch up your leg, the hem of the dress moves to accommodate him. He stops when he feels the lace of your panties.

“Did you dress up for me twice, sunshine?” he hums.

“Always,” you say, shamelessly staring at his lips. “Do you love me, Chenle?”

His whole body vibrated from those words. They made him feel at a frequency he hadn’t quite reached yet, and all he wanted to do was rip that damn dress off.

“More than anything.”

He can’t really say it’s ‘like second nature’ anymore. There’s nothing second about it. This is you. Anything to do with you is first nature, no matter what it is. His world revolves around you, everything he does is based on what you want, and he wouldn’t change that in any way.

“Show me,” you whisper, so intoxicating he almost crumbles to his knees right in front of you.

How embarrassing that all it takes is two words to have him give in to you. He’s straining against his pants now, his cock aching to be free and buried inside you.

“Don’t worry. I will.” He kisses you again, soft and sweet like his hand isn’t so, so close to your dripping, eager core. Heat radiates from you, and all he wants is to be consumed by it.

He drags your panties down your legs, nails gently scratching your skin on the way down. Your chest rises and falls quickly as you try to regain your breath, but he loves the way you’re so desperate for him. The way you want him just as much as he wants you.

He doesn’t want to be patient anymore. Every cell in his body is urging him to connect with yours, but he wants to take care of you. That side of him always wins, otherwise both of you would probably be done already.

His finger dances along your entrance. He inhales sharply as your wetness coats his skin. You move your hips toward him, practically begging him for stimulation. He teasingly nudges your clit, pleasantly surprised by the way your body jolts.

Mouth brushing yours, he takes the second of distraction to slide two fingers inside you. As your lips part to release a moan, he mirrors the action, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly, slowly thrusts his hand.

Your walls squeeze so hard, he curses. He could fuck you a thousand times, and you’d still be as tight as you are right now. His heart goes straight into overdrive, but all the blood in his body is shooting down to his cock. He’s painfully hard, rocking back and forth gently.

He kisses you, lips working against yours in a perfect harmony. Your sounds are his favorite. He loves knowing it’s him making you feel this way, that he has the power to make your knees weak and your pussy throb.

He lets out a moan when he scissors his fingers, trying his best to prepare you. God, you’re so warm and wet and tight, he isn’t sure if he’ll be able to last long tonight. His pace quickens, sounds of your slickness filling the room.

You call out his name, back arching as you grasp desperately at his shoulders. He leans in and kisses your cheek, making sure to press his palm into your clit every time he’s knuckle deep. 

“You’re perfect, baby,” he whispers with his lips against your ear, voice rough. “I love you so much. So fucking much.”

You tense, pussy clamping down hard on his fingers as your hips buck. He swears he can see the pleasure running up your spine in the way you arch and shake. Your nails dig into his shoulders, but he’s not in the right mind to care. Your mouth opens, sounds pouring out as you finish. He loves you all the time, but one of his favorite looks on you is when he watches you orgasm—your face so overcome with pleasure he caused…he would never get enough of it.

He keeps moving until he’s sure you’ve come down from your high. When he brings his fingers up to his mouth to suck your juices off, you watch longingly, the dark look in your gaze enough to have his cock twitching in his pants.

You slide off the bed, forcing him to take a couple steps back. He’s not sure what you’re going to do at first. Your struggle to reach your zipper, and as much as he wants to bend you over with the dress still on, he wants to be gentle with you tonight. He doesn’t get to make love to you often, and that’s all he’s going to do tonight.

Instead of watching you attempt to reach it, he turns you around and pulls you to him until your back is against his chest. His hand is splayed out across your stomach, holding you so you feel how hard he is.

“I’m going crazy,” you mutter, dropping your head back. “I need you so bad.”

He moves your hair out of his way, kissing the base of your neck quickly before he unzips you. Moving slowly on purpose, he lets his finger drag along your spine on the way down. You shiver, pushing yourself back into him.

“I’m gonna make love to you.” He finally lets himself bite down on your shoulder as he nudges the straps down. “For the rest of our lives. Nobody but me.”

“Nobody but you,” you respond, allowing the dress to pool at your feet.

He turns you around, hands immediately finding your ass and squeezing it. Within seconds, he has your bra unclasped and across the room. “So beautiful.”

When your hands find his jeans, he doesn’t stop you this time. You push them down his legs, desperate to have him inside you. Once his jeans are off, you palm him through his boxers, and he needs you so badly, that simple touch almost finishes him off. That would’ve been embarrassing.

He takes off the remaining fabric separating you two before leading you over to the bed. You lie in the middle, and he climbs on top of you. He kisses you passionately, tongue already dancing with yours, both of you more than ready. His cock is so hard, he’s only half convinced he won’t cum as soon as he’s in.

He nudges your clit with his leaking tip, moving down to your entrance to apply just enough pressure before pulling away. You whine, desperate for more.

“Chenle, please.”

His head dips down as he continues teasing you, wrapping his lips around your nipple. You whimper, running your fingers through his hair. Having you so desperate for him makes him want to give you everything you’re asking for, but something makes him wait.

“Please,” you cry out, lifting your hips up. “Need you.”

He’s ready to fall apart from you words alone. Pulling away from your chest, he reaches down to line himself up with you. He watches you closely as he pushes his throbbing cock into your quivering pussy. Your eyes roll back as you arch into him.

Your walls swallow him, velvet clamping down on him. He clenches his jaw as he bottoms out and fists the sheets next to your head.

“So perfect,” he whispers, kissing your jawline.

One of his favorite things about you is how unafraid you are to look at him. Pleasure weighs on your eyelids, and you try your best not to close them, but even like this, you never look away.

He’s fully inside you, his cock seated within your fluttering walls. The last thing he wants to do is overwhelm you, so he gently rocks his hips to help you adjust. He kisses you everywhere he can reach.

“You always take me so well,” he praises you, nipping the base of your neck.

He’ll never get over how perfectly he fits between your legs, like this space was made for him.

“Move,” you tell him, smacking his shoulder.

He lets out a soft chuckle, but lowers his mouth to yours as he starts a steady pace. You squeeze him so tight, it’s like your body doesn’t want to let him out of you. He pulls out until his tip is barely inside, and then pushes back in just as slowly. It wreaks havoc on your body, your wetness squelching every time he moves.

He wants you to feel all of him. Feel the entirety of his cock rubbing your walls with every thrust.

Somehow, it’s hotter this way. A thin sheen of sweat covers his skin as he takes his time with you. Sure, he gets sweaty when he fucks you, but nothing compares to the close intimacy of love making—his chest brushing against yours with every thrust, long, sweet moans filling the otherwise quiet bedroom.

“You sing so pretty,” Chenle mutters, tonguing the sensitive spot below your ear. “You like the way I feel?”

Before he can even process what you’re doing, you wrap your legs around his waist and roll until you’re on top of him. He’s flat on his back, eyes flitting along your body like he hasn’t had a real chance to see it yet.

Candle light illuminates your skin, and the sight makes his cock twitch. He runs his hands along your sides, squeezing your hips.

Chenle likes being in control. He likes guiding you in a way that has you both in shambles by the end, and he truly underestimated how beautiful you’d look on top of him. You lift up, teasing him as slow as he was moving with you, but between the sight and the feeling, he feels an all too-familiar tingling sensation at the base of his length.

It’s too soon for him, so he decides to tug you down, holding you there while his eyes close and his head thuds against the mattress. He doesn’t need to say a word to you.

“Chenle.” You stroke a hand down his chest. “It’s okay. You don’t need to hold back for me.”

“Just…need a second.” He gulps.

When he finally catches his breath, he sits up, chest pressing against yours.

“This was supposed to be about you,” he says, moving back slightly to fit his hand between the two of you. “Showing you my love and everything.”

He finds your clit with his thumb, staring at you intently as your wetness makes it easy for him to rub circles. His other hand still firmly grips your waist, which only allows you to squirm instead of bouncing on him like you crave to do.

“I need to move,” you whimper, grinding down. “Please.”

He nods, loosening his grip on you. You brace yourself on his shoulders, finally taking his cock the way you want it. His nails dig into your thigh while he continues his work on your bud, and it only spurs you on. You move faster, no doubt trying to chase your orgasm.

His moans get louder, matching yours. If his hands weren’t so occupied, he’d want to squeeze your ass or tweak your nipples. Anything to bring you higher. He changes the patterns his thumb rubs, and it’s like a jolt of electricity runs through your body.

You curse, dropping your head on his shoulder as you nod. “Don’t stop, Lele.”

With both of you hanging so close to the edge, he waits until you’re sitting back down on his cock to buck his hips up. He doesn’t want to finish first, but he’s so close, all the warning signs of his impending high are getting far too real.

“Gonna cum,” he tells you, releasing your thigh to grab your ass.

Your walls clamp down on him hard, a long, pleasured sound escaping you as you grind down on him. Back arching, your head falls back. Your orgasm hits both you and Chenle like a freight train, and within seconds, everything inside him explodes, and he’s spilling his cum deep inside you while telling you over and over again that he loves you.

You crumple into his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, whispering praises to you between head kisses.

“I’m gonna lay you down, sunshine,” he says.

You nod, and he turns you so he can put your back on the mattress. He carefully pulls out of you, putting his boxers back on before going into the bathroom to grab you a towel. This is one of his favorite ways to see you. Your eyes are closed, hands on your cheeks. You look like he’s fucked all the energy out of you, and he loves that he has the capability to do that.

He cleans you up, then grabs a clean pair of panties for you and one of his T-shirts.

“I have an idea,” he says.

“What is it?” You wrap your arms around him.

“You pick whatever movie you want, and I’ll go warm up your dinner?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

You fake a gasp. “Are you saying you’re going to feed me in bed?”

“After all of that, I’d agree to just about anything you want.” He chuckles when you shove his shoulder. Grabbing your hand, he twirls the band on your finger. “Wait here for me?”

When he walks out of the room, he stops at the doorway to watch you excitedly lunge for the remote. It doesn’t take long for him to warm up the food, turn off the lights, and blow out the candles in the kitchen.

The rest of the night is spent with the two of you sitting against the headboard, laughing along to your favorite movie while eating your favorite takeout. So many thoughts have come and gone from Chenle’s brain in the past couple days alone, but he’s more than happy he gets to sit here with you every night for the rest of his life.

He’s lost in your laugh and the way you smile at him and how you make his heart race with the simplest things. None of the other members knew about the ring he bought you, but he’ll tell them soon.

After the food is gone, Chenle cleans it up. There’s still half a movie left, so when he gets back, he pulls the comforter back so you can cuddle up to him for the remainder. Even though the candles have long since been put out, vanilla still clouds the air.

“Love you,” Chenle whispers, kissing your temple.

“Love you, too.” You sigh in content, resting your head on his chest.

He knows that means you’re only seconds from sleep, and he rubs your arm soothingly. The movie continues to play, but neither of you are paying attention anymore—you’re asleep, and Chenle’s thinking about what kind of wedding dress you’ll wear.

[tenderlyrenjun]

ncttrinities drabble list

rules | fic m.list | fluff, smut/suggestive, angst

7dream

comforting

insecurities/jealousy

00 line sex toys

00 line picking up girls at the gym

jensung threesome

Mark Lee

golden hour

Renjun

Kinktober: anal

Jisung

arguing

personal trainer

playing video games

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Mark

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Jeno

CATCH | 2k words, Lycan!Jeno, Chase, Established Relationship, Smut, mdni

Haechan

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[2baabbies]

💖 1 bae 💖

hiii

I’m vey/baebi! I post smutty idol x reader fics under 2Babbies on AO3.

I’m a stay and a dreamzen/nctzen, so I mainly write poly content for stray kids and nct dream. I’m new to tumblr so please be patient with me uwu, but I want a space to interact more with my readers and find moots. I’ll probably keep my longer works on AO3 and then post ideas and drabbles here. I may occasionally crosspost though. 

basically all my content is nsfw so MINORS DNI! also please don’t repost my content! I work full time so I’m not always able to post consistently </3 I write my fics for fun and if you don’t like real person fiction then don’t read, thank you :)

I’m not great at writing drabbles but if you want to send requests or your thoughts, go for it! I’ll try my best to answer them 🫶🏻

💚 = nct dream

🖤 = stray kids

💜 = (g)i-dle

currently working on:

💚 someone new: mark x haechan x reader >>> 7dream x reader (25700 words, 10/? chapters)

last updated: 15/1/2024

💚 hey lovers: ‘00 line x mark x reader (9500 words, 4/10 chapters)

last updated: 9/1/2024

💚 rose hips: mark x haechan x reader (WIP)

💚 7dream hybrid au/sequel to heated (WIP)

🖤 fangs and claws: hyunjin x reader >>> felix x hyunjun x reader (27000 words, 9/? Chapters)

last updated: 6/1/2024

🖤 I wanna be yours (AM part 4): lee know x reader (WIP)

🖤 NFWMB: bangchan x reader (WIP)

💜 girls kissing hehe hoohoo (WIP)

finished works:

💚 heart eyes: mark x reader (3000 words)

💚 bloody love: mark x reader (3000 words)

💚 lover boys: ‘00 line x mark x reader (11800 words, 6 chapters)

💚 heated: 7dream x reader (9500 words)

🖤 stop the world (I wanna get off with you): i.n x reader (4400 words)

(and here on Tumblr)

🖤 knee socks: changbin x reader (4100 words)

🖤 snap out of it: felix x reader (6500 words)

🖤 you should think about the consequence: bangchan x reader x felix x hyunjin (7900 words)

(and here on Tumblr)

🖤 everybody wonders: bangchan x reader x felix x hyunjin (12700 words)

(and here on Tumblr)

series:

💚 lover boys

💚 7dream hybrid au 

🖤 AM 

🖤 Play ‘Taylor Swift songs to listen to and fall in love with Stray Kids over’