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snowball-doie · 23 days ago

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୨୧ Whiney Renjun ୨୧

| pairing: sub!Renjun x Dom!gn!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. NSFW link. Reader gets cuteness aggression for Renjun. Jerking off. Edging. Masturbation.

| wc: 2.3k

| aurora's note: welcome back, my sweet renjunnie <3

Renjun’s tendency to dress up nice for the airport never went unnoticed by anyone, honestly, but especially you. Every time he was leaving for something, he would wake up super early before he had to leave for his flight just so he could get all dolled up, and then whenever he would come back from his trips, he would be just as dolled up. You loved it. Watching him spend all that time getting ready, seeing the outcomes of his expensive fashion taste where he would be decorated in all kinds of pretty jewelry and sparkly makeup.

When your anniversary came around, Renjun was excited to spend it with you, until his company threw a schedule in Thailand at him for the weekend, leaving him with no time to see you like he expected. It was disappointing, truthfully. Spending your anniversary alone sucked… But things cheered up when you were scrolling through Twitter the following day to find pictures of Renjun circling around, everyone speculating where he was going alone and unscheduled while the other members of NCT Dream remained in Thailand for another interview they would have. You took note of his outfit. A loose, translucent black silk shirt that showed off his waist, and even his nipples; black slacks that hugged his ass and thighs well but were loose around his calves and hid his black leather boots. Honestly, people could’ve been fooled into thinking he was attending a funeral, if it weren’t for the fact that his shirt had a few buttons missing so that his long golden Chanel necklace was on display as it went down his heavage, mingling with other long gold chains and pearls. He looked handsome. But you didn’t understand where he was going, so you texted him an inquiry, asking if everything was alright. He didn’t reply. That was cause for concern, but you tried to believe that it was all because he was busy getting on his flight. Yeah, that was the answer.

You fell asleep while waiting for a reply from Renjun. It was an accident, you swear, so of course you were startled when you heard the front door of your apartment opening when, in your sleepy daze, you didn’t check your phone and immediately thought that someone was breaking in. However, just as you got up to find something to defend yourself with, you heard a familiar voice.

“I’m home!”

You froze. “Renjun?”

The sound of a roller bag being dragged across your apartment made you think about what happened before you fell asleep, how you saw those pictures of him at the airport, and that he never replied to your text… Was that why he got all dressed up? He left his schedules early to see you? Oh, you were gonna hurt him if that were the case— He knew better than to ditch work!

“Hi,” he greeted you with an excited bounce, his cheeks plump as his wide smile took over his face. “Happy anniversary.”

You jumped at him, flinging your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately while refusing to let go of him for even a millisecond. Renjun melted into your touch so easily. With his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, he let out a relieved sigh, his entire chest pressed against yours so that you could feel how warm he was, and how he was shaking with excitement. He must’ve missed you a lot if he was vibrating in your arms like that.

“How was your flight?” you asked, petting the back of his long hair.

He hummed a positive tone to tell you, “It was good,” without actually saying it. That just wouldn’t do. So you tugged slightly on the ends of his hair to force his face out of the crook of your neck in order to get a good look at his rosy cheeks before grinning at him. He was so fucking pretty. Whenever he got flustered and excited, his face got red, and his eyes got heavy-lidded, and his lips would inevitably curl into a smile that he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“You look cute today. What did you get dressed up for?”

Renjun bit his lip in an attempt to stop himself from smiling. “For our anniversary.”

Your hands drifted around his body, feeling the way he stiffened in response, his soft tummy tightening when you tickled him slightly, his back shivering when you traced his spine, and his nipples getting hard under his sheer black shirt. “Silly boy, showing yourself off to the world just to get my attention.” Using your thumbs, you teased the very nipples that were poking out. “Did you know I’d see the pictures of you at the airport?” Renjun nodded vaguely. “Is that why you ignored my text?” He nodded again, gulping in fear of what you’d do since he’d been bad. “Mmm… I see… Well, let’s get a look at what you brought home for me, yeah?”

Renjun shivered as you began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the long chains of his necklace— But then you froze. Hidden beneath his outfit was a golden torso chain that was decorated with all kinds of bright jewels to make it really stand out as it coiled around his shoulders, wrapped around his chest, and tangled down over his belly button. You let out a quiet moan at the sight. He was truly the most gorgeous thing you’d ever seen.

“When did you get this?” you interrogated him.

“Before I left, when I thought I’d be here for our anniversary.”

“Why?”

“For you.”

To hide his embarrassment, Renjun quickly smashed his lips against yours, his own hands daring to encourage you to touch him by grabbing your wrists and leading you around his chest, your fingertips drifting over his nipples to pry a moan out of him before he had you trace the gold chains. You moaned back.

“My pretty boy…”

Renjun whined, driving his hips forward in order to rub against your body— You smirked when you felt his erection against your leg. He really, really did miss you, and he hadn’t even been gone that long! Fuck, he was fucking adorable.

“Take off your pants, sweet boy.”

So Renjun obeyed. His lips parted from yours in order to give him space to look down as he undid his belt before unbuttoning his black slacks so that they could naturally slide down his legs and fall onto the floor. You hesitated at the sight. No underwear… And the best part was, he was hiding black lace tights underneath. He’d been out in public like that, paparazzi and fans following him through the airport in Thailand and Korea. You thought that the worst of it was the sheer top, but no… Underneath all that, a secret surprise just for you, as an anniversary gift, was him truly dolled up head to toe.

Slowly, you crouched down, neglecting his cock that was standing upright already, your focus stayed glued to his thigh-high tights. “So fucking pretty…”

When you started running your hands up and down his legs slowly, Renjun’s breath shuddered. He reached out to hold onto your shoulders. His hands shook against you, his breathing uneven, hips continuing to drive forward in the hopes that you would touch his aching cock. But you didn’t. Instead, you kissed his bare thighs just above his tights.

“Fuck,” he cursed through a shuddered breath.

“You need me this bad?” Teasingly, you pressed the pad of your index finger against his tip, pulling away slowly to see his pre-cum sticking to your touch in a string that slowly fell with gravity before it stuck to his thigh. “Needy boy.”

To your surprise, Renjun grabbed your wrist and lifted you back up to your feet for another kiss that kept you distracted while he brought your hand to his cock, guiding you to slowly drag your fist down from his tip to the base. He let out a whine into your mouth. While you weren’t exactly happy with him thinking that he could make you do what he wanted, you decided to give him that one victory because your reward was the pretty sounds he made. Renjun was the most precious thing in the world— The most gorgeous being, the only one capable of making you melt with cuteness aggression that had you stepping around him so that the front of your body was pressed to his back, your lips moving from kissing him to drifting along his neck. He shivered. The hand he put on his cock continued to jerk him off torturously slow, despite his attempts to jerk your hand faster, so he whined and struggled against your chest, but you reached around with your free hand to hold his torso still, your fingers playing with the gold chains decorating his body.

While Renjun stilled against you to show his obedience, you began picking up your pace, grinning at the way he pathetically whined and tried his best to not fight against you. His hands left your wrist to grab your thighs instead. It felt so good to have him kneading your own body while you got him off. Shit, maybe you should’ve done something more to surprise him for your anniversary… There were a few ideas you had in mind for gifts, but now you were second guessing yourself, knowing you had to go above and beyond for him. This was a good start. Having him in your arms, his cock throbbing for you, your name rolling off his tongue with a chorus of whines.

“Please, please, please, let me cum, please!” He fucked into your hand desperately, chasing his high until you suddenly pulled away with an evil chuckle. Renjun whined as his cock jumped desperately for some kind of friction to get him off. “No, please!”

“I’m sorry, sweet boy,” you faked an apology with a teasing voice. “I’ll let you cum soon, I promise.”

He shook his head with pleading eyes. Not another one. He didn’t want to edge anymore, he just wanted to cum for you. How could you be so mean to him?

But it was that looking exactly that convinced you it was worth it to torture him because he looked so freaking adorable in the process. His big, sad, pleading eyes… His hands struggling to stay clasped behind his back… His cock dripping pre-cum all over the floor.

When you could tell that his edge passed, you slowly returned to touching him, slowly jerking him off just to get that cute reaction out of him where he closed his eyes and fell forward slightly while moaning your name. Attaboy. Your good boy.

“I’m already close…”

“I’ve barely touched you.”

“I can’t take much more.”

“Here,” you said, taking his hand and leading it to his cock, “make yourself cum for me.”

Renjun whimpered once more as he wrapped his gentle grip around his base before slowly pumping back and forth while you continued to palm his tip. He didn’t hold back— Not like you did. While you had taken your time with him, finding it fun to tease and edge him, Renjun chased his orgasm as quick as he could because it felt so good after all that torture, and with you still behind him while you played with his sensitive nipples.

“Maybe we should get clamps for these.” You pinched them gently. “Have one of the pretty ones with a chain hanging between them to match the rest of you.”

Renjun whined with a nod of agreement.

“You’d like that?”

He kept nodding.

“What if I made you wear them under sweatshirts when we’d go out with your friends, hmm? They’d never know how dirty you are… That you like it when I play with you and embarrass you.”

He turned his face away from you so that you couldn’t see his blush, but you knew him better than that. You had every detail of him memorized. So he could hide from you, sure, that made it even more cute because he thought he could actually get away with it.

“Go faster.”

Renjun’s hand pumped as fast as he could go, his moans getting quicker and louder before the inevitable happened. His head fell forward in defeat before he croaked, “Please… May I cum?”

Holding him steady in your arms so that he wouldn’t fall over like he had a tendency to do, you bit his ear lobe and whispered to him, “Cum for me.”

Renjun let out a gasp as he finally let go. All that excitement and build up of coming home to surprise you while wearing his new gifts for you, then having you tease and edge him until he was nothing but a whining mess, it finally crashed down on him. He shook in your arms, his legs giving out beneath his weight. Thankfully, because you knew him better than anyone, your hold on his body kept him upright, and he didn’t have to worry about keeping his footing since you had such a firm and steady grip. All he had to do was focus on cumming. And that he did. He sounded and looked so fucking pretty as his cum shot out onto the floor then dribbled down onto his black thigh highs.

“They look cute stained with your cum, sweet boy.”

Renjun was embarrassed by it, but there was nothing to do about it while you continued to hold him and his orgasm kept him preoccupied.

“Okay, okay,” you cooed lovingly, prying his pumping fist away from his drained and overstimulated cock. “You did good, baby, I’m proud of you.” With a kiss to his neck, you led him to the bed so that he could sit down. “Catch your breath.”

But Renjun stood up on his shaky legs, his cum stained hands grabbing onto your shirt for stability as he kissed you passionately. Both of you were smiling as he mumbled something about having the best anniversary ever. You were just relieved that he was there with you— Sex aside, having Renjun home was the best feeling in the world, and you couldn’t wait to baby and tease him until his next schedule out of the country.

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jenzcoxg · 24 days ago

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NCT DREAM (00 line): When you moan their name in your sleep

WARNINGS: All scenarios include smut.

Renjun

Renjun wouldn't really know what to do or what to say. He would be reading a book because he wasn't really as tired and you. The book is some spicy novel he bought the previous day, he thought he should get a book because he doesn't really read often. Earlier tonight, you and Renjun went to a party. The party was boring af but it seemed to wear you out. "Renjun" you moan. "Yes?" He asked. You didn't answer. all you said was "Renjun~" This time is sounded more like a whine then a moan. "You okay baby?" He asked then tapping your shoulder. Still no response. "Fuck right there!" You yelled. Renjun realizing what was happening, he groaned. "Renjun?" You ask, awake now that he accidentally elbowed you. "Babe~, you were dreaming of sex!" He said in a groan. "How do you know?" you ask. "You were moaning OUT LOUD!" "IM SORRY! I CANT HELP YOU LOOKED SO FINE AT THAT PARTY! I wanted to get your attention but you were to busy talking to your friend! So I went and talked to this random guy I found and danced with him to get you to pay attention to me!" You admit more of what you wanted to say. "Please don't be mad" you whine. "Oh your getting it now missy."

Jeno

Jeno was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, washing his face. You know, basically his night routine. He put the towel back on the shelf, and that's when he heard it. "Oh my God, Jeno!" He thought you were hurt, so he ran into the bedroom. "Y/n! Baby! what happened?!" him yelling startled you. "AHH! WHAT THE FUCK JENO? I WAS TRYING TO SLEEP!" You yelled at him thinking he was schizophrenic. "Are you okay? I thought you were hurt!" He asks, putting his hand on your shoulder. "Jeno, I'm not hurt." "What?" "I think you heard something else..." You said with frown. "What are you talking about?" He asks. "I was-" you tried to say before he cut you off. "YOU WERE HAVING A WET DREAM?" "YES! Bro I can't help that you looked so good in those grey sweatpants!" You said to him, avoiding eye contact. "Oh! You could have just said you wanted me." "Fine! I want you!" He smirked "I want you too baby."

Haechan

Haechan is a light sleeper so the second he hears your voice he wakes up. "Haechan" His eyes open, he turns to you and looks the other direction before closing his eyes once more. He wasn't sure if it was you or a noise in the house that woke him. "Haechan" you moaned a bit louder this time. Again, Haechan"s eyes were wide open, he turned to you "Hm?" thinking you were awake, he hummed again, but louder, incase you didn't hear him, he was loud enough for you to hear him. "Haechan? Are you okay?" you ask, "Do you want something? You've said my name alot." Haechan said, adjusting his position to see you better. "Oh shit." "Wait a damn minute, did you just have a wet dream?" you cover your face in embarrassment. "You just did!" Haechan said while laughing. "Okay maybe I did. But, I bet it would be way better if the real Haechan was fucking me" Haechan smiled at your words "Bet."

Jaemin

Jaemin was playing his game. He was on a call with his friends as well. He was so close to getting a kill, when all the sudden, "Jaemin~" It sounded like a whisper, but Jaemin still heard it. It caused Jaemin to die in his game. It was really quiet in the room. All you could hear was Jaemins friends yelling at him through his headphones. "Yes, baby?" He didn't hear a response. "Baby-?" "Oh god, Jaemin!" He got cut off by you moaning once again. "Y/n? What's wrong, baby?" Jaemin lightly tapped your shoulder. He woke you up, causing you to groan. "What?" you asked, unhappy that he woke you up. "You were saying my name like, 200 times." Jaemin said, making you gasp. "Oops." You covered your mouth. Jaemin raised a brow at you. "What? Wait?" Jaemin sat down next to you. "You were dreaming about me!" Jaemin started to laugh. "Yes! Jaemin, I was gonna ask if you could fuck me but you were playing your game!" Jaemin got on top of you. "Well, what are you waiting for? Ask."

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sluttyten · 1 month ago

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Siren's Call

Kinktober Day 4 | Renjun Masterlist | Member Masterlist

tags: y/n is a siren, fingering, dry humping, spanking, stuck in a wall, actually a lot softer than I originally meant it to be because I'm just soft for (and missing) Renjun

length: 5366

You’d always thought of yourself as an independent, self-reliant woman. You don’t need a man for shit.

Being a siren helped with that. Something about the ability to sing men to their deaths at sea just gave you a powerful, feminist perspective on the world. Your voice has power even when it sometimes feels like you’re just being reduced to the small voice of a woman in a man’s world.

Your mother, grandmother, aunts, and older sisters all helped you in the belief that you could do anything that you set your mind to.

Which, to be fair, was true most of the time.

Yet right now all of your determination was wasted.

You were stuck.

And your only hope of being free was a man.

A morning swim in the ocean was a typical part of your morning routine – it gave you the chance to stretch out your fins, to get the daily saltwater intake that you require as a siren. Usually you would follow the swim with nude sunbathing on the rocks behind your family’s home, sometimes accompanied by other women in your family, but usually alone.

Today you’d swum farther than you typically would, around the bend of the island, closer to the resort. Tourists were always there, covering the beaches and filling the water with so much sound as they jetskied, boated, paddle boarded, and played their loud music. Generally, you avoided the resort when you were in your siren form, but this morning you had a reason to swim a little closer.

You were hoping to catch a glimpse of a man.

Yesterday you’d been at work, wiping down tables in the resort’s lounge, when you spotted the prettiest man you’d ever seen. He was stretched out in a lounge chair, shaded by an umbrella. He’d been laughing at something his group of friends said, a vibrant drink topped with a pineapple slice and a little umbrella in hand, and a pair of yellow swim trunks sat low on his hips, his chest exposed between the open flaps of his palm tree patterned shirt.

He’d been so lovely. All fine features and a pretty voice, a sweet smile when you’d volunteered to be the one to run fresh drinks out to him and his friends. You’d overheard them talking about a morning paddleboard session to watch the sunrise.

“Aren’t you scared?” One of the guys asked.

“Why would we be scared?” The pretty boy you’re watching responded.

The scared one sits his drink down. “Didn’t you hear about the local legends? There’s more than just sharks in those waters that would take a bite out of us. They say there are sirens swimming in these waters, that they drown men and eat us. Remember when we were looking into coming here and there were all those reports of unexplained deaths and missing persons cases?”

Okay, so sometimes your family overindulges, but the locals are wise enough to steer clear of your hunting grounds. The money-hungry developers however couldn’t care less about the fact that they built an all-inclusive resort like a ready made all-you-can-eat buffet for you all.

The pretty one scoffed at his superstitious friend. “That’s because people are drunk and stupid. They drown, they don’t keep away from sharks, or they just have accidents.” His gaze flicks up to you as you offer him his new drink. “Thank you. Can I ask you something?”

You’d startled, but nodded.

“Have you ever seen a siren? Are they dangerous?” The way he asks the question tells you that he doesn’t believe.

You smile in return, your lips stretching wide over your teeth as you tell him, “Oh, yes, I’ve seen sirens. But they’re not dangerous, not really. Only if you provoke them. They’re more likely to seduce you than eat you.”

One of his other friends addresses you, and you reluctantly pull your gaze away from where his pretty eyes are watching your lips. His friend says, “I heard a rumor that if you capture a siren, she grants you a wish.”

The pretty one snorts with laughter. “You’re thinking of a genie.”

“Renjun, I’m serious! I swear, the local girl at the bar last night said that her uncle captured a siren once.” The other man sweeps his black fringe across his forehead, his eyes wide with sincerity. “She said the siren granted her uncle one wish, and that wish was to have sex with her. She claims her cousins are part-siren.”

The pretty one, whose name must be Renjun, rolls his eyes. “Sure. And what do you think?” He’s looking at you again.

You shrug. “Maybe if a siren is feeling generous or particularly inclined she might grant a wish. Guess you’ll have to see what you can find out there.” You wave a hand out towards the crystalline waters of the sea down the beach.

Renjun smiles and nods.

“I’m not going out there.” The scared friend states, folding his arms across his chest. “Not at that time. Dawn is when sharks are out hunting, so sirens probably are too.”

Which isn’t true at all. Sirens hunt at any time of day, anywhere. Including in broad daylight at the resort lounge.

Your uniform is a short, tight dress, and with your natural-born siren powers of seduction, it’s quite easy for you to work your magic. Pretty boy Renjun is wrapped around your finger. He sits aside his drink shortly after you walk away, and you can feel his gaze following you around as you deliver other drinks to other resort guests, as you move around cleaning off tables, as you dance along with one of your coworkers to a song playing. He watches the sway of your hips and the short hem of your dress.

You’re not surprised when he approaches you a little while later, when he starts flirting, when he lets you bring him around behind the storage area for the lounge chairs and umbrellas, when Renjun presses you up against the flaking paint and kisses you.

You’re the one that grabs his hand, encouraging him to slip it beneath your dress. He kisses across your collarbones, strokes your pussy over your panties. It’s only when you drop your hand to his ass and start groping a little that Renjun takes a little more liberty – he pulls your panties to the side, finally actually touching you as he grinds against your hip, his lips returning to yours for a feverish kiss.

Renjun cums with your sucking on his tongue, his cock twitching inside his pants against your hip, and just that simple fact that you made him cum without you really touching him takes you to your climax. His fingers are still pumping inside you, his thumb dancing against your clit, and when you drop your head back against the wall behind you, Renjun kisses down your throat, down to the curve of your breasts beneath your dress.

You would’ve done more, gone further, happily let him take you back to his resort room, but you were still technically on the clock. And just as Renjun’s tugging the neckline of your dress down so he can get to your tits, you hear your manager calling your name.

“Oh, shit, stop.” You push at Renjun’s shoulders, and he backs off. His hands fall away from your body, his swollen lips pouting as he watches you pull your dress back into proper order. “I’m so sorry, but I have to get back to work.”

“Can I see you again?” Renjun asks, reaching for your hand as you step around him. “Can we pick up where we left off?”

You’d like that. You really, really would. Even if Renjun doesn’t believe in who you are – the way he’d scoffed at the idea of sirens being real had stung a little, you can’t deny that – you’re incredibly attracted to him.

“I’ll be here again tomorrow afternoon.” But you intend to see him again before then. “See you around.”

So that’s why the following morning you’re on the hunt. Not for a meal – you ate a normal human breakfast before you walked out the back door – but for a bit of fun at the expense of Renjun and his friends.

The sun is breaking over the horizon when you spot them. Four boards sit high above you in the water. One of them boldly dangles his legs and arms in the water, making him a perfect target for a shark to mistake him as prey. You swim up towards them, veering a bit behind them so when you surface they won’t be likely to see you.

The water is so still this morning, making the sunrise stretch across the surface like a painting.

The voices of the men carry back across the water to you, and you hear pretty Renjun talking about how someone named Jisung should have come out here. “He was so scared of sirens, but all there are are little fish nibbling my toes.”

One of the others laughs loudly.

Maybe it’s stupid, but you just want to scare them a little bit. You sink below the surface again, and you quickly swim towards them. You let the water ripple above you enough that they notice, that they’re somewhat on alert, but you’re already diving down out of their sight in the dark water. You hear the murmur of their voices, Renjun’s laughter at the sound of alarm in one of the other guy’s voices.

He’s still so doubting, so quick to tease his friends about believing in sirens.

You rise up quickly, cutting so close by that you let your tail brush Renjun’s foot.

Even underwater, you hear the yelp and the swearing he lets out, and you look back up as you dive back down. His paddleboard nearly capsizes, his wobbling form just visible through the surface. He stabilizes himself on the board, his voice loud but you can’t make out his words.

Shortly after that, the sun is risen, and they begin paddling back toward shore. You follow at a distance, trying to stay deep enough that you remain out of sight as the waters lighten around you. But you swim away before they reach shore, heading back around the bend of the island towards your favorite rocky outcropping about halfway between the resort and your family’s home.

You pull yourself out of the water, hauling yourself up the rocks, and you stretch out on your back, letting the rising sun warm your bare skin and your scales. It takes time for your tail to separate into legs and for your scales to transform into human skin, and you just lie here to wait. You listen to the crashing of the waves against the rocks, the whistling of the breeze as it blows through the trees and through the cracks in the cliff that cuts down to this stretch of sheared away rock.

You shiver when your legs begin to split. It’s an itch, like when a cut is healing into a scab, and just like that, you long to itch it away, to dig your fingers into the growing crack between your legs, but if you rush it then your legs come out looking a little weird, as if you’d pulled a caterpillar out of its cocoon before it has finished its transformation into a butterfly.

Your fin disintegrates into sea mist, and you stretch your toes, roll your ankles. The transformation is almost done; you can feel your leg muscles, can shift your legs apart although you still feel the layer of scales tight against your skin. Just a little longer and you’ll rub your legs against the rocky surface like a snake shedding its skin.

“That’s incredible,” a voice says from several feet away.

You jolt upright, eyes flying open, heart racing as you look to see who has spoken.

Renjun stands there in those bright yellow swim trunks. You can see his paddle board beached on the rocks, the paddle jammed down into a crack in the rocky surface. His eyes are on your feet, on your developing legs, running along the iridescent shimmer until he reaches the point where your scales become human skin, and still his gaze roves higher to your breasts, your hair loose around your shoulders.

“I followed you here,” he says, taking a tentative step closer. “You startled me when you brushed against my foot, I’ll admit. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I looked down and saw your tail, your fin, and then I caught a glimpse of your face when you looked back up.” Renjun gestures back out at the water, saying, “I had to see for myself whether you just dressed up to scare my friends and I after you heard what we were saying yesterday, or if this was real. No one’s going to believe me that you’re real. I barely believe it.”

You tilt your chin, holding his gaze. “I told you I’ve seen sirens. You didn’t believe me then?”

Renjun smiles. “I’m more of a seeing is believing type of man. I need to experience things firsthand. I don’t buy into rumors until I’ve tested things myself.” He takes another small step forward. “So, is it true that if I capture you, you have to grant me a wish?”

Now you recognize that gleam in his eye – a man after a prize.

The last of your scales fall away as you bolt to your feet. Your legs tingle a little as the blood really gets flowing, but you’re running across the rocks, aiming for the cliff face, for the narrow passageway you know that cuts through the rock and will drop you right back to the sea, far away.

“Hey!” Renjun shouts behind you, and you dare a glance backwards. He’s running after you, and you put on a burst of speed.

It’s been a while since you used the shortcut. Years, actually. The last time was when you were playing hide and seek with your cousins when you were, like, thirteen. They were halfies (yes, one was almost definitely the girl that Renjun’s friend had spoken to at the resort’s bar), which meant that they couldn’t transform as fully as you, so you’d run from them much like you were now because you knew that they wouldn’t have been able to follow you into the waters on the other side of this shortcut.

All you had to do was squeeze through the window that wind erosion has made in the face of the rock entrance to the passage, and then you’d have just a dozen yards before you could slip back into the sea.

You run a little faster, wanting to put more distance between you and Renjun, but his legs are far more awake and weight-bearing than your newly redeveloped legs are. He’s gaining on you, and you know that your only hope is to slip through the shortcut before him.

And there it is.

The hole in the cliff opens up before you, at about waist-height, looking just as tight as you remember.

“Hey! Listen, I–!” Renjun is shouting, his voice just feet behind you.

You dive for the hole into the passageway, your hands grasping at the rocky edges, you pull yourself through, and you can see the other end of the passage, where it drops off again into the ocean.

But then something isn’t right.

One thing you’ve forgotten in your quick escape attempt is a simple fact. The last time you used this path you were years younger. You were thirteen, on the cusp of puberty, and your body hadn’t developed as much as it has in the years since. When you were thirteen you didn’t have the hips of a woman, but now you do. And your hips are too big to fit through the fucking window worn into the cliff.

You curse loudly, trying to back out, thinking maybe you’ll still be able to slip away before Renjun captures you. No, it’s not a law of nature that a siren has to grant a wish to her captor, but it’s also just not historically been a great thing for a siren to find herself caught.

You wiggle your hips in an attempt to back up, but it’s no use. The edge of the passage’s entrance digs into your hips and belly. A bit of it crumbles away, but not enough for you to be able to slip backwards.

And then you feel a hand. You hear Renjun’s voice, “Oh, shit, are you stuck?”

You squirm, attempting to kick backwards.

You make contact with something, and Renjun swears.

“Go away! Leave me alone!” You kick around, and you just scream when you feel his hands attempting to stop your flailing legs.

“Please!” Renjun cries out from the other side of the wall. “Stop kicking! Stop screaming!”

You wail a little louder, putting a bit of your power into the sound.

“Hush, now!” Renjun shouts, and he slaps his hand lightly against your thigh. “I’m trying to help you! Stop fighting me!”

You can’t see anything behind you due to the wall, and that’s stressing you out. Squirm and wiggle as much as you might, but it does no good. More of the edge of the hole keeps crumbling away, but not enough for you to be able to free yourself one way or the other.

“Can you just hold still?!” Renjun shouts loud enough to be heard over your cries. You feel his hands rest on your waist. “I’m going to help you! I was joking when I said I was going to capture you. God, will you please hold still, you’re going to hurt yourself!”

You do fall still, mostly because all the moving around is really beginning to hurt your hips and waist and belly.

“How are you going to help?” You ask.

Now that you’re done struggling and crying, it’s quiet enough that you can actually hear Renjun sigh on the other side of the wall. You imagine him standing there, hands on his hips, a little furrow between his eyebrows as he stares at the back half of you protruding from this hole in the cliff.

“I’m not really sure,” Renjun admits after a moment. “I could push maybe? Or should I try to pull you back out?”

You groan, trying hard not to feel embarrassed the longer you’re stuck like this. You keep imagining what you must look like right now from his point of view, and all you can visualize is your ass and pussy hanging out in the open, in full broad daylight. Just last night he’d had you pressed up against the storage area wall, making out with you and fingering you, cumming in his pants because he wanted you so much, and now he’s looking at you from a totally unflattering angle.

“Why don’t I try pulling you back out this way?” Renjun suggests, and you feel the suggestion of his hands on your hips, not quite touching but you’re sure his fingers are hovering just centimeters above your skin. “If you’re alright with me touching you right now?”

You nod before you remember that he can’t see you doing that. “Yes, that’s fine. Just watch where you’re touching, okay?”

His hands fit more firmly on your hips. His leg brushes yours, a foot pushes between both of yours as he braces his foot against the wall. Renjun pulls, and you yell out as the rocks dig in against your waist. He pushes you forward a little, then tries pulling you back again as if that little bit of momentum will have helped.

It doesn’t.

Renjun mumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear through the wall. Then he pushes again, braces himself against you, and pulls back. He picks up this rocking motion that has you whining at the friction of the rocky edge against your skin, but you can feel the edge giving just a little more, so you don’t complain too much.

But then you realize that while Renjun is doing this, as he’s bracing himself against the back half of you –

“God, Renjun,” you groan and shout, “are you really getting hard right now?”

“No!” He denies even though you can feel the evidence against your ass right now.

“I’m stuck in the wall, and you’re getting hard?” You squirm around, but still it does nothing for you except to rub back against Renjun. “I bet you want to fuck me like this, don’t you? Like I’m just some warm hole that you stumbled upon.”

Renjun’s hand comes down against your ass, a sharp sting that takes you by surprise. “Listen, I happen to like you, not just all of this.” Again, his hand caresses your ass. You try to suppress the shiver that runs through you, the arousal that begins to pool hotly in your belly. “Sure, I’d like to have sex with you, but I would kinda prefer that you weren’t stuck in a wall for it. I really liked being able to see your face last night when you came on my fingers.”

“Yeah, well, I liked seeing your face when you came from humping my hip.” You wiggle again. “Just keep pulling like you’ve been doing, I think this might work.”

Again, he mumbles something.

“What?” You ask, and when he just presses himself right back against you, his hard cock lined up against your pussy, you kick your legs, trying to get him.

“Hey!” Renjun again, spanks a hand down on your ass. “I told you to stop kicking.”

You do it again just because you can. Another slap on your ass.

By this point, there’s no denying that you’re starting to get aroused. If he keeps spanking your ass, if he keeps grinding against you, you’re bound to get a little turned on.

Again, there’s his erection rubbing just there against you, and this time you press back into it as much as you can. You just need a little friction – this time, the good kind.

“Are you doing that on purpose?” Renjun asks, and he pinches your ass cheek.

“Maybe.” Your heart races as Renjun rolls his hips forward, and then with his hands on your hips, he yanks you back against him. Again, a few pebbles of the wall crumble away from around your waist, but it’s still nowhere near enough to set you free. “What are you going to do about it if I am doing it on purpose?”

Renjun’s response is unfortunately that he steps back, leaving your ass and pussy bared to the elements once again. “You’re just being bad. And you want me to help you out of this wall? Bad girls don’t get help. They get punished.” And then his hand comes down flat against your right ass cheek.

The moan that leaves you is loud enough that it echoes around the passageway in front of you.

“Did you like that?” Renjun asks, rubbing his hand soothingly over the burning imprint of his hand. “I think you must’ve, judging by that moan. And you’re so wet.” His thumb brushes along your ass, dangerously close to your pussy. He swings his other hand flat against the left side of your ass once and then again.

You whine, squirming around, feeling the burning heat of his handprint migrating to join the pool of arousal in between your thighs. God, if he spanks you again, you’re going to start dripping.

And then he does, once more to your right side ass cheek, and then quickly followed by a little slap directly between your legs.

“Renjun!” You cry out. If the wall wasn’t supporting you, you’d have collapsed to your hands and knees. Your legs tremble, and Renjun’s fingers quickly soothe the residual tingle left by the spank to your pussy. “Renjun, I’ll be good. Don’t stop.”

Perhaps that’s a confusing message, but at the moment, you don’t care. All you can think of is how much you want him to spank you again, to feel his hands on your ass and your pussy, you want him to keep touching you, you want him to loosen the front of his swimtrunks, get his cock out and fuck you even though you’re stuck in this stupid wall. You’re so wet and hot and desperate that you just need him inside you.

But if you’re being good, like you’ve just told him you’ll be, then what reason does he have to spank you some more?

“Tell me what it is you want, my siren. Sing me a sweet song, tell me what you want me to do to you.” Renjun’s fingers stroke between your legs. You feel the warm brush of his lips over the imprint of his hand on your ass. “Should we pick up where we left off last night?”

“Yes!” You gasp. “I want you to touch me, Renjun. I need you, need you inside me.”

As if that’s all that he was waiting for, Renjun slides both hands again to your hips, and he presses forward against you, sliding his bare cock right against your pussy, then thrusts into you.

It’s rough being stuck in this wall, getting fucked by the pretty boy that you just want to stare at. Your nails scrabble against the wall, just wanting something to hold onto as Renjun pushes you forward then pulls you back, rocking into you. He snaps a hand down against your ass again, and you jolt with a moan.

“You like that? Let me hear you, beautiful.” Renjun pinches, smacks, gropes you ass, rolling his hips forward to keep going with the push and pull. You keep moaning for him, your voice rising and echoing through the passageway. You’re sliding back and forth through the hole in the cliff face, with the rapid movements, with each time Renjun crashes into you and your combined lower halves collide with the edge of the entrance to the passageway, a little bit more of it crumbles.

The edge gives.

Just a little. Just enough.

The next time Renjun drags you back onto his cock by your hips, you keep pushing backwards, keep your upper half sliding back through the hole until you’re free.

You and Renjun tumble backwards, still connected when you land, and Renjun rolls you beneath him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, his hands racing over you, from your scratched and aching hips to your waist, up your chest to examine your perfectly alright tits, and then he’s cupping your face between his palms, turning your face from side to side.

“I’m fine.” You push at his wrist. “Renjun, I’m fine. Let’s just….”

He sinks down over you, covering your mouth, silencing you with a kiss.

Your hands settle on his waist, squeezing when Renjun starts moving again, smooth and steady thrusts, kissing you feverishly, like he just can’t get enough of you, like he’s drowning in the feeling of being with you. You don’t even care about the pebbles digging into your back and hips and ass. All that matters is Renjun’s body above you, his lips on yours, his cock hitting repeatedly against your G-spot, his thighs against yours, his breath mixing with yours as he breaks the kiss to pant, his gaze and yours connect and hold.

You feel a surge of your power course through you, and that’s it.

Renjun bucks forward a few more times, pressing in, trying to get deeper, and then he’s pumping his hips, burying his cock in deep as he cums.

“I’ve got you,” he sighs even as he collapses against you. He can’t even really support himself, but he slips one of his hands down between your bodies to your clit, and his hips twitch forward, grinding into you while he circles your clit, working endlessly to get you to cum for him too.

And you’re not sure what powers Renjun possesses, but surely he must have some because your orgasm swells rapidly, bursting through you and wiping you out.

Renjun moans your name as you cum around his cock, as you wrap your arms and legs around him. You press your cheek to his, moaning in his ear while you ride out the throes of ecstasy while he’s still touching you, still rolling his hips forward.

Even when Renjun’s movements slow and then cease altogether, when you’re both just lying pressed together on the rocks with the sounds of the crashing waves in the distance, you just hold him. Your hearts beat together, your breaths almost syncing.

“I hate that you’re a resort tourist,” you confess quietly after quite some time. “You’re exactly my type, you’ve just given me a great orgasm, and you already know I’m a siren. I don’t want you to leave.”

Renjun laughs, brushing a kiss to your ear. “You’re a siren, why don’t you just drag me into the ocean so I never leave you. Isn’t that part of the origin of the myths about sirens?”

“There are lots of myths about sirens. Most of them aren’t really true.” You brush your fingers through the soft, short hair at the nape of his neck.

“And the captive siren granting a wish, is that one true or false? Because I think, technically, I caught you.” Renjun lifts his head up so he can look down at you, smiling. “Do I get a wish?”

You don’t answer, instead raising your head to kiss him again.

The distraction works for a handful of moments, but then Renjun’s moving away, peeling his body away from yours. “Can I at least tell you my wish?” He asks, “In case you’re feeling generous or particularly inclined towards granting one?”

He pulls out of you, kneeling up while straddling your legs. You raise yourself up on your elbows, just looking at him, waiting.

“Ask me to stay,” Renjun says. “That’s my wish. Just ask me to stay a little longer, to extend my trip. I’m not saying that this has to be forever because that would be pretty bold to think that after we’ve known each other for such a short time, but just a little bit longer. You’re exactly my type too, I mean, minus the siren thing – but that’s only because I’d never considered that before. It's up to you, though, it's your call. Ask me to stay,” Renjun repeats, “and I’ll stay.”

You curl your hand around the back of his neck, bringing him down so his forehead rests against yours. “Renjun, will you stay with me?”

“Yes,” he agrees, nodding. “Yes, I’ll stay.”

But you don’t stay there, naked on the rocks together.

He has his friends to get back to, and you have work in the afternoon, so you can’t stay there as much as you might want to. Renjun eventually climbs off of you, and he pulls his swim trunks back on, though you lie there admiring him while he does. And then you walk back down to the edge of the rocks where he’s left his paddleboard. Renjun kisses you again at the edge of the rocks, and then he paddles back around the bend to the resort.

But Renjun stays.

You see him each day for the rest of the week, and when the week is up and his friends take the boat back to the mainland to fly home, Renjun stays. He meets your family, and he spends his days out in the water with you, swimming with you and teasing you about your tail, making love to you on a paddleboard which you capsize after things get a little too wild. You take him to a moonlit cove on the far side of the island, camp on the beach and stare at the stars.

Renjun falls in love with you, but he falls in love with your island too.

Maybe that’s the true magic of the sirens, you think some nights when you’re curled in your bed beside him. It’s not seducing men into drowning, but seducing men away from their busy lives, tempting them into staying and falling as much in love with you as you are with him.

a/n: I would have had this posted earlier, but I accidentally fell asleep oops. Anyway, here's siren Y/N with Renjun, like I said at the top of the post, this actually turned out a bit softer than I originally intended, but I'm in a constant state of missing Renjun hours since he's been on hiatus forever, so here we are.

Reblogs are deserving of my eternal gratitude, likes are greatly appreciated, and your thoughts and comments are always welcome !

#renjun #renjun smut #nct #nct smut #nct dream #nct dream smut

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pinkynana · 1 month ago

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am i the asshole for being possessive about my childhood friend's virginity?

Summary: It has been awhile since you last met renjun. Perhaps your last encounter was right after graduation. You’re back in your old neighborhood, having drinks with your favorite childhood best friend. And it slipped out of you that you had never had sex, despite a whole semester in college. Renjun took that as an invitation. Afterall, you experienced every one of your firsts with Renjun.

word count: 2k

warnings: noncon to dubcon, dacryphyllia, bondage, possessive renjun, fake sympathy, creampie.

tell me if i missed anything.

It feels good to open up the window and see that familiar face of your best friend since diapers. Renjun was already smiling at you the moment you slid your curtains away. “It’s been so long!” He yelled. He had to, considering the few meters of distance between his window and yours. You noticed that he was still in a suit, probably just got home from some important business. “I know right! Wanna grab some drinks?”

“Oh, I already have some in my room.”

“Really? Well in that case..”

You stepped backwards into your bedroom, just to sprint, jumping out of your window, landing on the roof of Renjun’s first floor. With that safe land, you crawled up to Renjun’s window, welcoming yourself inside as if the room was your own. “Still crazy as always I see.” he giggled.

“Wouldn't be me if it isn’t crazy.”

Renjun had your first kiss.

At 16, you still had a crush on Tobey Maguire’s spiderman although Andrew Garfield already had two amazing spiderman movies. You skipped evening class to watch the rerun of the first three spiderman movies. Renjun came with. He didn't have evening class like you did. He didn't need them, he’s smart unlike you.

Once the movies were over, you refused to go home. You knew you'd earn an earful and maybe some beatings once you get home because your mom would be furious that you had skipped class just to watch movies. Instead, you were at the playground, climbing on the monkey bars.

“It’s getting late, y’know.” Renjun waited for you, sitting at the swings. “Renjun! Come join me! I feel like Spiderman. Do you think there's a spidergirl out there, maybe?” You never touched a marvel comic, obviously. Renjun huffed when you ignored his comment. He did, however, come towards you. He didn't climb the bars though. He let you have all the fun to yourself. He watched as you hung your feet on the bar as you let your body dangling upside down. You let out a laugh.

“Wouldn't it be cool to have my first kiss just like the upside down kiss from the movie?” He didn't answer, which concerned you. “Renjun?”

Before you knew it, he cupped your face as he planted a kiss right there where you were hanging your body upside down on the monkey bars.

The next day you pretended like it never happened and continued being his best friend as usual.

The first time you watched porn, it was with Renjun. You were only 16, receiving a usb drive that may or may not give your computer a virus from a fellow classmate. As soon as your extracurricular activities ended, you ran straight to Renjun’s room. He had gone home earlier as he wasn't involved in the same club as you. You slammed the door shut behind you, hugging your backpack against your chest.

“What are you doin-”

“Shh!” You locked the door of his bedroom. “Take out your laptop.” you ordered him, walking towards his study desk as your hand took out the pendrive from your bag. you tossed the bag to his bed. Renjun didn't question you when he took out his laptop. He only did when you suddenly plugged in the drive into it without telling you what it was.

“Hey! What is that?”

“Porn.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Well, it might not be. I won't take the risk on my laptop though.” He groaned once he figured out your plan. You were afraid that the drive you received might give your laptop a virus so you risked it on his instead. How typical of you. “Why are you interested in that anyway?” The file was right in front of your eyes when he asked that. “Because..” You clicked on the first folder.” “I’m curious.” Renjun rolled his eyes at your answer. He leaned back against his chair as you did what you wanted on his laptop. The video started to play and you took a seat on his bed. You partially heard Renjun saying something to you but you were too focused on the two actors on his screen. You involuntarily gasped when the man inserted his penis into the woman's vagina. The sound out of you made Renjun turn his head and you held a second of eye contact with him.

That eye contact suddenly made you realize how invasive you were and how intimate this whole action is. You shouldn't be watching porn with Renjun. Sure, he's your best friend but he's still a man. The realization made you stand on your feet, grabbing your backpack with you.

“I fulfilled my curiosity. Gotta go. Bye!” You wore your backpack as you ran towards his bedroom door to leave. “Wait, what about the drive?!” He yelled as you had already exited the room

“Keep it!”

The first friendship breakup was also with Renjun. You were both 17 when you fought about Renjun’s choice for college. He wanted to try for early admissions while you were still struggling to choose a course, let alone a college to aim for. It was too early to think about life after highschool, according to you.

Early in the morning, when usually you would either ride on the backseat of Renjun’s bike, you rode on your own bike. You purposely waited for Renjun to come out so it’ll look like you two had coincidentally come out at the same time. You glared at him before you took your seat and started paddling to school.

What upsetted you more was the fact that Renjun paddled faster as he slid right past you, not even looking your way.

By the time you arrived at the bike parking, Renjun was seen leaning against the wall, looking like he was waiting for you. That warmed up your heart a bit. You locked your bike in then came to him. “You got something to say to me?” You raised an eyebrow at him, trying to look cool. “Yeah, I got in.”

Your face dropped. “See you at your graduation, y/n.”

Truth be told, that was probably your first heartbreak.

You cried in front of Renjun for the first time (not including the time when you were kids) when he actually showed up to your highschool graduation. You didn't look for your parents when you stepped on the stage. Your eyes scanned the audience to look for your best friend who said he'd meet you again today. But he was nowhere to be seen. You tried to brush it off, not letting it ruin your memorable day. As you took a picture with your mom, you see a familiar figure walking towards you, holding a bouquet of flowers. Without even realizing, tears had started to fall from your eyes. You didn't waste any time running to him, giving him a big hug. And he wrapped his arms around you so perfectly too. You sobbed messily in between your tears.

“We never even said goodbye.. I never even apologized.. I was so immature.. I mean, it was just a few months ago, but still!.. I’m older and wiser now.” You huffed, sobbed, sniffed and maybe even hiccuped.

Renjun just laughed at your state. You knew that he would forgive you in a heartbeat, as long as you said you were sorry.

“I’m sorry, Renjun. I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I was such a dick to you, I’m so sorry,”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” Now, he was on top of you with your wrists tied on his bed frame with his neck tie that he was wearing just a few minutes ago. His shirt was unbuttoned and he had taken off your shorts just now. “Renjun, you're being scary..” Without even realizing, tears had started to fall from your eyes. Renjun leaned down to kiss your cheek where your tears ended.

“I’m sorry, I just..” One of his hands caressed your face while the other started unbuckling his belt. “Please don't be scared of me. I just have to do this. I gotta be your first.” This was nowhere near the Renjun you knew and grew up with. If he was gentle with it, if he was maybe romantic with it, then you would probably allow this to happen. But this isn't the caring gentleman you were best friends with. You had no clue who this man before you was. “Fuck, you look so pretty crying.” You noticed how hard he was once he took his slacks and his boxers off.

“Renjun, I’m scared.” You whimpered, hoping to gain mercy from him. “No no no no, baby. Don't be scared.” He gave your lips a peck. “Trust me, baby. You trust me, right?” Again, if he had been gentle with you, you probably would have nodded your head. Instead you shook it furiously, “Renjun, please.. I’ll- I’ll suck your cock, or.. or I’ll give you a handjob. Just, please don't fuck me.”

“No.. please. As much as that sounds tempting, I need to fuck you. I’ve always been your first. Remember? Just trust me.” He wiped away your tears with his thumb. And with that same thumb, he reached down to your pussy as he started to rub your clit in circles, making sure that you’d start to get wet. You squirmed at the pleasure that you wish never came. “There.. See? You like it.” After he was sure you were wet enough, he took your panties off with one swift.

“Your pussy is excited to see me, baby.” You looked away in embarrassment at his comment. He slid a finger from your hole to your clit, collecting your pussy juice as he licked it off. He then jerked himself off a few times before he aligned his tip on your pussy. “Trust me, okay?” He said before he slid in with a groan. “Perfect fucking pussy.” He moaned.

At this point, you knew there was no escaping anymore. Might as well enjoy it while it lasted. You closed your eyes shut, trying to imagine that Renjun was someone else. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't think of anyone. Because deep down, you always knew that you had liked Renjun for a long time. Though this wasn't the ideal situation, you always wanted it to happen. More tears started to fall out as you felt ashamed of yourself for feeling good from his thrust. “Fuck.. I get harder the more you cry, baby. You're such a pretty crier.” With his cussing, he went on faster and harder, earning loud moans from you.

You felt Renjun getting sloppier by the minute and you guessed that it was because he was close and you started to panic. “Renjun.. Renjun.. pull out! We have no protection. Don't cum inside of me! Please, Renjun.” But all you received from him was more groans and cusses. “Just.. just trust me. It’ll be fine. I’m sorry, trust me.” The more he said the word trust, the smaller the trust you actually had for him. But all you could do was let him fuck your wet pussy since you're too weak to even pull yourself out of the knot that Renjun tied above your head.

And just in a few more thrusts, he had poured his semen into you. With jagged breaths, he still muttered some more apologies to you but you paid it no mind. It’s not like he actually meant it anyway.

He planted one more kiss on your lips before he pulled out and laid beside you on his bed. He untied the necktie away from you but you still couldn't break free as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close and hugging you tight. “I’m sorry, angel.” he said again. He caressed your hair, fixing up any messy strands. “I’ll get you cleaned, okay?” With that, he picked you up and took you to his bathroom where he cared for you like the Renjun you always knew your whole life.

#renjun smut #nct dream smut #nct smut #pinky's aita series #tw noncon #noncon smut

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gimmenctar · 2 months ago

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Renjun subzinho chorando de tesão não sai da minha cabeça esses dias 👏

hmpf :( o renjun é tão gostoso, merece o melhor boquete da vida dele enquanto fica se contorcendo de tesão. ctz ele n ia aguentar ver sua boquinha chupando ele todo e ia ter de fechar os olhos pra não gozar na hora. ele murmuraria nada com nada enquanto vc faz pq tá completamente entregue. talvez vc n deixasse ele chegar lá pq preparou uma sentada gostosa, e ele quase quebra no meio com a quicada. na moral, ele fica rendido demais com seu joguinho e chora quando vc para de rebolar só pra fazer ele chegar no limite e implorar, chorando pra deixar ele te sujar inteira.

#asks #renjun hard hours #renjun smut #nct dream smut #nct pt br

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jji-lee · 2 months ago

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i KNOW renjuns the type to talk you through a blowjob. AHHHHH IM GOING INSANE COME BACK RENJUN I MISS YOU PLEASE

#jji lee #renjun imagines #renjun #huang renjun #renjun smut

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vnti-vntiety-recs · 2 months ago

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Literally anything dom!renjun im so deprived of content of him i miss him sm 😔🫶

My first request! I hope you enjoy it, this was fun to write.

Unprotected sex, rated 18+, mature, MDNI

SoftDom! Renjun x Reader (M)

While Renjun's kindness and caring nature made him an ideal boyfriend, there were moments when his overly sweet demeanor felt a bit too good to be true, leaving you to wonder if he was hiding his own feelings or frustrations beneath that perfect facade. You appreciated his thoughtfulness, yet it made you question whether he truly expressed his authentic self or if he felt the need to always please you.

It became increasingly clear that Renjun was struggling with his emotions, as his tired sighs and the heavy thud of his bag told a different story from the warmth he greeted you with upon returning home. While those affectionate gestures made your heart swell, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was a deeper layer of frustration he was masking, leading you to wonder if he felt he had to put on a brave face for your sake instead of sharing his true feelings. This contrast between his internal struggles and his outward sweetness left you yearning to understand the person he was underneath the smiles, hoping to encourage him to open up about what was really troubling him.

You loved Renjun; you didn’t just seek out his smiles and cheerfulness—you craved the frowns and frustrations, too. You wanted him to be open with you, to share what was bothering him instead of hiding behind a cheerful façade. That night, as he sat beside you on the couch, you decided to gently ask how he was feeling, hoping to encourage him to share whatever was on his mind. You wanted him to know he could be honest with you always.

"Babe? How are you feeling?" you ask, noticing a rare flicker of irritation cross his face as he scans through an email. His brows furrow slightly, and for a moment, you sense the weight of his thoughts. The cheerful mask he usually wears seems to slip just a bit

"It's just work," he replies, his voice uncharacteristically flat. A flicker of hope ignites in you; maybe today you'll get a glimpse beneath his mask. It frustrates you that sometimes it feels like there are still pieces of him locked away, and you yearn to know everything about your boyfriend.

“You know I’m always here if you need to vent," you say gently, hoping he'll let you in on what’s really bothering him. He offers you a small smile but soon returns to his work, and you hesitate, feeling a pang of guilt for interrupting. Maybe now isn't the right time to press him about opening up, especially since he usually excels at communication. You don't want him to feel like he's doing something wrong, yet the urge to delve deeper into his thoughts tugs at you, leaving you restless with a desire to understand the layers of his world.

You sat across from Renjun in the living room, the warm light from the floor lamp casting soft shadows on his face. You could see the tension in his tightened jaw and the way his fingers drummed nervously on his mousepad. "Renjun," you began gently, "I know you’re feeling frustrated. Can you tell me what’s bothering you instead of keeping it inside?"

“It's really nothing; I don't want to bother you,” he says, smiling tight.

"Renjun, your not being honest. Why can't you just tell me” you push

“Why can't you drop it” he says back with an attitude you haven't heard before.

“Whatevers wrong, its ok!”

“Stop saying it's ok! Nothing is ok right now!” He looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes before they narrowed in contemplation. After a moment, he exhaled sharply, pushing his laptop off of his lap. "You want to see frustration?" he said, his voice rising. “Fine! I’m overwhelmed with work, and I feel like I’m drowning while everyone expects me to swim!” He ran a hand through his hair, the frustration spilling out as he got up off the couch to pace the small space. You watched him, your heart aching at his outburst but grateful he was finally letting you in. "I just hate feeling like this sometimes," he admitted, his voice softer now as he turned back to you. You nodded, reaching out to take his hand, offering the comfort he hadn’t realized he needed.

As you ran a soothing hand down Renjun's back, you could feel the tension slowly begin to dissipate. You cupped his cheek with your other hand, your thumb gently brushing over his skin. "I’m here. I’ll always be here," you reassured him, your voice soft and unwavering. "No matter how angry, frustrated, or irritated you get, I could never hate you. It's okay to feel like this, and it’s okay to let it out." Renjun nodded slowly, his breath shaky as he let your words sink in. A heavy sigh escaped him as the tension in his shoulders eased just a bit. He leaned into your touch, grateful for your warmth and understanding.

He turned to kiss your palm softly, the warmth of his lips igniting a flutter in your chest, and then a beat later, he pressed a gentle kiss to your wrist. Grateful for your nightgown, you felt the heat of his kisses as they traveled from your wrist up your arm, each touch igniting a feverish anticipation in your skin. You shivered slightly when his lips brushed your shoulder, lingering just long enough to draw a soft gasp from you—an exquisite blend of pleasure and longing. He paused for a moment, his breath hot against your skin, and looked into your eyes, a mischief twinkling in his gaze, before resuming his exploration. With every kiss and every gentle nibble, he sent shockwaves of warmth coursing through you, pulling you deeper into the intoxicating current of the moment. Your heart raced as his hands whispered down the curve of your waist, drawing you closer—a magnetic pull that felt both thrilling and profoundly intimate.

Soon, you were stumbling toward your bedroom, the air thick with electricity and unspoken longing. You weren't sure how it had escalated so quickly, but you weren't about to complain. His kisses grew heavier and more desperate, each brush of his lips igniting a fire within you as he pulled you closer with an almost primal need. The way his fingers gripped your waist was raw and possessive, and the rough way he bit your lips sent delicious shivers coursing through you, intensifying your craving for more. You could sense the tension coiled within him—an urgency that made you hope he would unleash all that pent-up frustration on you.

“Don't hold back,” you mumble against his lips just before he pushes you backward onto the mattress.

“Don’t think I can,” he replies, pulling his shirt over his head before discarding his sweats, leaving him only in boxers as he towers over you. You are captivated by the charged energy surrounding him, his gaze burning with a carnal intensity you've never witnessed before. A flicker of irritation flashes across his expression, and you realize you've been ogling for too long. He grips your thighs firmly, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. “Is this how you help? By lying there and looking cute instead of getting naked? I think you might be adding to my frustrations, baby,” he frowns, the tension thickening with each passing heartbeat.

Snapping back to your senses, you quickly begin to strip off your clothes, all while Renjun strokes himself slowly, watching your every move with keen interest. You meet his gaze once you're undressed, silently seeking his approval. “That's a good girl,” he hisses through gritted teeth, gripping the base of his cock as his eyes darken with desire. “That's my good baby.” The condescending tone in his voice sends a thrill down your spine; he'd never spoken to you like this before, and you were relishing every second of it. You could feel the slickness between your thighs—a clear sign of how much his words affected you. Locking eyes with Renjun, the tension in the air was palpable; you both knew this twist in your dynamic was thrilling. Though he worried his display of dominance might make you uncomfortable, you were eager to surrender to him tonight, ready to give him everything he desired.

"All yours, Injunnie," you tease, your hand trailing down his chest before you bring it to your own body. Dipping lower, your fingers brush against your clit as you gather your slick. You spread it, ready for him, your confidence shining through. "I can handle it."

You see the way his last bit of resolve breaks as his hands explore your body, pulling you into a heated kiss. You can feel the way he ruts harshly against you, the tip of his dick catching against your clit. Each time he presses against you, the sensation drives you wild. You can't help it; you slide a shaky hand between you, feeling him slip inside, eliciting a sound from him that’s a mix of a growl and a moan. "Fuck,” he hisses. He seats himself deep inside before pulling out slowly. Sitting up, he locks eyes with you as he begins to thrust back into you; He drives into you over and over again. Soon hes chest to chest with you, one arm wrapped around your waist while his hand grips your ass, nails sure to leave a cresent shape mark when hes done with you. Each thrust would have pushed you up the bed if it wasn't for his death grip keeping you in place. Your moans of pleasure fill the air, especially when he nibbles on your neck and you can't help the way your body tenses up as you cum all over him. “Just a little more,” he murmurs, sensing your heightened sensitivity. He sits up again and grabs at your hips, pulling you back into him as he grinds in deep before cumming inside of you.

Both of you are heaving by the time it’s over, the intensity of the moment hanging in the air like a last breath; it feels as if you watched the demon that had possessed your boyfriend slip away in real time. “Oh shit,” he mutters in shock, his gaze sweeping over your disheveled appearance, and without missing a beat, he adds, “Let me help clean you up.” He rushes out of the room, returning moments later with a warm towel, ready to offer comfort amid the chaos.

After the cleanup, you both settle into the warmth of your bed, the weight of the earlier chaos slowly lifting as you look up at him, your eyes searching for reassurance. “Promise not to hold anything in anymore?” you ask softly, hoping for an honest answer. His gaze meets yours, sincerity etched on his features as he replies,

“I promise. I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks, concern flickering in his eyes.

“Honestly, you could have been a bit rougher,” you reply playfully, sparking a lighthearted chuckle from him. “

There’s a lot more I have to learn about you,” he says, his tone teasing yet genuine. You smile up at him, warmth spreading in your chest as you respond,

“We have all the time in the world.”

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