#chenle suggestive

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: You can’t keep your hands to yourself when it comes to your boyfriend. Pairing: Chenle x fem!reader Tropes: established relationship au Genre: heavily suggestive, fluff(?) Rating: PG 13 Warnings: language, implication of sex, make-out session, hickeys Word Count: 385 Note: No thoughts. Chenle’s just hot.

“Good morning,” chenle mumbles, voice still riddled with sleep, “I didn’t expect you to be out of bed already.”

“Mmh,” you hum, “I figured breakfast would be good.”

Chenle pulls his fingers through your hair, detangling a few knots that had formed after the escapades of the night before. Though, fixing your hair would definitely not help if his roommate ended up coming back right now. You’re clad in only your boyfriend’s shirt and both of you have painfully obvious hickeys on your necks.

Your boyfriend wraps his arms around your waist from behind, and rests his head against yours. A smile graces your lips as you continue preparing your food.

“You know what?” He begins to muse.

“What is that, Lele?” you entertain him.

Chenle releases you and leans against the countertop behind him. You feel his eyes running over your body and it makes a heat run through you.

“You look damn good in my clothes. Far better than I do.” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

You look over your shoulder and are met with the smirk you expected. After dating him this long though you know exactly how to come back at him. Turning around fully you stand about a foot away from him.

“Debatable.” You shrug as if you’re unaffected.

“Debatable?” Chenle raises his eyebrow at you.

“I think they look far better on the floor, but that’s just me.”

That knowing smirk grows on his lips again, “That they do,”

He reaches out and wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you to be flush against his body. You know exactly where this is going. He captures your lips in a heated kiss. Thank god his roommate isn’t home, you’re sure Renjun would have an aneurism if he found you two making out in the communal space.

Before you know it, you’re spun around and sat on the countertop. Chenle’s hands are digging into your waist as some sort of way to keep himself under control. That’s the last thing you want though. As the kiss grows increasingly hot and heavy, a small moan escapes your lips. You reach out and start to play with the waistband of his pajama pants.

“Back to bed?” He asks, though it’s not a question.

“You don’t even need to ask.”

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[fullsunstrawberry]

NCT Dream Reaction:

making out 💄💋

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Mark:

he’s always nervous to start make-out sessions

but when they do start

he is the devil

so needy

he’s the type to grab at your hips to pull you closer to him

his hands always rest on your ass

“you look so good on top of me”

Renjun:

loves when you leave lip stick marks all over him

since you can’t leave hickeys because of his job

will purposely buy you a bunch of different lipsticks

matte, glossy, liquid, shimmers

he even buys you the chapstick that buzzes and tingles when you kiss each other

“mark me, show me i’m yours”

Jeno:

Gets so lost in kissing you

he forgets about his surroundings

hitting the edges of tables and nearly tripping over things on the floor

but if you get hurt or bruised

he will kiss it better

you two usually end up kissing on the floor or the couch

kissing in the shower is a nightmare, so stick to baths instead

“your lips are so distracting”

Haechan:

nothing beats make-out sessions with haechan

there so much fun

they always start because he was talking too much and you decided to shut him up with a kiss

but he isn’t letting you get away that easy

he would pull you back into a kiss

he would whine about you interrupting him but he purposely goes on rants hoping you will pull him into a kiss

“just shut up already”

“watch your pretty little mouth”

Jaemin:

most of the time make out sessions start off innocent

just a couple of pecks

his love language is 100% physical touch

but when he’s needy he will whine and pull you back into a kiss if you try to pull away

when you do pull back, he’s already looking at you

“stop staring at me!”

“you make it hard not to stare”

Chenle:

he likes to buy you a bunch of different treats

you’ve never had a crepe cake? or a crème brûlée?

expect ten of each the next time you hang out

he will purposely buy creamy desserts so you will have some on your lips

“you got something on your lips”

“you’re so messy”

instead of wiping it off with a napkin or even his finger

he will pull you into a heated make-out session

“you taste so sweet”

Jisung:

he knows the guys would tease him if they ever saw him do pda

but he’s very clingy and needy

he will pull you into a small corner where the guys can’t see you two

and pull you into a kiss

usually, it would just be a peak

but he’s been trapped in the practice room for too long

You decided to bring the guys some snacks

when you arrived he would pull you into the hallway, claiming you forgot napkins

the second the door closes he would pin you against the wall

“i missed you so much”

[calibabii21]

dreamies behavior after you surprise them *last minute* at a show

Mark: almost emotional?? he missed you so much he doesn't know which feeling to express until he returns backstage the second time. spends the extra time after changing glued to you. hands gripping your ass. face in your neck. mumbles of lovely affection and filthy promises. "I missed you so much. wanna feel you around me. wanna fill you up."

Renjun: cute and gentle. but not really. smiley and giggly. but actually touching you intimately. lags behind everyone to give you a rated r kiss. realizes, once on stage, that you stuffed your thong into his pocket. certified dirty gentleman. "I don't think I can be gentle tonight."

Jeno: hard puppy. jaw clenched, wardrobe accentuating his physique. but his eyes? alight. eager to be in your presence. pretty sure there's a moment where you give him a quick handjob in a corner. the other guys noticed but didn't say anything. idk why but I'm feeling sub Jeno- it's giving a little "mommy" moment?? eyes hazy. hands gripping the table he's leaning against. voice deep, full of satisfaction and desperation. "I want to be inside you, please. I'm cumming mommy"

Haechan: lowkey overwhelmed. high from the performance adrenaline, intoxicated by you. tries to focus but each moment before heading back on stage he sneaks a dragged out sniff of you. inadvertently performing stronger. sexier. emphasizes his moves just for you. quick to change and drag you out of the door with him. "fuck, I can't wait to watch you to ride me."

Jaemin: grinning. touching you nonstop. each off stage moment is spent with his hands caressing you. lots of eye contact. obvious moments of him slowly looking you up and down. lip bites with sweet yet nasty smiles. makes it known what's going through his head. "you're my perfect little toy tonight."

Chenle: playful, but only to cover up his impatience. jittery. leg bouncing because he wants nothing more than to have his hands gripping your waist, and teeth tugging at your lips. "you're such a bitch for that."

Jisung: very slow movements. calculative. direct. "did you wear that to get me worked up?" "was it your intention to make me hard on stage?" to the point of nearly throwing caution to the wind. "what if I just said 'fuck the show' and took you to my dressing room?"

there's so much more..but imma just..leave it here..

I'm also mad yellow isn't showing up anymore so now lele doesn't have a color😔

[thatsatricky1]

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[flashbangstars]

How People Found out you two were dating

NCT Dream Edition

pink ~ y/n

Blue ~ dream

Green ~ secondary character/another dreamie

Mark

"so um Jeno found out about us dating"

"oh, I thought we were waiting until game night to tell them"

"well yeah uh funny story, I tried to put my sweatshirt on at Jeno's house and your hot pink thong fell out of the sleeve onto his carpet."

"I WAS WONDERING WHERE THAT WENT"

"Yeah I know me too, besides that. Jeno got mad and lectured me on not leading you on if I had other girls I was doing stuff with, so I uh.."

"you told Jeno the hot pink thong was mine"

"yeah basically"

"and I have to face him on friday knowing he's seen my panties"

"to be fair he did say they were cute"

"you know that actually didn't help at all"

Renjun

"hey babe can you help me really quickly, I need help moving my monitor, the cord is stuck somewhere behind my desk"

"Y/n can it wait like 10 minutes"

"No it literally can't I have a assignment due in thirty minutes and I will literally jump off a fucking cliff if I don't get full credit for this"

"Nice Hello Kitty Underwear"

"Renjun you're the one who bought me these, you've seen them and taken them off me numerous times"

"oh he has!! has he!"

"go put some pants on please sweetheart"

"I'm so fucking terrified why were their two different voices just now"

"Hi y/n"

"I'm gonna start crying please tell me Jaemin didn't just see me in fucking hello kitty underwear"

"Y/n please go put some pants on"

"yeah....yeah I'll go do that...... Uh just so you know....im not letting him hit for free.....he did ask me out"

"congrats to the happy couple"

"fuck you"

Jeno

"so how did you all manage to fail the same test?"

"I cheated off of Haechan, and Haechan Cheated off of Jaemin, so its basically Jaemin's fault"

"hey I thought Jaemin knew what he was doing"

"Haechan, Jaemin never knows what he is doing"

"fair"

"oh fuck, I have to go babe I'm gonna miss the bus if I dont run, I will see you soon" *phatass smooch before leaving* *leaves*

5 minutes later....

"alright I'm back I missed the bus"

"DID YALL JUST FUCKING KISS?"

"....no"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO I FUCKING WATCHED IT HAPPEN"

"oh thats so crazy I think I just heard the bus, I have to go omg byeeeeee"

"so you're leaving me to deal with this"

"yes, bye pookie, smooches I'll see you later tonight, bye Haechan!"

Haechan

"are we gonna talk about it... or should I just ignore it"

"ignore what"

"im not following"

"are you two being serious"

"dude what the fuck are you talking about??"

"Haechan."

"what"

"you've been sitting in y/n's lap the entire time we've been here"

"and...?"

"we are literally just close friends"

"dog you are literally hand feeding haechan french fries"

"im literally baby"

"even that was a lot for me"

"im sorry pookie"

"allllriight get off, I wont be this couple"

"pookie did you just make it official!"

"can you please be normal"

Jaemin

"Hypothetically what do you guys consider too much for a gift for your significant other"

"well how long would you two have been dating"

"like 6 months...?"

"umm anything ring related, thats kinda scary, too reminiscent of marriage"

"well fuck"

"what do you mean oh fuck? what the fuck did you buy"

"a ring"

"what"

"what...."

"for who??"

"y/n"

"WHAT"

"Y/N?"

"WHY?"

"YOU'VE BEEN DATING FOR 6 MONTHS?"

"STOP YELLING AT ME"

Chenle

"the guys know you and me are dating"

"what? how"

"I got in trouble"

"what did you do..."

"they all got kinda mad at me and said I was kinda mean to you and asked what my issue with you was"

"and what did you say"

"please don't be mad"

"chenle"

"I told them not to worry because you think it's hot when I'm kinda mean"

"chenle"

they didn't believe me at first... and I was feeling pressured!...they literally cornered me!"

"chenle"

"so I showed them a little bit of our texts when you said...itwassexy whenIwasmeantoyou"

"run"

"I WILL TELL THEM ABOUT THE MOMMY KINK IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER?"

"run. now"

"ok!"

Jisung

"hey guys, just wanted to let you know me and jisung are dating now officially"

*shriek* "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!"

"Jisung what..."

"I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE"

"jisung park"

"please ma'am stop spreading that!"

"ANDY"

"I'm so sorry guys I dont know whats gotten into her!"

"jisung...She's literally your lockscreen"

"I literally have no idea what you are talking about"

"jisung I WILL do a coochie ban"

"this is actually bae 4 lyfe, she my day one and I worship the ground she walk on fr"

"thats what I thought"

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Hi! here is a little something from the drafts that is basically finished, I hope you like it! I am fr just getting back into writing so excuse any errors. But i hope yall have a good night/day!

[fullsunstrawberryz]

nct dream text reactions:

teasing them when they’re busy

Requested: "dream reacts to you horny texting when they’re busy? 🥺🫶🏼 love teasing them when they can’t come home right away"

[dreamie masterlist]

a/n: first actual post on this account <3

permanent taglist: @vvsmydiamonds127 (comment/ask to be added)

[jenosbliss]

Hihi!!

How are you doing today?

I wanted to request for the 100 followers celebration if that's still open?

So if it's possible, can you do a FWB chenle with 11,13 and 15

Angst with a possible happy ending?

Thank you sm!!

Hope you have an amazing day! 🫶🏻

pairing. fem!reader x fwb!chenle | genre. suggestive, angst | wc. 1.2k | warnings. mdni, reader is toxic and manipulative

Chenle wasn't a liar. He believed in white lies and the omission of words rather than outright lying. He despised liars and couldn't stand pathological liars or manipulators, but call it fate or irony that the biggest manipulator and liar he ever met was you, his everything.

He lied when Jeno asked if something was wrong. He betrayed himself when he replied, "No, I'm good." The way he gripped that red plastic cup so tight that his knuckles turned white, his lips quivering with anger, face slightly red not due to the alcohol but because of the rage he felt, eyes darkened staring at you, jaw tightened gave him out.

Jeno knew he wasn't good but didn't press on the topic further as he figured out the reason for his discomfort... you. It was the way you were being a little too cozy with Sungchan in the corner of the room, Sungchan's lips leaving kisses along your neck, and how you smiled and laughed at his worst pick-up lines, relishing in his touch.

The whole universe knew about Chenle's crush on you. Anyone would, with the way he looked at you longingly, and not to mention the times he had already confessed his feelings for you, only to be rejected twice. But did that stop him from loving you? No.

Sungchan was just a phase, just like Jisung or Eunseok. You were with a different man every month, but the only constant man was Chenle, by your side as long as you could remember. This made him never give up his feelings for you, hoping that maybe one day you could see him the way he sees you.

Your relationships with all these guys didn't last long, not because of Chenle's presence hindering your love life but because you got bored of them. Sticking to one person wasn't enough; you needed a new partner once the honeymoon phase was over.

But the only person you never got bored of was Chenle. You would seek comfort and solace in him after every breakup or sometimes to satisfy your burning desires when your current boyfriend couldn't. And sometimes it was him who would reach out, when his jealousy got the best of him, like today.

"Lele, what are you doing?" you whispered, trying to get out of his arms around your waist. "What do you think?" he murmured, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses on your neck, just over where Sungchan's lips had been, as if erasing his scent and replacing it with his own.

He had pulled you into this secluded hallway when you excused yourself to use the restroom. The moment he saw you getting out of Sungchan's arms, he took the opportunity to get you in his, reminding you whose touch was capable of making you feel ecstatic.

"Anyone can walk in on us here," you protested. His grip on your waist tightened as he slowly moved your hair aside and kissed the back of your neck, mumbling, "So? It'll get exciting." You felt his smirk against your skin. "We could get caught!" The sternness in your voice made him pull you flush against his chest as he whispered above your ear, "Then they'll know who's better."

Everyone knew about Chenle's feelings for you, but no one was aware of this friends-with-benefits relationship. People spoke of it with skepticism, while sitting on the cafeteria table, along the lines of "Rumor has it Chenle and Y/N are fooling around. Isn't she dating Sungchan? Nah, she's with Eunseok. Dude she's with a new man every week."

"What if Sungchan sees us?" he sucked in a sharp breath before muttering, "I don't care. He doesn't matter." You sighed, knowing this conversation wasn't ending the way you wanted. "He's my boyfriend, Lele. He might break up with me." His left arm remained around your waist while his right hand moved along your sides, sliding up slowly under your dress.

"None of that matters now." He nibbled on your ear, letting out a chuckle. "Not everything is a joke, Chenle." Having enough of your fake protests, he pushed you inside the room down the hallway, pinning you against the wall."Don't act like you're not turned on by my touch or don't get off secretly to my thoughts of how good I fuck you."

His fingers gently pressed into your cheeks as he grabbed your chin to meet your gaze. Without hesitation, he leaned in to kiss you deeply and passionately.

He pressed his body against yours, his hands running over your curves as he bit your bottom lip slightly, seeking entrance. You let out a small gasp when you felt his fingers sliding up your dress and tugging at the waistband of your underwear. He deepened the kiss the moment you gasped, his tongue exploring the softness of your mouth, his desire for you growing with each passing second.

"If Sungchan catches us, it'll be over between us," you managed to speak when he broke the kiss only to trail his lips along your jawline to your neck, sucking and nibbling there. "I'm here for you. Come to me like you always do," he mumbled against your skin, slowly removing the strap of your dress, exposing your shoulder. "You promised me, Chenle, what we do will not harm my relationship with others," you moaned when he bit down on your neck, then licked over it as if to soothe the pain. "Don't worry, he won't notice."

It felt like you were losing control over him, as if he decided to take authority over you, and this was something you couldn't let happen. Placing your hands on his cheeks, you made him look at you. "Why are you doing this? Did I do something wrong?" you asked gently, kissing him softly on the corner of his lips.

As if on cue, his demeanor changed and his grip on you loosened a bit. He held your hands, which were on his cheeks, and rested his forehead on yours, saying, "No, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just..." He pulled back to look at you with yearning and passion as he continued, "All I want is for you to look at me the way you look at them."

Your fingers gently weaved through his hair as you pulled him in for a hug. He was quick to hug you back, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, arms encircling your waist. "They can never have what you do, baby. They'll never have me screaming their name while they pleasure me. Only you have seen me that vulnerable. Never compare yourself with them."

A voice in Chenle's mind warned him about your lies, but he was so much in love with you that he ignored everything that told him to resist your manipulations. "I'll text Sungchan that I was feeling unwell, so I left with you, okay? While you take me here on this very bed... all yours, Chenle," you whispered before kissing him again.

By letting him have you there and giving in to his desires, you once again made sure Chenle was nothing but a pawn you could use anytime you wished. You ensured Chenle wouldn't try to assert his dominance over you again and ruin your current relationship with Sungchan, and that his ego wasn't hurt. You made sure Chenle would never leave you and would always be there for you.

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texting your boyfriend! chenle

— insight to ur relationship

! suggestive

[idkanymark]

[You promised the world and I fell for it]

haechan x fem!reader | complicated relationship | babies mentioned | heartbreak

INTRO: You meet Haechan, and at first, it’s just a simple connection. Little did you know, it would change everything, leaving you questioning where it would all go. What started as an easy friendship quickly turned into something deeper, pulling you into a whirlwind of emotions, choices, and consequences you never saw coming.

Warnings. abort mentioned

Words count: 4.5k

"You really should come" your roommate urged, tugging at your sleeve as you sat cross-legged on your bed, scrolling through your phone.

"Girl, I said Chenle is cute, not that I’m trying to go anywhere with you" you shot back, smirking.

"But you could get to know him! You could get married, and I could be the bridesmaid!Damn you could even be richer than you already are" she replied, dreamily twirling a strand of her hair.

"I think you need to drink more chamomile tea, seriously" you teased, shaking your head.

Still, against your better judgment, you let her drag you to the gathering. It was one of those crowded house parties where everyone seemed to know everyone else—except for you. While your roommate whispered in your ear incessantly about Chenle—what he liked, what he didn’t—you caught movement from the corner of your eye. Someone was eavesdropping.

"Excuse me?" you said, catching him mid-act.

The guy looked up, and you immediately noticed his tan skin, mischievous smirk, and the way he leaned against the wall like he owned the place.

"Y/N, don’t" your roommate whispered in warning, tugging at your arm. Her eyes darted toward him nervously, like he was trouble incarnate.

Before she could say more, the guy finally spoke. His voice was light but edged with amusement.

"I was just trying to hear if you were talking bad about someone or spilling some drama. You were being loud" he said, tilting his head slightly.

"What’s your name?" you asked, stepping closer, ignoring your roommate’s frantic whispers.

"Haechan" he replied, his confident demeanor faltering as you leaned in a little too close. "Haechan did no one teach you that eavesdropping is bad?"

It was subtle, but you saw his shoulders tense, his breath hitch slightly. He wasn’t used to people closing the distance so easily, wasn’t used to someone looking him in the eye so boldly.

Looking back, you’d never have thought that simple interaction would change everything. At that moment, you were just curious about the guy everyone seemed wary of. But as time passed, you realized Haechan—or Donghyuck, as he asked you to call him—was more than his reputation.

People whispered about him all the time. How he was "crazy", unpredictable, and best avoided. You never understood why. To you, he seemed misunderstood. He had a sharp tongue, sure, but there was a warmth behind his teasing, a kindness in the way he looked out for his small circle of friends.

It was through Donghyuck that you learned about his twin brother, Lee Hyunjae, the school’s star soccer player and a golden boy everyone adored. The comparison had been there since they were kids, Donghyuck once told you. While Hyunjae shone on the field, Donghyuck found solace in things less conventional—gaming and art. He showed you his paintings one evening, shyly pulling them out from under his bed.

They were haunting. Sad, even.

"Why are they all so… dark?" you asked, tracing your fingers over a painting of a lone figure standing under a stormy sky.

"I don’t know. I guess it’s just what comes out" he said with a shrug, but his voice was quieter, more vulnerable than usual.

You later found out that painting was how he processed everything—the expectations, the loneliness, the weight of always being compared to someone else. His gaming, which you only got into because you wanted to understand him better, was his escape. Online, he wasn’t "Haechan the crazy guy." He was just Haechan, someone with a sharp sense of humor and a talent for making people laugh.

Over time, you became his safe space, and he became yours. While others feared the edges of his personality, you saw the softness underneath. And Donghyuck, who always kept people at arm’s length, let you in.

Maybe that’s why, despite everything, he didn’t flinch when you leaned close that first night. Somewhere deep down, he must’ve known you weren’t afraid of him.

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A few weeks after the party, your parents hosted a dinner that felt more like a matchmaking setup. To your surprise, the guest of honor was Chenle Zhong. The awkward small talk and forced pleasantries at the table were enough to drive you to your room the moment the dishes were cleared.

You were scrolling through your phone when your door creaked open, and Chenle walked in like he owned the place. He didn’t bother to ask if it was okay to sit on your bed—he just plopped down, crossing his legs casually. Ironic how that night weeks ago you wanted to get closer to him and that lead you to Haechan.

"So, is it true that you’re dating Haechan?" he asked, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

You froze for a moment, caught off guard by the directness.You lowered your phone, narrowing your eyes at him.

"What?"

"Did you actually go insane, Y/N?" he added, tilting his head as if you were some unsolvable riddle.

Your jaw tightened. "Why does everyone keep asking me that?"

"Because it’s the truth" he replied simply, leaning back on his hands. His tone wasn’t mocking, but there was something in it—concern, maybe, or disbelief.

"You can’t disrespect my friend inside my house" you said sharply, your voice firm.

"I’m not disrespecting him" he countered, his grin fading. "I’m warning you. Since we’re going to be friends anyway, thanks to our parents, I thought I’d be honest. People don’t just avoid him for no reason, you know"

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "What reason?"

"Look, Haechan… he’s unpredictable. He’s… intense" Chenle said carefully, watching your reaction. "He doesn’t care what people think, and that’s fine, I guess, but it makes him reckless. He’s not someone you want to get too close to."

"Reckless?" you echoed, scoffing. "That’s what everyone says because they don’t take the time to know him. Do you even know anything about him beyond the rumors?"

Chenle hesitated for a beat, but then he shrugged. "I know enough. He’s got a temper. He’s too much for most people to handle. I’m just saying you might be better off keeping your distance."

"If you want to be my friend, I think you should learn how to stay in your place and not get into my business" you snapped, leaning forward.

Chenle frowned. "Y/N, I’m trying to help you. You don’t have to get defensive—"

"Defensive?" you interrupted, your voice rising slightly. "Do you even hear yourself? You’re judging someone you don’t know and acting like you’re doing me a favor. But let me make one thing clear—Haechan is my friend. My choice. And nothing you say is going to change that."

Chenle sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I’m just saying… I’ve seen this kind of thing before. People get close to people like him, and it doesn’t end well. I didn’t mean to offend you. I just don’t want you to get hurt."

"You know what hurts more than Haechan ever could? People like you, who think they know everything about someone without ever bothering to look past the surface. He’s kind, he’s creative, and he cares more than most people I’ve met. You don’t get to call him reckless or unpredictable when you haven’t spent a single second trying to understand him"

Chenle blinked, taken aback by the intensity in your voice.

"Fine. Do what you want" he muttered, standing up. "But don’t say I didn’t warn you"

As he left, you closed your eyes, exhaling slowly. Maybe Chenle thought he was trying to help, but he didn’t understand. No one did.

Haechan was more than the reputation that preceded him. And no matter what anyone said, no one would ever separate you from him.

----------

It had become a routine of sorts, these quiet moments together. Haechan sat cross-legged on the floor of his small living room, fiddling with the pieces of an old gaming console he was trying to fix.

"You’re really just going to sit there and ignore me the whole time?" you teased from your spot on the couch, your legs tucked underneath you as you flipped through a magazine you weren’t actually reading.

"I’m not ignoring you" he replied without looking up, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "I’m multitasking. Fixing this and enjoying your company."

"Uh-huh, sure." You rolled your eyes, tossing the magazine onto the coffee table. Leaning forward, you propped your chin on your hands. "What even is that thing? A time machine? A relic from your childhood?"

"First of all, it’s a masterpiece of technology" he said, finally glancing up at you. His expression was mock-serious, but the glint of amusement in his eyes betrayed him. "Second, it’s not a relic. It’s vintage. There’s a difference."

"Ah, vintage. Got it. My bad"

He laughed, shaking his head as he held up a tiny screwdriver. "You know, you could help instead of just sitting there judging me."

"Oh, you don’t want my help, trust me. Last time I tried to ‘fix’ something, I broke my mom’s toaster."

"How do you even break a toaster?"

"Talent" you said with a smirk.

He snorted, setting the screwdriver down and leaning back on his hands. "Well, maybe you’re better suited for moral support. Or entertainment"

"Entertainment, huh?" You raised an eyebrow, standing up and walking over to where he was sitting. "Okay, how about this—"

Before he could react, you plopped down beside him, grabbing one of the small screws from his tool kit and holding it up dramatically.

"I am now your apprentice. Teach me your ancient ways, oh wise one"

Haechan burst out laughing, his head tipping back as he clutched his stomach. "You’re ridiculous, you know that?"

"I try" you said with a grin, nudging his shoulder playfully.

For the next hour, the two of you worked—or rather, he worked while you attempted to “help,” which mostly consisted of you handing him the wrong tools and cracking jokes that made him laugh so hard he had to stop what he was doing.

At some point, he stopped pretending to fix the console and just leaned back against the couch, watching you as you tried to piece together a random part.

"You know" he said, his voice soft, "you’re a lot more fun than anyone gives you credit for"

"What’s that supposed to mean?" you asked, narrowing your eyes playfully.

"I’m just saying, you make everything better. Even this" he said, gesturing to the scattered tools and half-finished project.

His words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. So, you just smiled, nudging him with your shoulder again.

"You’re not so bad yourself, Haechan"

"Donghyuck" he corrected with a grin.

"Fine. Donghyuck" you said, rolling your eyes, but the smile on your face betrayed your affection.

In moments like these, it was impossible not to fall a little harder for him.

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It hadn’t been long since both your families found out about the connection between you and Donghyuck. To your dismay, they arranged a formal dinner, which quickly turned into something far worse than you anticipated.

You sat at the dining table, your stomach churning as tension filled the room. Across from you, Donghyuck sat stiffly, his eyes fixed on the table. He wasn’t saying much—just letting the weight of everyone’s judgment press down on him.

Then his father spoke, his voice cutting through the air like a knife.

"We’re asking you to stop spending time with Donghyuck. He has too many issues, and we believe this… association will only create problems for you."

Your heart sank, but before you could respond, his mother chimed in.

"You could get to know Hyunjae instead. He’s more… suitable. But Donghyuck? We’ve been discussing sending him to a mental hospital. We’ve seen his paintings, and his behavior at school only confirms what we’ve feared"

The words hung in the air, suffocating. You glanced at Donghyuck. His expression was blank, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched ever so slightly.

And something in you snapped.

"You know what you can’t see?" you said, your voice trembling but growing stronger with each word. "That he doesn’t freaking need a mental hospital. He needs his parents’ support! He needs you to stop tearing him apart and actually care about him!"

The entire table turned to you, stunned. Donghyuck’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and something deeper—gratitude, maybe. No one had ever stood up for him like that. Not his brother, Hyunjae, who was too busy being the golden child, nor his sister, who always stayed quiet to avoid conflict.

"Y/N" your dad warned, his voice low and sharp. His disapproval was clear, but you didn’t back down.

You turned to your father, your eyes pleading for understanding. But all you got was a glare that told you you were on your own.

"Hyuck, stand up and come with me" you said, your voice steady despite the storm raging in your chest.

For a moment, he didn’t move, his gaze flickering between you and his parents. Something in your unwavering gaze gave him the courage to move. He stood, and without a word, followed you out the door.

The cool night air greeted you as you stepped outside. Before you could say anything, Hyuck stopped abruptly, turning to you with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude in his eyes.

Then, before you could process what was happening, he leaned in and kissed you.

It wasn’t planned, and it wasn’t perfect. It was messy and desperate, full of emotions neither of you could put into words. Your first kiss with him was unexpected, but it felt like the only way to say what needed to be said.

When he pulled back, his voice was low and raw. "Let’s go"

You ended up at a modest hotel, far from the judgment of your families. The room was small but cozy, with warm yellow lighting and a faint scent of lavender from the soap left on the bathroom counter. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was yours—a temporary refuge from everything outside.

That night, the two of you stayed up talking about everything. Your fears, your dreams, the things you wished someone had told you when you needed it most. For the first time in what felt like forever, you could just be yourselves without any pretense.

"Gosh, you drive me insane" Donghyuck muttered at one point, shaking his head with a small smile as he absently played with your hands.

"Good" you teased softly, brushing your fingers through your hair as you watched him, warmth spreading through your chest.

Later, as you lay tangled in the sheets, he stared at you with a softness that made your chest ache. There was something unspoken in his eyes, something that told you everything about this moment was right.

When he leaned in to kiss you again, his touch gentle and deliberate, your heart raced. It felt natural, effortless, but the weight of the moment made you pause. You bit your lip, needing to say it before things went any further.

"Oh, um… I—I’ve never…" you stammered, your voice trembling slightly. His brows furrowed in curiosity as he studied your face, waiting for you to finish.

"I’ve never done this before, so… um, yeah" you admitted, your cheeks flushing as you averted your gaze.

For a moment, there was silence, but then he chuckled softly. The sound was warm and reassuring, easing some of your nerves.

"Hey, it’s okay" he murmured, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles on the back of your hand. "We don’t have to rush anything"

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his steady gaze. There was no judgment, no pressure—just him, patient and kind, waiting for you.

"I want this to be right for you. For us" he added, his voice barely above a whisper.

His words made your chest tighten with emotion, and you nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.

"Okay" you said softly, leaning into his touch, trusting him completely.

In that moment, you knew—no matter what happened next, you were exactly where you wanted to be.

And for a few weeks, it felt like you were in your own little world. No one could reach you, no one could judge you. It was just the two of you, figuring things out together.

But one morning, you woke up to an empty bed.

You frowned, blinking in confusion. At first, you thought maybe he’d gone to grab breakfast or take a walk, but when you sat up, your heart sank. There was a folded note on the pillow beside you.

With shaking hands, you opened it. The words stared back at you, scrawled in his unmistakable handwriting:

"I’m sorry. This was a mistake. I can’t do this anymore. Take care of yourself."

He left.

He freaking left.

Tears welled in your eyes as the weight of his absence hit you like a tidal wave. You threw the note onto the bed, your chest tightening with each breath.

But that wasn’t the worst part. As you stumbled to the bathroom, a wave of nausea overtook you, and you barely made it to the sink before your stomach turned violently.

As you stared at yourself in the mirror, pale and trembling, one terrifying thought clawed its way into your mind.

Something was wrong.

Something was very, very wrong.

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Years had passed since the day you made that painful decision. The world had turned its back on you. You were young, still trying to finish university, and struggling to navigate a situation no one had prepared you for. Everyone abandoned you, except for Chenle. He offered to help, even said he’d be there for you and the baby. But deep down, you knew it wasn’t the right choice—your heart was heavy with guilt, and it felt wrong.

Meanwhile, Haechan was out living his life, traveling the world with his gamer friends, carefree and unburdened, while you were left alone with nothing but your thoughts and a painful decision that you could never undo. You tried to reach out to him, desperate for him to acknowledge what had happened, but he was unreachable.

Months passed, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of abandonment. You were left alone with the weight of a choice that still haunted you. The loneliness was unbearable, and as time went on, you searched for anything that might explain his silence. That’s when you discovered it.

One night, you were scrolling online, looking for a distraction, when you came across an article. “Haechan – NCT member, professional gamer, rising star in international tournaments.” You stared at the screen in disbelief. Donghyuck had been scouted for a professional gaming career, traveling the world, competing in tournaments, and making a name for himself. It all made sense now—his sudden disappearance, his lack of contact. He had been chasing his dream, and you were just a footnote in his story.

It hurt. More than you expected. You had been left to carry the burden on your own, and all the while, he was out there living his dream. You felt like you had been nothing more than an afterthought. There was no mention of any apology or explanation in the article. No sign that he cared about what had happened between you two. And as you sat there, alone in your room, you couldn’t help but wonder if things could’ve been different if he had stayed—or if he had cared to be there when you needed him most.

This addition shows that Donghyuck’s decision to leave was tied to a major opportunity he didn’t communicate to you, making his absence more understandable in the context of his career. But it also deepens the emotional weight for you, discovering it online rather than hearing it from him directly.

Eventually, you made the choice to terminate the pregnancy. The guilt never left. It haunted you—every day, every night. It weighed on your soul like a constant shadow. You didn’t know how to move forward, but time, it seemed, had a way of dulling the pain. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

And then, years later, you walked into a grocery store, lost in your own world as you grabbed items off the shelf. But when you turned the corner, your eyes locked onto a familiar face. The world seemed to stop at that moment.

“Donghyuck?” Your voice cracked, almost a whisper, but he heard it.

His head snapped up, and there he was, standing in the aisle with a baby in his arms. A baby. His baby? No… it couldn’t be.

“Y/N?” he said, his voice filled with surprise, and then a hesitant smile. "It’s been a while. How are you?" But his eyes flicked nervously to the baby in his arms.

You couldn’t stop looking at the child, no more than two years old, with his big brown eyes staring up at you. The guilt that had been buried for so long resurfaced in an instant.

“Why didn’t you want mine?” The question slipped from your lips before you could stop it. The pain of all those years without him, without any explanation, came crashing back.

“What are you talking about?” He looked genuinely confused, as though he didn’t understand where this was coming from.

“Don’t act dumb” you snapped, your heart pounding in your chest. It was hard to hold back the tears. "You left me when I needed you the most."

He stood still, silent, his eyes dropping to the floor. And then, a soft, pained whisper: "I’m sorry."

You looked away, the words stinging. "I tried to contact you. I tried to let you know about the baby"

He froze, his eyes wide with confusion. “A… baby?” His voice barely reached you, his shock apparent as he processed your words.

“That’s what happens when you don’t use condoms, Donghyuck. And it was for weeks if you remember” you said, the bitterness lacing your voice. His world shattered, the guilt and realization settling in. He had been an idiot. But why had he left in the first place?

“I thought I was going to ruin your life, Y/N.I… I didn’t think I could give you this. I didn’t think I could give you the life you deserve” he confessed, voice trembling as he tried to explain.

You met his gaze, the tears threatening to spill. "You did it anyway, Donghyuck. I was left alone. I couldn’t raise it, so I had to…" Your voice caught, and for a moment, the weight of it all was too much. "I still feel guilty"

The words felt too heavy to carry, but you said them anyway, hoping that he would somehow understand the pain you had lived with all these years.

Donghyuck stepped closer, his face full of regret and sorrow. "Listen, can we get coffee? We can talk about it, I promise."

But before you could answer, a small voice broke through the heavy silence.

“Mama!” A little boy came running toward you, arms outstretched. The sight of him made your heart swell. You crouched down, opening your arms, and as he ran into them, you heard a familiar voice approaching from behind.

"Y/N, I know you said no more junk food but…” Chenle’s voice, filled with both guilt and warmth, met your ears. He was pushing a stroller, and when he saw Donghyuck, his eyes narrowed instinctively.

You smiled softly as you lifted your son, Yoonoh, in your arms, his tiny hands gripping yours. "Meet my beautiful boy, Yoonoh. He’s three years old" You looked down at your child, your heart swelling with love. "And this one’s my beautiful girl, Minju.She's one year old" Your daughter, nestled safely in the stroller, gave a soft giggle at her brother’s antics.

Donghyuck stared at them for a moment, disbelief on his face. "You got married?" His voice was hesitant, unsure.

You nodded, glancing at Chenle, who had come to stand by your side. "Yes. Chenle loved me, helped me when I could barely love myself. He’s been my support all these years"

Donghyuck stood there, feeling like his world had crumbled. This should’ve been him. He wanted to be the one to give you that life, to raise those kids with you. The realization hit him harder than anything else.

The pain of regret was sharp. His hands clenched at his sides, the weight of his past mistakes pressing down on him. He could’ve been the one to be there for you, to help you raise your family. But now, you had moved on, and he was left with nothing but the shadow of what could’ve been.

And in that moment, Donghyuck realized that all along, the child he had been holding wasn’t his—and never would be. It was his friend’s child, a fact he hadn’t bothered to explain, leaving you to assume the worst. It was easier for him that way—because if you hated him, he wouldn’t have to face the consequences of what he’d done. It was his way of coping with his shame, with the guilt of abandoning you all those years ago.

He looked at Yoonoh and Minju, your children, and the family that you had built with someone else. The weight of his mistakes felt unbearable, and the void of what could have been seemed infinite, like an emptiness that stretched beyond his reach. How could he have let this happen? Why hadn’t he stepped up when it mattered? He had been too afraid to face his fears, too afraid to face his responsibilities. And now, it was too late.

And maybe, just maybe, Chenle was right. His leaving, his hesitation, his fear—it had all led to this. He had pushed you away when he should have been there. He had let his own insecurities dictate the course of both your lives. If only he had stayed, if only he had chosen to face the responsibility, to choose you the way you chose him—things could have been different.

Now, as he stood there, watching you walk away with your children—his heart sank. The void of what could have been seemed like a chasm, too wide to cross, an endless abyss of lost opportunities. He had been too scared to face the future, too scared to take responsibility. And now, all that was left were the painful echoes of a past that could never be undone.

It was too late for him. Too late for redemption. Too late to fix the mistakes that had haunted him all these years.

[from-izzy]

nct dream masterlist ♡

☂ - angst | ♡ - fluff | ➳ - hurt/comfort | ⋆⁺₊ - suggestive | ʚ/ɞ - external/internal challenges | personal favourite

OT7

[~4.3k ♡] proposing to you

Mark Lee

[~1.7 ☂ ♡ ➳ ʚ ɞ] [00:05]

Huang Renjun

[~700 ☂ ♡ ➳ ʚ ɞ] [21:15]

Lee Jeno

generating...

Lee Donghyuck | Haechan

[~1.6k ♡ ⋆⁺₊] [08:52]

Na Jaemin

[~1.6k ☂ (slight ♡) ɞ] yesterday's petal [~2.5k ☂ ♡ ➳] [01:34] [~1k ♡] it's so nice to be loved by you

Zhong Chenle

generating...

Park Jisung

generating...

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 the boyz masterlist 🤍 riize masterlist 🤍 other masterlist

[nominzn]

Jo Malone & Pinot Noir 2

chenle x leitora gênero: fluff; sugestivo. wc: 1.4k mlist Chenle não sabe mais o que é ser apenas seu amigo, mas isso ainda é um segredo. Até que um encontro o tira do eixo, e ele sente o sangue ferver. nota: mais um pouquinho desse chenle que mexeu mt com a minha (nossa) cabeça. espero que gostem! <3

"Vem pra cá hoje?" Ouviu Chenle perguntar manhoso. Acabara de acordar, mas correu para te ligar de vídeo.

"Cê sabe que não dá." Viu-o revirar os olhos. "Eu tenho todo um ritual pra me arrumar, teria que levar minha casa pra sua." Você riu, imaginando as tuas coisas espalhadas pelo chão do quarto do ficante.

Sairiam hoje à noite, Hyuck arrumou uma noitada para irem. O amigo do amigo dele, que conhecia o dono do evento, pôs uns nomes na lista. Honestamente, não tentaram traçar a origem do convite. Se soubessem mais, talvez não fossem.

Desde a primeira vez que ficaram, você e Chenle não se desgrudaram mais. No entanto, nem os amigos próximos souberam de nada, porque não tinham contado ainda. Pra falar bem a verdade, não haviam conversado sobre o que eram – estavam apenas curtindo, por enquanto.

"Então eu vou aí, pronto." Sorriu sem mostrar os dentes, e você protestou de mentirinha, fazendo-o soltar uma risada rouca, com os olhos apertados de sono. Ficara animada com a ideia da companhia dele. "Já já tô aí, não precisa cozinhar. Vou levar almoço." Você assentiu com a cabeça e cantarolou uma resposta.

"Até daqui a pouco, mô." Despediu-se do outro lado e desligou, te deixando embasbacada. Mô?

neném: do que vc me chamou???? lele: num sei de nada

O chinês chegou com uma sacola enorme do restaurante Madero numa mão e uma menor, da Lindt, na outra, além da mochila nas costas. Abriu espaço para que ele entrasse no teu apartamento, fechando a porta em seguida.

Ele já estava acostumado a ir à tua casa, de modo que seus pés automaticamente orientaram-se para a cozinha, colocando as sacolas sobre a pequena mesa de jantar.

"Chenle, o que é isso?" Arqueou a sobrancelha, fingindo estar brava, apontando para o pacote de chocolates caros.

"Tá louca? Outro dia aí tu disse que queria um doce." Você fez como se fosse cruzar os braços, porém ele te impediu. Te prendeu num enlace firme, íntimo.

"Não precisava." Derreteu-se no ombro dele, sentindo a pele aquecida do pescoço na ponta do nariz.

"Claro que precisava. Vem cá." Você levantou a cabeça para olhar em seus olhos. "Só tô te mimando um pouquinho. Tá?" O rapaz sorriu ao observar que teu rosto se contorcia, tentando deter o sorriso.

Tão logo te soltou, sentiu suas mãos segurarem tuas bochechas. Não te daria a opção de desconversar.

"Tá, dona encrenca?" Aguardava uma resposta, seu tom denunciou. Deu um selinho no bico formado pela pressão na face. "Tá?"

"Tá."

E, então, a boca dele se moldou na tua com uma brandura conhecida. Entrelaçou os dedos no teus, te puxou para mais perto.

"Tava com saudade." Você sussurrou contra seus lábios, e Chenle te envolveu com mais vontade. Tuas palavras alteraram a química do cérebro dele. Nem se recordava dos planos de não parecer emocionado.

"Muita." Te beijou bem suave, o rosto adornando-se de felicidade.

Depois de almoçarem, ainda havia tempo antes de precisarem se arrumar. Na sala, colocaram qualquer comédia romântica, teu gênero mais assistido, pra ter barulho de fundo na soneca da tarde pré balada de lei.

"Quem dormir primeiro, ganha!" Disse, fechando os olhos como um relâmpago, deitada no sofá reclinável, aninhada nele. O rapaz gargalhou, não aguentando tuas besteiras. Deixou várias beijocas no topo da tua cabeça, e reclinou-se novamente, apertando teu lado no dele.

Envolvida pela música alta e pelos três (ou quatro?) gin tônicas que tinha bebido, você dançava há uns bons minutos perto de duas amigas que encontrou. O Lalu Lounge estava repleto de conhecidos naquela noite, o que não ajudava teu o lance ainda secreto com Chenle.

"Amiga, e o teu acompanhante, hein?" Sua colega do trabalho, Duda, indagou, balançando as sobrancelhas sugestivamente.

"O Chenle? Que nada, somos só amigos." Balançou os ombros, atuando um desinteresse. "Desde sempre, inclusive."

"Não sei você, mas pra mim, amigos não te secam desse jeito não." Foi Malu quem declarou dessa vez.

"Parem de graça! Ele é assim mesmo, cuida de geral nos rolês."

O dito cujo te espiava do open bar, sozinho, enquanto esperava o teu drink ficar pronto. Hyuck e Jaemin estavam em um canto qualquer do lugar, desenrolando alguém. Deram um perdido nele. Por isso, levou um susto quando notou uma pessoa se aproximar.

"E, aí, irmão?" Reconheceu Mark ao virar-se. "Não sabia que tu curtia aqui, cara." Bateram uma das mãos e conectaram os ombros brevemente. "Mó cara de quietinho."

"Só a cara mesmo. E tu, irmão?" Brincou com o colega, mas estava inquieto pra tomar conta de você na pista de dança. Olhando na tua direção, notou que estava caminhando até eles, acompanhada de uma das amigas.

Mark seguiu a direção dos olhos do outro e pareceu interessado. "Tu conhece? Mó gata." Chenle semicerrou os olhos, tentando reconhecer quem estava contigo.

"Pior que não. A gente pergunta aqui."

Ele pegou o drink e te entregou, você piscou em agradecimento. Mark inclinou-se com os dedos delicadamente pousando nos teus ombros, sorriso de malandro na boca. Ele não havia perguntado sobre tua amiga, mas sobre você.

"Eu sou o Mark, prazer. Qual seu nome?" Falou ao teu ouvido, competindo com o som alto, mas cheio de charme. Vendo o rosto do homem novamente, percebeu quem ele era.

Pelo jeito que ele esperava tua reposta, não achou boa ideia dar bola. Ademais, a expressão de Lele, que assistia atentamente, te alertava da situação-problema.

"O nome da minha amiga é Malu, tá solteira." Fez-se de desentendida. Teu ficante estava claramente puto. Queria pedir-lhe ajuda pelo olhar, no entanto, ele fuzilava o parceiro da faculdade.

"Mas eu quero você, linda." Não satisfeito com o fora, investiu de novo. Você riu de nervoso.

Chenle te olhou bem na hora que soltou a risada. Depois disso, tudo pareceu um borrão. Ao sentir a mão dele no teu braço, só deu tempo de deixar o copo no balcão. Seguia depressa seus passos firmes, sem fazer ideia de aonde iam. Mark e Malu olharam atônitos para a cena, e você decidiu nem olhar para trás. Conversaria com a amiga outra hora.

Alcançaram um espaço mais vazio, onde a música estava moderada, e Chenle te fechou contra a parede. Mirava seus olhos irritados, intensos, passeando pela tua face.

"Que porra foi essa?" Questionou exasperada, mas a raiva tão fina quanto papel. Não era verdadeira.

"Caralho! Eu que te pergunto. Quer voltar lá e ficar com o merda do Mark?" O deboche era tanto que escorria. Não considerava o cara um merda; não controlou, no entanto, as pontadas no peito quando a viu de papinho com ele.

A dúvida pairou no ar. Você genuinamente era incapaz de replicar, dada a confinidade do maior. Achava-se hipnotizada.

Surpreendeu-se quando o rapaz pressionou os lábios contra os teus com afinco. O beijo era diferente, esbraseante. Sua língua encostava na tua com flamas, que se alastravam por todo teu corpo. Da mesma maneira suas digitais se dispersavam, tornando-se tatuagens sobre tua cintura e teu quadril.

Você posicionou as mãos nos ombros largos, somente pare tê-las fixadas acima da cabeça por Chenle, que segurou vigorosamente teus pulsos com apenas uma mão.

"Olha pra você." Soprou com escárnio. "Acha que o Mark te deixaria assim?" Sentiu os dedos da mão livre envolvendo teu pescoço como um colar. Levantou um dos joelhos entre tuas pernas, sua respiração entrecortou. "Ele faz melhor?"

"Não, Lele. Ninguém faz melhor que você." Vê o olhar dele abrandar. Toma teu lábio inferior nos dentes, terno.

"Gostosa pra caralho." Segredou, enfeitiçado, mente a mil. "Diz que é minha." Soa ao teu ouvido como um pedido desesperado. A boca arde na tua mandíbula, no teu lóbulo, em mordidas arrastadas. "Agora."

"Sou sua." Sugou tua pele sensível, entre a clavícula e a orelha, completamente devoto, imerso, em te colorir de púrpura. "Toda sua, só sua." Choramingou com a tensão da coxa entre as tuas.

No minuto em que ele folgou o aperto nos teus pulsos, você acariciou seus ombros e peitoral com fervor. Desejava ferozmente tocá-lo. Uma vez mais se beijaram, e ele pôs as mãos nos bolsos traseiros da tua calça, acercando teus corpos com a veemência dos ciúmes que ainda o inflamavam.

"Vamo' embora daqui?" Você sugeriu baixinho, quase uma súplica. Observou a boca acerejada, e resistiu tomá-la na tua outra vez.

"Por favor." Exibiu um sorriso atravessado. Te acompanhou alcançar o celular no seu bolso da frente, reprimiu uma arfada, e você solicitou o uber.

Ele cerrou os olhos, com o próprio telefone de volta à mão, experimentando a sensação da tua boca nos músculos do colo. Puta que pariu, pensou. Essa mulher detonava sua sanidade como se fosse nada. Chenle era a lua da tua órbita, e estaria satisfeito de seguir assim. Entretanto, por hora, teria toda essa noite para te fazer dele.

[forsungie]

@forsungie’s masterlist

masterlist of my former account

WRITTEN

sex with him after their game | PJS

he took care of you | MKL

your best friend’s younger brother | PJS

the way i loved you (teaser) | PJS

getaway car | PJS

getaway car (bonus part) | PJS

make out break (full english) | PJS

random thoughts about being in a relationship with jisung (full english)

maroon (full english) | PJS

DRABBLES

JISUNG DRABBLE #1

which top is better? | PJS

SMAU

a short jisung filo au

part one part two last part

summary. kung bawal mag drive kapag nakainom, dapat bawal din mag text ng i miss you sa ex.

one shot sungchan filo au

summary. pinakita sayo ni sungchan kung bakit hindi mo kailangan mag selos.

a short jisung filo au

summary. crush mo si jazi (jisung) na leader ng dance varsity niyo.

jisung as your ka-fubu

push and pull masterlist

synopsis. being in a situationship with someone who gives you mixed signals can be emotionally exhausting... yet you keep coming back to him.

TEXTS / REACTIONS

random texts with jisung

random texts with bf! jisung

random texts with bf! jisung (full english)

random texts with bf! jisung pt. 2 (full english)

jisung as your bff na crush mo

WORKING IN PROGRESS

the way i loved you | PJS

i hate this distance | PJS

do not repost or translate my works without my permission.

© forsungie, 2023

[fullsunstrawberry]

Random NCT Dream Texts

[dreamie masterlist]

a/n: some of these were inspired by Pinterest

[yizhrt]

welcome to yizhrt!

hi, i'm lola! i'm 18 years old and this is my main blog turned into a side blog lol. here i'll be rebloging my favourite fics and talking about random things (mostly complaints).

this is my writing blog: @https-lvesick

navigation . . .ᐟ

icymi ★ | for self reblogs

correio do amor da lola! | for ask replies

lola is rambling | for my ramblings

my dream: (member) 𖹭 | for nct dream fics

my world: (member) 𖹭 | for aespa fics

stayville: (member) 𖹭 | for stray kids fics

svt right here: (member) 𖹭 | for seventeen fics

my moots .ᐟ 🫂 | for my moots reblogs

genres will be also tagged! such as angst, smut, fluff, texts and smau

rec lists won't be done here, but on my writing blog!

tags below so you can find what you want easily!

[ongakuluva]

NCT DREAM - Carat Cake

[dhvlee]

send requestsss (texts, reactions, smut, fluff, angst, suggestive, whatever yall want tbh)