#dad!zhong chenle

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baby fever is so high i might just start writing dad!dreamies

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Meet the Zhong Children (Chenle)

Zhong Yaozu

Full Name: Zhong Yaozu

Hanzi: 鐘耀祖

Korean Name: Jong Ji Hun

Hangul: 종지훈

English Name: Everett

Nickname/s: Yao, Zu Zu

Height: 5ft 7

Language/s: Chinese (Mandarin), Korean

Date of Birth: December 31, 2026

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Birth Place: Shanghai, China

Time of Birth: 3:01 AM

Birth Weight: 9lbs 8oz

Godparent/s: Kun & Renjun

Zhong Xiyang

Full Name: Zhong Xiyang

Hanzi: 鐘希揚

Korean Name: Jong Kyung Soo

Hangul: 종경수

English Name: Hunter

Nickname/s: Xi Xi, Yang

Height: 5ft 9

Language/s: Chinese (Mandarin), Korean

Date of Birth: January 15, 2030

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Birth Place: Shanghai, China

Time of Birth: 5:40 AM

Birth Weight: 7lbs 11oz

Godparent/s: Jisung

Zhong Jiayi

Full Name: Zhong Jiayi

Hanzi: 鍾嘉義

Korean Name: Jong Na Rae

Hangul: 종나래

English Name: Ivy

Nickname/s: Jia

Height: 5ft 6.5

Language/s: Chinese (Mandarin), Korean

Date of Birth: July 7, 2032

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Birth Place: Shanghai, China

Time of Birth: 1:14 AM

Birth Weight: 6lbs 4oz

Godparent/s: Jisung & Renjun

[ttjisung]

CANCUN p. jisung

richkid!park jisung x richkid!fem reader (e2l)

in which a trip to southern mexico along with your brother's obnoxious friend becomes more than you can handle when you both release your stress.

cw: MDNI! SMUT! my longest fic so far for my boyfie's birthday :3, fingering, exhibitionism (you don't get caught), unprotected sex, dry humping, public sex, dom jisung for the element of surprise, you are honestly really snobby and annoying and jisung is too, even though he tries to hide it. (wc: 5.7k)

For the past week and half, you’ve woken up smiling with a pep in your step – it was finally summer! The only time available to feel somewhat happy as a college student had arrived, after months of long lectures and painfully boring labs, and you weren’t looking to waste it droning miserably around an isolated campus. The opportunity to travel was offered to you the second day of your break, in the form of a message from your brother, Chenle.

Yo. We’re hitting up the beach house in Cancun if you want to come. You can invite someone too, just let me know. Dad’s paying 

Not even ten minutes later, you and Ningning were at the mall scouting for cute bikinis. Deciding on a light pink two piece with a flared miniskirt on the bottom, you didn’t bother looking at the price tag before passing it to the worker. Truth be told, you hadn’t looked at your bank account since you were allowed to get one. You knew it was always covered, and you had sworn to never be one of those rich kids who are ashamed of their wealth and call themselves “comfortable”. You figured if you could enjoy life and travel with your best friend every semester, why fight it?

“Lele better have gotten us each a first class window seat. If I get middle I will slice his throat.” 

Ningning mindlessly nodded to your obnoxious complaints, holding her phone up high to record a pre-trip transition tiktok, not bothering turning her volume down as the noise rang out loudly. “-Ugh, and then he was like, you only get to check in two bags but like, Ning that’s so unfair. Like I need more so I can bring back gifts for the girls.” This time Ningning actually looked in your direction, voicing out a small mmm to let you know she agreed.

The both of you sported similar airport outfits – comfy pink sweatpants alongside a white shirt, the matching outfit a tribute you had planned for the trip. Chenle spotted you immediately, yelling out your name and throwing his hands up in the air. As your eyes locked, you rushed over, shoving your bags onto the bench and hugging him. “Ewww, get off me.” The attempted-sweet moment was tarnished as he pushed you off, deciding to not greet Ningning either.   

Rolling your eyes at his annoying antics, you waved at his friends who were scattered along the same sitting area. Scanning their faces, you didn’t miss the way one particular friend didn’t wave back – Park Jisung, who for some reason swore you were his mortal enemy. He simply looked your way, scoffed, and pulled his phone out again. Your plans of slapping him and pulling him by the hair were interrupted as Jaemin, one of your brother’s nicer friends stepped in front of you, smiling widely. 

“Little Zhong, it’s been so long. When’d we last see you?” “Umm… I don’t really… know.” He laughed, and you giggled along, engaging in small talk. Had Jaemin not been blocking you, you would’ve seen the way Jisung’s  eyes squinted sharply at your direction, spanning between you and his friend quickly before averting his view. 

After leaving your bags with your brother, you pulled Ningning along to go airport shopping. It was a higher end company, and of course you were part of the membership, meaning you all shared a private lounge. The company offered many stores for members only, ranging from Coach to Chanel, and that’s where you immediately headed together. 

“I think I need a bag for the trip, I looked up the trends in South Mexico right now and my purse just isn’t aligning.” “Oh my God, same. I don’t know what I was thinking bringing that five month old red one, it would’ve been so embarrassing.” Your snobbish comments blended in with the echoes of older women who had access to the same membership, and after one hour of touching authentic leather clutches to Greek weaved trendy tote bags, you were finally satisfied with your three new bags (Nigning with her two). 

The whole group decided to meet up an hour before necessary to sit together until the boarding time, an effort encouraged by Mark who said he ended up in a small bug-infested motel next to an airport once because he lost his group and missed his plane. That scenario being unironically your worst fear, you were quick to hop on board and agree, pulling Ningning by the hand to head towards their lounge.

Unsurprisingly, all of the others were gone, probably also shopping or stuffing their faces at the supreme sushi buffet, leaving you two alone. As the minutes passed by, you were starting to get annoyed, not wanting to end up in the small motel Mark described. “Ning, go look for anyone else. I’ll stay here.” “What the hell? Why do you get to stay here while I look?” “Umm, because one of us has to, dummy. Did you forget about like… bombs and stuff? Airport rules. Duh.” Rolling her eyes, Ningning crossed her arms and stormed off, muttering under her breath as she walked out of view. 

You grinned as she was finally completely gone, pulling out a sleeping eye mask and moving onto the chaise lounge, on your back. A looming shadow was what woke you up, so intense you swear you could see it with your eyes closed. Pulling your eye mask up, you were awoken to the sight of Park Jisung hovering over your body on his knees, head over yours casting a shadow.  

“What?”

The question made him scoff once more, looking away and shaking his head before simply getting up and walking away. “Hey! Don’t walk away! You were watching me sleep, creep.” You rushed to get up, fully discarding the mask and standing up to follow him around the medium-sized room. “Don’t flatter yourself,” his deeper voice rang out, continuing to walk away, “I was just checking cause Chenle asked me t-” He was interrupted as you finally caught up to him, holding his arm in your hand and tugging him around. 

A swelling frustration built up in you as you saw his eyes, full of disinterest and boredom. It was one thing to bother you constantly, it was another to do so while feigning nonchalance. Somehow, your brother’s best friend had managed to get on every single nerve inside of your body, and you seriously began to worry about what would happen when your body would run out on the trip. 

“Look, it’s already annoying enough that we have to be near each other these next three weeks. Can we please just avoid each other?” The truce you offered was your last hope, pleading at him in a desperate manner. Jisung looked away with a hand on his chin, as if to seriously think about what you requested, looking at you once again before his smile cracked, eyes squinted slightly as he shook his head, floppy bangs swaying side to side, “No.”  

You huffed before letting go of his arm with a strong force, turning around and walking towards your new stack of bags, choosing one off the top to hold before attempting to storm off in the direction of Ningning. At this point you were seriously starting to consider cancelling the trip. You’d probably be able to convince your parents to send you two to France instead for the fourth time; yet one thing that your summer house in Cancun had that your three story, antique French apartment didn’t was Mango, the orange fat cat who resided on the property that you adored. Since you were a kid, you looked forward to every Spring break because it meant visiting Mango and sleeping on the beach with him under the hot Mexican Sun. Now though, it seems like he’ll have to be your distraction for Jisung’s aggravating antics.

If you had to pick one thing about the male that infuriated you the most, it’d be his hypocrisy. Even you admitted that you were spoiled, not defending yourself when the topic came up, yet Jisung wouldn’t miss a chance to look down at you in disapproval, acting like he was superior when he was the exact same thing as you – an entitled, superficial rich kid who ended up with everything he could dream of.

Ningning was paid for by your parents, but Chenle revealed to you through text that his friends provided for their own selves, using their supposed money that truly just came out of their parents pockets instead, including Jisung who never failed to remind you you were nothing but a product of wealth. 

Although you had half a mind to curse him out, you were honestly tired and just wanted to find your best friend to complain to. Jisung had to ruin apparently every one of your plans as his larger hand wrapped around your shoulder, this time stopping you from marching away. “Wait, hold on. My bad, okay? I’ll agree with you,” his voice sounded smoother, more empathetic as he pulled you back near the couch he caught you sleeping on. “Really?” Your hope was restored as he nodded his head, “Yeah, on one condition.” “What would that be?” 

Rather than answering you, he simply pushed you onto the seat, getting on his knees again and hovering in between your legs once more. You felt his breath on your face as he stopped, his eyes scanning your face before lowering to your lips. A grin grew on his mouth, though he tried to hide it by biting his own lip. 

Without a warning, his hands moved to your shoulders, pulling you into him as he left a small peck to the corner of your mouth. Still in shock and confusion, you didn’t push him off which he took as encouragement to place another one on the other corner. Finally regaining your consciousness, you shrieked and pushed him away, looking at him with wide eyes. 

“What the hell, Jisung? What is wrong with you?” The male rolled his eyes at your loudly yelled questions, leaning into your ear instead. “You can act like you haven’t felt any tension between us all you want, but I won’t let you ignore me this time.” He whispered, standing up on his feet and staring at your face before walking off to where his own bags were. 

The rest of the hour was spent in the bathroom, frantically retelling the story to Ningning who was just as shocked as you were, yet according to her it was only a matter of time before that evil man tried something on you.

When you two rejoined the larger group to finally board, you were weirdly quiet, avoiding the stare of Jisung who was watching you intently. It was the first time he’d seen you so panicked, so distraught. It was then that he realized he really liked the feeling of having control over you. While he was smiling to himself, predicting what a great trip it would be, you were shivering in your seat, dreading what was yet to come.

All of your worries faded away as you stared at the green sign displayed above the road Chenle was driving on, Bienvenidos a Cancun. It had been a while since you were last here, the humid hot air and the bright sun almost unfamiliar to the point where it would’ve upset you. Unfortunately, your group was too large to commute together, so you split up into two groups. 

You waved goodbye to Renjun, Haechan, Mark and Jeno at the airport parking lot, entering the backseat of a large black vehicle that adorned a sign with your last name on it, clearly dedicated to you and your brother. Jaemin sat next to Chenle in the passenger’s seat, leaving you sandwiched between Ningning and Jisung. Chenle insisted you’d sit there, saying your guest should have the window seat. You nearly choked him out through the console of the car. 

Ningning was asleep in minutes, clearly jetlagged from the plane ride, the soft chattering coming from the front of the car probably lullaby-ing her into slumber. This left you awkwardly pressed to her side, trying your best to avoid contact with the male next to you who had been observing you ever since you all landed. 

A bump came up ahead on the road, causing you to shift up slightly into the air, landing next to Jisung’s legs. Thanks to the microshorts you were wearing (curse the torturous summer weather), your bare thigh was pressing against Jisung’s choice of long jorts. The length of his attire stopped your skin from touching his, leading to a relieved sigh, yet it was interrupted by a heavy breath as he nonchalantly moved his closer hand towards your thigh, awkwardly placing it between yours and his. 

Confused by his choice of placement, you were about to complain yet words no one would ever hear were caught in your throat as the car came into contact with another speed bump, this time lifting Jisung’s hand directly onto your bare, plush skin. “Hey! Take it off.” He simply shrugged at your whispered demand, “It’s the car, I can’t control it.” 

The daggers in your eyes simply egged Jisung on as he lightly pinched your thigh, chuckling lightly to himself as you smacked his hand away finally. 

Once the car ride was over and Ningning was shaken awake by your own hands, the two of you ran inside the large house, speeding into the hallway to choose your rooms first. You settled for one of the two rooms on the second story, opting for the one with a balcony facing the blue crystal water of the beach. Ningning ended up on the first story in the room closest to the indoor pool, yelling something about her daily morning laps. 

One by one, Chenle along with his friend group entered the large house, claiming their own territory quickly. Jeno, Haechan and Jaemin decided to stay in the rooms in the basement, and a large part of you believed it was due to the theater room that had a PS5 connected to a surround-sound speaker system. Mark took the room next to Ningning, the two of them bonding over their swimming exercise routine. Renjun took the room furthest into the hallway, followed by Chenle who chose the one in between his and Mark’s. 

It was a pure coincidence that Jisung ended up residing in the last room available, upstairs and right next to yours. You hadn’t even realized it was him until he knocked on your door, pushing it open before you could say anything and leaning on the frame. 

“There is no way you’re next to me. Switch rooms with someone now!” Your words were pointed and firm, suddenly covered in the confidence you lacked at the airport as you stood up, throwing your unpacked clothing onto the king sized bed. Jisung simply snickered to himself, “It’s cute that you think that’s up to you to decide. I’m comfy here though, and I already unpacked so no can do, sorry.” “Why do you enjoy making my life a living hell?” “Because it’s funny.” His responses only angered you further, causing you to stand up and slam the door on his face. 

Choosing a better method to unwind than yelling in your brother’s best friend’s face, you put on a cute bikini with a lace cover-up, rushing out into the hallway when the coast was clear and heading towards Ningning’s room, who was also already unpacked and dressed in a cute sundress. 

No words were exchanged as you two ran through the back door onto the beach, giggling with each other as your feet met the warm sand. Ningning placed her tote bag down near the water, laying down two towels and sitting on one of them. 

It was no surprise when you heard the shouts of the rest of the group, each male running towards the beach as well. They all placed their miscellaneous beach items next to you, not bothering to place down a towel and simply sitting in the warm sand in a circle. 

Truthfully, you were already sick of the overwhelming testosterone that engulfed you both, and apparently your best friend was as well as she shouted out a challenge, “Last one to dive into the water has to do everybody else’s laundry.” Ignoring the fact that your vacation home came accompanied with a house maid, which of course it did, the large majority of the men stood up, racing through the sand until you could barely see their heads in the water. 

Three stayed back – Jaemin, Jisung and Renjun. The last had already occupied himself with a book in his hand, laying on his stomach on his towel (he was the only one that brought one out of all of his friends). Jisung was simply staring at you with a blank expression, causing you to roll your eyes and look away. He momentarily looked away as well, although your next words pulled his attention back quickly. “Jaems, can you help me put some sunscreen on?” The older male next to you nodded, smiling and grabbing the bottle from your hand. He shifted so that your back would be facing him, squirting out a generous amount of the lotion before nudging your hair aside, spreading it onto the back of your neck first. 

His hands roamed towards the small of your back, spreading the lotion all over you before gently rubbing it in with his palms. Soft sighs escaped from your mouth, your eyes closed as you leaned into his hands that were essentially massaging you. 

Jisung was annoyed. It was one thing when you provoked him specifically, but to display your content sighs so loudly was another. He’s not sure why the sight of his close friend’s large hands running up your hips, under your arms, everywhere, had him so riled up. It couldn’t be jealousy – you were the most infuriating person he knew, yet as he quickly stood up, rushing over to the water, it was clear that he was more bothered than he let off. 

Soon enough, the hot sun faded out into a serene, dark sky, and the group had once again returned to the house momentarily. Tired from several hours of messing around in the water, Chenle announced that he would order food. It was Ningning’s suggestion that they eat it on the beach chairs settled right outside of the house, under the balcony of your room. Although you hadn’t swam as much as the others, you were honestly tired of the socialization and chose to head to your room instead. Jisung was confused – and maybe even disappointed – when he noticed you weren’t outside with the rest, deciding he’d check in on you (and aggravate you a bit more).

His long legs carried him upstairs, leading him to the familiar door of your room that was slightly ajar. Inside, you laid on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. His grin grew, the palm of his hand pushing harshly onto the door until it opened completely.

Your eyes were quick to look up at the source of the noise, rolling once you realized it was Jisung. “What is it now?” “Nothing, can’t a guy just want to hang out with his dear friend?” Your nose scrunched up as his response, “I’m not your friend, you’ve made it clear with your relentless bullying all of these years.” He pushed himself off of the door frame and into your room, stepping until he was right next to your bed, standing still next to your laying body. 

“C’mon, I’m not that bad.” He joked, hoping you didn’t catch the way his eyes roamed down your barely clothed stomach to your smooth legs. You did catch it, yet refused to mention it in fear of a scenario like the one in the lounge repeating. “Look, come here.” He leaned down, grabbing your hand in his and pulling until you were unwillingly sitting on the bed. He didn’t stop until you were completely off of the mattress, dragging you towards the open doors that led to your balcony. 

You could hear the buzz from below it, belonging to the large group eating some authentic tacos that costed a hundred pesos each. Jisung stopped once you both were fully outside, and you stared up at him, confused by his actions. 

He caught your gaze, smirking down at you before lifting a finger to his lips, as if to motion you to be quiet. That confused you even more, you weren’t even being loud?

You suppose his next actions explained his weird antics as he flipped you to lean against the railing of the balcony, your nearly-naked back now facing his clothed chest as you were forced to look out towards the beach. He used the hands he flipped you with to hold onto both of your hips, pushing you flush against him and placing his head on your shoulder, almost looking down at the crowd from behind you. 

“They look so busy, hmm?” You squinted your eyes at his question, wondering why he even cared. “I mean, I guess so…” “Would truly be a shame if they were to look up and see us right now, right?” You tried to tilt your head to look at him, yet he took one of his hands and placed it on the back of your neck, forcing you to look down. “We aren’t doing anything… so not really.” You wish you could ignore the way the laugh he let out didn’t run straight to your core, yet it was hard as his grip on you grew, pulling your body closer into his until you felt the pressure of his hands build up.

You jumped at the feeling of his hand leaving your hip, instead roaming towards the end of your ruffled bikini bottom. Nothing could hide the small gasp that released from your mouth as it snaked over towards the front of your body, slowly lowering itself until he was fully covering your clothed core. “Shh, don’t want them to hear, do you?” The small twinge of pleasure along with the ache building inside of you blinded you to the small smirk heard in his voice.  

His voice was muffled with your hair as he pushed his face closer to you, his breath evident against your ear as the grip in his other hand grew, applying more pressure to the base of your neck. 

His long fingers were now gently rubbing you through the material of your bikini, ever so slightly moving until they met your clothed clit. Your breathing grew heavier, knuckles turning white as you held onto the railing, praying that the dark sky covered the possible view your friends had downstairs. The view of Jisung’s hand finally pulling the fabric aside, fingers gliding against the slick that had built up from his actions. A small moan was muffled by his other hand that moved from your neck to your mouth, now confidently rolling your sensitive clit with his thumb as two of his fingers drifted lower, slowly but surely finding their way inside of you.

You had truly underestimated the size of Jisung’s hands as he built up his pace, thrusting the two fingers in and out. It was only when you felt an unfamiliar, cold sensation that you realized he had left a ring on one of them – probably the friendship ring Chenle forced all of them to buy and wear. 

His breathing grew as a reaction to the way your body instinctively bucked against his, your ass now pressed against his painful erection. He lightly whined into your shoulder, increasing the speed at which he moved his fingers inside of you, hoping you’d continue to build the friction between the two of you. 

Your moans quickened as well, fading to breathless gasps as the cold of his jewelry met with the warmth of your walls, leaving you a mess at his mercy. Just as you continued to press into him, craving more than just his long curved fingers, you heard a voice from below. “Should we go check in on Ji and N/n?” 

Curse Jaemin and his thoughtful concern, you began to pull away from Jisung, afraid of getting caught. What you hadn’t expected was for Jisung to push back into you, the hand that had covered your mouth now holding your hips, bucking his own to the fast pace he set, desperately searching for release as his fingers continued to bully their way inside of you. 

“Ji… Jisung, stop! They’ll… Th- They’ll catch us…” You struggled to let your words out, growing desperate as well, his fingers reaching so deep inside of you that you felt like you were going to pass out from the pleasure. The added danger of knowing you might get walked into was your final push as your mouth released a final whine, folding against the railing you held onto as you attempted to catch your breath. 

Jisung was too focused to stop, continuing to rut into you, his fingers sliding out and moving towards his mouth instead. He lifted his head off your neck to suck onto them, swirling his tongue to fully enjoy the taste of you. Without a warning, and quite frankly ignoring your pleas of overstimulation, he thrusted his covered bulge into you once more, groaning into his own fingers as he came in his shorts. 

He stood against you for a minute, the two of you catching your breath and attempting to process what just happened, yet the sound of several footsteps rushing up the stairs and near your doorway had you pushing him away, running into your room and picking up the closest pair of pants to put on. 

Ningning’s eyebrow was raised when she stepped into your room, suspiciously locking eyes with you before looking at Jisung, continuing to observe the two of you harshly. Your heart beating almost covered the noise of Chenle, who was demanding you and Jisung to join them all downstairs to bond. Wanting to escape the heavy atmosphere hanging around you two after what had just happened, you were quick to agree, running down the stairs and out the door. 

The morning after came soon, the bright sunlight that poured into your room waking you up from a scandalous dream about Jisung that you would never share with anyone. You were so embarrassed –  you were supposed to be the one to bitch Jisung, not the other way around, so to admit that you came on his fingers, more importantly that you enjoyed it, proved difficult. 

Both Ningning and Jisung stared at you weirdly as you announced you felt sick, therefore you would not be able to join them on their trip to the cenotes. You refused to lock eyes with either of them when you rushed back up the stairs, slamming your door behind you. 

You spent the day lazily relaxing on the beach alone, sipping on several glasses of agua de horchata with an audible book blasting through your Airpods Max. Your peace was only disturbed once the sun began to set, and a hand was placed onto your bare shoulder. You recognized the large hand, unfortunately too familiar. 

“Was it that bad that you had to avoid us all?” Jisung’s deep voice rang out, his body finally coming into view as he sat next to you. It took everything in you to not stare at his upper body, now bare as a result of the adventures the group went on. You shrugged his hand off, shaking your head and looking off towards the water as you took your headphones off, placing them on your bag. “No.” “Then why did you magically get sick this morning? Scared I would harass you in front of your brother too?” You didn’t want to admit that it was true, but harass wasn’t the term you’d use, considering you woke up wet and reminiscing the feeling of him thrusting into you.

You just shrugged, causing Jisung to frown at your lack of rebuttal. It was only fun when you played along. 

He let out a hum of disapproval, staring at you like he found himself doing a lot on this trip. Finally finding the courage to look at him, your eyes locked, and it was then that Jisung really noticed how pretty you looked under the dim sky. He hesitantly placed a hand on your slightly sunburnt face, cupping your cheek and looking down at your lips.

You looked down at his lips too, admiring how plump they were – you had never taken your time to appreciate how pretty he was as well, too focused on his annoying insults and teasing. You both leaned in slowly until there was no space left in between you, mouths finally meeting. It was slow at first, hesitant and almost innocent, yet something unleashed inside Jisung as he heard you sigh into the kiss. It reminded him of the noises he pulled out of you the night before, suddenly feeling desperate. 

He was the first to assert control, placing his other hand on your face as well and pulling you into him, devouring your lips and pushing against them with his tongue, demanding you to let it meet yours. You complied, sick of acting like you ever wanted control over Jisung. You never actually cared for it, you just liked trying to push him over the edge, which you appeared to succeed in as his breathing quickened. Your tongues met, the kiss turning messy. He could taste the sweet drink off of your spit as he let go of your face, instead moving you until you were laying against the soft sand, his body hovering over yours.

Jisung used both his arms to keep him on top of you as you moved yours down, palming him through the blue swimming shorts he chose to wear. The feeling of your smaller hand making contact with his clothed dick had him swelling up, growing needier and needier until he couldn’t take it. 

He pushed himself up onto his knees, looking down at you as his hands roamed to your small bikini bottoms – smaller than the ones yesterday, you knew what you were doing to him. You propped yourself up on your elbows, ignoring the slight sting of the sand grains digging into your arms as you watched him bite his lip before finally pulling the bottoms off of your legs. 

He groaned at the sight of your bare core, glistening against the dim lighting of the moon. He was quick to follow, desperately pulling off his own shorts, leaving him completely bare. The only clothing that remained on either of you was your bikini top, yet it didn’t last long before Jisung ripped it off, ignoring your small noise of complaint as the fabric tore off of you. He leaned over you again, struggling to ignore the feeling of your slick cunt meeting his hard-on.

Finally, you were both completely naked, left with no distractions. Jisung kissed you again, closing his eyes and melting into the feeling as your hand snaked down. He let out a hiss as you held onto his sensitive dick, guiding it lower until he felt your hole. Giving a few small thrusts against the slit of your pussy, he finally sank in with no warning, moaning at the way you immediately clenched around him. You were no better, eyes widening as you felt the stretch inside of you. Yes, it might’ve been Jisung’s personal goal to annoy you to no end, yet he had enough mercy to give you time to adjust. It might’ve slipped from your mind, yet Jisung was very focused on your facial expressions when he got rid of your clothes, noticing how shocked you appeared to be from the size of his length. He always knew he was on the bigger end, yet his ego continued to inflate as you struggled to take him fully. With his newfound confidence, and your small encouraging nod, he began to move, finding a rhythm as he thrusted into you, pushing you further into the bed of sand under your bodies. 

Your hands found his back, scratching down his built muscles as you fought to get used to him. He moved one of his hands that was holding him up, causing him to shift deeper into you accidentally (yet you weren’t one to complain as the new angle pulled an embarrassingly loud noise from you). His now-free hand slid down your body, stopping at your boobs to tease you a bit, groping the soft flesh before continuing down until he met your clit. 

The way Jisung played with the bundle of nerves alleviated the pain in you, now shifting into pleasure as he pushed into you with a renowned force. “Tell me how it feels, baby.” He whispered into your ear, begging to hear your voice. “S-so good, Ji. Need more, please…” Deciding to not tease you for the first time in his life, he complied, thrusting into you harder, the speed of his fingers on your clit increasing until you were a mess under his body, crying out at the combined stimulation.

The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, alongside the reflection of the moon on the water encompassed you both as your passion took over, grinding down to meet his thrusts with fervor. You finally caved when his mouth met your neck, sucking harshly in hopes of marking you up. You reached your climax, riding it out as Jisung continued to thrust into you. “Where do you want me?” “Inside… Please.” He simply nodded, his movements growing sloppier as he sheathed himself into you fully, searching for his own release. 

You decided to mirror his actions, lifting your head to kiss his neck, and that was enough to make him finish, his cum gushing inside of you, dripping out lightly as he reluctantly pulled out.  As you looked over at Jisung who now laid next to you in the sand, you thought that maybe this trip wouldn’t be so bad after all. It wasn’t until he looked at you, basking in your satisfied afterglow that he leaned in, holding your neck with his hand and pulling you into another heated kiss, this time pulling you on top of him, that you realized you had to plan a very long debrief with both Ningning and Mango tomorrow morning.

a/n: is it obvious i'm mexican and this is slightly self indulgent. psa if youre paying more than twenty pesos for a taco its probably not an authentic one :/ this is the longest fic i've ever written to celebrate the very special occasion. park jisung day. ^_^

[nerdlvr]

⋆₊˚⊹.𖥔 zoom, click, panic ! -> hyuck's group

pussy feens (virgins) !

lee donghyuck is obsessed with anything camera related, no wonder he's a photography major. unfortunately for him it's an expensive hobby for a broke student like himself. he just lost his job at the convenience store cause he was too scared to help a hot girl find flamin' hot cheetos... he's a 24 year old virgin can you really blame him?

women gender studies major mark lee has to be the face of feminism. this may just be a ploy to try and get laid though, not like it's working anyways, the girls think he's gay. he's the dad of the group always making sure his boys are in check, and respecting women like they should. they'd have to actually get near a woman to respect her though...

zhong chenle's head is probably so huge because of how big his brain is, i mean who else is successfully completing an aerospace engineer major? not only is he a super mega nerd but he has an unhealthy obsession with stephen curry... what girl would wanna sleep with that? but who needs girls when you have your best guy friends who also get zero female interactions?

finance bro jung sungchan should have an easy time getting a girl.. right? wrong. he has no rizz whatsoever. but he's pretty popular amongst other men so he gets the guys access to all the biggest parties. parties which they spend all night stuck to one another... maybe they should try splitting up next time...

park jisung is the embodiment of shyness. no one knows how he's the only one in the friend group to have lost his virginity. he's cute and soft spoken... the the public. but when he's with his friend group no one can make him stop talking, certified yapper. and what's worse is that his rants usually consist of stars and planets, blame it on his astronomy major... or was it astrology?

these virgins met on a porn discord chat. they realized that they had the same taste in twitter porn and eventually made their own group chat to share videos. with some time there were less porn links and more personal talk. how sweet a bond forged by naked women and tragic backstories. but don't underestimate them, they'd ride and die for each other.

yn's group -> masterlist -> intro

notes : literally all nerds cause they have nothing else to worry about but keeping their grades up tbh. didn't realize how smutty this smau is gonna be so pls prepare urselves for dirty bad words and descriptions im sorry 😞

taglist : @kimsaerom , @n0hyuck , @nanaxwi , @neverbeurs , @sunghoonsgfreal , @hizhu , @axo-l0tl , @strawberrysavi , @hyuckiebb-blog , @hyucktion , @4yunogf , @jakesbubu , @gacktsa , @iheartjayke , @annoyednblax , @luvvhaechan , @dudekiss3r , @yesohhsehun , @prettybluei , @soobinbunnie5 , @hyucksunset , @the-swageyama-tobiyolo , @byeonwooseokabs , @kodasity , @hyuckmoon , @catdonut657 , @lionzyon , @luvandletter , @defzcl , @nneteyamss , @222brainrot , @1lovejinki , @zzurao , @catpjimin , @multifandomania , @docilismo , @injunnie-lemon , @jeonghansshitester , @babyjenono , @wonswondrland , @livingdoll-hara , @minkyuncutie , @luvsooby

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream when you're doing a sexy concept.

AN: think of this as a comeback stage! so bf! dreamies are watching from the backstage. Also I did crop Minnie and Winter for the photo moodboard, sorry. (secret relationship btw)

Mark Lee

Mark will be surprise that you were doing a sexy concept that he stood up from his seat so fast that the plastic chair fell. Mark's brain had a short-circuit moment because even though you were wearing a sleeveless top and slacks, the choreography was so sexy that the Dreamies watched him clear his throat a hundred times throughout your stage. When you two met backstage, he couldn't utter a word to you, still in the state of shock because of your performance.

Huang Renjun

Renjun was surprised when you two met backstage and you're wearing a short dress, he can see that you would try to pull it down so that your safety shorts wouldn't be seen. He looks at you with concern especially because it's his first time seeing you do a sexy concept. He asked you if you're okay with it and you only smile at him, assuring him that you're okay with the concept but your dress is what you're uncomfortable about. Renjun could only give you encouraging words before you leave for the recording.

Lee Jeno

Jeno watches you from the backstage with that 'dad stance' (you know, standing with his hands on his hips lol) but everyone can see the proud smile on his face as he watches your comeback stage. He knows that you're doing a sexy concept and you were excited about it! That's why your boyfriend is also excited for you. His eyes never left you and he looks so lovestruck especially during your solo parts. When you two met backstage, he gives you a hug and tells you that you look sexy back there!

Lee Donghyuck

Haechan cannot do anything but to sulk as he watch your comeback stage. You were too pretty and sexy! And the choreography was something else, that he could only scream when the part was too sensual. He wanted to gatekeep you so bad and even convinced the Dreamies to not look at you. (They told him that he's being dramatic.) So when you two met backstage, you weren't able to say hi because Haechan covered you quickly with his padded jacket.

Na Jaemin

"That's my girl!" Jaemin shouts the moment you two met backstage. You only raised at eyebrow because of how loud your boyfriend was, he will tease you nonstop because it's your first time doing a sexy concept. Even copying your moves and part, making you embarrassed with his antics. At the end, Jaemin asked if you two can film a dance challenge for your comeback because he loves the choreo so much.

Zhong Chenle

Chenle would probably do that soccer dad type of clap when your performance was finished. He would even scream when they feature you as the ending fairy, pointing you and telling everyone that your his girlfriend. That's why when you visited their room, he'll clap so loud that you'll be embarrassed. He'll hype you nonstop and telling you that you did great with your comeback stage! You were in relief because weeks earlier you started having doubt about whether you can pull the sexy concept or not, and with your boyfriend's assuring words, you had nothing to worry about.

Park Jisung

Jisung would be flustered when he discovered that your concept was sexy. The streetwear outfits were deceiving. So when he was watching your comeback stage, he looks like a lost chick with the eyes wide and open mouth, he would cover it with his hands from time to time until your performance is finished. When you two met, you asked for his thoughts, but you saw how he's so flustered with your performance! In the end, he told you that the choreography was great, like genuinely great in his opinion.

[kj0ne]

Nct fic rec’s

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

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

S - smut | SG -suggestive | F - fluff

A - angst | M - mature

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

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

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

Nct wish are not included!

Nct 127

Johnny Suh

Lee Taeyong

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

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3

R U Ridin? | F - @writemekpop

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

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

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

Nakamoto Yuta

Dad!Yuta | F - @jwirecs

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

[Newly added] Moonstruck | F - @zeroseuniverse

Kim Doyoung

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

6-7am | F - @nctinthehouse

You were beautiful | F,A - @jaelvr

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

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

Jeong Jaehyun

Kim Jungwoo

Hard to say goodbye | F - @by-soleil

1:18pm | F - @gyeomsweetgyeom

Part 2 ⬇️

8:25pm | F - @gyeomsweetgyeom

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

Mark and Haechan in dream down below ⬇️

Nct Dream

Mark Lee

Huang Renjun

Beat you at your own game | F - @cafelattaes

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

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

Part 1 | Part 2

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

Lee Jeno

Lee Haechan

Na Jaemin

Zhong Chenle

Park Jisung

Wayv

Qian Kun

7:16am | F - @theficblog

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

Ten Lee

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

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

WinWin

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

2:16pm | F - @winwintea

11:39pm | F - @honeymark

8:44pm | F - @gyeomsweetgyeom

XiaoJun

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

Hendery

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

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

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

YangYang

Drunken souvenir | F - @blue-jisungs

Sounds of strings | A? - @meiideryz

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

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

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

Units

Nct 127

Baby 127 calling dad on tour | F - @phoxphenex

Nct dream

Moon and enthusiasm | F - @handlemehyuck

Baby dream calling dad on tour | F - @phoxphenex

Boyfriend texts | F - @handlemehyuck

Orange peel theory | F - @hyuckswoman

7dream nicknames for their partners | F - @swee7dream

Dream on dreaming | F - @diorcities

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

[Newly added] Soft spot | F - @jisungchan

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

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

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

WayV

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

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

Misc

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

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

[strrykais]

ᝰ.ᐟ off the record

ball fondlers ⛹️

✎ lee jeno; some may say he is a dick, mostly because he kind of is, he doesn’t like telling people what to do twice, and absolutely hates repeating himself. he happens to be the captain of the basketball team, father wanting him to go pro. he didn’t want to go to the big leagues, he lost his passion when his mom died. jeno has always been obsessed with history before them, but instead of learning it jeno wanted to discover it so he now majors in archaeology, because one day he will uncover something great.

✎ lee jenos private: his diary if having a diary was cool for a guy.

✎ mark lee; LOVES to call himself troy bolton just because he is on the basketball team and majors in dance. though his father isnt exactly forcing him to go pro, mark just really wants to open up his own dance studio for under privileged kids.

✎ lee haechan; from a young age haechan was bullied until he met jeno their second year of high school, when jeno straight up punched his bully. now he follows jeno around like a little puppy even joining the basketball team. haechan chose to major in education to be someone that can protect kids, so they dont suffer they way he did.

✎ na jaemin; slut, whore, dirt bag, cunt. all the names he relishes in being called by his flings. jaemin was on the team until he realized he could be putting all this sexiness to good use. now he works with giselle on her gossip column, because people love to pillow talk, all while working on his major in photography. ended up picking up sign language because giselle always brings yn around, and he hated being left out of conversation.

✎ zhong chenle; hates that jeno got the captain position over him until he met jenos dad. now chenle just feels sorry for the guy. but he cant help but like pissing off the guy because chenle thinks jeno mad is funny. the certificated yapper in both groups, chenle get completely focused during games or even when he is working on his game design. he later becomes yn’s translator, the middle man, and he wishes he could kill myself for volunteering.

they all met during basketball tryouts but ended up creating a smaller more private groupchat because the team hated when they spoke in there when it wasn’t about basketball.. jeno just got dragged in it because haechan was the one who created it ..

previous | masterlist | next

taglist : @ldh0000 @depressed-hoe2001 @jungaji @thegracerammy @sunghoonsgfreal @jenohyun @jenoleeaesthetic @neozon3nha @dreamiestay @dinonuguaegi @morkleesgirl @skysole @dudekiss3r @bluedbliss @synthwxve @413ktz @mrsjohnnysuh @hyuckies18 @jeonghansshitester @multifandomania @n0hyuck @mango-bear @gnabnahcbby

reblogs, likes and replies are appreciated! feel free to send constructive feedback/thoughts in my asks!

[markleessodalite]

Soda 💗 She/Her 💗 '00 💗 infp-t

thinking about haechan at any given moment (,,♡ᵕ♡,,)

🍰 Fairly new to the NCT universe (as of October 2024), but I've been in the kpop sphere since 2014

🍰 Groups I'm a fan of: NCT, BTS, (G)-idle, EXID, Monsta X

Only writing for NCT Dream at the moment!

🍰 most of what I create comes from spontaneous moments of compulsive writing, so my works are usually standalone scenarios, text imagines, etc.

feel free to mosey around and have fun! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Masterlist below ↓

OT7:

Text Imagines:

Who is She? w/ bff!nctdream

Flirting Prank

Sleeping on the Couch

Break Up Prank

Fake Dating (Hyung Line)

Fake Dating (Maknae Line)

Headcanons:

How they would react to you being jealous

Most to least likely to make the first move

NCT Dream as girl dads

NCT Dream as boy dads

Dating Someone Older/Younger

What Scares Them About Love

Loving You in Little Ways

MARK LEE:

Text Imagines:

You Dream About Marrying Me? (fluff)

Drabbles:

Anything For You (fluff-ish)

HUANG RENJUN:

Text Imagines:

Random Texts

LEE JENO:

Text Imagines:

When He Rejects Your Gift (fluff)

Drabbles:

Falling Out of Love (angst)

You Called Me Baby

LEE HAECHAN:

Text Imagines:

When He Rejects Your Gift (fluff)

Random Texts

Clingy Texts

Drabbles:

Falling Out of Love (angst)

NA JAEMIN:

Text Imagines:

When He Rejects Your Gift (fluff)

Stupid Arguments

Drabbles:

Falling Out of Love (angst)

They Can Hear Us... (fluff)

ZHONG CHENLE:

Text Imagines:

Random Texts

Drabbles:

I Want to Hold Your Hand (fluff)

There's No Dignity in Love (angst)

PARK JISUNG:

Imagines:

Empty (angst)

[handlemehyuck]

last updated: 2.13.2025

𖦹 𓋜 ➞ fake texts

𖦹 ໑ৎ ➞ written

☆ ☆ ☆ ➞ newest fake text

☆ ☆ ➞ newest written

𓋜 all/multiple members

➞ sweet, fluffy night texts and moon enthusiasm with dreamies

➞ you’re in love with fwb dreamies mdni

➞ boyfriend texts mdni

➞ loving fwb dreamies mdni

➞ loving fwb dreamies ii. mdni

➞ taking dreamies to your high school reunion

➞ “i can pull you out” with best friend dreamies

➞ taking dreamies home for the first time

➞ texts with dreamies mdni

➞ the fine lines of love

➞ feels like the stars are in your bedroom

➞ boyfriend texts: protective dreamies

➞ don’t you know i’ve got daddy issues? ☆ ☆ ☆

໑ৎ all/multiple members

➞ leave a message after the beep

mark lee

𓋜 why are you really awake, mark lee?

huang renjun

nothing yet !

lee jeno

໑ৎ oh, we’re falling in love

໑ৎ take what you need from me mdni

lee donghyuck

𓋜 boyfriend haechan

𓋜 boyfriend haechan ii.

𓋜 haechan cheats mdni

𓋜 lovers to “we kind of broke up” to lovers mdni

𓋜 and this is why we’ll be alright

໑ৎ grocery shopping blurb

𓋜 ex haechan universe

⤷ dreams, pho, and the embellished pastime

⤷ peppermint dreams mdni

𓋜 down bad and devoted mdni

໑ৎ boyfriend haechan who always has a hand on your hip

໑ৎ stressed single dad haechan ☆ ☆

na jaemin

𓋜 fwb jaemin to lovers

𓋜 texts from bf jaemin after a hard day at work

zhong chenle

nothing yet !

park jisung

𓋜 the fine lines of love

𓋜 jisung won’t let the sky fall on you

𓋜 jisung boyfriend texts

[yutarot]

A SUMMARY OF EVENTS PREVIOUSLY ON RIDE OR DIE.

warning — spoilers of chapters 1-14, this is a summary, click here for the full fic!

as a college math student, your life is quiet, your bestfriends mark and winter accompanying you in your life at college and putting up with your annoying hallway crush on fellow math student and basketball player, chenle zhong. you haven’t heard much about the faceless F1 driver samo, only that winter thinks he’s the hottest thing to walk this planet, despite him never showing anyone, except his bestfriend jaemin, his true identity as jeno lee, a guy in your class and also the son of your math professor. so when you accidentally see jeno’s face when wearing his F1 uniform, you make a deal with him; you agree not to tell anyone of his identity, as long as he gets his dad to bump your grade on every exam. a fair deal in which jeno accepts, but he soon realises that the only way in which his dad will also agree, was if you were to be his fake girlfriend.

after a week of being jeno’s fake girlfriend, you “coincidentally” get paired with chenle for a class project, who you quickly find out also has a hallway crush on you. conflicted by the fact that you cant act on chenles feelings due to your “relationship” with jeno, you panic, telling him that your relationship with jeno is fake and eventually, that he’s samo, earning chenles trust but breaking the deal you have with jeno. as guilt eats you alive, you tell jeno you told chenle. jeno, who is furious, ends the deal entirely, leaving you upset and with none other than his bestfriend jaemin to comfort you.

as days pass, samo (aka jeno) wins his biggest race of the year, only to get back to his hotel room and be met with his life in ruins. his identity had been exposed. someone had leaked who he was. as you watch the news be broadcasted yourself, anger boils within you, knowing that neither you, mark, nor jaemin would leak his identity, therefore, by process of elimination, you know exactly who the culprit must be. chenle. but, for some strange reason, your mind is on no one but jeno. deciding to deal with chenle later, you grab your keys leaving your dorm to go find jeno and make sure he’s okay. however, as you open your door, you find none other than the man himself standing there, asking to stay as no one else is answering him following the news. you let jeno in, but as he goes into your dorm he notices chenles hoodie in your room. jeno becomes furious, you question as to why.

as everyone slowly reacts to samos identity, you, jeno, jaemin and chenle all stay quiet, winter getting angry that you didn’t tell her whilst knowing she had a celebrity crush on him. as you begin to get angry at chenles silence, you decide to publicly confront him. but as you do, someone completely unexpected comes out of his silence and admits to leaking jeno’s secret: jaemin. he confesses to you that he got jealous of chenle, knowing that you’d hate chenle for leaking jeno’s identity and no longer have feelings for him. jeno asks you what jaemin had told you, and when you relay it to him, he is nothing but confused. you apologise to chenle for getting mad at him when it wasn’t him that leaked it, but as you start to consider your relationship with him, chenle decides it’s best if you move on from him, somehow knowing something that you don’t. you decide not to question it.

with relationships and friendships in ruins at the complexity of the situation, you’re still in confusion at jeno’s words. something, you decide, isn’t right. someone isn’t being truthful….

BACK TO CHAPTER 15 : MASTERLIST

[lowkeychenle]

HELLO MY DEAR I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A REQUEST PLEASE 🌹 thought abt this classic scenario w chenle and immediately thought of ur writing hehe so like.... a fic where y'all go to your parents' house to visit and you stay the night and chenle's been eyeing you all day and now ofc he's horny as hell and the cliche of fucking when ur parents are right next door and trying not to be heard commences 😈 bonus points when ur jokingly trying to put up a front of "noooo its so wrong" but chenle knowsss you'll fold eventually and melt bc of his kisses and be putty in his hands.... also when his dirty talk is all like "i knew u wanted this" and how ur so dirty for seducing him and doing this when ur parents are right in the next room and can hear u and he has to put his hand over ur mouth to cover the noise (when its literally his fault like 🤨) anyways i know you'll come out w something amazing as always so thank you in advance my love 💓

- mari

oh my god hello this took me thirty freaking years I'm SOOOO sorry but I'm here and I tried to write this so plzzzz let me know if this is awful :D (plz I wrote this in like an hour last night i haven't written chenle smut in so long i was going through withdrawals)

Description: You and Chenle visit your family, and things get frisky idk y'all lol this was a request :D

Genre: Smut *MDNI*

Word Count: 2,165

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader

Content Warnings: Chenle says pretty girl, slut, mentions of the possibility of being caught by parents, orgasm denial, a mirror is involved, teasing, yk the drill LOL it's all here yay

Juliet's Masterlist | thoughts are appreciated loll

smut below the cut!

All you wanted to do was have a seamless visit with your parents. You and Chenle were going to stay there for the weekend since you hadn’t seen your family in a while, so you figured your boyfriend would be on his best behavior. Oh, how wrong you were.

It started off simple—quick smacks on your ass, resting his warm hand on your thigh while his thumb rubs your skin. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing his attempts to turn you on are working, so you opt to ignore him completely.

It doesn’t work. He pushes and pushes your limits until you have to swat him away from you. Your last straw was when his touch trailed over to your inner thigh, up, up, up until his fingertips brushed your clothed core. You jolted so hard, you startled your parents at the dinner table. Chenle, of course, thought it was hilarious. He’d been wanting you bad all day, and it wasn’t his fault you wore a skirt.

What’s worse, is that when he was preparing to finger you under the table, he held a steady and respectful conversation with your dad. As much as you hate to admit it, the two sides of Chenle on display for you drove you crazy.

Your father leaves the table to answer an important call, and your mom chooses then to get up and grab the desert.

“C’mon, babe,” Chenle murmurs, tapping your leg. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Are you crazy? We’re with my parents, Chenle.”

He hums, dropping his head on your shoulder to easily press his lips to your neck. “I know you. You want me.”

“(Y/N), can you help me?” your mom calls from the kitchen.

“Coming!” you yell, quickly pulling yourself from Chenle and glaring at him the whole way out of the room.

You hate how right he is—how damp your panties are at the thought of him taking you here when your parents might hear. It should repulse you, but instead, you feel your entire body heat up at the thought.

Desert drags, and Chenle rubs the top of your leg where it meets your hip, back and forth while you squirm at the contact. If your parents notice how erratic you’ve become, they don’t mention it.

“Mom, did you, um, did you need any help cleaning up?”

“Oh, honey, that’s okay.” Your mother waves you off. “It’s getting late. You two have been traveling all day, we’ll get this and you get some rest.”

Chenle doesn’t even hide the smug look on his face when he intertwines your fingers together. “Thanks, I am exhausted.”

Bullshit. He wants to get you alone as soon as possible.

Next thing you know, you’re leading him upstairs to get him undressed. Although, you didn’t expect for it to lead you to your current predicament.

Chenle’s slender fingers slide into you easily with how wet you are. After teasing you all day, he’s got you dripping down onto the sheets. He moves slowly, staring at you smugly with his other hand covering your mouth. Your eyes roll back, and you fist the sheets as if that’ll stop the overwhelming need.

The walls of your childhood bedroom close in on you like yours close in around Chenle’s fingers, and everything starts to spin. He reaches deep inside, curling to find your spot. With his palm firm on your lips, your moan doesn’t make it past his skin. He chuckles, leaning close to your ear without messing with his pace.

“See, pretty girl? I knew you wanted it. Can’t stay off my cock even with your parents down the hall, huh?”

You mutter incoherently in your best attempt to spur him forward, to get him to fuck you as soon as possible, but it seems his evening of teasing is far from over. He places his thumb on your mouth instead, and you instinctively open up and swirl your tongue around it.

“Little fucking slut,” he tsks. “Can you stay quiet for me while I make you feel good?”

You nod fervently, lifting your hips to match his pace. Desperate to reach your end, you clench the bedspread harder to ground yourself. If you make a sound, you know he won’t continue.

He uses the wetness of your saliva to trail down from your mouth to your collarbone down to your breasts, watching you in a mix of wonder and awe as your nipples harden further beneath his touch. You let out a shaky sigh, but luckily for you, he doesn’t count that against you.

Despite his distraction, his fingers still brush against your spot with every steady thrust, and your mind reels from the pleasure, your orgasm just out of reach. He knows your body like the back of his hand at this point, so he’s well aware of what you need.

As he continues his venture down, the cold air sends chills all over you. He stops at your lower abdomen, rubbing his thumb against your skin.

“Remember,” he whispers. “Keep it down, alright?”

You don’t have time to reassure him before he nudges your clit. Inhaling sharply, you slap your own hand over your mouth.

“No.” He grabs your wrist and pulls your arm away. “Just fucking be good, you brat. Make a noise and you don’t get to cum.”

And he continues his work, rubbing your clit in steady, perfect circles while he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His self-control surprises even you, with the way he hasn’t fucked you yet. The bulge in his boxers strain, and you can practically taste the precum dripping from his tip already. You crave it so fucking badly, you almost forget you’re supposed to be quiet.

When you let out a low curse, the determined look on Chenle’s face turns to stone, and he stops his circles to land a smack on your sensitive bud instead. “Shut the fuck up, slut.”

Your body jerks, tears forming in your eyes, but you nod, so close to the brink it’s like you’re already there. The knot ties in your stomach almost as soon as his thumb is back on your clit, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip hard.

You’re so close, the warning signs of your orgasm becoming far too real to ignore. Lifting your hips, you’re desperate to match his pace, desperate to cum over and over again solely from his touch.

But just before the band of pleasure snaps, he abruptly removes his touch from you, leaving you to clench around nothing. You want to whine, to cry out for his attention, but you don’t dare when he warned you already.

“Get on the floor,” he tells you.

“The floor?” you ask breathlessly.

“Ass in the air, gonna show you how sluts get fucked when they don’t fucking listen.” He grips your thigh. “Hurry up, we don’t have all night.”

You leap up from your bed, eager to please the man who holds the key to your euphoria. The carpet digs uncomfortably into your knees as you arch your back, putting yourself on display for him. Your bed is much too creaky for anything other than missionary, and sometimes, even that’s enough to cause it to squeak if Chenle has anything to say about it.

His hands squeeze your ass, massaging you while he studies you. A quick smack has you shuddering again. His shuffle to take off the last of the clothing covering him is music to your ears, and you wiggle back against him to try to entice him further.

He grabs a pillow and tosses it to you, and you already know what it’s for. You take it gratefully, but you bite down on it in preparation of what’s to come. The thought of getting caught has wetness leaking down your thighs, and as he rubs his hard cock along your entrance to collect it, you’re already shaking. Being denied an orgasm already has every inch of you craving release. His tip brushes your clit, and you push back with a muffled whine.

“What if I just leave you like this?” he asks, dragging his nails along your back.

You shake your head and repeat over and over, “Please. Please.”

“How disappointed would your parents be if they saw you like this, huh? Just down the hall begging to be fucked like a whore…” He slides his tip in, his breath catching at the sensation.

Your chorus of pleas are muffled by the pillow, but you push yourself back, making him slide another inch inside you. Legs wobbling already, you ignore the burn of the carpet against your knees.

Finally, he gives you some reprieve. As slowly as he can manage, he opens you up with his cock. You whimper, eyes watering as you bury your head in the plush fabric below you, already slick with your saliva.

“You sure you’re ready, baby?” he asks breathlessly, nails digging into your hips. “One sound and we stop, got it?”

You can’t manage a response, not with the way he fills you so completely. Whatever he’s gonna give you, you need it.

The choice to move to the floor makes more sense as he gives you one reassuring squeeze to your waist. He thrusts slowly twice, groaning quietly at the feeling.

And then he really starts. His hips slam into yours, the sound of his skin slapping against yours is obvious and impossible to mask. You can barely breathe while he fucks you, your body jolting and the carpet rubbing against your knees. The pillow is drenched with your spit, and you’re biting down so hard your jaw starts to hurt. He pants behind you, his tip reaching your cervix with every rough thrust.

His cock pulses inside you, like he’s ready to burst at any given second. It’s so overwhelmingly good, tears stream down your face. Next thing you know, he’s wrapping his fingers around your neck and pulling you up until your back is against his chest. He squeezes tight enough to make sure no noises will escape you, but your brain clears long enough to see his motive.

The mirror stands in front of you, displaying your body as Chenle slides in and out of you at a steady pace. He leans forward, tightening his grip on your neck.

“See the mess you made?” He licks the shell of your ear. “You’re taking me so fucking easy right now, slut. Don’t think you’ve earned the right to cum.”

Whatever escapes your lips is muffled gibberish.

“I guess I’ll be nice.” His condescending tone sends a chill down your spine as his hand dips between your legs. All it takes is the slight brush of his fingertips to send you reeling over the edge, your body jerking as your orgasm takes you full-force. He doesn’t stop there, though, applying pressure to your clit and rubbing fast. Your vision blurs as a burst of wetness soaks your thighs.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, breaking his rough facade for the briefest moment while he processes what just happened.

He pulls out of you, much to your protest, and turns you on your back. Propping your legs up on his shoulders, he slides back inside with ease, his own eyes fluttering shut. He leans down and takes your mouth with his, the stretch in your legs almost as delicious as he tastes.

“Need to see that pretty face when I cum.” He nips your ear lobe, rocking his hips hard against yours.

Mind hazy from your orgasm, you stare at him in awe as his face contorts with pleasure with every thrust. When his pace becomes erratic, you know he’s close.

He moans lowly in your ear, pushing himself as deep as possible before he spills his load. Panting, he wastes no time in kissing you sweetly, gently as he releases your legs from their uncomfortable position. He rubs your thigh, humming into your mouth.

“You did so well,” he whispers. “You feeling okay? Was it too much?”

You still can’t speak, so with a smile, you shake your head and place a hand flat on his chest.

He pulls out slowly, a shaky breath escaping his lips as he does. A sheen of sweat covers him, the gentle starlight from the windows illuminating him just enough for you to see. He stands, puts his boxers on, and walks over to grab your towel.

You’re oversensitive, and as he spreads your legs again to clean you up, the rough fabric against your clit makes you jolt.

“I love you.” He kisses your forehead in an attempt to distract you from the mess he made. “You’re so perfect, you know that?”

You weakly smack his shoulder. “You did all of this at my parents’ house?”

He grins, scooping you up to help you onto your bed. “Don’t complain. The wet spot on the ground says you liked it.”

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formula of love profiles - 2

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LEE DONGHYUCK: also known as haechan around campus and non close friends. A 3rd year new transfer at NCityu. Went to a farther university out of town cause he believed he needed a change in scenery but eventually struggled living far away from his loved ones. He told his parents NCityU have a better music and pharmacy program than his old school but honestly he just missed his family and his friends. So he moved, got a job at the campus clinic and was met with the best surprise.

MARK LEE: A 4th year music student in NCityu. Also known as Haechan’s bestfriend. They were neighbours as kids, Haechan threw a ball at him and Mark chased him around until he apologized. They grew up together and ever since have been inseparable until Haechan decided to go to an out of town university. Now back together, Mark is thankful to have his best friend by his side again despite him showing the opposite reactions to haechan’s affections.

HUANG RENJUN: A 3rd year arts student. They met through Mark when Haechan wanted a present for his mom and Mark recommended Renjun’s art commissions. Haechan is difficult according to renjun but still hung out with him a couple of times when Haechan was in town and eventually warmed up to him. Was actually the one to recommend the move to Haechan even though he “despises him with all his heart”.

LEE JENO: A 3rd year chemistry student at NCityU. Haechan has always known him as the samoyed guy from highschool. They both got close waiting in the principal’s office after they exploded something during an experiment, in which Haechan convinced Jeno by saying “pour it or ur a pussy”. One of the first people to find out about Haechan's struggles at his old uni and encouraged him to go for the move.

NA JAEMIN: A 3rd year med student at NCityU, a full time father of 3 and a photographer as a sideline. Jaemin was actually Haechan’s old roommate in his first year and that’s where they first met. Jaemin transferred to NCityU halfway through his 2nd semester and he claims its because Haechan was a terrible roommate (not true according to Haechan). But he unknowingly got close to the rest of Haechan’s friends and just fully accepted his fate that he would never escape him.

ZHONG CHENLE: A 2nd year kinesiology student and a member of the NCityU basketball team. Haechan first met Chenle when he came with his dad for a business meeting in Chenle’s family business. Haechan’s dad claimed that their family is filthy rich and jokingly said that he should befriend Chenle. Well Haechan befriended him anyway after a very sweaty game of basketball. Haechan has had a soft spot for the guy ever since.

PARK JISUNG: A freshman at NCityU majoring in astronomy. Chenle’s best friend. Haechan first met him through Chenle when he invited him to play basketball together in which the poor guy managed to get himself hit by the ball on the head. Haechan’s motherly instincts always spikes when Jisung is around and vows to protect him at all costs.

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👻 buzzfeed unsolved . . . jwi shooters

🐹 park jisung . . . allegedly a real hamster, threatened to be kept in a cage by jeno. is well known for a) being a scaredy cat and b) being a hot guy with a deep voice whose easy to tease, truly the man of everybody's dreams. a middle school dropout, guess smarts aren't everything! technically chenle's favorite, kinda, sort of. if you erase the fact that he wants yn so bad, he's also technically the least pathetic of the group.

🐬 zhong chenle . . . a quadrillionaire, ignore the fact that the word isn't real. he does not care about you, he has a dog, and also more money than you can even count. is having so much pulling the strings because he's physically pained by jisung not knowing how to talk to the cute guy he has wrapped around his finger, he seriously might just get yn's number himself at this point. really, he wants the best for jisung, meaning he wants to get him a boyfriend.

🦊 huang renjun . . . 99.5% asleep on most days, he lives tucked under the covers. he collects snoopy figurines in his free time, he's got a flag in his room and everything. one day he'll genuinely care enough to call chenle out for cheating in uno, but for now? he's dozing off. honk shoo mimimi.

🐶 lee jeno . . . BREAKING NEWS: MAN THINKS HES DOG‼️‼️. originally went along with the "samoyed" thing as a joke, but he's pretty sure he may have just unlocked a new kink with that one.. jisung's husband by association, where did all the shipping come from? he would never date a guy who jumps at shadows in the corner, what a dumb thing to say. again, he's popular because he's hot, most of his fanbase just want to get into his pants, too bad they're all second place in his mind, na jaemin remains occupying that first spot.

🐰 na jaemin . . . an insane person with an unnatural wavelength of a mindset, donghyuck is truly no match. has this crazy hold on lee jeno and practically keeps him on a leash, seriously, is it really a crazy kink thing? a very proud cat dad of three, and though not legally, apparently married to the guy whose convinced he's a dog. he really isn't into streaming that much, he just wants to watch jisung fall in love.

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ot7 reactions ;

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mark lee ;

texting him after a fight

texts with mark

enemies to lovers mark texts

mark bf texts

more mark texts

drunk mark texts

huang renjun ;

when you call him pretty boy

texting him after a fight

you like another boy

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renjun enemies to lovers

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lee jeno ;

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you like another boy

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sulky jeno

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jeno husband/dad texts

telling bff jeno about your crush on jaem

falling for you (giselle’s older sister)

lee haechan ;

when you call him pretty boy

texting him after a fight

you like another boy

random/jealous texts

accidentally sending nudes

jealous haechan

texts with bf hyuck

more bf haechan texts

even more bf haechan texts

idol!haechan x midzy!reader texts

fluffy texts w haechan

when you’re a member of 127 x haechan

when you’re a dream member x haechan

overprotective haechan texts

na jaemin ;

when you call him pretty boy

texting him after a fight

you like another boy

random/jealous texts

accidentally sending nudes

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zhong chenle ;

jealous chenle

you fall first, he falls harder

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NCT Dream and lazy days with them. 

Mark Lee

Lazy days with Mark meant the whole room will be just filled with nothing but music. It could be anything; their discography, k-pop songs on shuffle, or maybe your shared playlist. Mark would just hum quietly as he scrolls through his phone while you're reading a book. It's peaceful and at the same time relaxing. If not, he'll pull up his guitar and started playing some random songs that you would request to him. Smiling at you as he serenades you on a lazy afternoon. 

Huang Renjun

Whenever Renjun has a day-off that coincides with your rest day, you two would try your best to catch up with the watchlist you two left. Mostly it'll occur during night where you two are wide awake after sleeping throughout the whole day. You'll buy lots of snacks, snuggling closely inside a shared blanket while looking through movies to watch. Sometimes you two get to finish one or two movies but sometimes one of you falls asleep halfway. 

Lee Jeno

Being a homebody, Jeno can stay in his bed THE WHOLE DAY. So when you're with him, it also meant that you're staying in his bed all day. It'll be either you two just sleeping and cuddling in general, or if not, you two are just playing mobile games or scrolling through your phone. Sometimes, when the boredom gets too much, Jeno will try to spark a conversation with you and you'll do the same, just snuggled together while talking about a lot of things. 

Lee Donghyuck

Whenever you and Haechan have that lazy day, you two will just be at home doing small mundane things. Lazy days also meant not cooking, and while you can opt to cook since there's stock in your fridge, Haechan will be the one who'll suggest that you two have food deliver because one: he's lazy to do chores and two: he craves outside food during lazy days. You would agree eventually since it's his treat. 

Na Jaemin

Lazy days with Jaemin is no different with the days that you had with him. But sometimes, it'll be just you, him, and the Lu siblings on the couch. Playing with Luna, Lucy, and Luke can be fun. You and Jaemin would be busy coddling at the cats even though they look so done with both of you lol. Sometimes you would also help Jaemin with his cat dad duties like giving them a bath or brushing their fur. It can be very relaxing for you. 

Zhong Chenle

Sometimes, lazy days with Chenle meant being on each other's own world. Chenle can be in his room, sleeping or playing games while you're in his living room, watching tv or just chilling in the sofa. It's usually quiet in his apartment since both energy are very very low during lazy days. But sometimes Chenle would still crave for you, so he would end up sitting beside you or maybe just having you beside him is enough. 

Park Jisung

Lazy days with Jisung probably has the sleep-phone-eat-phone-sleep rotation with you. It'll be just you two chilling on the bed while both are on each other's phones. It'll take HOURS before one of you suggest that you two should eat and it'll be like, "Let's eat," "Okay, should we just order outside?" "It's up to you." then another hour of silence because both of you are so lazy and indecisive too. In the end, you two will force each other to get up and ran to the nearest convenience store for food.