#nctdream drabbles

[jenmongiii]

— nct dream as aespa songs

a/n: i was inspired by a video i saw on tiktok. i feel like aespa has a decent-sized discography of a lot great songs and i thought i'd pick a few that represents each dream member (imo lol)

a/n pt2: i'm curious to know, which aespa songs do you guys think matches each dream member?

MARK LEE :: girls

넌 거울에 비친 나 그보다 빛날 존재 말해 줄래? 언제까지나 함께란 걸

honestly, if the title was changed to 'boys,' i could hear mark go "we them boys, we them boys, we them boys" or am i the only one who sees the vision?👀💀💀

HUANG RENJUN :: dreams come true

Come on over 언제나 둘이 함께 네가 있는 나 행복할 거예요 더는 슬픈 노래 듣지 않을 거예요 내 맘을 알겠죠 Woo woo

this song is so dreamy and i definitely see this as renjun coded. renjun would so own the vocals, dance, and visuals to this song💛

LEE JENO :: drama

날 굳이 막지 말아 이건 내 Drama 도발은 굳이 안 막아 Uh I’m a stunner

jeno is drama. no other words needed🤪

LEE DONGHYEOK :: salty & sweet

‘Cause I am salty & sweet (Hoo woo) 거부 못해 색다른 Treat 잊지 못해 첫맛에 느끼는 Real 기묘한 Feels 널 위해 준비된 Meal Salty & sweet

ok idk why i compared haechan poison to this song but it just fits(???) LOL. i could kinda visualize if haechan would ever do a dance cover or even if we just got a little snippet of him dancing this, like i can see it👀

NA JAEMIN :: thirsty

너는 닿을수록 Thirsty 분명 가득한데 Thirsty Yeah, I got you boy Sip sip sipping all night 더 Deep deep deep in all night

it was hard finding a song to match jaemin coded bc i feel like he can have his cute side and then his little *cough* sexy side (who said that, wut?👀) ANYWAYS, i know how we all be thirsting for jaemin even if he ain't our bias, so i thought this song would fit him💀 i mean, he's gotta be at least everyone's bias wrecker... right???

ZHONG CHENLE :: spicy

Don’t chase me 경고해 난 Erase me 멀리 달아나 Hey 이젠 알겠니 원래부터 Bad I’m so bad honestly

honestly, this song flaunts off chenle so bad. like chenle knows he's a little baddie🤪💀💀 chenle, the missing member of aespa😗💅🏻

PARK JISUNG :: armageddon

Imma get it done (Aw wayo wayo) 널 향해 겨눠 Get it, gone (Aw wayo wayo) 이젠 널 끝내 Better run (끝을 모르는 너와 나 You gonna, gonna) 깨트려 거침없이 Done (Go way up, way up) Full shot pull it up Armageddon

i feel like this song fits jisung so well bc in terms of dance choreo, its got a lot of popping and jisung just executes such dancing styles so effortlessly. like the amount of body control he would have on this song💀✋🏻 like just off the wall

©𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐢𝐢 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

[flashbangstars]

Never a Martyr - L.J.N

Pairing: Jeno x Fem reader MDNI 18+ wc: 1.2k+.

Summary: you are a doctor working at the facility they are holding him assigned to watch over his healing. until it becomes evident he is not the villain they've painted him to be, and to him, you aren't the martyr he thought you to be.

Genre: smut, hurt/comfort, angst,

Warnings: Jeno's lowkey a dick in the beginning, getting hot and heavy in a prison cell, making out, thigh riding, swearing, and mentions of injuries.

Author's note: I seriously got this idea as I was looking at Jeno's Instagram post and wrote it in 40 minutes because I didn't want to lose the idea. I know I just wrote something for him, but this is a nice little extra with a little more spicier stuff than I had anticipated. I hope you like it and have been liking the new album, I'm currently obsessed with icantfeelanything and did listen to it like 40 times while writing this.

He nodded in acknowledgment and let the shirt fall from his shoulders. Pale skin fills your view, littered with bruises and scrapes. Pinks and purples dusting areas like watercolor. You felt your chest tighten at the sight. Your hands moved forward and tugged lightly at the wide bandage wrapped around his chest and shoulder. Gently unraveling it to reveal even worse damage.

The old bandages in your hands, dangling. Hands frozen just staring at the expanse of his back afraid of what had become of him. Breaking, your hands crumpled the bandages into a ball trying to take the anger out on them, turning swiftly and walking towards the garbage can. Watching the abused wad of bandages drop in your feet stuck in front of the small metal can trying to collect your thoughts.  Staring at your hands, the white gloves, the sting of the smell of antiseptic, your stomach churned and you felt your throat tighten.

The old bandages in your hands, dangling. Hands frozen just staring at the expanse of his back afraid of what had become of him. Breaking, your hands crumpled the bandages into a ball trying to take the anger out on them, turning swiftly and walking towards the garbage can. Watching the abused wad of bandages drop in your feet stuck in front of the small metal can trying to collect your thoughts.  Staring at your hands, the white gloves, the sting of the smell of antiseptic, your stomach churned and you felt your throat tighten.

Why had they done this to him?

Turning back around he had already been facing you. His features now hint at the beginning of an emotion. Walking forward, you dug your hand into your pocket and pulled out a white roll of new bandages. Tearing it from the package, your movements jagged, unable to completely tear the packaging feeling frustration creep up. 

A pale hand grabs the roll in your hands, grasping it and taking it. Looking up at him now focused on the bandages that should still be in your ownership. Tearing the package with a steady hand and then giving it back to you. 

“Thank you.” Your voice coming out quieter than expected. 

Beginning to wrap the bandage across his chest you dragged your fingers down the expanse of hard muscle making sure it laid flat on his skin. Feeling the light beat of his heart under your fingertips. Turning him around and securing it on his back. Finishing covering the wounds

Pressing your hand flat against the loose end to adhere it. You let your hand linger on his skin as if you were trying to take some of his anguish from him. Trying to provide some sort of reminder of care and human touch. 

“I’m so sorry” you muttered, sounding like a pin dropping in the silent room. 

“Why do you care” he finally spoke, his voice flat. 

Why did you care? Your brows furrowed searching for a reason, trying to rationalize all the things you were feeling at the moment.

“They do not care what happens to us, so why do you care what happens to me” he questioned, turned around now he angled his glare to meet your line of vision, dipping his head down. 

“This-this isn’t fair” your voice faltered. His gaze sharped and he lunged forward grabbing your wrist, your back hitting the cement wall behind you. Caging you in against the wall his face now a mere couple of inches from yours. You knew he knew what the repercussions of something like this would be. 

“Your guilty conscious is not on me, go home cry, and get the fuck over it, you are not allowed to be a martyr in this story” he spat through gritted teeth. 

His glare burned into you and your stomach twisted even more, a mix of anger and confusion overcame you. 

“You’re scared and hurt and you’re taking It out on me. If this is what you need to do to make yourself feel better go ahead and knock yourself out” you hissed. 

His eyes widened a fraction as if not expecting the push back and his grip on your wrist loosened. His face softened and a look of defeat now painted his features. Dropping his head to your shoulder, his hand released your wrist and slid down to your hand. Intertwining your hands slowly, allowing you an out at any time but also asking permission if he could. His breathing ragged in the silence as you felt his facade slowly fall. 

“Do you really care about me?”  He murmured. Voice small and afraid. 

“Yes,” you affirmed placing your arm around his neck and hugging him with your free hands, bringing the rest of him close to you, the thought of how he probably hadn’t felt care or human affection in months or years was swimming around in your conscious. Your eyes glued to the window of the door making sure no one saw what you were doing. Now this was a two-person crime, you were risking your job and well.. your freedom by engaging with him. But it was worth it.

Reciprocating, his hands snaked around your body clutching you by the waist and shoulder, holding you as if he was testing if this was really real. Pulling you closer you felt his lips ghost against your neck on the skin exposed, and then press against it. The hand that was on your shoulder now cradling the back of your head. Fingering threading into your hair and disrupting the perfect order in which you had it in before entering his room. 

Your breathing quickened and your chest heaved. Sensing the reaction he slowly pushed his knee between your legs widening your stance. now impossibly closer to each other. He was trying to consume you. 

Your dress shoved up your legs and his thigh dangerously close to where you desperately needed relief. His kisses on your neck had turned hungry leaving small bite marks in his wake his hands moving you to give him more access to your untouched skin. You had been scared to touch him as if you would break him, but he had no issues handling you as if you were his only. 

Your eyes rolled back into your head and opened again to the fluorescent lights on the ceiling, leveling your gaze back to the hallway reminding you of the reality of things outside of you being pushed up against this wall. His hand now felt for where he could access what was underneath the dress you were wearing.  Succeeding as he slides the fabric up your waist. Pushing your underwear aside and finding what he was after. Beginning to move your hips back and forth on his clothed thigh a wet spot forming on the crisp navy pants he had been wearing. Watching, his eyes now sparked with anticipation and hunger as you became undone even more at his hands. A vast difference from the tight-lipped doctor who had walked in 30 minutes ago.

Your hands now exploring him as if he were yours, touching and feeling with the intention of keeping and taking. Angling your head you traced your lips on the shell of his ear and whispered with each movement of your hips rocking against him,

“We”

Up

“Will”

Down

“g-get”

Up

“Your”

Down

“Wings”

Up 

“Back.”

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thank you for reading <3

[luvyeni]

Have u ever thought about badboy jeno x ballerina goodgirl reader having a beautiful and healty relationship romantically and sexually ?

i want to make this into a full fic , anon this is so cute 😭 !!

he so supportive of you , will put everything a side for you , especially if you have a show. "will you be there , you have to promise." "i promise baby , i just have to do a few runs but i'll make sure to get there on time."

gets made fun of by the guys because the glitter stickers you put glitter stickers on his helmet , glaring at anyone who tries to laugh. "what's so funny , my baby put these stickers on here , are you trying to make fun of her?" glares into there soul. "n-no." "that's what i fucking thought."

will stop everything if you call him. "jeno we have to do a- princess what's wrong." everyone is confused. "jeno- baby you're a way better dancer than her , that's why you got the lead and she didn't , she's a bitch." and everyone is too scared to complain. "what did she say? what's her address? her boyfriend better be there."

sex with him is so soft , he only cares about your pleasure , your his little pillow princess. "so fucking pretty , my pretty girl , taking my cock so well."

his size kink goes wild , the way your cunt barely takes his cock , and the way you whine about it being too much. "it's too much baby , you can take it though , you're my good girl." he pushed his cock even deeper into your hole.

he completely ruins you , filling your cunt with his cum , watching it leak out of you.

"so fucking pretty , took all of my cum now your tummy is bulging."

if i say all i have to say on this we'd be here for hours.

[snoopyana]

love stroke.

“you and i get weighed down by the things we can’t do.”

two best friends who want to step outside of their comfort zones. two best friends who trust each other with their lives. two best friends who will do anything for each other. two best friends who experiment with each other. two best friends who kiss when no one is around.

park jisung. fluff. smut.

sprawled out on jisung’s bed, your jean shorts and tank top clung to your body like a second skin. the heat was close to unbearable, giving you a taste of what being on the sun would feel like. the humming of the rotating fan buzzed in your ears as you laid there. the sound of jisung shuffling around on the floor making your eyes flutter open. but he was no longer seated on the floor — now leaning against the bed, his face a few inches from yours. “i’m bored.” he whispered while poking at your cheek. earning a small huff before you began to move your body.

pulling his head away, he gave you room to sit up. propping yourself up on your elbows, your attention was back to the man that was now below you. sweat glistening on your skin — you were quick to swipe at the thin layer that lined your face. “and what do you plan on doing in this weather ji?” the sun blared through his curtains, helping to further solidify your point. nodding his head in defeat, jisung joined you on the bed. nudging your arm to give himself more space.

once you were both fully situated, taking up basically every inch of his small bed, it dawned on you that he was blocking the fan. the once cool breeze on your body being blocked by his larger frame. “ji, you’re gonna give me a heat stroke!” raising up again, you planted your hands onto his side, making an attempt to get the man to lay down flat as he was currently laying on his side. but instead of rolling forward, he pushed his body back. causing him to crash down on-top of you.

laughter filled the small room as you shuffled around underneath him. he stayed on-top of you for a moment, staring at his ceiling fan before rolling himself off. “sorry, didn’t know you were there.” jisung covered his mouth as he spoke, laughing into his palm at your delirious state. shooting him a deadly, yet playful glare, you begun to use your fingers to rake through the messed up strands of hair. reaching out, he helped you smooth out a few fly away hairs. dragging his fingers through your hair before they made their way to your cheeks.

cupping your face in his palms, you two stared at each other. sitting on your legs, your hands gripping onto his forearms as he sat crisscrossed in front of you. the breeze from the cracked open window and still rotating fan blowing his hair every which way. in that moment, neither of you seemed to mind the heat. no matter what happened, it always seemed like you ended up a little too close to each other. slowly, jisung lowered his face towards yours. eyes searching for any sort of hesitation that ultimately was never present. the boy lowered himself until your noses grazed each other. your eyes flickered between his, waiting for the next move. waiting for a kiss.

but instead, he gripped onto your cheeks with a little force, squishing them together until your lips were forcefully puckered. leading to the goofiest smile to creep onto his lips as he watched your expression morph from one of admiration to confusion. gripping onto his arms with the same force, jisung let his heads drag through your hair and plant themselves onto your nape.

“i hate you.”

“love you too.”

tilting his head, jisung planted small kisses on the corners of your mouth before reaching the entirety of your lips. pulling you closer by the neck, you melted away in his hands, your own hands snaking up to grip onto the loose t-shirt that he dawned — pulling him closer by the cloth. his tongue poking at your lips, asking for entry and you gladly obliged. your mind becoming groggy from the lack of airflow. but you didn’t mind. not one bit.

but he was minding. pulling away from your lips with a pop, jisung took in a shaky gasp of air. eyes blown out, lips puffy. that’s probably how you looked too. “can we..” stopping himself, the male hesitated. you two had only ever made-out. the both of you definitely weren’t virgins, just never going any further in fear of getting attached. “can we do more this time?” his fingers rubbed cross the skin of your neck. waiting for an answer, but you didn’t say a word. looking up at him with a dazed look. just by your expression, he was quick to start taking what he said back, slightly panicking as he spoke. “but if you don’t want to, we don’t have to! i can just drop you off at your place and we can forget it even-“

“yeah. we can go further this time ji. but not too far.” empathizing too, you meant no penetration. maybe next time, but right now? it was still too hot to be body to body — and you weren’t exactly in the mood to be hot and sticky. letting out a sigh of relief, he rested his forehead against yours. placing a kiss in between your eyebrows, jisung whispered to you, “does that mean i can use my fingers?” giving him a quick nod, you were pushed down on your back. sinking into his measly two, yet fluffy, pillows.

he was quick to unbutton your shorts, tugging them past your thighs and off your legs completely. placing the clothing onto his nightstand, he did the same with your panties — this time keeping them safe in his back pocket. hovering over your now partially naked body, the boys nerves really started to spike, as if he was a virgin again — touching a girl for the first time. hesitation in his touch as his hands grazed against your thighs.

his breathing surpassing yours, even though he wasn’t the one being touched. his eyes darting up to yours, yours that was already waiting for him. “i’m going to be completely honest with you,“ halting his actions, his hand hovered just above your cunt, “i’m so fucking nervous right now.” bringing your hand up to your mouth in an attempt to not laugh in his face, you didn’t say a single thing. but you kept eye contact while sliding your other hand down your body to meet his. both pairs of eyes flickering down to watch as your hand wrapped around his wrist. guiding the limb towards your very needy hole.

“now do i have to guide you through it all like it’s your first time or do you know how to use your fingers?” cooing at him, he took it as a challenge. wiggling his hand from your grip and sliding his ring finger through your folds. the action sending a shiver up your spine. lowering his head down once more to let his lips meet your neck. his middle and ring invading your insides while you were focused on his lips sucking and kissing at the skin of your neck. the sensations mixing together, causing a belted whine to slip from your lips.

wasting not a second, jisungs’ rather lanky fingers were frantic. curling and sinking into you at a reckless rate. you couldn’t possibly last long with the amount of stimulation. and his thumb hadn’t even found it’s way to your clit. but it definitely didn’t need to, your body arching into his from his fingers alone. as he marked up your collarbone with red and purple blotches, you were making his arms with angry red crescent shaped indents. “ji! ‘m gonna cum slow down..” oh but he was lost in the moment, his digits never once faltered.

when you started to clench around them more than before, he finally came to. disconnecting himself from your now sensitive skin. he mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, “you look so pretty right now, prettier than ever.” and oh boy, that’s all you needed to be sent over the edge. your climax hitting you like a brick, seeing stars. the brightest stare being jisungs face as he smiled down at you. he brought you down from your basically earth-shattering orgasm, flopping over next to you.

“jisung… i’m really hot right now.”

“oh yeah? i call that a love stroke.”

“oh my god…”

note- two fics in a day? guys i’m feeding you well. please. i really wanted to write for nct and jisung was my guy. i fairly enjoyed writing this and i hope you more than fairly enjoyed reading this and got past my HORRIBLE jokes. that’s the only thing i will apologize for. hugs and kisses, yana!! (also are we digging the snoopy dividers??)

[cupycak3s]

[nctstar]

what should I wear to see blackpink? (nct dream texts) 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 𖤐 ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 🩰

pairing: nct dream x (implied) fem!reader

genre: fluff, minor crack

warnings: some suggestive content, minors proceed with caution

a/n: i put hearts over the pictures of the girls bc 1) didn't want their identity to be revealed on here of all places and 2) to feed the delulu inside you ;) let me know if you have any requests for future text posts! (this was more fun that I thought it would be)

[jsbluu]

✧˖°. ⋆˙⟡ ✧˖° welcome to jsbluu ! ✧˖°. ⋆˙⟡ ✧˖°

now playing poison - nct dream : 한순간 밀려온 눈빛 wanna take a look inside you..

➨ about me: any pronouns | eng | 06'

➨ groups i write: nct (all units), enhypen, boy next door, riize, & tws (any groups are welcome to request!)

➨ i write: fluff, smut, & angst. no member x member (sorry:<) mdni on nsfw posts plz

➨ i do not write about: any bodily fluids besides spit, cum etc.. cnc, noncon, weapon play, anything that makes me uncomfortable

requests status: open!

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[jaeminfluence]

MARK PLSOSJSKD reject me so that I can move on

[nanamelody]

Primeiro "Eu te amo" | NCT Dream

Título: Quando você diz seu primeiro "Eu te amo" Gênero: Fluff Avisos: nenhum Contagem de Palavras: 3,341k Notas da autora: Oiê pessoas! Eu escrevi esse react mais rápido do que eu imaginava que escreveria. Tentei organizar cenários e situações diferentes para a leitura não ficar maçante. Nesse caso, os meninos já se declararam, mas a s/n nunca respondeu. Espero que vocês gostem da escrita de uma senhora cansada no último ano de facul tentando esvaziar a mente. Beijos!

mark lee

Você e Mark namoravam há pouco mais de um mês. Ele te convidou para ir com ele ao shopping.

Assim que você entrou no carro, Lee sorriu e passou a mão na nuca, antes de se inclinar e dar um selinho em seus lábios. Você poderia jurar que os olhos dele viraram dois corações pela forma com ele te olhava. Como um namorado fofo que era, não perdia nenhuma oportunidade para falar que te ama.

"Amor, você está tão linda! Já disse que esse vestido fica perfeito em você? Meu Deus, eu te amo tanto!"

"Obrigada príncipe! E é claro que esse vestido é lindo, foi você quem me deu."

Todas as suas respostas eram assim. Você nunca respondia de volta quando ele dizia que te amava. Era fofo e dava vontade de apertá-lo, mas você simplesmente não se sentia a vontade para responder. E seu namorado sempre desviava seu olhar para baixo, sorrindo de modo melancólico. No fundo, você sabia que ele esperava ansiosamente o momento em que aquelas três palavrinhas saíssem da sua boca.

Ao chegar no shopping, vocês fora ao cinema, comeram e agora, você inventou que gostaria de uma sobremesa, ao que prontamente Mark disse que resolveria. Te deu um beijo doce e foi comprar sorvete para vocês.

Você se sentia mal por não demonstrar completamente o quanto você amava o amava, mas não podia evitar depois de ter vivido um relacionamento tóxico com seu ex. Mas cada vez mais você se sentia pronta para corresponder as palavras dele, . Mark nunca exigiu que você o correspondesse, nem nunca pressionou você a dizê-lo de volta, porque ele nunca duvidou dos seus sentimentos.

Ao ver seu namorado sorridente voltando com as duas casquinhas de sorvete, você não pôde evitar se contagiar com o sentimento mais puro que já sentiu na vida. Por isso, achou que aquele era o momento adequado. Mas, por algum motivo, parecia que as palavras estavam presas em sua garganta.

Ao vê-lo sentando-se ao seu lado, pegou o seu sorvete e o agradeceu com um beijo no rosto. Olhando perdidamente para uma pessoa aleatória parada em frente a uma vitrine, você se permitiu dizer tudo o que você gostaria de ter dito desde o começo.

"Mark, sei que ainda não te falei isso, mas eu te amo muito. Desculpe por demorar tanto tem-"

Você foi interrompida por um par de lábios gelados nos seus. O sorriso crescente de Mark fez com que seu coração derretesse, enquanto você correspondia a demonstração de afeto com todo o seu ser.

"Eu te amo ainda mais, minha princesa. Fico feliz que você esteja a vontade para dizer isso para mim."

huang renjun

Depois de um dia cansativo, você foi até o dormitório do seu melhor amigo, Renjun. Há dias vocês não se viam, devido a correria da rotina do menino, mas depois de uma mensagem dizendo "oi s/n, estou morrendo de saudades, você pode vir?", você obviamente foi correndo vê-lo e levou donuts com cobertura de chocolate para animá-lo. Não pôde deixar de rir um pouco, ao encontrá-lo jogado na cama. Esses momentos eram raros, visto que quando ele chegava dos treinos, geralmente desperdiçava o resto de sua energia pintando alguma coisa com sua aquarela.

Aproximou-se devagar, colocando os donuts numa mesinha e notou que o amigo estava cochilando com o braço em cima dos olhos. Decidida a não acordá-lo, você ajeitou-se cuidadosamente ao lado dele na cama, olhando-o bem de perto. Ele era tão... Bonito. Ao notar que esses pensamentos estão inundando sua mente, você balança a cabeça, na tentativa de afastá-los. Mas aquele em sua frente era Huang Renjun, o garoto por quem você é apaixonada (só não gostava de admitir) há anos e anos. Honestamente, você nunca quis ser apenas amiga dele. Quase teve um ataque quando o braço dele pousou na cama, mas foi melhor assim, já que você poderia olhá-lo ainda mais perfeitamente.

Você entrou em um transe. Estava tão hipnotizada com a beleza estarrecedora do menino, que quase não percebeu quando ele se virou para você e abriu os olhos vagarosamente. Você o olhava com admiração, cuidado, carinho... Eu diria que esse olhar beirava a adoração. Ele estava ali, tão lindo, tão fofo, tão real. Renjun corou ao ver seu olhar - que você evidentemente não conseguiu disfarçar a tempo - e deixou um sorriso tímido escapar.

"Você sempre me observa dormindo, s/a?"

"Você nunca dorme quando estou aqui, Junnie".

Vocês continuaram se olhando, com sorrisos tímidos no rosto. Mas não era essa a resposta que ele esperava. Por isso, você continuou.

"É que você estava tão bonito dormindo. Não queria te acordar."

Você julgou-se mentalmente por ser tão clichê. Ao vê-lo tão perto de você, foi inevitável desviar o olhar para a boca dele, ansiando pelo que viria a seguir. As borboletas brincavam em seu estômago. Renjun, chegando mais e mais perto selou seus lábios em um beijo terno e cheio de sentimento.

"S/n, eu te amo."

Você quase engasgou quando ouviu aquelas palavras. Renjun foi assertivo ao dizê-las, como se ele estivesse pensando isso há muito tempo. Ele se divertiu ao ver sua expressão, e apenas te puxou para mais perto, abraçando sua cintura. Depois de um longo momento, você finalmente sorriu timidamente e selou novamente os lábios do amigo.

"Eu também, te amo Junnie. Muito, muito, muito!

A expressão do garoto se suavizou ainda mais. Você poderia jurar que ele deu o sorriso mais lindo que você já tinha visto em toda a sua vida.

"Mas Renjun, o que nós somos agora?"

"Ué, namorados sua boba. O que deveríamos ter sido desde o começo."

lee jeno

Jeno estava com um bico enorme, o que te fez se perguntar como alguém tão fofo assim poderia existir. O motivo era ainda mais engraçado. Seu namorado queria te surpreender em todos os momentos e, por isso, marcou um date com você assim que vocês saíssem da academia. Como um casal maromba, vocês adoravam treinar juntos, e essa tarde não foi diferente. Mas uma tempestade estragou os planos de Jeno.

Depois que vocês terminaram o treino e tomaram banho na academia mesmo, vocês passaram as catracas e pararam. Uma tempestade desencorajava qualquer um de sair. Os relâmpagos iluminavam o céu de tempos em tempos e os trovões faziam você estremecer. Mas vocês, teimosos como eram, correram até o carro de Jeno, que estava bem longe no estacionamento aberto. Ao fechar a porta, foi inevitável não cair em uma crise de riso. Vocês dois estavam pingando, descabelados e ofegantes. Mesmo depois da crise de riso, você reconheceu que seu namorado se cobrava muito por você, e estava bem chateado consigo mesmo, motivo pelo qual ele estava tão quieto. Então você resolveu se declarar para deixar ele ciente de que ele era muito bom para você.

"Jeno, encosta o carro. Agora!"

O pobre garoto encostou o carro na estrada, sem entender nada. A preocupação era visível em seus olhos. Você disse um "vem" animada, enquanto abria a porta e permitia que a chuva te molhasse livremente. Fechou a porta e saiu correndo por um campo aberto e cheio de grama verde. Jeno te seguiu, ainda um pouco confuso. Correu até você protegendo o rosto. Quando ele, se aproximou, você pegou na mão dele e o guiou numa dança silenciosa, repleta de risadas, passos errados e escorregões.

"Você lembra que você comentou comigo no começo do nosso namoro que achava que o primeiro beijo perfeito aconteceria na chuva?"

Você viu seu namorado sorrir e concordar. Você sabia que deveria se declarar agora e por isso, não guardou os seus sentimentos. Com uma frase curta, você quis expressar tudo o que sentia pelo seu namorado.

"O mundo deles pode estar caindo, mas meu mundo é você todinho, Nono. Enquanto estivermos juntos, está tudo bem. Eu te amo!"

Essas palavras certaram em cheio o seu namorado, que te olhou cheio de admiração. O sorriso que você tanto ama apareceu, fazendo com que um eyesmile perfeito também surgisse. Ele te deu um beijo de tirar o fôlego, o que, com toda a certeza, correspondeu exatamente todo o sentimento que você expressou.

"Vem, agora nós vamos para casa tomar um banho, antes que peguemos um resfriado."

"Não senhora. Você não vai entrar toda molhada assim no meu carro não!"

"Ah, seu palhaço! Você está todo molhado também. Volta aqui!"

Ele corria como se não houvesse amanhã, apenas para te provocar. Você perseguiu Jeno até o carro. Ele estava radiante, então sua missão estava cumprida.

lee haechan

Você nunca tinha dito ao seu namorado que o amava, e achava que estava tudo bem. Na realidade, você nem imaginava o que se passava na cabeça de Haechan.

Vocês estavam jogados no sofá, enquanto comiam pipoca e assistiam um filme ridiculamente chato. Ou melhor, ele assistia, enquanto você estava mais focada em fazer carinho na cabeça do homem que você amava. De repente, isso martelou em sua cabeça. Se você o ama, por que nunca disse? Esse pensamento roubou um sorriso seu, enquanto você ponderava se deveria dizer aquilo agora. Conhecendo o seu namorado, você sabia que ele faria o maior drama. Talvez, poderia até se engasgar com a pipoca.

"S/a, no que você está pensando?"

"Em nada muito específico, vida."

"Ah, então você quer dizer que parou de mexer no meu cabelo por estar pensando em nada muito específico? Que namorada desnaturada a minha! Sorte sua que eu te amo. Mas eu acho que você nem gosta tanto assim de mim."

Aquele último comentário fez com que você desfizesse o sorriso, trocando-o para uma expressão confusa, e até mesmo culpada. Seu coração quase se despedaçou quando observou o leve biquinho na boca de Haechan. Você sempre imaginou que ele sabia o que ele causava em você. Quando ele chegava, você sentia seu coração pular. Adorava o cheiro do perfume dele, o cuidado dele, a maneira como ele te abraçava, os beijos, as carícias e a forma como ele amava você. Você o amava. Por isso, sem hesitar, você disse com toda a certeza:

"Lee Donghyuck você não faz nem ideia do quanto eu te amo, sério! Você é tudo para mim."

Depois de dizer isso, você sentiu suas bochechas esquentarem. Provavelmente, você estava mais vermelha que um tomate, mas isso não importava nem um pouquinho. Ver aquele sorriso lindo era literalmente tudo o que você mais queria. Você pôde jurar que viu algumas lágrimas brotaram nos cantinhos dos olhos de Hyuck, o que enterneceu ainda mais o seu coração.

"É sério que você está chorando, meu amor?"

"Amor, você é quem deveria estar chorando por ter um namorado tão maravilhoso como eu. E eu também te amo muito, do tamanho do infinito."

O resto da noite seria marcado por diversos beijos carinhosos e talvez, alguns amassos a mais. Mas não importava o que acontecesse, o sorriso nunca saia do rosto de Haechan.

na jaemin

Você nunca viu a necessidade de dizer ao Jaemin que você o ama. A relação de vocês era tão doce e tão pura, que você sinceramente imaginava que ele sabia que você era perdidamente apaixonada por ele.

"S/a, o que você acha dessa roupa?"

"É linda Nana."

Jaemin suspira em sinal de reprovação. Você o acompanhou em um dia de compras, que por sinal, ele levou muito a sério. Pela quinta vez, você mal levantou os olhos do celular para analisar como ele ficava com a determinada roupa.

"Amor, isso é sério! Tenho uma sessão de fotos amanhã e pela primeira vez, a empresa deixou que eu escolhesse minhas próprias roupas. Você sabe que isso é importante para mim. Vou colocar a última, e espero que você pelo menos olhe para o seu lindo namorado."

Fazendo uma cara de deboche com um leve riso, você fez sinal para que seu namorado entrasse no provador. Ele fez um biquinho adorável e você sorriu pela maneira que o rei do drama agia. Ao encarar a cortina creme recém fechada, começou a pensar no fato de que nunca tinha dito ao seu namorado que o amava, e então, sentiu até um pouco de culpa. Já que seus sentimentos eram totalmente verdadeiros, que mal tinha dizer isso em voz alta?

É verdade que você já tinha sussurrado que o amava enquanto ele dormia, mas sempre se certificava que ele estava dormindo profundamente antes. Deu um sorriso carinhoso ao pensar na carinha que ele faria ao escutar você falando as três palavrinhas mágicas. Mas como você adorava provocar seu namorado, sai dos seus devaneios decidida que fingiria não se importar muito com o último look.

"Pronto S/n, o que você achou desse?"

"Uhm, bonito Nana."

A voz de Jaemin dava sinais de que ele estava levemente emburrado. Você sorriu ao ouvir seu namorado bufar. Marchando pesadamente, ele entrou no provador e fechou a cortina com uma força descomunal, quase derrubando a cadeira em que as outras roupas estavam apoiadas.

Você deixou seu celular de lado, caminhou vagarosamente até o provador, e abriu a cortina bem de mansinho. Nana não percebeu a aproximação, por estar passando a camiseta pela cabeça. Você encarou as costas brancas e lisinhas do namorado e não pensou duas vezes para abraça-lo. Sorriu ao perceber que ele se assustou um pouco, mas preferiu manter a pose de "durão".

"Gatinho, não fique bravo comigo. Eu só não olhei demais para você porque sei que sou completamente apaixonada por você. Se eu reparasse muito, você nem conseguiria experimentar todas essas roupas, porque eu iria te encher de beijos."

O garoto, que até então estava olhando para o seu reflexo no espelho, virou-se para você, passando os braços pela sua cintura. Sorrindo, ele levanta sua cabeça com o indicador e sela seus lábios com carinho.

"Quando você pretendia me encher de beijos? Pode ser agora?

Essa colocação te fez dar uma risada sincera. O ar condicionado em contraste com o corpo quente do seu namorado te dava leves arrepios.

"Eu te amo com todo o meu coração, Nana."

Isso bastou para que Nana unisse os lábios de vocês, num beijo ainda mais doce e carinhoso que o anterior. O sorriso apaixonado em seu rosto foi suficiente para que você sentisse seu coração derreter, tendo ainda mais certeza de que aquele era o homem a quem você amava.

"Eu também te amo, minha princesa. Fico feliz que você tenha finalmente me dito isso."

zhong chenle

Uma noite incrível infelizmente estava chegando ao fim. Seu date com Chenle terminou da forma mais fofa possível.

Vocês foram para um parque de diversões. Você não ia em um há muito tempo e, sabendo disso, Chenle te convidou para um encontro bem clichê. Ele queria muito zoar com a sua cara ao te levar em brinquedos mirabolantes e planejava tirar altas fotos das suas caras e bocas. Na verdade, lá no fundinho do coração, ele só queria passar um tempo com a garota a quem ele tanto amava. Mas o garoto nunca admitiria isso em voz alta - assim ele imaginava.

Depois de sair do carrinho de bate-bate, Chenle viu uma barraca de tiros e resolveu participar. O objetivo do jogo era derrubar uma nave espacial e, se a maior das naves fosse derrubada - a que se mexia mais rápido - o prêmio era um urso enorme, o qual fez seus olhos brilharem. E Lele só era um homem querendo impressionar sua namorada. Então, não pensou duas vezes antes de comprar as fichas. Alguns minutos se passaram, sem sucesso. Ele comprava ficha atrás de ficha, em vão.

"Lele, deixa para lá. Vamos na montanha-russa? A fila está pequena. Eu fico feliz porque meu namorado se empenhou tanto assim para ganhar um urso para mim."

"S/a, agora é questão de honra. Se eu não ganhar, meu nome não é mais Zhong Chenle."

Você afastou-se rindo por conta da sua última colocação, enquanto via pelo menos mais 30 lindas tentativas frustradas do seu namorado. As pontinhas de suas orelhas já estavam vermelhas e, conhecendo ele, sabia o quanto estava bravo.

"Ah S/n, eu só queria mostrar para você o quanto eu te amo. Não queria desistir, mas não consigo!"

As palavras de seu namorado foram como um soco em seu estômago - no bom sentido (se é que há bom sentido nisso). Você se lembrou que nunca tinha dito que o amava. A sensação que tinha quando via o garoto com risada de golfinho era uma mistura. Quando vocês se beijavam, sempre parecia a primeira vez. Você definitivamente o amava. Então, resolveu externalizar isso, como um incentivo para que ele conseguisse o tal urso. Você chamou atenção do maior, segurando seu rosto com carinho. Ficou na pontinha dos pés antes de distribuir beijinhos pelo rosto do namorado, que fez caretas engraçadas.

"Lele, eu amo você e nunca duvidaria do seu amor por mim por causa de uma coisa tão banal. Mas, sem querer te ofender ou questionar seus esforços, eu quero esse urso! E como seria o seu nome caso você não conseguisse? Acho que Chenle combina bem com você... Agora você VAI conseguir!"

No final, Chenle acertou a nave e ganhou o seu urso. Claro que apenas depois de MUITA relutância, ele admitiu que ouvir um "eu te amo" saindo da sua boca deu a ele toda a concentração que precisava.

"Que tal se o nome do meu urso for Daegal?"

"Esquece, a Daegal é única. Que tal Bear?"

"Uau, quanta criatividade!"

park jisung

Depois da prática, Jisung chegava em seu dormitório acabado. Após uma troca de mensagens, você percebeu que seu namorado estava precisando de sua atenção, então resolveu surpreendê-lo ao ir ao ensaio do Dream antes mesmo dele acabar. E é claro que você levou frango frito para todos os meninos.

Assim que você chegou na sala de práticas, todos sorriram. Você era muito querida por todos os membros, que te tratavam como uma irmãzinha mais nova. Jisung sorriu e sentiu seu coração quentinho após ver toda aquela interação entre as pessoas que ele mais amava no mundo. Deixou uma pontinha de ciúmes para lá, porque sabia o quanto você era importante para os meninos também.

Sentou-se do seu lado, te roubando um selinho e fazendo um coro de "UUUUUHHHHMMMM" ecoar pela sala. Todos começaram a comer, mas Jisung parecia um pouco triste, falando bem menos que o normal. Assim que todos terminaram de comer, um a um foram saindo da sala e te agradecendo pela refeição. Jaemin e Mark disseram que te pagariam uma refeição incrível, o que te fez rir com a fofura deles. Mas agora, você tinha um problema para resolver.

Um pacotinho amuado levantou-se vagarosamente do chão. Se pudesse, ele se arrastaria até o dormitório, mas não o fez. Os passos preguiçosos dele te alcançaram e seus braços te envolveram.

"Amor, meu dia foi tão difícil. Não estou me sentindo suficiente. Acho que nunca vou ser bom o suficiente para ser idol. Mas agora, vamos ir para o meu dormitório?"

"Gatinho, podemos ficar assim mais um pouquinho? Preciso te dizer algumas coisas."

Jisung suspirou pesadamente e segurou sua cintura ainda mais firmemente e enterrou o nariz em seu pescoço, se esforçando para inalar todo o cheiro do seu perfume. Seu namorado continuou sem dizer nada, mas você o conhecia tão bem que sabia que esse era o jeito dele te pedir para prosseguir.

"Eu não sei exatamente como é se sentir assim, mas sei que tenho um namorado incrivelmente habilidoso em tudo o que faz. Tenho muito orgulho de você, Ji, e tenho certeza que todas as fãs veem o quanto você se esforça e te admiram também. Você é mais que suficiente. Eu te amo!"

Pela primeira vez na noite, Jisung afastou-se rapidamente de você apenas para te olhar. Com um sorriso adorável e as bochechas rosadas, ele te puxou para perto de novo, como se o ato anterior tivesse sido um erro grotesco. Deu um beijo terno em sua cabeça e voltou a se afastar de você, apenas para selar seus lábios.

"Agora vou me esforçar muito para que a mulher que eu amo continue tendo orgulho de mim."

[mrkerina]

Fated 𓍼 Mark Lee

— In which you two have a midnight talk.

Pairing — Lee Mark (nct) x fem!reader

Word count — 437 (drabble)

Content — You couldn’t sleep and started to let your mind wander while a sleepy Mark had to entertain your thoughts, coming up with a perfect reply as usual.

M.list + Author’s note — Just a drabble!! The latest 127 comeback has me on a chokehold btw.

[ 3:42 am ]

Sometimes on those sleepless nights, where the bright hue of the full bloomed moon illuminated ever so slightly into the room and onto the ceiling.

Your eyes would be wide opened as you stared up at it, wondering how far it travelled to be able to reach inside.

On nights like these you just felt a little bit more sentimental, as much as you hated people who were like that. The world was filled with wonders, and one that always whirled in your mind was how different life could be if we did one thing differently.

Like how we would meet different people if we went to a different school, how different it would be if we gained interests in things sooner.

The bed dipped slightly beside you from the movement of the boy.

Mark's vision was slightly hazy but he managed to make out the girl who was still wide awake, deep in her own thoughts. "Are you still awake?" He said lowly, voice laced with tiredness, barely keeping his eyes opened to look at you.

You hummed in response, "can't sleep," you mumbled. He nodded before swinging an arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

"You should sleep, you overwork yourself too much and now you can't even take a break," Mark muttered, being the caring boyfriend he was despite his sleepiness.

Even though you weren't thinking about your stress at work, you didn't say anything. Turning your body to face him, you buried your head into his chest in search for the familiar surge of tranquil warmth to embrace you.

"Do you think we would have met if one of us didn't go to the carnival on that day?" You quietly questioned, doubting that you would get a reply, assuming that he was already asleep.

"Yeah, of course we would, why wouldn't we?” he answered.

"Why not? we won't have seen each other and started to compete on every single game then."

Mark let out a light chuckle, his fingers subconsciously started to draw shapes on your back. "Even if we didn't meet each other then, i'm sure we would have met each other eventually. We are made for each other, I would search the whole world if it meant finding you again. It is always and will be you who I love, no one else."

And right then you understood, it was fate that brought everyone together. His words made your heart flutter just like the first time you had laid your eyes on him.

[hugs2doie]

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𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

⌗ nct dream + back scratches.

⌗ nct dream asking you to come home after an argument.

⌗ nct dream + spotting you in their concert.

⌗ flirty!classmate!nctdream texts

⌗ nct dream texts when they realised they took a joke too far.

⌗ nct dream texts when you straighten your curly hair.

⌗ “can you play an instrument for me?”

MARK

⌗ bf!mark texts with a girl whose personality is like haechan’s.

⌗ bf!mark texts with jaehyun’s (almost) sister.

⌗ random bf!mark texts

⌗ more bf!mark texts

⌗ bff!mark texts

⌗ bf!idol!mark x idol!reader texts

RENJUN

⌗ more bf!renjun texts

⌗ bf!renjun comforting his s/o when they’re stressed about school

JENO

⌗ random bf!jeno texts

HAECHAN

⌗ bff!haechan accidentally confessing

⌗ bf!haechan sending you memes

⌗ more bf!haechan texts

⌗ even more haechan bf!texts

JAEMIN

⌗ more bf!jaemin texts

⌗ bf!jaemin comforting his s/o

CHENLE

⌗ more bf!chenle texts

⌗ bf!chenle texts but mark & jisung are your brothers

⌗ even more bf!chenle texts

⌗ bff!chenle texts

JISUNG

⌗ more bf!jisung texts

⌗ even more bf!jisung texts

⌗ long distance bf!jisung texts

⌗ even moreeeee bf!jisung texts

⌗ say it, ditto. (drabble)

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝟕

⌗ bf!nct127 texts when you’re one of the nct dream members’ eldest sibling.

JOHNNY

TAEYONG

⌗ bf!taeyong texts but jisung’s your younger brother.

YUTA

⌗ bff!yuta texts.

DOYOUNG

JUNGWOO

⌗ random bf!jungwoo texts

JAEHYUN

⌗ bf!jaehyun texts

⌗ more bf!jaehyun texts

𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐕

⌗ wayv texts apologizing after they said something mean to you.

⌗ bff!wayv flirty texts

KUN

TEN

WINWIN

XIAOJUN

HENDERY

YANGYANG

𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

SOOBIN

YEONJUN

BEOMGYU

TAEHYUN

HUENINGKAI

[sftjhyn]

- 8:51 PM

“stop moving y/n”

jeno brought his hand up to your throat, cutting off your air supply and earning a choked moan from you.

“when did my girlfriend get to be such a whore? did you really think you’d get away with flirting with jaemin?” you tried to respond to his question, but with his cock buried deep inside you nothing but whines came from your mouth.

“answer the question slut.” he loosened his grip around your throat just enough for a gasp of air to enter your lungs, and while continuing his assault on your cunt.

“i- fuck, ‘m sorry jeno. i didn’t mean to.” one particular thrust sent your brain into a washed out haze, reducing you to nothing but a moaning mess.

“fuck, jeno i’m gonna cum. please don’t stop” he knew you were close. the way your body tensed up, your eyes rolling back, your moans getting louder. if he continued at his current pace it wouldn’t be long until you were falling apart, coming all over his cock.

his pace got quicker, almost enough to send you over the edge, and then he pulled out.

you whined in protest, “jeno please.”

“sluts like you don’t get to cum y/n, now why don’t you put your mouth to good use for me?”

[flashbangstars]

Domestically, Painfully, Loving.

Pairing: Renjun x Female Reader wc: 2.5k+

Summary: You and Renjun have been roommates for the past two years and apparently the roommate dynamic you thought you had was not very roommate-y

Genre: suggestive, fluff, he and MC are painfully domestic.

Warnings: suggestive at the end/mentions of sex (like I literally just say sex a lot)

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It was for sure one of those mornings. You didn’t wake up to any of your alarms, your windows were drawn, and your bed was too warm to get out of. The thought of skipping the 9 am you had was now in bright bold letters in the forefront of your brain and honestly seemed like the move. 

Then all of a sudden I hear this grating voice…. Just kidding it’s just Renjun. You hear him shuffling around in the hallways outside dangerously close to your door. You both had sworn to not lock your doors if it was a regular night because He had claimed it was a safety hazard. 

You heard the door knob jingle, and then devastatingly open to Him in all his glory. He was fully dressed minus shoes and had the annoyed look he usually carries when you piss him off. 

“It is almost 8:00 and if you don’t get up you’re going to miss your class,” He said sternly as he invited himself into your room and went to your closet

“I think I might just take the L on this one and miss it” you yawned and rolled over turning your back to him.

“No, and please don’t ever say “take the L” in front of me ever again,” Renjun said as he dug through your closet.

“Sorry, Your Highness” your voice strained as you slumped over in bed attempting to get up. 

“I put clothes on your chair, I’m giving you 20 minutes and then we are leaving,” He said as he grabbed your wrists pulling you the rest of the way out of bed. Leaving you to your own devices after. 

Renjun and you had lived together for 2 years now and this was the dynamic. Renjun helped you keep your shit together, and simultaneously you helped him not lose his. A perfect balance. 

On your desk chair was a white sweatshirt and matching white sweatpants. One of the sets you had invested in after Renjun had introduced you to the world of “nice sweats” and on top of the sweat suit was a black sports bra from your dresser. There weren’t a lot of boundaries between you at this point, to be honest.

After changing you trudged into the bathroom where he was standing finishing his hair. Nudging him with your hip to move you slid in closer to the outlet of your hair. Renjun grabbed your hair into a ponytail and pulled it off your neck. 

“I think you should wear your hair in a claw clip, it shows off your neck” You blinked at both of your reflections in the mirror with zero energy to fight him, nodding in agreement. Renjun then grabs the brush from the side brushing your hair out, and then twisting it into the claw clip. 

“Alright there you go,” Renjun said patting your hip, moving you out of his way to finish his hair.

“I already ordered coffee so we gotta go soon, go put your shoes on, and do the Jordan's not the Converse,” Renjun ordered you around as he blow-dried his hair. 

Finishing the multiple tasks he gave you, you were now standing at the door waiting for him to come escort you to the kitchen like a goddamn kindergartener to school. Now joining you in the entryway putting his shoes on. He was wearing a pair of loose-fit jeans and a white button-up on top of a T-shirt. 

This contrast between you two is crazy.

You two both lived a very domestic life. When you had moved in together you strikingly got along really well. Renjun had slowly but surely worked himself to be at the forefront of important people in your life. He was just a very considerate person in his way and it showed with those he cared about….which you just happened to be!

Does he dress you up like a little doll sometimes.. yes! And like who doesn’t like that shit, domesticity in a household is like crack to weak-minded, and hey bitch.. I am the weak-minded.

Getting to campus you departed from Renjun and walked towards the lecture. Finding your spot in the auditorium and going to your friends who have saved it for you. 

“Good morning darling, look who showed up today” Giselle nudged your shoulder laughing,

“And look! Her boyfriend got her coffee, god bless the lovely couple”  Karina traced her finger along the big RENJUN written on the side of your coffee cup. 

“Oh shut up, he’s not my boyfriend. He just buys the coffee in the morning” You shrugged taking a sip. Putting your coffee down meeting eyes with your two best friends silently staring at you with their eyebrows knit.

“What do you mean he isn’t your boyfriend” Giselle asked voice flat

“Renjun is not my boyfriend… we just live together,” You said again confused as to why you were being questioned. 

“Y/n are you kidding….?” Karina spoke up over Giselle’s shoulder sharing the same confused look “I watched you two hold hands the other day while walking home, like clasp your fucking fingers and hold hands” Gisele gripped Karina’s hand to demonstrate.

“Yeah because I was tired and need to keep up with him while we were walking he’s fast for a little guy” you explain trying to mediate whatever the fuck was now happening 

“Oh, you poor poor girl” Karina now pushing herself fully into the conversation “y/n people do not act like that with people who they aren’t dating plus you two live together… you do know that everyone thinks you two are dating right?”

You felt your hole clench at that statement. Hole clench, toe curl, and heart drop. “What do you mean people think we are dating..?” Your voice sounded more pathetic than you wanted it to be.

“Y/n you two are probably two of the most domestic people I know, I watched you and Renjun hug for a solid two minutes yesterday and then he fixed your hair after. Who the fuck does that. Other than two people who are having painfully loving sex?” She asked. 

You two weren’t having painfully loving sex! Neither of you were having sex! You would know, the walls are thin. 

“But we aren’t having painfully loving sex” you pouted still confused

“And that’s fucked up for you, and your vagina!” Karina rubbed your shoulder.

“Be honest with yourself Y/n would you have painfully loving sex with Renjun if you had the chance?” Giselle asked 

And just like that, your world fucking crashed in. Because you WOULD! You would have painfully loving earth-shattering war of worlds universe colliding sex with Renjun! Your body was in a sense of shock and you felt your eyes stuck open wide at the sudden realization you would bone your roommate and would maybe like to be in a grossly domestic relationship with him. 

“I think we broke her” Karina waved her hand in front of your face and snapped. 

“I think I have a crush on Renjun” you whispered in disbelief. 

“Substantial realizations here before 9 am ladies and gentlemen” Giselle clapped as if your now mental breakdown was an achievement.

“I think I need to go home right now and I think I need to go rethink everything that has happened to me for the past two years,�� You said in a frantic whisper as you packed the rest of your things and left the lecture hall 5 minutes before class was supposed to start. Ignoring what Karina and Giselle were saying trying to get you to pause your mental breakdown and sit back down for geology 

Fuck geology I'm having a crisis!

Speed walking out of the lecture hall it still felt like you had a cold bucket of water dumped on you, and then someone pushed you down a flight of stairs too. How had you not realized you had a crush on him? You two did almost everything together, you did almost everything together!!!! 

Turning the corner and stopping dead in your tracks making eye contact with the devil himself, renjun. His eyes widened at first meeting yours, and then brows furrowed in confusion. You had two choices right now; run away OR admit defeat and face him. Running away seemed like the best option but you would have to face him later that night at the apartment and currently with the realization you were going through, you didn’t want to have to face him to explain why you ran away. 

The familiar pair of brows excused himself from his friends and walked up to you with a look of concern painting his features. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be in science right now? Where are you going” he asked, the worry evident in his voice. Making your stomach twist into knots. 

“I uh.. don’t feel great so I think I’m just going to raincheck on classes today” you spoke not making eye contact with him once. Your eyes thought immediately shooting to meet his as he rested his hand on your forehead, and then slowly moved it to cup your cheek. 

“You do feel a bit warm” his voice was still laced with concern. Your face was warm, but that was due to the fact you were screaming on the inside from your roommate caressing your face to see if you were sick. “I don’t have a lecture for another 30 minutes but I can miss it I’ll take you home!” Renjun said and reached to grab your wrist to drag you towards his car. 

your wrist was tingling from the contact, and the thought of mind-blowing sex was now on the forefront of your conscious “NO *cough* no! I am fine, I’m going to take the bus and probably stop for some…tea! On the way home”

You don’t drink tea. 

His hand released your wrist and he scanned your face skeptically. “You don’t drink tea though” 

fUCK!

“Well, I just figured a good time to start! Being sick and all! *cough cough* wow! Okay well, I’m gonna go I will see you later!” Your sentence slowly lost control towards the end, you turned around and booked it to the bus stop, not even turning to see if he said bye or was still looking. 

It had been 2 years of you two living together, how did you just realize now? And people already thought you two were dating? Does everyone think we fucked?

Does he think we are dating??

Does Renjun think we are dating?

You two do regular roommate stuff, He literally dressed you this morning and did your hair… HE DRESSED YOU AND DID YOUR HAIR. Oh holy fuck oh god oh what the fuck

Were you two dating? We we dating???

As soon as you got home from the bus you paced the living room for a good 45 minutes trying to rethink the last two years and what may have been perceived as you two dating, and so far there was a lot. 

Renjun and you frequently hold hands, you both purposely created school schedules that ended and started around the same time each other, and you have both met each other’s families. The list fucking continues.

To be quite honest you weren’t sure what the reality was at all now. Renjun’s class ended at 12 and it was 12:15 so he would be home any minute. 

The lock clicked and you watched as the door opened to Renjun, Walking in and smiling at you.

“How are you feeling? You ran away before I asked you anything else” He asked as he took his shoes off, but continued to hold eye contact, returning to that same look he had earlier when you had sold the idea of you being sick.

Ripping the bandaid off you said it

“Are we dating?” The question sounded like a scream in the quiet apartment. 

Renjun paused and stood back up

“If that is what you wanna call it..?” He said shrugging

What do you mean ‘if that is what you wanna call it’

“Wait.. so you thought we were dating?” Your body began to tense at the prospect of you not being aware of your relationship status for the past two years 

Renjun looked away like he was thinking and tilted his head “Well no… But I don’t act the way I act with you with anyone else, I just figured we weren’t putting a label on anything” He said walking closer to you and sitting on the couch in front of you “You haven’t seen anyone, and haven’t expressed that interest in doing so and neither have I and to be very fair quite literally everyone thinks we are dating” he laughed at his last part of his sentence as you were melting into a small puddle in the middle of your living room. 

“Oh” was the only word able to make it out of your mouth as your state of shock had taken over your entire body. 

“I mean we already live together, it would honestly be quite convenient for us to be dating” Renjun added seemingly unaware of the turmoil you were still in. 

“But Karina said that we look like a couple who has painfully loving sex, and we aren’t having painfully loving sex though! We haven’t even kissed!” Did you whine at your roommate-boyfriends? Non-chalantness about the topic. 

“Well, we can. It doesn’t define a relationship, but if painfully loving sex is what you want then we can make it happen” His voice garnered a new lilt to it as soon as the prospect of coochie became a distant goal

‘Hold on PLEASE I’m so lost” You threw your arms up in surrender now confused as to what you had gotten yourself into.  “So you are actually into me?” You questioned 

“Yes, very” well damn.

“Oh okay, well yeah me too” you responded 

“Sick,” He said as he began to take his shirt off. 

“WOAH” the screech leaving your mouth before you could catch it 

“Painfully loving sex remember?” He said as he moved across the living room to grab you by the waist. “Would you be interested in some painfully loving sex, and for me to be your boyfriend officially?” His thumbs rubbed circles into your hips as he asked. 

Now your coochie was for sure in the mix, as much as you wanted to scream and claw at him like a feral animal, you kept it in. 

“That would be very nice yes! And yes I would love that” you decided to say instead.

His hands traveled from where they sat on your hips and landed under your thighs, picking you up and your legs clasping around his waist. And your hands made it to both sides of his his face bringing his lips to yours. 

It felt like two years of sharing beds and dangerously domestic actions all culminating in this sloppy kiss. His teeth teased your bottom lip and took it with him gently when he pulled away and then released. Your chest heaving from the lack of air, and your face red from the situation you were in 

“My room or yours.”

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Hello! here is the entry for Renjun, It's not one of my favorites but I liked the plot! lmk who you want next!

[luvyeni]

hey could you write something where the reader is in the dreamies friend group and the members know that jisung is obsessed with her but they keep teasing him cause he will never have a chance since he’s a “innocent good boy” and the baby of the group

but what they don’t know is that, secretly, right under the members nose in every party, in every opportunity he is there fucking her

i love your writing!! <33

they watched jisung follow you around the party like a lost puppy like he always does, holding your bag for you while you make yourself a drink , making your way to them jisung right behind you. "look a owner and her puppy." haechan teased , jisung rolled his eyes.

"y/n that's real short leash you have on him , why won't you just reject our precious jisung , he's way too innocent for you." you can't help but snicker , covering it up with sniffle , but jisung heard it , turning to you , the look in his eye was scary. "i'll go use the bathroom." you stood up , making your way upstairs, knowing jisung will be right behind you.

he slammed you against the bathroom door. "come on laugh now slut , laugh like you did downstairs." he grabbed your throat , squeezing. "nothing is funny now is it." he grabbed your legs hoisting you up against the door.

"fu-fuck jisung!" you screamed as he roughly fucked you against the door , the people outside of the door walking buy , definitely knew what was going on. "i wish they could see you like this , all fucked out , humping my cock like a bitch in heat." he growled in your ear. "so desperate to get off that you'd fuck me in a random bathroom."

he pulled out of you , sitting you down , legs shaky as he bent you over the sink , sinking his cock back into your pussy , your gripped the side — he rammed his cock in and out of your hole. "maybe we should tell them." he moaned. "tell them that all those marks on your neck that they tease you about are from me fucking your brains out the night before. he slapped your ass.

"fu-fuck yes , yes!" you squealed , feeling the knot in your stomach about to snap. "ji-jisung , sung im gonna cum." you warned , but he didn't let up , instead he grabbed your hair , yanking it , fucking you rougher and faster. "go a head , cum for me slut." your legs shook , cumming on his cock.

"fu-fuck , im gonna cum , get on your knees." he pulled out of you , jerking his cock while you got on your knees. "eugh , fuck im cumming , shit ! " he shot his warm load all over your face. "look at that , on your knees for me like always." he pulled you up , kissing your lips.

"now clean yourself up , unless you want them to see how much a slut you are for me."

[glitching-wren]

head empty, no thoughts, only jisung and his LONG ass fingers....

[marklilies]

% nice to meet you!

pairings: stranger!haechan x gn!reader || wc: 0.6k || warnings: none

you are reading on your favourite bench in the park, minding your own business. the cool morning air revitalises the previously sleepy you, and you can feel the gentle breeze caressing the strands of your hair. the book you are currently reading is the most interesting one you’ve read in a long time, and you lean back on the bench, completely engrossed in its intriguing plot.

only when a boy with fluffy peach-coloured hair walks towards you, whistling with his hands in his pockets, are you jolted back into reality. you frown; what could this boy possibly want with you? as far as you know, nobody’s ever given you a second glance. you also look like the definition of a poor college student, so this guy couldn’t possibly be thinking about mugging you, especially not in broad daylight. right?

regardless, you shift your attention back to your book. out of the corner of your eye, however, you notice the peach boy sitting down unusually close to you on the bench. you’re about to move away when the boy does the classic yawns-and-puts-his-arms-around-your-shoulder move. at this point, you’re pretty freaked out by him. what on earth does this boy think he’s doing? he doesn’t even look the slightest bit embarrassed about it, looking nonchalantly around like he hasn’t just pulled the oldest trick in the book of flirting on a complete stranger.

you look at him sceptically, waiting for him to say something.

“so… what’s your name?” he finally looks at you, eyes sparkling with what seems like mischief. mischief? again, what on earth is he up to?

“and why should i tell you?” you raise your eyebrows at him.

“because i’m good-looking.”

you almost choke on your own saliva. “wow, narcissistic much?”

“nah, just stating facts.”

you roll your eyes. then, you notice a group of boys behind the peach boy, all watching eagerly as the scene unfolds. ah, you think to yourself, this boy’s been dared to do this.

“so, are you gonna tell me your name?”

“why don’t you run back to your friends and tell them you successfully completed whatever dare you were on?” you say dryly. you don’t want to waste yours or this boy’s time.

“what dare?” peach boy looks genuinely confused, and you scoff. somebody give this guy an oscar.

“i can see your little gang of friends staring at us to see what happens, you know,” you turn back to your book. at least that would be more interesting than this dead-end conversation.

“oh. no, they’re not watching me because this is a dare…” peach boy’s ears flush as he looks back and sees his friends waving back at him excitedly.

you sigh. “please, just go. don’t make this harder for the both of us.”

“i think your eyes are really pretty,” the boy blurts, and his entire face goes really red.

you pause. what the heck? you chuckle, “no one ever told you not to mess with someone else’s feelings?”

“no, i mean it,” peach boy continues, abashed, “i really like your eyes.” he looks away shyly, and you can’t help but think this boy is kind of cute.

okay, who are you kidding? this boy - peach boy - is gorgeous. moles dot his otherwise perfect, autumn-y skin, and his eyes hold a special sort of glimmer in them. the shadows of the leaves above dance across his skin; the light spots between them glow a warm yellow.

“i’m donghyuck, but you can call me haechan, if you want,” peach boy looks up into your eyes again, searching for some sort of answer in them.

you stare straight into his eyes, and you briefly think about how stupid it is to fall for someone you’ve just met. but then again, you had a track record of stupid things you’d done, so you couldn’t care less.

“i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you.”

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