#renjun and reader

[mochilatae]

Highest Bidder (Renjun x FemReader)

Word Count: 5.26k (ish)

Pairing: Renjun x FemReader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Power dynamics (boss and employee), breaking in after hours (legal stuff), oral sex (Fem receiving), tongue fucking, licking, clit sucking, obsessive behavior (you and him), kissing, nipple licking/sucking, public play, orgasms (yours), implied sex (later on), rule breaking (from signed agreements/rules).

Genre: PwP, Strangers to Lovers

AUs: None

Summary: You're determined to win what you're after when you attend a company sponsored fundraiser auction. What you win delivers more than you expected and makes you the envy of the entire office gossip pool.

Author’s Note: My first foray into the NCT Dream world with a fic involving my bias Renjun. I was nervous but I'm very happy with it. If you read it, I hope you like it too.

I tried to proofread. Ignore any typos or issues. Be gentle and nice. JUST ENJOY IT.

If you want to give a kudo or comment telling me that you liked it, I would love to know. If you feel like reblogging, it's always appreciated but never required.

Tag List: None but if you want to be added for future NCT Dream fics, let me know! @kiestrokes see I did it and ventured out of my BTS world for once!

Even if you regretted it, the time to back out had already passed. From the way your friend was staring at you, standing at your side in line, you knew she wanted to ask. You spoke and cleared the question clouding her stare. 

“I did it. I can’t believe it but… Yeah.”

“I can’t believe it either. It’s a lot of money.” 

That was one of the major points: how much this cost you. Saving for months until the bank balance reached 4 digits wasn’t easy. In fact on some days it felt like an impossible goal, but for every second you felt like quitting, you knew this moment right here, in line to pay, would be worth it. 

And how right you’d been. Your smile practically screamed it.

“Admit it..you couldn’t have done it.” You meant the saving AND the balls it took to come here tonight and participate. Both of which you knew she admired because your friend had been the one to tell you about this gala at the new years office party. 

“Y/n..” Her arms crossed as she huffed. The satisfaction of her glower faded as you both fixated on the bodies ahead, taking another uniform and slow step forward. One payment at a time, the reality was creeping. 

And the mouth of this massive thing you’d gotten yourself into opened wider. Whatever happened, failure or miracle, the legend of this memory would go with you the rest of your life. Not to mention the levels your reputation would jump in the work gossip pools… A little cherry atop it all. 

A few steps closer and your friend’s fingers circled your wrist and cinched as her breath hitched against your ear. “What if it’s a bust. What if he’s an asshole.” 

“Doesn’t matter.” You reasoned. “I won, fair and square. For the night he’s whatever I want him to be. He has to set everything aside and be mine.” 

“I heard—” You held up a hand and she stopped cold. 

“We got that out of the way months ago. Don’t think I didn’t freak out. I paid my dues. It’s not fair to speculate what this man could be like based on rumors.” Nevermind that the chatterboxes in the office LOVED to make a second job out of speculating exactly what this man was like. Some of the more creative ones had your brows rising and others had your knees weak–but not in a good way. 

“I just hope you have a good time. That’s a lot of money, Y/n.” 

“So he better make it worth my while. Guys like him–and the others who put themselves up there tonight are getting a taste of being average for a night. He can handle it. And I’ll get to live it up with  a guy so far out of my league I might as well be on another continent.” 

“You have my thoughts and prayers.” Your friend hummed. After a beat, she gave your wrist a soft tug and continued. “....And my number. Deets later?” 

Finally your hand fell to your side, limp and empty as your friend parted ways from you one person from the payment counter. You stepped up alone, the echo of the ballroom crowd melting away into a distant hum. Meeting your stare was a curious but kind looking woman. You vaguely recognized her from the accounting department. 

After a tight smile, she lifted the pen in her right hand, keeping it poised over a ledger. The cream paper in a ridiculously expensive leather binder was open on the table and ready.

Trying on a polite smile, you waved your bid paddle. 

“#124. The—”

The woman blinked, then her eyes went to the page an imposing list of numbers next aligned with first name initials and full last names. Most of them you recognized but hardly any you worked with. Such was the separation in the company work culture–until tonight. 

Ovaries of steel. I did it. I earned it. This is MINE. HE’S mine. You waited, fingers tightening around the paddle handle, watching the woman’s part as her head stayed bowed. She ran a finely manicured nail down the list until she located what you barely discerned was your number, then followed it across to the first name initial, the last name. Her fingertip slid the farthest column. As she paused, then slowly glanced up, one brow-perfectly done-shifted higher. 

“Mr. Huang…” You couldn’t lie and say the vague disbelief in her voice wasn't satisfying as hell. You kept the smirk off your lips and nodded. Then waited. 

“Renjun–yes.” You couldn’t help it and the woman’s eyes flinched wide, then she hurriedly jotted an initial on that same line and laid the pen down.

This night was all about formality, but then again this kind of fundraiser bucked the trends for the company’s business activities so you reasoned you had room to be a little informal at this moment. 

Looking up this time, her brows were even again and she looked a little smug too. “$5000.” 

Even though you had a bit more than that in your bank account and you’d prepared, it was still a bit of sticker shock. But not enough to keep you from passing your card into her waiting grasp. After she ran it and slid the receipt across to you, signing it was easy. She passed you a second, yellow carbon copy with details you didn’t care about, noted on it. 

“He’ll meet you shortly. Please remember: no law breaking. Illegal activities and anything that would bring shame to the company—” She’d taken a small inhale before speaking, winding up like it was going to be a long, LONG time before she’d finished the caveat.

“Yes.. I’ve read the fine print.” Too many times. You could only hope it wasn’t rude to cut her off. At this point you could have recited to her by rote and put both of you to sleep. It was enough legalese and boiler plate legality to choke a New York defense attorney. You just wanted to hit fast forward on this evening. 

You wanted to see HIM. 

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Receipt tucked in your clutch, you stared out at the groups of people spotting the ballroom. It was wrapping up, although the live orchestra didn’t seem to be on the same schedule, playing as if the night had barely gotten started. It was hard to decide if you would frame the yellow slip in the depths of your clutch or laminate it. Both were reasonable and a must for this moment in your life. This went beyond the usual scrapbook fodder.

“Miss Y/n?” 

You hadn’t ever properly heard his voice, but you still knew it. All too easily and readily. That’s what you got for a man like this catching your eye in training videos and the company tour on your first few days, post internship. It was hard to swallow around the pulsing in your throat, but you managed and turned towards the voice. 

Dark eyes narrowed. Slicked back hair, equally dark, framed his smooth features, angling to one side. You’d never seen his hair this neat and picture perfect. In every photo and video you’d seen, he was damn close to ideal so it beggared belief that he’d topped himself right now.

But it shouldn’t have shocked you. 

When your gazes met completely, he smiled. He stood, hands neatly in front of his hips, well within reach of you. He was exquisite, almost haloed by the ballroom light. Stage lights had given him a god like sheen and it wasn’t a trick.

“Yes. Y/n.” You stuck out your hand. “Mr. Huang.” 

His brows evened out over a heavy stare that eventually softened. He took your hand, wrapping all five in his gasp, then pulled towards his lips. Before they stroked he murmured “Renjun, please.” 

“Renjun..” You managed, feeling heavy in the guts and light between the ears. Your heels bore more weight as you swayed slightly back for a moment at the silken heat brushing the hills of each knuckle and valley between.

“That’s better.” He hummed then smiled wider. After standing straight, Renjun’s eyes darted among the crowd with a huff. You watched, trying to commit his lines and angles to your permanent memory. Your eyes were bigger than your stomach and you certainly proved it tonight with this complete 7 course delight standing in front of you. 

“...What do we do now?” You asked. Renjun’s brows lifted, then his head angled with a smile. 

“Asking me? Isn’t that YOUR choice, Miss Y/n?” 

“Just Y/n.” You offered, boldly. Feeling the warmth rushing your neck and cheeks in a blink. When he chuckled, you wanted to twirl and giggle. Instead your grip strangled the clutch. 

“Mmm…” Looking pensive, Renjun boldly studied you, head to toe. After a moment he nodded. “Y/n..” Clearing his throat, his hand hovered again.

“Walk with me.”

Taking it, you let him lead after he pulled you closer and loop his arm so you moved as one. Very much like a couple. If he hadn’t been holding onto you, no doubt you’d have shot through the ceiling of this place with the elation coursing through every limb and prickling your scalp. 

People weren’t registering as you paced him, stride for stride and he weaved you both seamlessly through the crowd. Through heat and scent. Through laughter and titters of conversation. Through the buzz of excitement and anticipation that filled the room like an ocean, lulling back and forth across the entire space as the evening shifted.

Renjun was serene, strolling like there was all the time in the world. About as far as you could get from the few hours you’d won. A man like him could buy the time he needed. Tonight, it was your time. 

“Tell me what to do. I’m yours, after all.” 

For the night. You thought. 

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As you climbed out of the car and stood next to him, you both looked up at the building–an immeasurably tall shape, stretching so high it almost disappeared against the night sky, save for the sparkling of a few errant stars that had finally come out. 

“You’re sure you want to go here?” Renjun asked, plainly. There wasn’t disbelief in his voice. He seemed intrigued, if anything was detectable.

You nodded, taking his arm again as you both began the approach to the double doors, up the long path from the car at the curb to the building entrance.

“Is it bad?” 

“No.” He smiled, eyes still fixed above. His dress shoes and your heels echoed as you both entered the courtyard, stepping a bit more briskly this time. At this time of night you were normally on your couch, in sweats, hair in a half bun, binging Severance and some Haagen Dazs.

What a difference a few months and a ton of bravery made. 

At the double doors Renjun paused and fished into one pants pocket, coming out with a key card shortly afterwards. He waved it over the small black pad near the door and the light went from red to green. After a soft click he opened the door, then nodded. You stepped inside, hearing the click at your back. 

Inside the building when it was dark and even more imposing. The swish of Renjun’s steps increased as he hurried to follow you through the lobby, to the elevator bank. As you stood at one of the doors, he leaned near you and stabbed the call button.

More silence had you studying his silhouette in the brushed steel face of the elevator doors. How often had you both taken this exact car? What time did he come in, each morning? You knew how regimented your schedule was–from waking, to eating, to dressing and even the semi-jog to make the early train into the city. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked, hand in his pocket so comfortably. 

“I was just thinking about work.” 

“Is that why you brought me here?” He chuckled. 

“No.” Again heat stirred but this time in your chest. You felt bubbling in your belly and passed a hand over that spot. “I..can’t explain. I just… need this.” 

“Mmhmm.” Renjun gave a single nod and went quiet until the arriving ding of the elevator was followed by the doors opening. He waved a hand and stepped in after you, taking a spot in front of the button panel. 

And here you were, a legend in the steno pool and copy room. But not for any reason to be proud. You’d barely found your feet work-wise, and finally didn’t come to work expecting a pink slip on your desk. 

“Where to?” He asked, stare entirely on you and expectant. But not in the way you’d ever seen at work.

You knew the rumors: Renjun was so unpredictable. Even scary, depending on who you asked. His legendary silence was enough to make executives anxious to push their teams for perfection.

He wasn’t a CEO, but he wasn’t far off, the way Renjun was moving up the corporate ladder.

“The boardroom.” 

He didn’t stare long, turning back to the panel and selecting that floor. It was almost near the top of the button panel. You watched the light changing, going button to button, creeping closer to that selected number. It was too soon as your belly somersaulted when the elevator car halted there. The light on that button went out and the doors slid open wide, revealing dark carpet–normally a beautiful hunter green–looking almost black. Beams of moonlight cut across the long, empty hall through the windows at the far end. 

You stepped out and Renjun followed. As you walked, you noticed he was a step back and stayed that way. It almost felt unnatural without his arm to cling onto. But you kept moving. The night wouldn’t stop and neither should you if getting your money’s worth meant anything.

“I’m impressed by your bid.” Renjun said as you glanced at each dark door, looking for that familiar brass plate label. “That’s a lot of money. Nothing to sniff at.” 

“Yeah.” You replied. 

“Do you make it a habit to get into bidding wars or was it just some other inspiration that brought you to the fundraiser tonight?” 

You stopped at the familiar door halfway down the hall from the elevator. Conference Room 3. You were certain this was the one the executives used for whatever they did every day. Daily meetings seemed to be a bane and private hell, the way they all looked so pressed afterwards. 

But you also couldn’t stop wondering about what exactly was said behind this closed door. The gossip in the office didn’t do it justice. 

You touched the knob and tried it, finding it was unlocked. Not that it would be locked if the whole building was secured by key pads, carded security locks and a phalanx of guards that gave the city police force a run for their money.

“I wanted to win.” 

“Win?” 

Renjun held the door as you dipped inside the dark room. Almost immediately the lights blinked on and he looked up towards the source: several fixed rail lights overhead, running parallel with the long conference table–a rich cherry wood piece that bounced every ray of moonlight off and made the tabletop look almost icy and wet at the same time. 

“You. I wanted to win you.” It was bold and you couldn’t take back what you said. Even if you wanted to. Turning to face him, you watched Renjun walk the perimeter of the table end closest to the door. He was watching you and tracing two fingers along the table edge. 

For a moment all his features disappear when he walked out of the moonlight, into a slice of shadows. It was only his form and his voice. You couldn’t move, standing closer to the head of the table, near where a projector screen was normally extended. 

“Win…me? I think you should explain yourself, Y/n.”

“Why? I don’t want to. Didn’t you say it was my choice what we did? I’m telling you what I don’t want to do–explain myself.” 

“Mmnnn.” This time his chuckle was almost a growl. He sounded delighted for a moment. You knew that no one in higher positions at the company probably heard that kind of tone often enough. “I did say that. Good memory. I have a good memory too, Y/n.” 

“Do you? Well..Renjun…Tell me.. Do you know the company employees very well? There’s a lot of us.”

“I’m confident enough. With the new hires and interns, I’m still learning. But this isn’t about them, is it?” 

“No.” You smiled, watching him get closer and enjoying how your nipples and thighs tightened under the confines of your gown. You had a similar reaction seeing him for the first time on your second week, when he came through with a handful of suited men orbiting him. He hadn’t seen you then but it didn’t matter.

“You want to hear I know who you are.” 

“Yes.” 

“Well I do.” He inhaled briefly, then stepped exactly across from you and leaned a palm onto the table. The other hand collected a small remote and he aimed it at the wall. A moment later a whirring sound filled the space. Slowly a satiny looking screen lowered into place. The projection screen that had been missing. Shapes flashed across the large white space–the company logo. The intro screen, then the desktop for the small computer used to project powerpoints and videos. 

“Your starting date..” He mused, then smiled and gave it, down to the hour on that very day. You blinked, then nodded. This was what you asked for–prove his attention. Prove that, at least for tonight, you were on his radar and you could live in the fantasy that he was a little more than interested in your body of work as an employee. 

“Yes..” You confirmed. “Where did I graduate?” 

“It all depends–are you asking about the junior college or university?” 

You swallowed hard and shrugged. But the truth was, you were so horny suddenly. So damn dizzy your fingers sank against the unyielding wood top and you hung on for dear life. The world beyond his shape against the floor to ceiling windows behind him seemed to sway lightly as you exhaled. 

“4 year..” You managed. Like your start date, he nailed the month and year. 

“What else do you want to know, Y/n? What can I tell you about yourself? Ask me–I think you’ll find I know much more than our HR was inclined to allow, legally speaking.” 

This time you whined as Renjun clicked a button on the remote and a video started playing. It was one of the mindless introductory, training and general ‘About Us’ company videos you’d spent hours watching on your first proper day. Enough to ignore, if you knew the ins and outs, which by now you did. 

He rounded the end of the table near the screen and came towards you. Close enough to reach out and touch your body. That came a moment later as you took another deep breath that escaped in a shudder of your parted lips. A few fingers traced your jaw as his eyes surveyed you with wonderment–open and blatant. 

“I know when you were born. I know your best friend.. Your parents still live in your childhood home outside town.” He didn’t miss a beat, giving your address, down to the ½ portion on the street number. 

You inhaled, tasting his cologne as his wrist smoothed the apple of your cheek. His cufflink sparkled this close. You weren’t ashamed, eyes aching in the sockets to close. 

“Mr. H..huang..” You began and paused when pressure moved over your lips as a drawn out ‘Shhhh’ ceased whatever you were about to say. He had to know, like you suddenly did, whatever you were going to follow it with didn’t matter. 

“It's Renjun." He murmured, then continued. "You asked and I’m proving myself, Y/n. I know you.. In the interest of transparency, it’s not enough. There are things I want to learn. I’m a thorough boss and I find successful employees are fully open to me. Working together with full knowledge of your coworker is the key to success. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Hmmmmpph..” You managed, legs weak at how hot and soft his palm felt cupped against the side of your neck. You leaned a hip firmly against the table edge as Renjun’s heat came closer and his front fitted against you. Chest to chest and belly to belly, he studied your face. 

You could barely see the radiance of the projector’s light reflecting in the depths of his irises. 

“What do you want from me, Y/n? I’m yours… And YOU’RE the one in charge tonight.” 

“God..” You whined. “P..please Renjun..” You were shaking now and didn’t care how it looked. The table pressured against your hip bone sent bolts of pain up your side and down your thigh but you barely felt it for the most part. 

“Tell me what to do..” He intoned, quieter as the words rode the low volume of the droning narrator on the video still playing. 

Your mind surged through all pretense of politeness and shyness left in the way of your true needs, deep inside. The doors flung open in the pits of arousal and you spoke before you could gather coherent thought and make a complete sentence. 

“Your mouth. …Between..--”

Renjun’s grin was wide, pulling his lips away from his teeth, giving a peek of brilliant white as he pulled back a little, then leered down, between your bodies. His fingers briefly tightened along the side of your neck,then slid down to trace the curve of your natural waist. 

“You want my mouth on you? You want me to taste you, Y/n?” Your head bobbed. Renjun clearly growled his time and his fingers crawled, slowly gathering more and more of the dress material. It crept up your thigh until he had enough to push it up over one hip. His lips neared your collar bone and your senses reeled when strands of his hair tickled across your nose. Across your lips, hints of floral almost choking you. 

“You think I’m good at eating pussy? Is that what they whisper about? I know they talk about me. I see their eyes when I walk by.” Your fingers moved to his forearm as his touch wormed under the dress to find your panties and bring that same side down, off your hip. He continued, hotly spilling his thoughts against your breast this time, head dipping lower. 

“..Saw your eyes. The way you stared at me the first time. Do you know how many cameras are in this building? I can see everything from the minute you step on the curb outside. ..The way you arrange your desk before you check your emails… Hanging your coat on the second hook facing the water cooler..” 

You barely heard his words. It was only palpable that he was talking as the hot puffs traveled further down. A palm cupped your other ass cheek and he lifted, bicep changing shape through the sleeve of his suit jacket as he half lifted you, letting your ass thunk onto the table. Pushing the chairs aside, he shuffled between your knees, levering them further open. 

There was no way you gave a damn right now, how it would look if someone came in–a cleaning person, on their normal route, minding their business. Or far across the way, in the building a stone’s throw from here, this high up. The only light on, among hundreds of dark, empty rooms–might as well be an arrow to the scandal unfolding in this building. 

Renjun stood over you as he studied your entire form laid across the empty table, washed in changing light as the projected video continued on, as before. Whatever he might be looking for or appreciating, like his pace to leave the ballroom, he was taking his time now. He had nothing but time. 

Bringing each strap of your dress down, he smiled again. The back of his nails grazed over the swells of each breast as he slowly folded the cups down. Exposed to the air, your nipples perked immediately. 

“I think it’s sexy the way you showed up tonight.” He began to talk again, moist heat swirling between your breasts as he nosed along there. “If you knew what it did to me, seeing the way you wouldn’t let it go until you won.” 

I’d have paid double..triple that to get you.. Your thoughts rolled around in your skull as the moan rolled up your throat when Renjun’s lips tugged each nipple, then released with a weak pop. 

Soon he was down to your belly, roughly shoving the dress above your navel. The panties slid down your thighs and he guided them off, tossing them onto the table. His hair and forearms dragged your skin as he moved down with his face and up with his arms, hugging your thighs around his neck. His lips found your mound and kissed. Then he swabbed down, breaking through sensitive skin, opening up your folds and scooping through the slick waiting there. 

You seemed to be melting as he moaned in surprise and settled, mouth wide, against your sex. He sucked. Drove his tongue into you, deeper and deeper. Wormed his tongue as far as he could go, squeezing your thighs so hard in a twin hug with surprising strength. His forehead ground into your abdomen.

When your ass gyrated against the table, he tugged harder and licked faster. When your nails sunk and dragged across his scalp, he grunted and sucked your clit so hard you saw stars, back bowed. Your body bent and contorted as he worked your control down to nothing–until you wriggled and writhed. 

The pressure in your chest was so tight but so was the knot in your belly. Your toes curled and one shoe hit the floor, clattering along the tile. The other heel rose up his back as he leaned into devouring you. Until that blinding moment when everything peaked and you came. 

It wasn’t dainty and polite. The clench and orgasm that met you grabbed you by the throat and dragged you into the depths of pure ecstasy. You howled, eyes squeezed shut. Pale blobs wobbled and rolled over the blackness of your lowered lids. 

Your torso rolled as the clenches folded you inside, eventually settling into occasional swaying of the hips to ride out the very last milky squeeze around Renjun’s flexing tongue. A lazy, exploratory swirl cleaned the firm bud of your clit and a deep kiss through the folds of your pussy, then he pulled back, leaning over your shaking form with both palms braced against the table top near your head. 

Your eyes barely opened, seeing an explosion of white across his smile. Then flickering in a myriad of colors. The narrator had moved on to something about the future of the corporate world. Empowering employees was empowering the company–or something akin to that, from your orgasm addled brain’s minimal focus. 

All energy had gone to the orgasm that battered you senseless. And now it was rebuilding focus, starting with gazing up into Renjun’s shining eyes, with his even shinier lips curved sensuously.

“Y/n…Can you hear me?” 

“Mmnnndhdhd..” You mumbled, earning a chuckle from Renjun. His head lowered and he kissed your cheek and carefully laid himself on top of you, shifting to brace onto his forearms. He didn’t act like he was in a boardroom, in the building you both worked at. He didn’t act like an executive or higher–currently having an expensive tryst upon request. The $5000 had more than just purchased you control of a man who didn’t give it away. 

It paid for the loss of control and rules. The risk of being caught and the most certainly NOT legal thing you just did here. There hadn’t been any kind of grey area about this kind of fraternizing in the handbook. You’d spent far too long combing through to try and justify, on your way to committing to this whole fundraiser auction that brought Renjun into your control. 

“Renjun..” You finally gasped. He hadn’t moved, still staring down at you. 

“Yes?” 

“You….that….God..” 

“God?” His head tilted as he smirked. “I believe what happened to you was because of me..” 

Your head cocked back as you writhed, trying to fight through the ether and make sense and no more an ass of yourself. “No I—” 

“...Don't bother...” He soothed, kissing the sound against your chin. You quieted again. A few moments passed as your heartbeat slowed finally. The bunching of the dress and the crumpled warmth of Renjun’s body weight and his clothes pinned against you was becoming more and more noticeable. Soon it wouldn’t be pleasant. 

“What’s next, Y/n?” 

“W..what?” You blinked. Renjun smoothed your hair from your temples, then leaned down until the end of his nose touched with your own. 

“What. Is. Next.. The night is still ours. I’m still yours.. What are we doing next? Anywhere..anything. Name it..” 

He wasn’t kidding. Whole and entire honesty. You hadn’t thought this far in your myriad of dry runs. And you’d spent plenty of lunch breaks, rides home, nights and mornings doing a walk through of what you’d say. What he’d do. But it hadn’t ever gotten beyond this. You’d figure by now it’d be a ride home on your own, in the Uber, debriefing your friend with shaking fingers and a fucked out mind. 

“..We could go to your place.” You threw out the first impulse. This would tell you just how far that $5000 was going to take you. The value of every single penny was about to become clear. 

Renjun’s face didn’t change as he held the same calm grin. 

“Yes, Ma’am. You want it, we’ll do it. Am I doing a repeat performance there?” He teased, brow angling again. The sudden shyness nearly had you choking but you pushed beyond it, head shaking. 

“..I want to know more about you. What you taste like.. What you feel like..” Renjun’s brows drew down.

“Knew you noticed me too. Naughty girl…” 

“Renjun!” You croaked before he placed a kiss at the corner of your mouth. When you turned towards his retreating lips, he stalled and leaned into it, pulling you both into a deep, exploring kiss. The way his tongue pushed through your lips and how you tasted on that flexing muscle… You were writhing again by the time it was all said and done. 

He pulled away with a small groan. “Careful, Y/n. You’re far more tempting than I imagined. I have an image to uphold. This was pushing it, with the conference room. You keep this up and I can’t say it won’t be a problem for me..” 

“And I can’t say I would object. But we don’t have to let HR know, do we? The legal section of that paperwork I signed for this auction tonight—don’t get me started at what we’re breaking by those rules..” 

“I think we can agree to keep quiet. At least I need you to, until we get to my place. Then you can be as loud as you want..” 

[hyuckiestarz]

bf!dreamies when you send a risky text but another member has their phone

an; long time no see....hii.....this was requested...im going to disappear again...love u!

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bsf!dreamies down bad with liquid courage

an: i'm sorry… idk felt like apologizing in advance. minors dni! ★

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[nmhdreamscape]

bf!dreamies react to you posting a thirst trap to your socials

pairing | idol!dreamies x fem!reader

content | suggestive? smut? i don’t know what to call it but minors dni

notes | jeno fic is taking a little longer than i thought so here's this for the mean time! trying to psyche myself up to writing the actual smut bit >_<

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[florihaei]

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엔시티 드림 ꒰ 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮

• ( 1010 ) est.relationship 𓂃 bf dreamies! + kissing, pet names, suggestive / ( FLORIHAEI VALUT )

reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated!, phtots are not mine!!, credits to the rightful owner!!( there’s a rich joke in”haechans” and I don’t like it that much so sorry in advance!! florihaei taglist ୨ৎ

MARK LEE !

mark insisted on carrying everything, even your tiny purse. “babe i got it” you say reaching for your bag. he pulls it away with a grin, easily slipping the strap over his shoulder. “nope, to heavy for my baby girl”

you narrow your eyes at him, placing your hands on your hips. “mark baby.. it’s literally lighter than your phone”

he tilted his head, pretending to think. “hmm, it doesn’t matter, what if your body gets sore?, what if you get tired baby?” his voice was laced with amusement, but the way he tucks you under his arm and pulls you close has you smiling

“you’re ridiculous..” you muttered, though you don’t pull away.

“ridiculously in love with you” he corrects you, as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. “now let me be a good boyfriend and spoil my baby yeah?”

you sigh dramatically but you end up smiling even wider when he gives your cheek a squeeze.

-

HUANG RENJUN !

you reach for a cup on the top shelf, standing on your tippy toes and stretching as far as you could. beofre you could even get close, renjun appears behind you , easily grabbing the cup and placing it in your hands.

“what would you do without me?” he teases, resting his chin on your shoulder

“survive” you reply, turning to glare at him playfully

he scoffed, looping his arm around your waist. “doubt it baby, you’re too small and fragile”

“im not fragile” you argued, but he just hums, clearly he was unconvinced.

“mhm sure , but i would rather not risk my pretty girl struggling” his voice is soft as he titled her chin up. his thumb grazing over your jaw before pressing a lingering kiss to your nose. “besides, it’s cute when you try”

you swat at his chest, but the warmth spreading through you was impossible to ignore.

-

LEE JENO !

jeno watches as you struggle to open a bottle of water, your hands twisted at the cap, but with no success. before you can even consider asking for help, he grabs it from your grasp effortlessly, cracking it open with one hand

“jeno.. baby..” you huffed, reaching for it. “i could’ve done it”

he lifted the bottle higher, out of your reach, a playful smirk on his lips. “mm, but why should i when i can just do it for you baby?”

you pout, the smirk softened as he takes your chin between his fingers. “pretty.. i like taking care of you” he murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to your lips before finally handing the bottle to you. “so let me, okay?”

you take a sip, trying to hide your smile, but he sees right through you.

-

LEE HAECHAN !

your standing in the kitchen, trying to wash the dishes, when haechan suddenly wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you off the ground

“you shouldn’t be doing this sunshine” he whines, carrying you away from the sink and placing you gently on the couch. “my pretty baby doesn’t need to be doing chores”

you cross your arms. “and who’s going to do them then?, you?”

“uh no?, that’s why rich people hire maids for” he says. “and since im not rich, ill do it because i love you”

you blink “wait did you just…?”

“shh” he cuts you off, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before rushing to the kitchen. “no more questions sunshine, just sit here and look pretty for me”

your heart feels like it’s doing somersaults, but you’ll just pretend you didn’t hear the way his voice cracked

-

NA JAEMIN !

you’re in bed half asleep, when you feel jaemin shift beside you. he carefully tucks the blanket around your shoulders, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“nana… where are you going?” you mumble, reaching for his hand before he can move.

jaemin chuckles softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “i was just gonna get some water baby”

you let out a sleepy whine, tugging at his hoodie. “no… stay”

he smiles, lying back down and wrapping his arms around you. “you’re too cute you know that?” his voice is a whisper against your ear warm and comforting.

you nuzzle into his chest as he kisses the top of your head. “okay, okay i’m staying” he murmurs. “not like i’d ever leave my pretty girl alone anyway”

-

ZHONG CHENLE !

you’re running around the house, trying to grab something from the other room, when chenle calls out from the couch. “slow down baby, you’re gonna trip”

“i won-” your foot catches on the rug, and before you know it you’re stumbling forward.

chenle is up in an instant, catching you before you can hit the ground. he steadies you as his hands firm on your waist. “what did i just say baby?” he sighs, shaking his head before pulling you into his arms.

you groan. “okay okay.. you were right”

he smirks, rubbing circles onto your back. “of course i was, my baby is too clumsy for her own good”

you pout up at him, and he kisses your forehead with a chuckle. “from now on just let me do everything baby okay?”

you roll your eyes, but you don’t complain when he picks you up bridal style just to take you back to the couch.

-

PARK JISUNG !

you’re sitting on the floor, playing a video game when jisung suddenly scoots closer and pulls you into his lap.

“jisung baby?” you say, looking at him in confusion.

he wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “just let me hold you for a bit”

your heart melts. “you’re so clingy” you tease, but you lean into him anyway.

“yeah, yeah” he mumbles, tightening his grip. “you’re my baby so deal with it”

you smile, placing your hands over his. “okay but you better not complain when i call you baby back”

he groans, but you catch the way his ears turn pink.

[jjwistar]

ཐི NCT DREAM P LINKS ཋྀ

jeno can't take it anymore; you drive him crazy

haechan wants to feel you everywhere, so he goes nice, deep & slow

renjun's weakness is skirts, so getting to fuck you in one makes him feral

jaemin knows exactly how to take care of your bratty attitude

chenle loves to hear just how deep he is in your guts, doing his best to get you wailing

jisung is so stressed out, he needs a break from the school work

mark just can't wait to get in your shared apartment, he needs you here and now

[viasdreams]

‧₊˚✩ ₊˚🫧⊹♡

sending dream pics with their photocards in your cleavage !!

a/n: little secret for yall…yn in chenle’s is me👅dont slide into my dms all at once now!!!

[orangesaek]

'choose me, PLEASE' | simp Haechan

summary: Haechan’s entire brain rewired after that single sentence sweet, shy, innocent Jisung oh-so nonchalantly said while eating a burger, and now? He’s on a mission.

this story is the sequel of:

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ ‘choose me’ (wc: 0.8k) ʕ •ᴥ• ʔ ♡

pairings: haechan x afab!reader┊genre: fluff (with a sprinkle of comedy), hc is a hard simp who values consent & is patient┊wc: 2.8k┊cw: minimal cursing/swearing

a/n: thank u to the anon who motivated me to write this sequel 🫶

Lee Donghyuck, also known to the general public as Haechan, menace, chaotic but charming pos, vocal king, and professional yapper, was many things.

But above all?

He was head-over-heels, irrevocably, unapologetically, pathetically in love with you.

And damn, did everyone know it.

“You’ve literally been smiling at your phone for the past ten minutes,” Mark muttered, balancing a chopstick between his upper lip and nose for some unknown reason.

Haechan didn’t even look up.

“Can you blame me? She asked me out. ME! I was the chosen one.”

Renjun rolled his eyes. “You act like you didn’t spend months soft-launching her in every Instagram story and thirsting in her DMs.”

“Exactly! And all that hard work paid off,” Haechan declared, holding his heart like a Disney Princess who just found true love.

“This isn’t just a win for me. This is a win for all persistent, chaotic men out there.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Chenle snorted.

“Let him be,” Jaemin grinned. “He’s fucking in love.”

And yeah, he really fucking was.

After months of him yapping at you in hallways, showing up with your favorite drinks unannounced, and turning every conversation into a chance to make you laugh, you had reached out first for a date.

Haechan had been spinning since.

But he wasn’t blind. He knew your reputation very well.

People liked to talk. “Tinder girl” or “serial swiper”, as many people call you. And while it bugged him sometimes, he never said anything.

He liked you for you. Every unbothered, clever, sarcastic, onion-loving bit of you.

But then Jisung—sweet, shy, innocent Park Jisung who had zero idea what kind of bomb he was dropping—uttered a single sentence that rewired Haechan’s entire brain.

“Did you know she deleted Tinder.”

Haechan stared at Jisung like he had just grown a second head like the mythical creatures you two often talked about. 

“What?”

“She deleted Tinder,” Jisung repeated, mid-bite of his burger.

“Said she’s not interested in dating around anymore, just seeing where it goes now with you.” he added, nonchalantly.

A hush fell over the lunch table.

Mark choked on his rice.

Chenle gasped so loudly, an old lady at the next table turned to look.

Jaemin screamed into a napkin.

Renjun and Jeno stared at Haechan like he was about to spontaneously combust.

And he kind of did.

“She deleted Tinder…” Haechan repeated, eyes wide. “For me???”

Jisung shrugged as he took another bite of his burger.

“I guess so.”

It was at that moment that Haechan knew he needed to step up his game. Again.

Not to win you over, though. You were already on your way to being his.

But to show you that he noticed.

That he cared about every little thing.

Your likes, your dislikes. Your stress levels, your bad back, your caffeine dependency, your hatred of soggy onions.

ALL of it.

So when he heard you were skipping lunch to prep for the university festival?

He rallied the squad.

You were sweating, covered in paint, and very close to committing minor arson when you heard it.

“Y/N!”

You turned around mid-rant after some freshman had dropped a whole box of flyers and froze.

Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, Chenle, and Jisung were all standing in the middle of the hallway, looking way too clean and composed to be real.

“What the hell?”

“We’re here to help,” Mark said casually, already rolling up his sleeves.

“Are you serious? Why?”

“Because we like you,” Jaemin said with a wink.

“Because you clearly need it,” Renjun added, stepping over a paintbrush.

“Also because Haechan threatened us,” Jeno deadpanned.

“Where is Haechan?” you asked, suspicious.

“He’ll be here,” Chenle grinned. “Had to pick something up.”

You narrowed your eyes but didn’t argue. You were too tired, and honestly, you needed the help.

But of course, nothing was ever simple when the boys were around.

Because within five minutes, a group of university girls (probably from the next booth over) had started coming over where you were. Smiling, twirling their hair, leaning in to 'ask for help'.

“Hey, can you help me lift this? You look so strong,” one of them purred at Jeno.

“Uh… I have a girlfriend.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Chenle whispered. Jeno elbowed him in the ribs.

“Renjun, by any chance, are you single?” another girl asked, practically batting her eyelashes. Renjun didn’t even look up.

“Emotionally unavailable.”

“Hi, what’s your name?” someone tried with Jaemin.

“Sorry, I’m in love with someone else,” he said brightly, then muttered, “Who I haven’t even met yet, but I’m manifesting.”

But then the worst one turned to Haechan, who had just arrived—sweaty, breathless, arms holding a large paper bag.

“Hey, Haechan. I was wondering if we can go on a date after the festival?”

He didn’t miss a beat.

“No, I'm taken. Very taken. Stupidly, pathetically taken.”

The girl scoffed. “Oh, you serious?”

“Yeah. Serious enough that I’d reject you in this life, the next one, and every damn lifetime I get after that,” Haechan said, not even sparing her a glance as he pushed past.

He made a beeline for you.

“Did you think I’d let you starve again?”

You turned, surprised, as he dropped a paper bag in front of you.

Inside was your favorite food—with extra onions, just the way you liked it. Your go-to dessert and coffee from that café a good thirty-minute walk away. Energy drinks, and pain relief patches.

“For your back,” he added, holding them up proudly.

“Because I know it acts up when you’re stressed.”

You stared at him, the noise around you fading in the background.

“What the fuck,” you whispered. “How do you remember all this?”

He just grinned, boyish and cocky and painfully attractive.

“I just do.”

Hours later, when the festival prep was done and the guys had retreated to their dorms, Haechan found himself on your couch, legs tucked up, phone discarded somewhere.

“You wanna eat dinner?” he asked casually.

“I’m too tired to chew,” you groaned from where you were face-down in a pillow.

He clicked his tongue. “You can’t sleep on an empty stomach.”

“You gonna force-feed me?”

“I’m gonna cook for you, actually.”

“You can cook???”

“I can cook ramen,” he said, rummaging through your empty fridge and pathetic excuse of a pantry. 

“You need to go grocery shopping.”

“No time.”

“We’ll go together this weekend.”

You didn’t argue.

Eventually, he found ramen and made it exactly the way you liked it. You took one bite and stared at him like he had just performed a miracle.

“What the—how the fuck did you make it perfect?”

With a smug smile, he slid his phone across the table.

“Notes app. Took notes during our FaceTime calls. Every time you made ramen, I watched, listened, and learned.”

You stared at him in disbelief. 

“You have a Notes app entry dedicated to my ramen?” you said as you read the very detailed notes he took.

1. Add only half of the seasoning packet after 2 minutes of boiling 2. Add sesame oil; 1 and a half teaspoons only 3. Boil noodles for EXACTLY 3 min & 30 seconds; no more, no less!!!!!! 4. Turn stove off, add egg immediately, cover and leave to cook for 1 minute using residual heat 5. MOST IMPORTANT❗❗❗ Serve my 🤞future wife 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👰🏻🤵🏻🤞 with love 💖 affection 🥰 adoration 💕😍💘

“Don’t act surprised. You know I’m a hard simp for you.”

You laughed, loud and real. God, he loved that sound. 

The two of you talked for hours. About nonsense, about dreams, about nothing and everything. And as you spoke, Haechan couldn’t stop staring.

The way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you loved. All your hand gestures. The way you tilted your head when you were about to say something smart-ass-y.

He was so screwed. So fucking screwed.

When it was time for him to leave, you walked him to the door, your voice softer than usual.

“Thanks for today, seriously… you were amazing.”

He shrugged, trying to seem cool despite the way his heart was screaming. 

“Anything for you.”

You stepped in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

His brain shut down.

“That’s for being sweet,” you murmured, visibly blushing.

He opened his mouth to say something. Maybe a joke, maybe a plea for another kiss.

But before he could even get the words out, you leaned in again and kissed him on the lips.

It was so sweet, so soft, so warm that Haechan felt all fuzzy inside.

Then you pulled back with a shy smile.

“You deserved that. Good night, Lee Donghyuck.”

Haechan walked home that night giggling like a damn schoolgirl, skipping down the sidewalk.

He didn’t sleep that night. He just couldn’t.

Too busy replaying the kiss. Too busy falling in love all over again.

Haechan was dead serious about grocery shopping with you that weekend. He never forgot the image of your empty fridge and pantry.

From the moment the shopping cart hit the tile floor of the supermarket, however, he knew he had made a mistake.

Not about coming here with you. Never about that.

But bringing along the rest of NCT DREAM? That was asking for chaos. 

And they delivered.

Renjun and Chenle were three seconds away from a fistfight over which brand of dumplings “tasted like home".

Mark was trying to prevent Jisung from dumping eight family-size frozen pizzas into the cart.

Jaemin had disappeared somewhere near the meat section.

And Jeno… well, Jeno was quietly loading protein bars.

In the middle of it all was you, trying so hard not to lose your mind. Eyes sharp, sleeves rolled, your phone out with a list, and your tolerance hanging by a thread.

Haechan couldn’t stop staring at you in awe though.

You were tired, stressed, beautiful. His (even if you hadn’t officially said it yet; he just believed in manifestation). And he had never wanted to take care of someone more in his life.

He drifted toward you, grinning. “You good, baby?”

You let out a sigh.

“I just saw Jisung try to eat a dried squid like a snack.”

“Protein,” Haechan nodded seriously. 

“You all have one brain cell and it’s constantly overheating.”

“And yet,” he said, bumping your shoulder playfully, “you keep showing up.”

You shook your head, but your smile tugged at the corners. He caught it, always did.

And then, he started his little mission.

While the guys fought over snacks and Jisung questioned the difference between ‘plain yogurt' and ‘Greek yogurt’, Haechan was pulling things from your cart and swapping them.

He snuck in quality produce, whole grains, probiotic drinks. Things he knew you never bought for yourself because they were too expensive or felt unnecessary.

“You’re not sneaky,” you whispered, catching him replacing your soda with vitamin water.

“I’m caring,” he replied. “There’s a difference.”

“You’re annoying.”

“You’re unhealthy. Let me love you properly.”

He meant it.

At checkout, you tried to pay. And Haechan—full-time menace, part-time boyfriend hopeful—snatched your wallet with reflexes born from years of being nosy.

“I got it.”

“Haechan—”

“Nope, I’m paying. You deserve nice things. Like salmon and A5 Wagyu.”

“It’s a grocery run, not a honeymoon—”

“Too late. I’m already emotionally invested in your fridge, your health, and your life.”

He said it so confidently, so shamelessly, the cashier actually giggled.

Haechan didn’t care. He tapped his card like it was nothing and slung the bags over his shoulders like a knight delivering offerings to his queen.

Back at your apartment, you both unpacked in comfortable silence. The rest of the guys had gone back to their dorms, and now it was just you and him.

Haechan placed your drinks in the fridge in rainbow order while you arranged the dry goods.

He felt good here, like he always belonged.

He snuck glances at you as you folded and stacked, moving around the space he now knew better than his own dorm kitchen. You looked peaceful, your brows slightly furrowed in concentration.

God, he was down bad.

Once everything was away, he leaned on the counter and gave you a look.

That look.

“What?” you asked, cautious.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your shoulders relaxed just a little. 

“You’re asking?”

“I just want to make sure,” he said.

“Because this one’s not just for being cute... or for making Mark gag. This one’s because I’m into you. Deep. I want this to be meaningful.”

You smiled softly at him and nodded, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Haechan didn’t think the moment could get any better after you said yes to the kiss.

He had asked because, of course, he would. He should.

That was just who he was with you: careful, patient, a little hopeless. Always waiting for the green light. And when you gave it with that soft smile on your face, he swore the earth tilted under his feet.

The kiss had been slow, sweet, and tender. And now, you sat next to him on your couch, your fingers still tangled with his, your heart steady but loud in the quiet of the apartment.

Then you looked at him, and he saw something shift in your eyes. Something big.

“Haechan…” you called softly.

“Can I be your girlfriend?”

His heart slammed in his chest.

He froze, blinking as if he hadn’t heard you right. But before he could say anything, you kept going.

“I think you’re the one I’ve been looking for all along. And I don’t know if it’s too late, but I really regret not making the effort to get to know you better earlier... I wasted so much time dating shitty men who couldn’t even treat me like a person… or see me the way you've always seen me.”

His chest ached, but you weren’t done. 

“You were always there. Holding space for me... never asking for anything. And now, looking at you, I just—I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. You’re the best plot twist of my life.”

He swore time stood still.

“I’m sorry I made you wait this long. I’m sorry I was out there swiping left and right while you were just… quietly being everything I ever needed. Thank you for sticking with me, Lee Donghyuck.”

And then—

“I love you,” Haechan blurted.

The words slipped out so fast, so soft, he barely noticed he said them aloud until your eyes widened.

He didn’t even mean to blurt it—he was just overflowing with so much love for you. Shocked. Elated. Completely gone.

You finally chose him.

He took a shaky breath, calming his racing heart.

“I didn’t say it because I wanted anything back,” he murmured.

“I just… I’ve loved you for so long without needing you to love me too. But now you’re here saying all this… it feels like I finally got to wake up in the dream I’ve been stuck in for a long time.”

You stared at him, visibly flustered now, lips parted like you couldn’t figure out what to do with yourself. Your eyes flicked everywhere, anywhere but his, like his confession shut your brain off.

He chuckled softly. “You’re shy now? After all that?” he teased, leaning in just enough to nudge your nose with his. 

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say anything like that?”

You couldn’t hide the obvious blush creeping up your face anymore, and with a small noise, you grabbed him and hugged him tightly, arms around his waist like you needed to hide in him.

Haechan melted immediately, arms coming around you, a huge smile tugging at his lips it almost hurt.

“God, you’re so cute,” he whispered into your hair.

“You’re done for, you know that? I’m gonna spoil you so bad, you’ll forget Tinder ever existed.”

You let out a muffled laugh against his chest.

And that’s when it finally hit him, the absurdity of it all.

“Oh my god, the guys owe me so much money.”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, confused.

“They all said I was delusional,” he said, dramatically rolling his eyes. 

“That I’d stay your unofficial simp until I died. Jeno even bet me an entire month’s allowance that I’d never get past friend zone.”

You burst out laughing, and he grinned, leaning in like he was letting you in on a secret.

“But look at me now,” he whispered.

“Right here, with the girl who chose me.”

He kissed your cheek once, then twice for good luck, then smiled into your skin. 

“I can’t wait to tell Jeno. I’m asking for payment in both hard cash and public humiliation.”

You giggled and leaned into him again, cheeks warm, heart full of happiness.

He was still Haechan. Dramatic, ridiculous, absolutely in love.

But now, he's officially yours.

accepting requests atm ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎♡

also—PRE-SIMP HAECHAN IS OUT!!!

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ ‘simping 101: get roasted & love will follow’

[remtrack]

random boyfriend texts ☆ nct dream.

nct dream x reader. fluff.

warnings: the term wife used in hyuck's, suggestive in mark's.

note: first nct texts! some might be ooc </3 let me know if you like this ♡ i'll do more :P some were inspired by ones from pinterest!

[luvyeni]

( reaction ) unintentionally riding them ! ୨୧ 一 엔시티드림 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ unintentionally riding nct dream on a rideヾ

boyfriend!엔시티드림・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ nudes , allusions to sex wc ・ ‎n/a ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ click to library

request. hear me out…… what about nct dream going with yn to that ride disco pang pang and you end up on top of them (idk if you’ve seen a video that’s been going around where a girl is literally riding other girl😭)

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 those rides are scary as hell i couldn't imagine falling into a strangers lap like the video.

﹙ 𐙚 : mark﹚ .ᐟ

he knows you mean no harm; the ride was quite literally tossing you both around , and you just happened to land on him — but it didn't stop his cock from growing inside is jeans. he's stressed , he knows you feel it. “fu-fuck im so sorry.” he said , your face is hot , cheeks are rosy as you feel him beneath you , he's embarrassed , but so turned on , he was gonna cum . “but fuck you feel good , im sorry , im so sorry .” he's just wishing the damn ride would end.

“fuck im sorry but im about to cum.”

﹙ 𐙚 : renjun﹚ .ᐟ

he's embarrassed as hell; but his ass is not about to let you know that. “re-renjun are you hard?” he scoffed , rolling his eyes. “you're straddling me , and this ride is bouncing you on my dick , of course I'm hard , wouldn't you be hard if you were in my position? i know you're probably turned on right now , don't make it seem like it's only me.” he stressed , he's about to cum in his pants and he wasn't about to give you leverage to further tease him. “oh fuck will this ride ever fucking end.”

“we're leaving this fucking amusement park arter this.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jeno﹚ .ᐟ

his hands immediately come to your waist to hold you from falling when the ride tossed you into his lap. “hi.” he tries to smile it off — even though the ride is practically bouncing you on his dick. you're actually the one profusely apologizing , but he pretends that it doesn't even bother him , even though he's hard a fucking rock and you're riding him unintentionally in front of all these people and he has to force himself not to moan. “i don't think i can get up after this.” he said. “it's already embarrassing with you on top of me.”

“i don't want these people to see my dick hard.”

﹙ 𐙚 : haechan﹚ .ᐟ

shameless motherfucker; you would've thought he was already hard before the ride tossed you into the boys lap. “haechan are you serious?” he smirking holding you close by your waist. “you're grinding on top of me and you're confused as to why im hard.” he scoffed , your eyes widened at his sudden brazen attitude , you knew he was a wild card but even this was too much for you. you only come back when he groans , he doesn't even care.

“fuck if this ride doesn't stop soon i’m gonna cum.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jaemin﹚ .ᐟ

with the smirk on his face , you would've thought he orgistrated the entire thing himself , his hands on your waist , meanwhile you're the one who's embarrassed as hell. “why are you so embarrassed?” he knew you could feel his hard on , he could feel you as well. “im-im glad you're having a good time.” you on the other hand , your body was on fire. “I am baby i am.” the ride still tossing you around but he made sure to hold you still.

“but i'm more excited about the time we're about to have when we get off this ride.”

﹙ 𐙚 : chenle﹚ .ᐟ

completely turns it on you; yeah he's the one thats hard , but you're the one on top of him and you're the one who caused it in his eyes , not the ride. “if you wanted to ride me you should've just asked , not force me on this nauseating ride so you can do it shamelessly.” you wanted to slap him so bad , but you were too busy grabbing the bar to keep yourself from flying off. “sh-shut up.” your face hot from embarrassment as you straddled him. “im not gonna cum in my pants like a teenager.”

“but all bets are off when we get off this ride.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jisung﹚ .ᐟ

he wants to kill himself to moment he feels you on top of him; his face is red , he wanted to die — but it felt good and that's what made him feel like a pervert , because it wasn't sexual , but his stupid cock didn't seem to get the message. he swore the person who managed the ride had something against him because the ride was never ending and no matter how many times you tried to get up , the ride was plopping you back into his lap. “ji-jisung.” your hands holding his shoulders , he stops you before you can finish.

“please don't say anything , im sorry , so fucking sorry.”

©LUVYENI

[ttjisung]

perv! dreamies x jisung’s gf! reader drabble

thinking about being jisung’s new girlfriend and meeting his weird friends :3

cw: honestly just unhinged behavior from them all… getting caught during sex (they overhear but you don’t know), mentioned cum eating and bjs, masturbation (m), almost a reverse harem but you’re loyal to ji (wc: 1.1k)

♥︎ honestly, the dreamies swore they couldn’t care less when jisung announced he had a new girlfriend. sure, they hyped him up a bit considering it was his first relationship, but they never spent more than a minute thinking about it, until they finally met you. stepping into his apartment and hugging him quickly before shyly waving and introducing yourself to the rest of the members. you were so cute, so endearing, but also so hot parading in your small outfit. how the hell did jisung do that? 

♥︎ haechan swore under his breath when you turned around to look at jisung nervously, the tiny skirt you were wearing barely covering anything, almost bare for all of them to see. later that night, he was up talking to mark, both agreeing that you were dressed a bit slutty, not that they were complaining. you must know how to get around then, right? they couldn’t be more wrong. you were worse than jisung, stuttering and turning red in panic any time haechan would approach you and try to talk to you. he truly didn’t mean anything bad later on when he’d text mark and they’d spend longer than they’d like to admit talking about how easy it’d be to corrupt you. you weren’t meant for jisung, your personality too shy like his. in haechan’s opinion, you needed someone like him to dominate you, make you feel so good. that’s what he tell himself as he stares at you with lust in his eyes every time you walk past him.

♥︎ mark wasn’t as obvious as haechan, treating you like a gentleman and holding small, kind conversations with you when jisung was busy getting ready for your date. you arrived early to their shared apartment, and wouldn’t it be so rude for mark to leave you all alone? for all he knows, jisung could take an extra half an hour simply trying on new shirts to impress you. you’d be sitting on the couch awkwardly for too long, and mark didn’t think that was an appropriate way to treat guests. is it more appropriate for him to sit a little bit too close to you, thighs touching as he rants about another track he’s working on? probably not, but you don’t even notice the way his knuckles are turning white from gripping the couch, wishing it was you he could be touching.

♥︎ jeno was gentle with you, always smiling in your direction and letting you rant to him about jisung as if he was your best friend, not your boyfriend’s. you honestly didn’t see him much though, considering he was also busy at the gym or working at the small cafe down the street. he always made sure to bring you special treats, insisting they were leftovers and it was no problem when you’d get nervous about his awfully kind offer. you’d never even notice the way he’d bite his lip when you’d lick the white frosting off another cupcake. it was just a strange coincidence that every leftover pastry resembled the white shots of cum that would lay on his stomach after another night of jerking off to you. he knows you’d be shy, taking your time and licking him up and down, or at least he thinks so as he strokes himself again and again.

♥︎ jaemin was like a more overbearing version of haechan, if possible. using the excuse that his personality’s always been flirty, he doesn’t even bother hiding his touches and suggestive words, sometimes even grabbing your waist tightly while you reach over to grab a cup from the cupboard. confusing his hands for jisung’s, because who else would be holding you like that, you blush and laugh a little bit, fueling him to press against you. it isn’t until you realize it’s him that you pout and step away, ignoring the cup you were trying to get, eyes never leaving the ground when you rush to find your boyfriend. you almost miss the way he smirks and follows after you, sitting down next to jisung when you both arrive at the living room, as if nothing happened. 

♥︎ chenle’s loud, bold but in a different way. his strategy is more focused on embarrassing you. leave it to him to mock the moans he overheard the night before coming from jisung’s room, imitating your noises in front of the whole group before laughing loudly. it’s to a point where you only initiate intimate moments with your boyfriend at your apartment, out of fear that chenle will be listening and getting ready to bring it up at the worst times ever again. what you don’t understand is how he even knows what you do with jisung, considering his room is the furthest from his, and you always try your best to muffle both your moans. the idea of chenle leaning against jisung’s closed door, palming himself through his shorts, ear pressed closely, praying he’ll witness one of your cute whimpers again to finish himself off, never ever crosses your mind, because that would be insane…

♥︎ like jeno, renjun is quiet, observing you almost every time you come over. he’s not mean per se, at least not like chenle who asks you the most vulgar questions about your sex life, no, renjun’s more curious. when you spend the night, and you’re in the kitchen the morning after preparing some tea, he’ll be there, staring at you and not saying anything. at first you found it unnerving, yet jisung insisted that he was just like that, and it was normal. your boyfriend’s words did little to ease the harsh glare of renjun’s eyes on your collarbone and neck, almost searching for any blemish, any proof that you’re not as innocent as you claim to be. when he finds out he’s right, staring at the reddish purple bruise laying under your ear, he’s quick to pour out what’s left of the drink in his mug, stepping away and off to his room, right next to jisung’s. what you don’t know is that renjun was already aware, rearranging his room for his bed to be next to the wall separating you both, just to hear you late at night. 

♥︎ neither you or jisung are aware of the groupchat the six share, long rants with detailed descriptions of their interactions with you, what they hear overnight, what they see when you both think you’re home alone, not bothering to close the door fully before getting on your knees for jisung. he’s innocent in the matter, at least that’s what you think. little do you know, he’s in on it, covering his face with his large hand to conceal the proud grin as he notices everyone checking you out. knowing he’s the only one who’s tasted you, felt you, and that’s how it’ll always be. if it’s enough to satisfy his friends, they can keep their little chats, at least he’s the only one that gets you at the end of the night. maybe when he fucks you extra rough at night, he’ll finally prove to his friends that he might be the youngest, but definitely not the most innocent!

a/n: a little sorry gift because i always say i'm coming back and then end up ghosting this app... why am i giving evil ex :/ my promises mean nothing atp but i swear i'm trying to update the most i can soon. forgive me queens >_<

[smwhererealistic]

nct dream-

when you don't call them by their pet name

a/n: a jeno smau is cooking in my head n it actually sounds good bt when it gets posted i hope it actually tastes good..😥

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[hyuckiestarz]

bf!dreamies when you forget to kiss them goodbye

an; back to writing after 4 weeks so forgive me this is not good, but at least i tried ok. requested!

an2: your frogot...girl stand up

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[anniebeckcalla]

is there someone else?

the 00z line when there's another girl on the scene

(non-idol!dream x reader au) ◦ ₊ cw: conflict, mild hurt ◦ ₊ cafe.

ღ calla's note: so, I decided to try fitting all the parts into one smau. NEVER AGAIN! The PC i used does NOT like me anymore! Attempts were made using the phone browser... safe to say, some things are best done in small sizes.

jeno

jaemin

renjun

haechan

thank you for the comments and reblogs ! (´･ω･｀)

taglist: @cigsaftersuh @jenoleeaesthetic @pl4netx1a @jeonghansshitester @chenlezip @neodreamzenie @markkiatocafe @mejaemin

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[nmhdreamscape]

bf!dreamies accidentally sending a message for you to the group chat (suggestive ver)

pairing | idol!dreamies x fem!reader

content | really stupid, suggestive but in a funny way

notes | i'm done with the semester, so i'm trying to upload more often! should have something else up tomorrow night :)

© NMHDREAMSCAPE

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[ddorizrem]

dreamies when you ask them “wyd”

7dream x fem!reader