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Everything and More

pairing: haechan x female reader

genre: smut

word count: 800

warnings: explicit sexual content (minors dni!), oral sex, light bondage, haechan is kind of a sub but also not really

a/n: i am back after like a year and a half T-T hiiiii! i wrote this in a crazed horny state today lmao, i guess that's the power of haechan. also i'm working on a longer renjun fic so stay tuned!!!

Haechan was on the bed when you walked into his room. Right where you had tied him. His wrists were pinned to the headboard with a ribbon, his body bare. He looked up to see you drop your satin robe and reveal a new set of lingerie, bought earlier that day. 

“I have a surprise for you, baby,” you’d told him on the phone on your way home. “There’s nothing you could do that would surprise me,” he’d replied in his confident drawl. “I’m a genius, remember? I know everything.”

“Was this what you were expecting?” you’d asked when you showed him the ribbon, sharply snapping it taut. You could see the surprise in his eyes, but he blinked it away in a second. “Aw, you’re going to wrap yourself up as a present for me?” he cooed, brushing his fingers gently across your collarbone. “Actually,” you’d said, wrapping the ribbon behind his back and pulling on it to tug his body flush against yours, “I was thinking you’d be my present.”

And now he was gazing at you with greedy eyes, his stare traveling up and down your lace-clad curves.

“Jesus,” he murmured.

“You like it?” you asked, walking towards him.

“Mmhm”.

He looked beautiful laying there. His flesh was soft, and you could see his muscles rippling beneath it as he writhed on the bedsheets. His skin so smooth he could’ve been carved from marble.

You crouched on the edge of the bed, running your nails down his lush thighs. His cock was already leaking, the erection pressing it against his stomach. His legs were squirming against you, as if he was trying to relieve some of the pressure at his core.

“Darling,” you whispered. “Have you been a good boy for me?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “I’ve been the best. The best for you.”

“I agree,” you said with a smile, and you rubbed your palm against his length, taking it up in your grasp and letting your lips hover over the tip, close enough to lightly taste the precum on your tongue. Haechan dropped his head back with a desperate whine, exposing his pretty neck. You took him in your lips, swirling your tongue fully against his tip, massaging the rest of his cock with your hands. He was so big you could never fit all of him in your mouth. It made your stomach flip every time you made love, knowing how much he had to pleasure your pussy before you could take him, and how deeply he could fill you up once he had.

Haechan’s moans were soaking your panties completely wet, his voice high-pitched and soft. You sucked on the head of his cock, listening to the way his moaning became louder and rougher. Like he needed more of you. All of you.

“Y/n, babe,” he whined breathlessly, and you hummed against his length.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Stop now, okay? Before I cum.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I wanna cum inside you.”

The words sent a tingle down your spine. Suddenly you needed him, needed him in the form of an aching in your core that was impossible to ignore. You desperately slipped a hand down to your clit, and his eyes widened as he caught you doing it.

“Hey!” he yelped. “That’s my job!” He wriggled and strained against the ribbon, his biceps flexing above his head.

“Hmm? I didn’t quite hear you,” you teased, playfully running your hand down under the waistband of your panties.

“Oh, fuck me,” Haechan panted. Suddenly he lurched forwards, his freed hands grabbing onto you before he could be tied up again. His fingers digging into your ass. He pulled your hips up to his face and you gripped the headboard for support as his tongue lapped your pussy over the lace.

“Mmmm,” he hummed. “You’re so wet already, babe.”

“It’s ‘cuz I need you inside me, Haechan.” You grinded gently against his face, letting his nose rub your clit.

“Fuck,” you breathed as the sensation burned through you like a wildfire.

He tightened his grip on you, pulling you down further into him, his tongue working around the fabric and his fingers rubbing circles around your clit. His breathing was labored and stuffy through his nose, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your pussy.

“Fuck me, Haechan,” you cried. “God, it feels so good. I need you so bad. Fuck, I need your cock. Need it now,” the words were pouring out of you like a fountain.

“You and your pretty words,” Haechan murmured from underneath you. “Don’t worry, babe,” he said, flipping you over onto your back on the other side of the bed, slipping your ruined panties off your legs. “I’ll give you everything and more.”

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Everything and More

pairing: haechan x female reader

genre: smut

word count: 800

warnings: explicit sexual content (minors dni!), oral sex, light bondage, haechan is kind of a sub but also not really

a/n: i am back after like a year and a half T-T hiiiii! i wrote this in a crazed horny state today lmao, i guess that's the power of haechan. also i'm working on a longer renjun fic so stay tuned!!!

Haechan was on the bed when you walked into his room. Right where you had tied him. His wrists were pinned to the headboard with a ribbon, his body bare. He looked up to see you drop your satin robe and reveal a new set of lingerie, bought earlier that day. 

“I have a surprise for you, baby,” you’d told him on the phone on your way home. “There’s nothing you could do that would surprise me,” he’d replied in his confident drawl. “I’m a genius, remember? I know everything.”

“Was this what you were expecting?” you’d asked when you showed him the ribbon, sharply snapping it taut. You could see the surprise in his eyes, but he blinked it away in a second. “Aw, you’re going to wrap yourself up as a present for me?” he cooed, brushing his fingers gently across your collarbone. “Actually,” you’d said, wrapping the ribbon behind his back and pulling on it to tug his body flush against yours, “I was thinking you’d be my present.”

And now he was gazing at you with greedy eyes, his stare traveling up and down your lace-clad curves.

“Jesus,” he murmured.

“You like it?” you asked, walking towards him.

“Mmhm”.

He looked beautiful laying there. His flesh was soft, and you could see his muscles rippling beneath it as he writhed on the bedsheets. His skin so smooth he could’ve been carved from marble.

You crouched on the edge of the bed, running your nails down his lush thighs. His cock was already leaking, the erection pressing it against his stomach. His legs were squirming against you, as if he was trying to relieve some of the pressure at his core.

“Darling,” you whispered. “Have you been a good boy for me?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “I’ve been the best. The best for you.”

“I agree,” you said with a smile, and you rubbed your palm against his length, taking it up in your grasp and letting your lips hover over the tip, close enough to lightly taste the precum on your tongue. Haechan dropped his head back with a desperate whine, exposing his pretty neck. You took him in your lips, swirling your tongue fully against his tip, massaging the rest of his cock with your hands. He was so big you could never fit all of him in your mouth. It made your stomach flip every time you made love, knowing how much he had to pleasure your pussy before you could take him, and how deeply he could fill you up once he had.

Haechan’s moans were soaking your panties completely wet, his voice high-pitched and soft. You sucked on the head of his cock, listening to the way his moaning became louder and rougher. Like he needed more of you. All of you.

“Y/n, babe,” he whined breathlessly, and you hummed against his length.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Stop now, okay? Before I cum.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I wanna cum inside you.”

The words sent a tingle down your spine. Suddenly you needed him, needed him in the form of an aching in your core that was impossible to ignore. You desperately slipped a hand down to your clit, and his eyes widened as he caught you doing it.

“Hey!” he yelped. “That’s my job!” He wriggled and strained against the ribbon, his biceps flexing above his head.

“Hmm? I didn’t quite hear you,” you teased, playfully running your hand down under the waistband of your panties.

“Oh, fuck me,” Haechan panted. Suddenly he lurched forwards, his freed hands grabbing onto you before he could be tied up again. His fingers digging into your ass. He pulled your hips up to his face and you gripped the headboard for support as his tongue lapped your pussy over the lace.

“Mmmm,” he hummed. “You’re so wet already, babe.”

“It’s ‘cuz I need you inside me, Haechan.” You grinded gently against his face, letting his nose rub your clit.

“Fuck,” you breathed as the sensation burned through you like a wildfire.

He tightened his grip on you, pulling you down further into him, his tongue working around the fabric and his fingers rubbing circles around your clit. His breathing was labored and stuffy through his nose, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your pussy.

“Fuck me, Haechan,” you cried. “God, it feels so good. I need you so bad. Fuck, I need your cock. Need it now,” the words were pouring out of you like a fountain.

“You and your pretty words,” Haechan murmured from underneath you. “Don’t worry, babe,” he said, flipping you over onto your back on the other side of the bed, slipping your ruined panties off your legs. “I’ll give you everything and more.”

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☽  [22:58]

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short fics:

♡  [“…Right now?”]  1.0k. a lazy morning in italy with renjun where pancakes aren’t the only thing on the menu ;)

♡  [Shhh]  0.8k. your roommate asked you not to get down with anyone tonight. but when renjun shows up at your door, you simply cannot resist breaking the rules.

♡  [Everything and More]  0.8k. haechan is a good boyfriend. he’d do anything to please you. so of course you tie him to the bedframe and have your way with him. for the most part, at least ;)

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[21:35]

word count: 439

warnings: explicit sexual content, renjun is a bit of a dom if you squint

Renjun was impatient. He had you pressed up against your door before you could even turn the key, kissing you hard and fast and messy, his hands running up and down your waist. He felt you slip your fingers under his shirt and trace the edge of skin above his jeans, and he bucked into you almost involuntarily, moaning against your lips.

“Keys,” he panted, fumbling at the lock. 

His brain was burning with you. Your skin, your curves, your kiss, your voice moaning his name– it was a wildfire, growing hotter in his chest, flames licking at the senses of his core.

You kissed him through the entryway and looked into his eyes as you slowly slid your hands down his legs, dropping to sit on the steps of the stairs and take off your heels.

You were focused on unbuckling the leather strap when Renjun crouched down between your legs.

You laughed, surprised. “What are you doing?”

Renjun was rubbing your thighs with his thumbs, stealing glances at your lace panties under your skirt. You were getting wet just at his touch, just at seeing the tell-tale blush high on his cheeks.

“I can’t wait any longer” he whined. He brushed his hands further up the tender flesh of your inner thighs, rubbing against your clit with his knuckle.

You could barely breathe you wanted him so badly. “Neither can I,” you sighed.

You pulled him up into a kiss, biting on his lower lip.

 “I need your cock, I need it filling me out.”

Renjun shuddered against you. “Baby, I’m not going to make it up the stairs right now.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Okay,” he said. “Back pocket.”

You reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a condom, handing it to him.

“Hands and knees, baby,” he said gently, turning you around gripping your ass and pushing up your skirt as you arched your back into him. “Fuck, how are you so sexy?” you heard him mutter.

“Renjun,” you whined. “Please, I need you right now.”

You wriggled, pulling your panties down and rubbing your thighs together desperately.

“Be still then.”

You felt his cock tease at your entrance. One hand reached around and circled your clit as he pushed into you.

“Renjun,” you cried, gripping the edge of the stairs as he fucked you.

“You sound so pretty with my name on your lips.” He gripped your hips tight and pulled you into him as he thrust.

His cock pushed so deep into you, you were seeing stars.

“You fuck me so good… Renjun.”

He moaned. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

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Shhh

pairing: renjun x female reader

genre: smut

word count: 760

warnings: boyfriend!renjun, roommate!hyuck, strip teasing, dry humping, fingering, dirty talk, mild exhibitionism

Earlier this evening when you told your roommate that your boyfriend was going to stay the night, he had given you one request: “Please just… don’t fuck him,” Donghyuck sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please. The walls are thin. I’m a light sleeper. I have an exam for my 9am tomorrow…”

Unfortunately for Hyuck, Renjun arrived at your apartment wearing a new pair of black jeans, ripped up the thighs and so tight both his ass and his bulge were on full display, making your head spin.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked in an exaggeratedly concerned voice when he caught you staring. “Did I forget to zip up my fly?” He examined his crotch, smirking, his fingers tracing the outline of his cock teasingly. Your mouth went dry. Fuck, he was too good at this.

Without warning you pulled him into your room, flinging him down on your bed and shutting the door.

Unfortunately for Hyuck, you weren’t afraid to be naughty.

You pressed your index finger to your lips, then slowly moved your hands down to your blouse to unbutton yourself, never taking your eyes off Renjun. You watched his eyes follow your hands and his jaw go slack when you revealed a lacy bra underneath the fabric.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you echoed in a whisper, squeezing your breasts together. He gripped the sheets. You slid your hand down to the hem of your skirt, lifting it up, teasing a brush against your matching lace underwear. His hips twitched. You drew a finger across the gusset, your breath hitching when you reached your clit. Renjun let out a groan.

“Shhh, baby,” you whispered. “I need you need to be quiet for me.”

He nodded, looking slightly overwhelmed.

By the time you crawled towards him on the bed, he was breathing heavy, biting his lip to keep from whining. You kissed him and it was hot and wet and feverish. His tongue sent electricity down your spine. The feel of his body against yours was like a drug to you, the way you saw stars when you ground your hips against his. You wanted him forever, he felt so good, so right, so—

“I kind of wish I hadn’t worn these jeans tonight,” he breathed with a grimace.

You looked down. His erection was straining painfully against the denim, his thighs writhing underneath you in a vain effort to relieve some of the pressure.

“You look unbelievably sexy in them though.”

“That’s why I wore them.”

“They made me wet the instant you walked in.”

“Noted,” he whimpered.

You unzipped him and pushed down his underwear, letting his cock spring free.

How could it be that you’d seen him like this so many times before and yet each time, his size made you feel lightheaded?

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you whined, and palmed greedily at his cock.

“So hard,” he corrected. “You make me so–”

He broke off in a moan as your thumb rubbed over his tip.

“What did I say about being quiet, hmm?” you scolded playfully, kissing away his grunts as you stroked him faster.

“Sorry. I can’t help myself,” he panted against your lips. “I want you too badly.”

“How badly?”

He answered by gripping your waist and rolling you over, pinning you beneath him, and tracing his fingers over your panties before pulling them aside and thrusting a finger inside you. Sensation shot through your whole body, and you wished you could scream with pleasure.

“Renjun, wait–” you begged.

He inserted another finger, curling them around your g-spot as he pumped. You felt yourself lose control in waves of heat and shivers. All that mattered now was Renjun, his body throbbing as he leaned on you, his fingers carrying you closer and closer to ecstasy.

“Oh God,” you whined. “Right there, just like that.”

Renjun had shifted down on his elbows, so horny himself that he was grinding his cock against your leg. He looked flushed and breathless, intoxicated by the feeling of your walls around him, by the way your back was arched and the way your eyes grew dark and hazy.

You were so lost in the head rush of his touch that you barely realized your yelp when he pressed his other thumb against your clit.

A series of thumps against the wall snapped you back down to Earth.

“What. The. Actual. FUCK,” yelled an exasperated Donghyuck from the other room.

“Woops,” said Renjun. He met your eyes with a wink, then proceeded to fuck you even harder than before.

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“...Right now?”

pairing: renjun x reader (some female anatomy mentioned but gender identity is neutral)

genre: fluff, smut, established relationship, apartment in sicily!au

word count: 1.0k

warnings: sexual content (unprotected sex, oral sex, penetrative sex), swearing

a/n: this was going to be a fluff timestamp but i couldn’t stop writing lol. also i might revisit this au in the future :)

You woke up to church bells ringing the hour and Mediterranean sun dancing on the bedsheets. Renjun must’ve opened the shutters when he woke up that morning. Maybe he paused at the window for a moment, watching the city wake up around him with the bustle of markets and pigeons and scooters. And maybe as he left the room he looked back at you, sleeping peacefully with the breeze rustling your bangs and your eyelashes kissing your cheeks, and blushed.

Throwing on his button-up shirt left on the floor from last night, you snuck out to the kitchen and crept up behind him as he poured pancake mix over the stove. The batter sizzled as it hit the pan.

“There…” Renjun murmured under his breath to himself with a smile as he set down the mixing bowl on the counter.

You reached out to him, hugging him from behind. “Buongiorno,” you said playfully.

“Hey!” he startled, then swiveled around to face you. “Darn, I was so looking forward to surprising you with breakfast in bed.”

“Woops,” you said, not sounding at all sorry. “Maybe you can surprise me some other way.”

Not missing a beat, Renjun spun you around waltz-style and you both were a mess of giggles as he kissed the back of your hand in feigned formality.

You played along: “Oh my, how charming of you, my dear prince.”

“Me? Charming?”

He pulled you in to a sleepy kiss as you ruffled your fingers through his bedhead. He was unshowered and scruffy, wearing nothing but boxer shorts and a t-shirt, and he smelled of sage cologne and yesterday’s sweat. It smelled like heaven to you.

His body pressed closer against yours, and you pulled him in even tighter with your leg, feeling his muscles move as he stroked your back and the warm buzz of his core against yours.

“You’re so sexy,” you whispered in his ear.

He responded with another kiss. This time it was passionate and fast, laced with tongue and his hands riding up your shirt, making your cheeks burn red. You wondered if Renjun would react again to your words. It was making you lightheaded, thinking of what could be in store if you kept egging him on. Did he really find you so attractive?

Suddenly he kissed your collar and the words you were hesitating to say spilled out before you knew you were saying them.

“I want you right now.”

He paused, his face buried in the crook of your neck. “...Right now?”

“...Maybe…”

“Well… Maybe is not very convincing.”

“...Perhaps?” Now you were just playing with him.

He pulled away and looked at the funny little grin on your face as you toyed with his shirt collar. He raised an eyebrow.

“Y/n…”

Without giving him time to react, you pinned him against the door of the fridge holding his arms above his head.

“I want you right here,” you breathed, gazing hazily into his eyes. You were just close enough to feel the tension rising between your bodies, but far enough he couldn’t reach.

He writhed under your grip. “Please,” he begged. “Let me touch you.” His face was flushed and desperate, his boxer shorts beginning to strain.

In the time you’d been together, you’d never taken control like this before. You’d never seen Renjun in this position, never heard him yearn for you so urgently. Your body ached for his, too. Slowly, teasingly, you leaned your hips into his. He sighed, his chest heaving against yours. You finally let his arms free and Renjun lunged forwards, practically tearing your shirt and underwear off you. Ravenous, he left heavy kisses on your breast, his hands grabbing you all over— waist, thighs, ass— as if to join your body with his so tightly they’d merge.

Without warning, he lifted you onto the countertop, bending in towards you as you curled your legs over his shoulders. You had to grab onto the sink faucet when his nose nudged your clit: every slightest touch, even just the sensation of his breath on you, set you on fire.

Gently, he explored you with his tongue, lapping up your wetness. As his tongue circled around you, it felt almost too pleasurable to bear. He hummed at the taste of you, and you couldn’t hold back a moan. You felt his hands on your inner thighs, the cool metal of his rings calling you his. His fingertips pressed tighter, and the ache for him in you crescendoed to an acute need.

“Renjun,” you panted. “Please. Fuck me. Now.” You couldn’t wait for him. You practically pushed him aside, jumped down from the counter, and pulled him back a few steps until you tumbled back over the arm of the sofa, dragging him with you.

“Y/n… fuck it, I love you so much.” Renjun looked almost misty eyed, lost in a trance staring at you sprawled out before him like one of those paintings of a reclining Venus.

“I love you too, Renjun,” you said, half-laughing. “But please, fuck me.”

“Right. Of course” he laughed.

He pushed off his boxers, and you watched his face change like the seasons from amusement to concentration to pleasure as he guided his now-extremely-hard dick to your entrance, and slowly thrust inside. The pressure of your walls around him hurt for a moment, but it was the kind of hurt that was addicting, that made you want him to fuck you harder and harder until you’d be sure you could always remember the feeling of his dick filling you out, the feeling of you being his and him being yours.

“You feel,” Renjun began between pumps. “So good.” He reached a hand down and massaged your clit as he pushed deeper and deeper inside you. In bliss, you scratched your nails down his back.

“Oh god, yes,” you moaned. You felt the electricity sparking inside you. “Harder.”

Renjun’s face was dripping with sweat and ecstasy. “Fuck… I’m getting close.”

He sped up the pace, and your brain went so fuzzy all you could think about was the pleasure and the tension until you found yourself shaking around him, lost in your own release.

Right as Renjun buried his head in your neck, finishing echoing your orgasm with his own, you sniffed the air.

“Um… do you smell something burning?”

“Oh. OH. OH SHIT! The pancakes!!”

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oh my goddd your timestamp was so good!! please- ive been dying to get a renjun fic for days now. i'm looking forward to more of your works!! have a great day!!

hello!! thank you so much!! and yes, the relative lack of renjun fics was what inspired me to start writing my own! i'm so glad you liked it :') i'm currently working on my next one so look forward to that in the next day or two!!

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[22:58]

word count: 345

warnings: making out, some foreplay

“We don’t have to do this.” He was slumped back against the wall, the light from under the door tracing his outline in gentle orange. 

“I know we don’t. But I want to,” you confessed in a whisper, feeling as though you were being dragged underwater by the heaviness in your chest, falling deeper, drowning in this vulnerability, this desire. You helplessly watched your hands trembling in your lap.

Renjun reached towards you, his fingertips guiding your chin up with a feather-light touch. His eyes were glazed over with something you’d never seen before, a sort of lust torn between tenderness and ferocity, as if something in him was daring him to step further into this unknown space that still lay between you.

The chain around his neck glimmered as his chest rose and fell in irregular patterns, and without thinking about what you were doing you found yourself placing your hand between his collarbones, half-touching cotton, half-touching skin.

And maybe he didn’t think about what he was doing either when he pulled you in over him with his fingers tangling in the back of your shirt, your thighs straddling his lap, his lips agonizingly grazing yours for a moment before he kissed you.

Renjun’s lips dragging roughly across yours, his breathing far heavier than before, his arms full of you, it was all so much more dizzying than you had ever imagined. His tongue tasted like limes and salt. His body felt like waves in a warm ocean. But you wanted even more. Your hands snaked to the nape of his neck and tugged at his hair as your hips wrestled against his. You felt him reciprocate under you, deliciously and desperately.

“F-fuck,” he breathed. “I know I should but–” He trailed his kisses up your neck to your ear, playfully biting on your earlobe. “--I don’t want to slow down”. His hands slid down to your waist, pressing in tightly, pulling you against his jeans, making you moan.

You grabbed his wrist and led him to the buttons of your fly. “Then don’t.”

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a/n: this is actually my first time posting any of my writing :)