#renjun x reader drabbles

[chenlezip]

bf!renjun thoughts…

warning : smut under the cut.

FLUFF:

will take you on a spontaneous trip somewhere. maybe a museum, an art gallery, he doesn’t care as long as it’s somewhere that you will both enjoy. it also gives him a reason to spend more time with you and take beautiful pictures of you where you don’t need to try and look good (you always do but not the point).

offers you quiet support. he knows when you’ve had a really hard day that just his presence is enough for you. no words need to be spoken, just him sitting beside you or even just a small reassuring touch is enough for you.

always listens to you and will help out where needed. he’s always so happy to be just sitting with you, your legs over his while you mumble on about a thing you saw today that made you really happy. or.. maybe seeing something that reminded you of renjun and you just had to tell him.

gently pushes you toward something you really want to go after. he’s always going to be proud of you for doing what you can and what you want to do. “i believe in you, you can do this. it’s something you’ve been wanting to get into for a while so why not try now? it’s never too late.”

SMUT:

when you’re both snuggled up late at night, you can’t help but get a little turned on by how deeper renjuns voice is when he’s sleepy. and he can feel it. you’re sat on top of him with nothing but thin panties and a tank top on, “what’s got you all pent up, flower?” he whispered in a low tone and you had to hold back not pouncing on him right then and there.

you love when he’s intently focused on something because his face turns serious and yeah, you hate to admit it but you’re a sucker for it. you pay attention to his features, the way his brows furrow and the way he bites his lip.. even when he runs his tongue over the bottom one with annoyance. he can see out of the corner of his eye what he’s doing to you, your thighs clenching together as you try so hard to bite back a whine of his name.

“you’re so cute like this flower, all worked up just because i touched your waist,” he smirked as he held your chin between his index finger and thumb. he tilted your head up so you were stuck looking into his eyes, you had no where to run. “jun..” you whisper as you bite your lip, “need you so bad.” and that was all he needed to quickly drag you to the bedroom.

tags ᥫ᭡ : @remtrack @mejaemin @mahaewebs @zorange13 @florihaei @spacejip @markkiatocafe @lainzitos

[eternalpast]

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sending memes to bf! dreamies

warnings: suggestive

authors note: first post on new account, kinda nervous

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[shuafiles]

── .✦ nct dream reacts to you doing the “my current boyfriend” prank on them

A/N | cute trend on tiktok :D

★ mark.

“dude, what did you just say?” mark blinked at you, confused as soon as he heard the words leave your lips. he tried to play it cool, but his knees nearly buckled at the thought of him just being your current boyfriend. “is this some kind of joke?”

★ renjun.

“excuse me?” renjun raised his eyebrow. he had the sassiest expression ever when you dropped the “current boyfriend” bomb. he narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms at you, “you wanna say that again?”

★ jeno.

“am i hearing you correctly?” jeno nearly dropped the drink he had the second he overheard your phone call. his jaw clenched, taking strides towards you. “you better correct yourself, baby, people might think they have a shot with you.”

★ haechan.

“you think you’re so funny, huh?” haechan scoffed, pressing his tongue against his cheek, the little habit he does when he’s getting angry. “if i called you my current girlfriend, i’d be getting my ass kicked, so you better take that back.”

★ jaemin.

“princess, did you say that right?” jaemin frowned. his doe eyes staring right at you. his brows furrowed when you didn’t say a word. his expression was weary as he processed what you had just called him “you meant forever boyfriend… right?”

★ chenle.

“is this a prank? because it’s not funny.” chenle deadpanned, looking at you dead in the eye as if he was waiting for you to start laughing. “we’re getting married, none of that current boyfriend shit.”

★ jisung.

“please take that back,” jisung almost whined, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck. he was already pouting against your skin, “say you’re joking, please.”

[eliasoir]

֗ ꫂ NEVER HAVE I EVER ⠀── NCT DREAM !

✸ ︎⠀⠀ .dreamies x f!reader ! ⏜💬 𝓉he dreamies ‘i haves’ when playing (dirty) never have i ever . . . smut ( MDNI 18+ ) 𓂃 unprotected sex (don’t do this) , strong language (dirty talk & cursing) , some dom/sub dynamics, power dynamics , orgasm control , public sex , phone sex , face sitting , masturbation , oral (m. & f. rec) , dry humping , begging , creampie , backshots , overstim , pet name usage . (lmk if i missed any !) wc 2.0k

୭౿ REBLOG FOR A HUG !

𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸.

“begged someone to let me finish”

mark’s sheets were rustled and messy beneath you, the warm colored light pouring in from the sunset through his window. you’re straddling him, riding him deep and slow, and his hands were gripping your thighs like it’s the only thing that kept him from losing it.“baby,” he whines in a broken voice, “please—can i come? please?” you grin, leaning down to pepper kisses to his jaw. “i don’t know, markie. you just look so pretty like this.” he bucks up into you helplessly, already so close. so close, his cock was twitching inside you. “babe—fuck—i’ve been good baby, i need to—” you stop the movement of your hips entirely, just to hear him whimper beneath you. “then beg for it,” you whisper, tone low and seductive. mark knew he wasn’t above it, especially not when he needed it so bad. “please, sweetheart,” he gasps, completely wrecked. “please let me come. i wanna—wanna fill you up—please…” “so pretty when you beg,” you praise softly. “so good. again.” “babe,” he gasps, grabbing at your hips, “i’m serious—i’m gonna—if you keep going like that i—” you grind down on him only once more and he breaks. his hands fly to your hips, his breath staggered, and he comes with a loud, whiny moan, spilling warm inside you while his whole body convulses under yours. you lean down to kiss him slow, smiling against his lips. “good boy.” mark groans again softly, head falling back against the pillow, a fucked out mess. “…i hate how much i liked that.”

𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻.

“came in my pants”

you were comfortably straddling renjun on the couch, hands tangled in his hair, your hips rolling slow against his. it started off truthfully playful. just a few teasing touches, soft kisses, but now you were both breathing heavier, grinding into each other like you couldn’t help it. his hands grip your waist tighter and tighter, jaw clenched hard, head falling back against the cushions of the couch. “shit—baby—don’t stop,” he gasps, hips rocking up to meet yours every time. you can feel him easily through his sweatpants, warm and throbbing with need. the fabric between you was soaked from you rubbing on his lap. the pressure between you was just right, and he was close. too close. “so worked up already?” you tease, kissing up his neck to whisper in his ear. “that desperate for me?” “shut up,” he whines. “i can’t—i-i’m—” and then it happens. his hips stutter a jerk, breath catching in his throat as he comes hard in his pants, warmth spilling out between you. it soaked through the soft cotton of his sweats and against your own thin shorts. he lets out a moan, body tensing, arms tightening around your hips as he buries his face in your neck. “…fuck, i’m sorry,” he mumbles, voice muffled. “couldn’t hold it…” you shift your hips just a little and feel the mess in his pants, sticky and hot between you both. you smirk, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “don’t be sorry, baby,” you whisper. “came so good for me.”

𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗼.

“talked someone through touching themself”

“jen, i—” you start, eyes fluttering as your hand dips beneath your panties already. “shh,” he says, low and honey-toned over the phone. “i know, baby. i know you need it.” his phone was angled just right to show his hand lazily stroking himself, but his voice stays focused and firm for you. “put two fingers on your clit,” he murmurs. “slow. gentle.” you follow immediately without hesitating, gasping softly as you slide over your clit. “good,” he praises, voice already huskier. “that’s it. just like that.” you moan, thighs tensing and parting wider as your back arches a little. he watches everything; the way your lips part, the way your brows pull together, the motion of your fingers. “don’t rush,” he warns, hand still moving over himself, his grip a little tighter. “wanna watch you fall apart. slowly, baby.” you whimper his name softly, hips rocking up into your fingers. his voice drops even lower, almost ragged. “go deeper, baby. how would i touch you if i was there?” you bite your lip, sliding your fingers down and into your needy hole. two fingers pumping in and out, then three, messy and soaking. “fuuck,” he groans. “look at you. so wet just from my voice.” you pant harder, eyes hazing over now. at this point you were whining his name again as your fingers inside you faster. “you gonna come for me?” he asks, thumb brushing over his tip just like you would. “come on, baby. let me hear you. be good for me—” your back arches, mouth falling open, and you come with a trembling gasp, hips spasming into your hand. your skin flushed and damp with a sheer layer of sweat. jeno exhales through a grin, stroking himself faster now, like hearing your moans was all he needed. “good girl,” he says, low and warm. “that’s my baby.”

𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻.

“had someone sit on my face”

you barely made it to your bedroom before haechan was tugging at your pants. his eyes were low, looking at you with a lazy grin. “sit on my face,” he said so casually, like it wasn’t the filthiest thing you’d heard all day. you blinked at him, half-laughing. “baby, i don’t wanna suffocate you.” he grinned even wider, already lying back on the mattress, hands behind his head. “damn good way to go.” his hands didn’t give you time to argue, pulling you up, and settled you over his mouth. before you could even adjust, his tongue was right there. hot and wet, dragging through your folds. he held your panties to the side and was teasing your clit in slow, gliding circles. he groaned against you, hands kneading your thighs, holding you down like he wanted to drown in you. now your thighs were shaking around his head, your puffy pussy pressed against his face, and his hands were gripping your ass like it’s the only thing he needed. your hips roll instinctively, and he whined deep into you like he lives for this. his tongue was relentless. continuously lapping at your folds, prodding your clit, dipping into you so deep you forget how to speak. “fuck—haechan—” you gasp, knuckles white as you grip the headboard for dear life. haechan pulls you down even harder to him, tongue burying deeper, and you cry out. coming faster than you ever have, thighs twitching and trembling on either side of his head. he doesn’t stop. not until you were relentlessly tugging at his hair, breathless and over sensitive, your legs barely holding you up. he pulls back finally, lips and chin glistening. and he was still grinning up at you like the smug little menace he is. “told you,” he pants, “best seat in the house.”

𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻.

“got head in public”

jaemin tugged you down the hallway hurriedly, fingers firm around your wrist, eyes sharp with that needy expression. “jaem, someone’s gonna see—” “shh. no one’s around. it’ll be quick. promise.” he shoved open the dressing room door and you hardly heard the lock click before your back hit the wall, his lips crashing into yours. his hands were wandering freely. under your shirt, at waistband of your pants, tugging, squeezing, just hungry. “need you, baby,” he whispered, breath warm on your neck. “need your mouth.” and then he’s sinking you to your knees. his cock is already hard by the time you freed it from his jeans. thick and pulsing in your hand, precum already slicking his tip. he lets out a soft groan when your tongue flicks over it softly. one hand finding the back of your head. “yeah,” he breathes, hips bucking . “just like that.” you take him into your mouth deeper, feeling him throb on your tongue. “my good girl,” he whispers, eyes locked on you. more so, the way you took him so easily. “make me feel good, baby…” you moan around him, and he intakes a sharp breath, jaw clenched. the dressing room was quiet except for the wet, lewd sounds of your mouth and his heavy breaths, the occasional curse slipping past his lips when you suck a little harder, sloppier. he fucks into your mouth mainly slow, trying not to lose it too fast. it was a lot easier said than done though, the sight of you like this, knees on the hardwood knowing they would be red when you stood. your plump lips wrapped around him. the way your eyes rolled each time he hit the back of your throat. it was all too much. “fu—gonna come,” he pants, breath ragged. “you gonna swallow for me, pretty girl?” you hum a yes around him and that’s it. his hips shudder, fingers gripping your hair tightly as he spills down your throat with a low, lustful moan.

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗹𝗲.

“given someone backshots”

it started with him watching you change. eyes dark, biting his lip until he finally grabbed your hips. “turn around.” he exhaled deeply trying to keep his composure. then bent you over the bed. chenle mutters again, already pulling at your clothes. “wanna see that ass.” he’s not shy about it, and never has been. he palms at your ass, spreads it in his hands, and growls like he’s starving. somehow, you ended up on your knees at the edge of the bed, hands gripping the sheets, and when he slides in from behind, pressing deeply, he groans a breathless, “fuck—” like it never gets old. like it’s the movie he could watch over and over and never get bored. and then he starts moving. his hips snap against yours, unforgiving and needy, the slap of skin echoing through the room. one of his hands grips your waist tight, the other smoothes over your ass, fingers digging in every time you clench around him. “look at you,” he pants, voice cracked open with lust. “so fuckin’ good like this—made just for me.” you moan something back, something incoherent and desperate, but he’s already too lost to tease you. he comes first, his hips rocking into you as he looses his rhythm. chenle’s breath hitches as he empties inside you with an overwhelmed moan, but doesn’t stop. just groans again and keeps going, already getting hard again from how tight you still feel, how pretty you sound. “gonna make you come now, yeah?” he breathes out, cock twitching deep inside you. “don’t worry, baby. i’m not done.” his pace picks right back up, and you swear it’s even deeper this time. rougher, messier, as his grip bruising your hips like he’ll never let go.

𝗷𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴.

“made someone come twice in a row, back to back”

it was really late at night, you were both in his room. dim and quiet except for the rustle of sheets and the soft, wet sound of his fingers working deep inside your cunt. “so fucking tight,” jisung muttered, breath shaky. “feels like you’re sucking me in.” his fingers curled inside you just right, long and slender. and with his thumb pressing over your clit in slow, perfect circles, your legs shook as your orgasm hit hard. it was sudden and blinding, ripping a cry out of your throat when you clenched repeatedly around his fingers. but he didn’t stop. didn’t even pause. you barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the warm, slick pressure of him pushing in your pussy, thick and heavy, stretching you open further while you were still throbbing from the first high. “ji—wait—” you gasped, nails digging into his arms. “can’t,” he panted, lips close to yours, eyes hazy and hungry. “you’re still so wet, baby, fuck—just let me—” his hips rolled forward, sinking in deep in one long and slow thrust. you whimpered, overwhelmed, already on the edge again from how sensitive you were. every movement made you shiver, and made your breath hitch. his forehead pressed to yours, lips brushing yours in messy, desperate kisses between moans. “give me another, yeah?” he whispered, voice breaking. “you can do it—please?” you nodded, tears rimming the corners of your eyes from the stretch and heat. “that’s it,” he breathed, thrusting a little faster but still so deep, hands grounding on your waist. “my perfect girl. give it to me.” your body writhes, back arching as you come again, even harder this time, clenching around him with a broken moan. and jisung loves it, soaks it all in.

[ghostofhyuck]

nct dream surviving no nut november. ⭑.ᐟ

‧˚ʚ ───────── ₊‧꒰ა ୨ৎ ໒꒱ ‧₊ ───────── ɞ˚‧

AN: Posting this on clutch LMAO. Minors dni.

Mark Lee

I feel like Mark's up to that silly challenge of yours. A month without nutting seems like easy for him, he'll just have to shift his attention on others things. You on the other hand, thinks that it'll be easy for you two. Not until Mark slowly loses his mind, literally,,, everything you do is so hot for him and maybe he was craving for you! But he can't let himself lose this challenge, he'll lose his pride!! The first week was fine with him, but when the second week arrived, he's slowly losing it. Fuck the challenge, he wants nothing more but to be inside you. 

Huang Renjun

All Renjun needs to do is to meditate, relax, and just stop thinking about fucking you when you suggested NNN as a challenge, the prize was the loser has to cook for the month of December, and Renjun is not backing out on escaping chores. Everything's going well, he can manage to dodge all your attempt seductions on making him lose but he bottled it up so badly that it'll just break before November ends. Probably around 20th, he just realized that November's been too long and he's just, "whatever, I need you right now."

Lee Jeno

Contrary to popular belief, I think that Jeno needs your consent when it comes to having sex. So the NNN challenge would be SO HARD for him. The many times he has to wash his hard-on using the shower and thinking weird thoughts to flatten it just makes it worse for him. You watch in amusement as your boyfriend lose his mind because he has not fucked you for the last three weeks, but deep inside, YOU'RE also craving for him. It wasn't until you called a truce between the two of you when he immediately jumped on you. 

Lee Donghyuck

You really think Haechan will join NNN??? Well, at first he's confident that he can have a whole month of not nutting but that's all a fraud. HE NEEDS YOU. You're his life and sun, and no silly challenge is going to take that away from him. He won't even probably last a week, and will be jumping on you in no time because he's just touch-deprived and can't live without your pussy.

Na Jaemin

Jaemin CAN survive NNN because consent is sexy haha and he needs your consent when you two have sex. If you want to join NNN then he has to do that too. I feel like he has needs but he thinks with his mind when it comes to things like this. AND when you're such a tease for making him lose, he knows how to turn it down because there's no way he's backing down from the challenge. (His leo pride is stronger than Mark ngl) But good luck to you when December 1 comes, because he'll be fucking you until you can't walk properly. 

Zhong Chenle

Chenle also wins NNN despite all your endless teasing and attempt seduction because this man never backs out a challenge. His sheer competitiveness just wins over his horniness, that's why he can survive a whole month without nutting because he's thinking of the grand prize --- which is the loser has to give the winner a gift with no price limit. Although there are times that he almost lose because really, he's also a man with needs, the thought of losing slowly comes in which immediately brings his head back to the game. 

Park Jisung

Jisung will be the most frustrated out of all because he ALMOST won NNN and that would've happen if you weren't such a vixen who's only goal was to make him lose. It was fine during the first weeks, you leave him alone and he thinks that he's winning BUT it wasn't until the third week where your only goal was to make him lose. He tried, really, Jisung has to beg in his knees and start praying for the temptation to go away, but he'll ended up nutting on the last day because you decided to tease him more that he couldn't take it anymore. (Safe to say, you two started December with a bang lol)

[studio-dreamie]

park jisung drabble

emo!park jisung x sunshine!reader

jisung was the type of guy who would show up to class and go straight to the back with no expression on his face. and once that bell rang, he was the first one to leave.

wired headphones would always be dangling out of his ears, across his shoulder was his overused grey messenger bag with holes from pencils and multicolored spiral notebooks that were battered and bruised, ready to fall out.

everyone thought he was a loner. i mean, come on, look at him. a random dude who would thrive during 2012 tumblr era. someone who never seemed to care about academics, consistently wearing all black, emo music blaring out of his headphones that people nearby could hear every lyric and chord.

so imagine the surprise when people saw you waiting for him outside the classroom one day. one of the sweetest girls on campus, always helping out with tutoring and extracurriculars, the complete opposite of him.

his face was in confusion as he walked up to the girl who was looking down and just playing with her fingers. "baby, what are you doing here, i usually pick you up," he said, interrupting her out of her daze. you instantly smiled, "hi jisung. i know. my class ended early so i wanted to pick you up this time" you said lightly poking at him. his expressionless face begins to fall as the corners of his lip can't help but rise, and a small blush arises on his cheeks.

jisung takes your hand in his as both of you start walking out of the building. ongoers tuning into the conversation, intrigued by the sight in front of them. "what was that song your played in the car last time, it's been stuck in my head" she asked looking up at him, "which one" he asks with a bit of a pout. "the one that goes like.." you start humming a familiar tune. "oh, time bomb by all time low" he answered. "oh my god! i know them, i used to wear one of their band shirts growing up," you said, jisung couldn't help but smirk and reply "damn if you still wore that, we would have gotten together a lot sooner,". you playfully hit him with your free hand, "shut up," you say with a smile.

the band shirt you wore was your older sister's. everyday, you thank god for your older sister's emo phase, because of that, you knew half the bands jisung always listened to on the drives together. jisung also thanks your sister, because if it wasn't for you saying you liked the linkin park song he was listening to that day you were tutoring him, he would have never been able to look up from his paper and notice the way your eyes beamed at him and that infectious smile that he has come to love.

and once people got a closer look, they noticed he was never that lonely after all. aside from all the damage it captures, on the side of his bag, there was a calico critter, perfectly intact. amongst all the silver necklaces he wore, there was one specific couples one with half a heart waiting to be attached to its other.

.

a/n: got the inspo for this from this tiktok

[imgoodimhealthy]

nct dream reactions

arguing with them because of their idol life

— mark, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle, jisung.

— angst, comfort, established relationship

note: i almost dropped this one, too busy to continue but glad i did so:) ++ this is what i imagined them to be, some are too angsty for liking hehe.

MARK:

"im just tired, i was saying that maybe we could just talk this out tomorrow.." mark’s voice wavered, trying not to raise it too much. he feared that being louder would make things worse, like his words would carry a weight he couldn’t take back. his body ached from the long day at work. back-to-back meetings, endless demands, and managers breathing down his neck had drained every ounce of energy he had left. his head throbbed, and his limbs felt heavy, as if even standing was a struggle.

you scoffed, arms crossed tightly against your chest. "you always say that! you always keep saying tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow! at this point, our relationship feels like a joke!" your voice cracked, but you refused to back down, standing right in front of him with your brows tightly knit together. your chest rose and fell quickly, frustration coursing through your body like a storm that wouldn’t settle.

mark sighed deeply, rubbing his face with both hands as if trying to wipe away the exhaustion clinging to him. "fuck, i just need some rest!" his voice was rough, more desperate than angry, but the sharpness of it still cut through the room like a blade.

you flinched, your eyes widening slightly. he never sounded like that — not at you. your grip on your sleeve tightened, and for a moment, neither of you said anything.

mark slowly lowered his hands, and when he finally opened his eyes, he looked wrecked. his shoulders slumped like he was carrying the weight of the entire day, and his gaze softened when he saw the way you took a small step back. panic flickered across his face, and he reached out instinctively. "please, y/n... fuck, im sorry. okay? im tired, hey-" his fingers barely grazed your arm before you slapped his hand away.

the sting of rejection lingered on his skin, but he let his hand drop to his side, fingers curling into a loose fist.

"let's just talk tomorrow," you muttered, echoing his words in a bitter tone. you didn’t look at him as you opened the door of the apartment, stepping out without another glance. mark stood frozen in place, staring at the closed door. his chest tightened, his heart hammering painfully as the silence settled in. he felt everything and nothing all at once, the ache in his body now overshadowed by the hollow feeling in his chest.

RENJUN:

"i need to go, i just can't skip that. they were waiting for me," renjun explained, already grabbing his bag as he spoke. his voice was steady, but his movements were sluggish, still weighed down by yesterday's sickness.

you stepped in front of him, blocking his path with a worried look. "no, you were literally sick just yesterday. what can one day of rest hurt them?" your voice softened, but your concern was loud. you searched his face, hoping he’d change his mind, hoping he’d choose to take care of himself just this once.

renjun stopped, his fingers tightening around the strap of his bag. he let out a slow breath, his brows furrowing as he looked at you. "look, i know you're worried, but i can take care of myself," he said, voice laced with frustration. "i don’t need you to always remind me of things i already know."

and that. that hit you like a punch to the chest.

your arms slowly dropped to your sides, and you stared at him, blinking as his words echoed in your head. your chest ached, and you swallowed hard, trying to push down the hurt rising inside you.

renjun’s face fell the moment he saw your expression shift. he realized what he’d said, and regret immediately washed over him like a cold wave. "hey..." he muttered, stepping closer, "look, i’m fine, okay? i was sick yesterday, but not anymore —"

you turned your head away, cutting him off with a quiet, "just go."

renjun froze, his heart sinking. his fingers twitched at his side, torn between reaching out and giving you space. the room felt unbearably quiet, the tension so heavy it was almost suffocating. he stood there for a moment, staring at the door, then at you.

"i won’t go..." he whispered, barely loud enough to hear.

you looked at him, confusion flickering across your face. "what?"

renjun slowly sat down on the corner of his bed, his shoulders slumping as he rested his elbows on his knees. he rubbed his hands together, staring down at the floor. "i won’t go anymore," he repeated, voice steadier this time.

you took a hesitant step toward him, still unsure if you heard him right. "but... you said it’s important," you reminded him, your voice quieter now.

renjun finally looked up, his eyes tired but filled with something gentler. "not anymore," he said, shaking his head. "if it means losing you, then it’s not important anymore."

JENO:

you looked at him, frustration burning in your chest. "so you're just not going to acknowledge it?" your voice cracked as you scoffed, eyes locked on him, searching for some kind of remorse or understanding.

he met your gaze, his own filled with exhaustion. "acknowledge what? what did i do again?" his voice wavered, not with anger at you but at the situation — the cycle you both kept falling into. he ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as he tried to keep his composure.

he hated feeling this way. he hated feeling like loving you drained him more than it should. he loved you so much it hurt, but sometimes, he wondered if love alone could fix everything.

"you were literally in a dating rumor with someone else!" you snapped, stepping closer as your chest heaved with each word. "how am i supposed to react to that? be happy? congratulate you?" your voice shook, laced with hurt and betrayal.

he blinked at you, disbelief washing over him like a cold shower. his heart pounded, and he felt his head spinning. "it was a dating rumor, y/n," he said, voice breaking as he tried to steady his breath. "how am i supposed to stop it? do you want me to post on my socials and spell it out? say it isn’t real? it’s not that deep — they’re just rumors. you’re the one i’m with. you’re the one i love," he pleaded, stepping closer as if closing the distance would fix everything.

but you stepped back.

"i feel like you’re not even doing much," you said, voice quieter but sharper, like a blade slipping between ribs. "if you wanted to, you would."

he closed his eyes, sighing so deeply his chest caved in. "not every time can i do what i want," he muttered, voice rough from exhaustion. "you know how the industry works, y/n. i can’t just go out there and say whatever i want... even if i want to scream it to the world."

you looked at him, chest tightening. "so you’re all talk and no effort?" your words hit like a slap, and he flinched.

he swallowed hard, his hands trembling at his sides. "i’ve been trying so hard to make an effort..." he whispered, voice thick with unshed tears. he looked at you, eyes glassy and desperate. "was it never enough for you? was i never enough?"

HAECHAN:

"wait for me, i'll come over quick." his voice was urgent as he pressed the phone to his ear, weaving past his groupmates mid-practice. they called after him, confused, but he didn’t stop. he barely even registered the way their voices faded as he ran out of the studio.

his breath was heavy by the time he reached your apartment, about thirty minutes later. his heart pounded—not just from running, but from something heavier settling in his chest.

he quickly typed in the code to your door, pushing it open. and then, he froze.

you stood there, tupperware in hand, just as frozen as he was. on the table, there were a few decorations, a cake, and the quiet reminder of what today was.

his stomach dropped.

"fuck," he muttered under his breath, realization hitting him like a truck. he had forgotten.

you let out a short, humorless laugh, setting the tupperware back on the table. "i thought you wouldn’t come," you said, crossing your arms. "thought you were too busy hanging out with your... friends."

he swallowed hard, suddenly feeling too ashamed to step further inside. but he did, closing the door behind him. "i'm... sorry. i wasn’t just hanging out. we were practicing—there's an upcoming choreo for the comeback and—"

"you always say that," you cut him off, your voice flat.

he bit his lower lip, frustrated at himself, at the situation. "it’s true—look, i’m sorry. i was so busy, i didn’t realize... let’s just celebrate, okay? we still have time, right?" he tried, his voice softer now, hopeful.

you shook your head, looking down at the untouched food. "i don’t think i even have an appetite anymore," you muttered.

his chest tightened. "i already said sorry," he whispered, stepping closer. "what more do i have to do? please, let’s not fight again—"

you looked up at him, your eyes burning with something raw. "how can we not fight again when you’re always like this? you haven’t changed at all, haechan," your voice wavered, but you didn’t stop. "you’re still the same person who promised me you'd do everything for this relationship, when you can’t even do one thing."

his breath hitched. he bit down hard on his lower lip, but it didn’t stop the sting in his eyes. your words hurt. and maybe what hurt more was that... you were right.

JAEMIN:

“don’t go.” jaemin’s voice wavered as he grabbed your wrist, his fingers curling around it gently, almost like he was afraid you’d break if he held on too tight.

“i have to,” you said with a soft laugh, trying to ease the tension. “you know i have work at 9.” you tried to tug your arm away, but he didn’t let go.

he clenched his jaw, his grip firm but not painful. “we barely spent time together today... can’t you skip work? just this once? for me?” his voice softened, almost pleading. “today’s my free day, and i just... i wanted to be with you.”

you carefully slipped your hand from his grasp, stepping back. “i can’t just skip work like magic, jaem. i have a job too,” you said, your tone steady, but something in your chest ached.

he looked away, guilt settling on his face. “i know... i just... i feel like we’ve barely seen each other lately,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. he stood up, the space between you feeling wider than the few feet that separated you.

you scoffed, brows knitting together. “you called me at 6 p.m. last night, told me to come over, and then you just slept,” you said, voice sharper than you intended. “i know you’re tired, but how long are you going to be this selfish?”

jaemin’s eyes snapped to yours, hurt flashing through them. “selfish? all i did was love you—”

“love me?” you cut him off, your heart pounding. “you call that love? calling me over late at night and asking me to ditch work for you?” your voice cracked, and the realization hit you just as hard as the words you were saying.

he ran a hand through his hair, his chest rising and falling quickly. “i’ve just been tired these past few days, okay? if it was too much, you could’ve told me to come over to yours instead,” he argued, voice strained. “i didn’t know i was a burden to you.”

you blinked at him, frustration boiling over. “so it’s my fault now? is it my fault you don’t try hard enough—”

“i don’t try?” he cut in, his voice loud enough to echo in the small space. “all i did was ask you to come over. was that too much? i didn’t mean to make it sound that way, but if you don’t want to, then fine. it’s not a problem.”

your heart sank, disbelief washing over you like cold water. “so it’s my fault?” you repeated, voice trembling. without another word, you grabbed your bag and stormed out, leaving jaemin standing there, staring at the door like he wished he could take everything back.

JISUNG:

“i have to go, i’ll come back later, alright?” jisung said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. he smiled, but the warmth faded when you suddenly pulled away from him.

he blinked, his smile disappearing. “did... did i do something wrong?” he asked, voice hesitant, eyes searching your face for an answer.

you crossed your arms, looking away. “you said you’ll go, so just go.” your voice was laced with disappointment, your chest tightening as you spoke.

jisung didn’t move. he just stood there, frozen in place, confusion written all over his face. “are you mad at me?” he asked, voice quieter now. “i promise i’ll just check the studio real quick and try to come back as soon as i can...” he trailed off, unsure of what to do.

you shook your head, frustration bubbling up. “i don’t know. you’re leaving me just to check something at the studio? can’t you do that tomorrow?”

he bit the inside of his cheek, nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “mark hyung asked me to come over... he said there’s a change in the choreo, and he wanted me to see it,” he explained, his voice uncertain, like he was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

“just go tomorrow,” you muttered, glancing at the clock.

jisung shifted on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. “i wish i could... but mark hyung might not be free tomorrow, and he said it’s important to—”

“so you’re not busy? being with me doesn’t count as being occupied?” you cut him off, your words sharp, eyes burning as you looked at him.

jisung’s mouth fell open slightly, completely caught off guard. “h-huh? no, i never meant it like that, i just—” he stammered, words falling apart before he could even finish a sentence.

you sighed, turning away. “whatever. just go,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

jisung stood there, heart sinking, watching your back as he tried to figure out whether leaving or staying would hurt you more.

[markleessodalite]

Stupid Arguments: n.jm

text imagine with bf!jaemin

content: y/n and jaemin get into a very dumb argument about something very silly. some mild embarrassment is experienced by both.

a/n: i'm actually a little jealous of people who can eat cilantro and not think it tastes like soap

[ilovedinodino]

you hurt bf!dreamies

they hurt you

[astrasng]

skin to skin with nct dream 𓍼ོ

→ summary: dreamies are infinitely in love with you.

→ warning: nothing but tooth rotting sweetness.

→ a/n: happy valentines week to everyone ♡ make sure to treat yourself to something delicious and stay hydrated! ♡

here's the masterlist to the event ^^

enjoy!♡

──── ⋆˚࿔ mark

his warm skin on yours makes your heart bloom like no others - his pure love radiating off his body whenever he's close to you. sleeping together the first time gave mark nearly a heart attack from the realization of how much he loves you, his heart beating faster than usual. but the first time being skin to skin with each other? mark thinks he could die like this. bathed in your warm prescence, your body pressing against him in an intimate, and sensual way. the sun peeking through from the shutters as it hits your smooth skin, he can't stop the feeling to trace the light with his finger as your body is still in deep slumber. how magnificent the body is - mark thinks, but not because of how intimate you two can be, rather because how fascinating it is to him that such a beautiful soul like yours is still blooming even asleep. your body never stopping from producing warmness, mark can feel it when he ghosts his palm over your arm or chest, his eyes mesmerized by the way you let out puffs of air. he observes how your nose ocasionally flutter when taking a breath - or when you snuggle your face closer to his chest when turned over, out of reflex at this point. he smiles, his beating heart against your face makes you smile in your dream. mark thinks this is heaven when seeing the light now shining on your face. he slowly, but surely, takes his palm and covers the sunshine for you.

──── ⋆˚࿔ renjun

you could count the freckles on renjun's bare back - you think. and you want to. your eyes scan over his sleeping form, his arms wrapped around your soft waist like he doesn't want to let go, his eyebrows softly furrowed like he's having troubles. the caressing feeling lulled renjun to sleep a few minutes ago, thinking that all his worries got chased away by your touch. renjun truly loves your soft, delicate hands on his body, magically always helping him to sleep when needed. your hand in his hair, or drawing shapes of love on his skin made him fall into a dream way quickly than he likes to admit - only because he wants to stay up and talk with you. your heart beating against him made him relax even more, knowing that you are here with him, warm against him. but tonight feels different. he stirrs awake against his will, turning on his back and away from your body even as he doesn't want to. people tend carry all their problems and worries on their shoulders, the weight making them muscles sore and aching with pain. renjun carries them at the base of his stomach - he doesn't know why. he gets stomach aches from the to time when stressed, his cramps ruining usually his sleep. "your stomach again?" you'd ask with a small sigh, which renjun only nods to quietly. you know how he feels, so you wrap your arms around him this time, your warm palm flattening on the centre of his body and renjuns feels his worries going away in a second. this time, he doesn't close his eyes and drift to sleep. he turns his head towards you and pulls you even closer, kissing the top of your head. "i feel like i don't deserve your touch." he says, your skin almost melting with his - at least that's how he feels. he truly feels like your body is slowly becoming one with his, and he wishes nothing more but to be with you forever in moments like these.

──── ⋆˚࿔ jeno

the warm steam makes his skin crawl at the same time you step into the shower, your hands immedietly landing on his bare back. his breath hitches as he feels your hands roaming all over his back, slowly inching forward to his well-defined abs and chest.he shivers at your touch, his head falling back slowly, pressing his face next to yours slightly. "i missed you" you would say with your hands softly massaging his sore muscles, helping him relax under the hot steam and your touch. jeno loves being raw with you. bare skin pressed to his bare back, words shortened so talking is not something burdening to do. breathing in each other's breath and saying the words "i missed you too" almost makes the both of you dizzy. it's calm, it's safe.the proximity is somethink unwordly, jeno feels his body incredibly at peace like no other times. being naked with each other and not in a sexual way naturally awakens something inside the both of you, just the raw prescence making you realize how far your relationship has gotten. as jeno feels your hand wrapping around him he can't help but take one of your hands and kiss your knuckles.

──── ⋆˚࿔ donghyuck

you feel like melting at the sight of donghyuck's beauty marks. he doesn't necessarily have any opinions on it, but the minute he feels your warm touch caressing his unshaven face around his beauty marks, it feels like heaven. he feels like his whole body is an uncontrollable blushing mess, arms and legs going numb at your touch. your fingers doesn't only trace his beautiful dots decorating his face, but also all his imperfections. small scars here and there, a few faded away acne which you find adorable especially when haechan is being sulky about it. whenever you place a sheet mask on his face you often press kisses on his birthmarks before covering it all up with a sticky layer of hydrating facemask. "why do you even like them that much?" he asks one night when you're laying your head on his bare chest, his arm propped up behind his head as his eyes are closed. you purse your lips in a small pout, the question making you sulky. "why wouldn't I like them? after all, your past lover used to kiss you there the most." to emphazise your sentence, you lightly caress his mole decorated face. "and aren't you jealous?" with a chuckle he opens his eyes and looks at you. "no. i'm everything but jealous. i'm grateful for them for creating a masterpiece like you." donghyuck can feel his heart racing at your sudden confession, his mind immedietly at ease as he finally knows why you like his birthmarks that much. but in his eyes, you're the masterpiece he's grateful for.

──── ⋆˚࿔ jaemin

it doesn't matter what part of the day it is, jaemin could do this any day, any time. holding you like this in his arms, sitting on top of him as his head is laying against your loving chest. he vividly feels your fingers snaking their ways into his hair, scratching very slightly, almost ghosting over his scalp. the feeling is unmmatched to sense his lips slowly kissing their way up to your jaw, so impossibly slow that feels like he's scared. like he's scared of you vanishing into nothing. the air around you is heavy with unspoken words that you don't have to say out loud. it's there, because you both know it. you both know you how much this moment is important, your actions speaking louder than anything else. his glossy eyes bore onto your face, flicking to your eyes when you take notice of his actions. he feels his heart swell with love whenever you look at him, often catching himself looking away from your gaze to direct his gaze at your lips like he's mentally kissing you. there's this uniqueness in him, which makes you drawn even closer to him. like his eyes are promising to bring all the stars down to you - even the whole universe just for you to keep looking at him. but what he doesn't know,,is that his eyes alone hold the whole universe - which is more than enough for you to keep looking at him.

──── ⋆˚࿔ chenle

his heart never fails to sore for you, even if he has a stern behavior from time to time. the dark room is illuminated by strings of lights above your bed as chenle scans your interwined body in the dim lights. you're chest to chest, head nuzzled in the crook of his neck, one of his hands caressing the skin on your arm. he loves seeing your body react to him, but not just in a lusted way. rather in a gentle way, his hands ranking their way all over your body when you shiver, his arms immedietly wrapping around you to keep you safe in his warm arms. at times like this, he can't help but subconsciously nuzzle his face further against yours. lips ghosting over your forehead, nose bumping against yours, eyes fluttering closed. he feels like home, knowing you are here with him in his arms. as the night fades into slowly dawn, he feels his body giving up on him. he's fighting to stay up and admire you, as long as he can. it feels like it's forever with you, your souls and bodies tied together in a way like this. he never felt this for someone else before, his heart aching to be forever with you.

──── ⋆˚࿔ jisung

jisung finds himself losing track of the thougths he wanted to say. he was never good with words, not at least verbally. he thinks showing his love for you is better in actions than anyhow else. his body moves on its own when he feels you psysically next to him,like some kind of magnet finding yours. the touch you provide him in a nurturing way makes his heart skip a beat, always thinking abot how to repay you. little does jisung know, the love and adoration he gives is enough for you to keep fighting for his love and affection. he just wants to feel you keep touching him, to hear your adorable laughing and chuckles whenever he does something slightly out of his comfort zone to show his true intentions towards you. but the favorite thing he loves to do besides just being next to you? is when he can take care of you. cooking for you as much as he can, giving you his clothes whenever you want it just simply helping you out. you often find him taking the brush out of your hands to help you do your hair after a shower, lotioning your body and smooth legs out of love. he loves touching all parts of your body,feeling the warmness in the tips of his fingers all the way to his heart.

taglist:@arunainluv@myraet@peterm4rker@chenlezip

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

[ohmygs-blog]

“what would u do if someone asked me out?”

[chenlezip]

⤷ pairing : huang renjun x reader .

annas note : needed to write a little something for our jun and i thought this would be pretty cute even if its a little drabble (too busy working on my fic series. i'll feed with texts i promise my loves) ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა .

𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 .

the time on your phone showed. you closed your eyes and made a wish - that your boyfriend, renjun, would always be healthy and happy and by your side until the day the both of you die. renjun also closed his eyes and wished the same, hoping that you two never part no matter what may happen.

you both open your eyes and smile at one another. “what did you wish for?” you try and get your boyfriend to tell but he shakes his head, “not telling pretty, it’ll not come true.” you pout, realising he is right about what he says but still.. it wouldn't hurt, right?

"please jun, come onnn~" he just chuckled and shook his head, "you're not getting the answer out of me. it was just a little something about you."

tags : @injvns @polarisjisung @mejaemin @ayukas @hyckvr @yizhrt @blondemrk 

[fruithoughts]

. . . when he needs a new wallpaper

[scented-morker]

NCT Dream under the mistletoe

In which you end up under the mistletoe… 1.6k, fluff fluff fluff, I think gn reader, not proofread

Mark

After so long of dating, you'd think Mark would be fine with kissing you in front of his members

You'd be wrong

Whether it's because he's their hyung or just because they don't let him live— Marks lips are OFF LIMITS when with the boys

(Yes that's exactly how he phrased it)

But it's Christmas, and it's tradition!! And the boys need something new to bully Mark about!!!

So they hang it on the threshold of the dorm and wait in suspense until you knock on the door

"Mark why don't you go get that?"

"Why? I'm kinda busy rn, besides it's yn, don't you guys usually fight over who gets to open the door for them?" Exposed 🫣

"Just Open the door Mark!"

"Fine!"

So he opens the door in a little apron bc he was cooking (scary ik)  and the boys start screaming

"MISTLETOE YOURE UNDER THE MISTLETOE YOU HAVE TO KISS!!"

He glares so hard, but you just shrug.

"You look like a cute little housewife rn, I already wanted to kiss you."

He laughs at the comparison before giving you a peck, the boys going wild in the background

"I'll be the housewife if you take care of the kids," he grins, motioning to the crowd behind him

"Deal," you place another peck on him as you walk by and into the crowd of boys. "I have gifts for you gremlins!!"

They were too distracted to tease mark much (until after you left)

Renjun

We all know the boys take every chance to kiss him as they can

Which— understandable but like that’s YOUR boyfriend???

He thinks it’s the funniest thing ever when you complain to him about it one day

“STOP LAUGHING, THIS IS SERIOUS!”

He’s kinda flattered that you’re so protective but still thinks it’s hilarious

“They don’t actually kiss me that much”

LIES

Imagine your terror when you walk into the dreamies Christmas party and see mistletoe EVERYWHERE

“What is this?”

“Idk, Hyuck decorated”

Cue the boy in question calling your boyfriend from across the room

You see he’s standing under one of the plants and refuse to let Renjun go over without you

You follow him around all night, kissing him under every single mistletoe while the boys make faces at you

(Hyuck actually did not decorate, renjun did, and he was having the best night of his life getting your kisses every five minutes) 🤫

Never tell him a secret ever again

Jeno

You weren't even dating 🤭

It was that weird stage of knowing you're more than friends but not saying anything bc WHAT IF YOURE CRAZY

And the boys are TIRED of hearing Jeno nonstop talk about you

"So I think she might feel the same way, but then yesterday when she texted me she ended it with a period, AND she said ly to sign off instead of ily so what if-"

"Jeno literally shut up."

So they do the thing where they ask both of you to hang out and then cancel so it's just the two of you

"Wow I can't believe Chenle and Jisung both just got the flu, that sucks."

Jeno knew exactly what they were doing, and was very suspicious

"Yeah wild, do you wanna grab coffee since we're already here?"

So you decide to go into the cafe you were supposed to meet at, ignoring the sign at the front (lovers cafe <3)

The bell sings as you walk in, and the woman at the counter turns at the sound.

You walk up to order and she shakes her head

"You can't order until you complete the tradition," she says, gesturing to the door and a mistletoe hanging over it

Jeno now realizes what his stupid friends have done, but he smiles at you sheepishly

"What do you say?"

To which you immediately lean in and give him a kiss

Haechan

Honestly he probably hung it himself 😭

Like the two of you had recently gotten together and he just always wanted to be kissing you

The boys had invited you over to the dorm for a Christmas movie marathon, and Hyuck decided to take the decorations into his own hands

(Yes it got a little awkward when Jungwoo came to borrow one of their plates and there was mistletoe everywhere, and yes the boys groaned about it but gave him kisses on the cheek under every plant)

"Welcome yn, to our holiday wonderland," he says dramatically

"It's literally a stinky apartment with lights hung everywhere."

"Shut up Chenle, oh would you look at that, we're under mistletoe!"

So obviously you oblige the tradition, giving him a sweet peck before continuing your walk to the couch

"Oh look another one!"

You check the ceiling to make sure he isn't lying, but lean in to give him a kiss anyway

"Woah looks like another kiss for me!"

By the third time you know he's doing it on purpose, and you look forward to see at least five more plants hung between your current spot and the living room

"We tried to stop him."

You laugh, but give him a kiss under each one because he worked so hard for it <3

Jaemin

He gives zero ducks, he'll take any opportunity to kiss you

Even when you wish he wouldn't

Why, you may ask, would you ever not want to get Jaemin's kisses?

The answer: because you're in front of his entire family 😃

Why they hung mistletoe at the Na family Christmas, you may never know

Possibly because everyone else in his family was just as lovey-dovey as he was

But it was fine for everyone else THEY WERE MARRIED AND HAD KIDS

This was your first time ever meeting his whole family, and Jaemin's extra ass was apparently trying to make it as mortifying as possible

"Babyyy," he calls out as you stand talking to his mom

You smile apologetically at his mother before turning as he approaches

"What?"

"You're under the mistletoe!"

You look up to see the cursed plant before turning back to your boyfriend with pleading eyes

"Not in front of your mom, please."

He just smiles that sweet smile before DIPPING YOU LIKE A TANGO DANCER and planting a long kiss on your lips

Your face is on fire when he stands you back up

"I can't even look at your mother right now. I hate you."

So he kisses you again

Chenle

Listen he has the softest spot for you 🥹

Home alone? Never ending kisses, he's telling you how happy you make him, playing with your hair, everything

But not in front of his members 🫡 (which they know)

They were messing with him, but you were in on it 🤭

"Lele, look!"

He looks up where you're pointing, seeing the mistletoe before immediately glaring at the other boys who have gathered around

They all have the biggest grins in their faces as if this was the best thing they'd ever experienced..

But he notices the too-innocent smile on your face telling him you are in on it, which in his book is a worse offense than the boys planning it

"Is Lele shy?" Jaemin coos, which only makes the younger boy more flustered

He decides it's only fair that you feel just as embarrassed

So before the boys can tease him anymore he straight up just grabs the back of your neck and basically slams his lips into yours

Whew he's so hot... uh anyways

As soon as he releases you you're letting out nervous giggles and hiding your face in his neck because HOW DID THIS BACKFIRE ON YOU SO HARD

The guys can't even make fun of him anymore so they just groan and disperse into their own rooms

To which Chenle then teases you (and gives you many more kisses)

Jisung

Poor guy 😭

He just wanted to take you to the Christmas party so he could share hot chocolate and maybe hold your hand underneath the table

BUT SOMEONE THOUGHT ITD BE FUNNY TO HANG MISTLETOE AS DECORATION

The two of you are sitting at your table, watching Hyuck and Jeno dance unnecessarily aggressively to Jingle Bells when he asks if you want a snack

So you get up and make your way over to the cookie table bc yum Christmas cookies

But when you get there jaemin lets out a dramatic gasp

"JISUNG YOU BROUGHT THEM UNDER THE MISTLETOE YOU LITTLE RASCAL"

He immediately looks up, staring at the offending plant

"I didn't- I didn't do it on purpose yn! I promise!"

You just laugh, "I know you didn't, it's okay."

So you grab your cookies and head back to the table, kiss-less

"Dang you're really not going to kiss them?" Jaemin asks, looking over where you're staring at the cookies on your plate

"Well not in front of you!"

With that Jisung walks away, forgetting to grab cookies for himself

"Yn," he whisper calls, and you look up to see him gesturing you to the hallway

You follow him, stepping out into the brighter lit and much quieter hall.

"Did you need a break?" You're used to him sneaking off from crowded places to recenter

"No."

"Oh, then what's—"

He cuts you off by pressing his lips into yours, hand on the back of your head

He has a pink hue on his cheeks when he pulls away, and he refuses to look you in the eyes

"I wanted to kiss you, just not in front of him."

[eliasoir]

֗ ꫂ PHONE CALLS , VOICEMAILS ⠀── NCT DREAM !

✸ ︎⠀⠀ .bf!dreamies x f!reader ! ⏜💬 𝓉he dreamies when someone calls during your time alone . . . smut ( MDNI 18+ ) 𓂃 pinv sex, no mentioned protection ( wrap it up guys ), teasing, oral (m. & f. rec), cursing, handjob. wc 1.2k

୭౿ REBLOG FOR A HUG !

mark.

he had you pinned beneath him, hips rolling slow and curling just right between your thighs. his pace lazy but oh, so deep. your legs are thrown over his shoulders, and his forehead is pressed against yours, plump lips brushing yours with every breath.

his phone starts ringing on the nightstand. the buzz vibrating through the quiet room, persistently. he lifts his head, eyes glancing to it. “shit,” he mutters, pausing the movements of his hips just slightly.

“don’t,” you breathe, fingers clinging to his damp and flushed skin. “don’t stop, mark, please—” he lets out a breathy laugh and dips his head to kiss your jaw. “you want me to keep going, baby?”

you nod, desperate. “yes—just ignore it.”

“thought so.” he picks up his pace again, hips snapping forward harder. “they can wait. you can’t.” you swear he’s thrusting deeper now. rougher and unforgiving, the sound of the slick between your thighs filling the room as the phone keeps ringing.

“let’s let ‘em wonder, hm?” he groans. “let ‘em fucking wonder what’s got me so busy i can’t answer.”

renjun.

renjun was laid out under you, one hand stroking your thigh and other in your waist as you ride him slowly, letting him watch the way you take every inch of him. his lips are parted, eyes half-lidded, breath warm against your bare chest. then your phone starts buzzing, lighting up right next to you.

his eyes flick to it. “your phone.” your hips falter slightly, biting your lip. “should i get it?”

his hand slides up your waist, grabbing it firmly. “no.” renjun swore that everyone was trying to keep you from him all day. he would damned if this phone call was the reason your attention was somewhere else.

he keeps his eyes locked on you as he simply reaches over and declines the call. doesn’t even look to see who it was, and it ends with a quiet beep. “problem solved.”

his voice drops as he ruts his hips up into you suddenly. “you’re not going anywhere.”

you gasp, hands immediately clinging to his chest. “jun—”

“you think i’ll let someone interrupt this?” he huffs, fucking up into you harder now. almost impatient. “finish what you started.”

jeno.

you were bent over the ( just cleaned ) kitchen counter, cheek pressed to the cool surface as jeno drove into you from behind, harsh but deeply. he’s got one hand wrapped around to your lower stomach and the other on your lower back, keeping you still as he thrusts into you. and now, into that spot that makes your knees buckle in the best way.

his phone rings on the table just a bit behind you two. “hold still,” he husks, pulling out just enough to reach it, and to make you whimper, then plunges back in.

“hello?” you hear him speak into the phone.

your eyes widen. “jeno—what the hell—?”

he presses a hand over your mouth. “mm-hm. yeah. well, i’m kinda…busy right now.” you moan against his palm as he keeps thrusting, painfully slower now, almost taunting you.

“nah, i’ll call you back,” he says calmly, letting his eyes roam hungrily over you. “don’t wait up.”

he ends the call and tosses the phone aside, grabbing and pulling your hips back against him. “now where were we?”

haechan.

from a night that was supposed to be nothing but cuddling and movie marathons, haechan always found a way to get what he wanted. which was him on his stomach between your legs, tongue and lips working you open like he hadn’t eaten all day.

then, interrupting your blissful state, your phone starts ringing somewhere on the bed near your head.

haechan pauses, lips slick, nose and chin glistening. he blinks up at you. “uh-oh. someone’s calling.” you reach out for it blindly. “don’t—don’t answer it—”

he just grins and snatches the phone before you can grab it. “ooh, should we say hi?”

“hyuck, please—don’t—”

he presses speaker, sets the phone beside your head, and goes right back in, tongue flicking your clit while he listens for the voice on the other end.

“hello?” your back arches, one hand flying to cover your mouth as you try not to let a single sound slip out. “can’t talk right now,” he says innocently, lifting his head just enough to speak. “she’s a little…preoccupied.”

you whimper, and he leans up to lay open-mouthed kissws to your neck, keeping the phone between you. “say hi, baby.” his voice dripping sweetness, despite the sheer dirtiness of it all.

jaemin.

jaemin was holding you close from behind, buried deep inside you, his hips rolling in loving, torturous thrusts. your body’s pressed tight to his, one hand around your waist, the other snaked down between your thighs, drawing slow, small circles over your clit.

then, of course just to remind you of reality, his phone starts ringing somewhere behind him.

you both go still.

he lets out a low sigh and nuzzles further into your neck. “ignore it.”

“what if it’s important?” you asked, voice small.

he thrusts in again, deeper this time. “this is important.” your breath catches, and he grins against your skin.

“stay right here. let them call. let them leave a voicemail. i’m not worried about that right now.”

and just like that, you both fell back into your bubble of bliss.

chenle.

chenle was already late for work, but he just couldn’t leave without having you once. he’s standing between your legs, hands under your thighs as he fucks into you with messy, uneven thrusts. your ass is on the bathroom counter, head tipped back, with his teeth marking your neck.

your phone lights up in the sink next to you. “ugh,” you groan, but it comes out as more of a moan. “my phone—”

he looks over, sees the name, and laughs. “you’re not answering that.”

“but—” before you can finish, he picks it up and tosses it out into the hallway, where it hits the carpet with a soft thud.

“don’t have time,” he grins. “no distractions.”

“chenle!”

he smirks and pulls your hips to the edge of the counter, slamming into you even harder. “what? you want me to go get it?”

“fuck, no—don’t stop.”

“yeah, that’s what i thought.”

jisung.

his head was tipped back resting against the couch, legs spread wide, lips parted in a dazed little ‘oh’ as your hand worked his dick slow and steady. your tongue swipes teasingly along the tip, just enough to make his legs twitch.

he’s whining already, voice high. “b-baby—please—”

then your phone starts ringing on the coffee table, but you don’t even flinch. instead, you reach for it with a small smirk and hold it up to his ear with your clean hand. “answer it.”

his eyes go wide, tilting his head down to look at you. “w-what?”

you swirl your tongue over the head of his dick, then squeeze the base of him. “i said answer it.”

he fumbles to hit accept, failing hold back a broken moan. he answered after trying to clear his throat, breath shaky. “h-hello?”

you stroke him faster now, thumb sliding over him, and he nearly chokes on air trying to stay quiet.

“mm,” you hum, licking him slow, eyes on his face. “you’re doing so good, ji. talk to them for me.”

[ghostofhyuck]

you got something on your face. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

nct dream doing the smudged lipstick trend! 

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Mark Lee

Mark would probably gently wipe of the smudge and once the camera pans to him who's face is all covered with lipstick, you can see how he's all so giggly and smiley!! like he couldn't control his expression and how he fawns over you!! Has heart eyes on you and would probably squeeze your cheeks out because he just finds you so cute!

Huang Renjun

Also would be so gentle, like he's so gentle with the way he wipes the smudge and there's just so much cuteness and softness in his lipstick-covered face! You would probably break out to a smile first before giving him a kiss once again because you just find your artwork beautiful and you wanted to cover Renjun with more stains too!

Lee Jeno

Trust me that everyone will be so jealous because damn, the hands that wiped off the smudge??? then they proceed to see that your boyfriend is the most gorgeous man ever??? who's smiling widely while he's cover in lipstick stains? He'll curiously tilt his head as if he's so clueless that he's covered with lipstick stain but in the end you two break out for a laugh!

Lee Donghyuck

Oh this man wins the trend! He wants it! He wants to be showered with your kisses and leave lipsticks marks on him. Would probably be the type to have a smudge lipstick in his lips too lol. When the camera pans to him, he'll be smirking like a proud boyfriend that he is and then proceeds to hover over you, making you drop the phone. 

Na Jaemin

Jaemin would also have that lovestruck look on his face!! When he wipes off your lipstick he'll be gentle but would grab your cheeks gently to make you face him who all heart eyes, one hand resting on his chin with his face covered with lipstick marks. He'll probably gently drag your face closer so that he kiss you on the lips too! oh he's so smug about it !!!

Zhong Chenle

Chenle would have that blank expression when the camera shifts on him, but the lipstick marks are so painfully obvious due to his pale skin, you'll be the one who's all giggling and smiling, but when you gave Chenle a kiss on the lips, his blank expression breaks out to a smile, making you two laugh. Probably steals a kiss on you too!

Park Jisung

His hands !!! Had viewers saying damn,,, and then the owner of those hands is a huge, shy boy who's other hand is trying to cover his lipstick stained face. He'll probably stare at you to look for assurance and you will only give him a smile, in the end, Jisung faces the camera to show off your artwork but will laugh off because he was too shy about it!!