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mrkis · 7 months
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nct dream reaction :: getting horny unintentionally
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𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗? 〚YES〛/ 〚𝗡𝗢✗〛 ⟶ requests are closed.
AUTHORS NOTE. was talking abt this with @haechrry a while back and i almost passed away so i had to write it. also, a biiiiiig thank you to @dollyji who helped give ideas for chenle and jisungs (mwah). also again this isn’t proofread it’s currently 5am so if you notice any mistakes, no you don’t <3
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. . . 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞
mark always has his hand on resting on your thigh, both intentional and unintentional. you learnt over time that this specific form of physical touch comforted him, made him feel at ease, grounded him whenever he was stuck in his own head. the touch comforted you too and you didn't have any problem with it, but it was the strokes of his fingers and the grabbing of your flesh that turned a sweet moment into a moment of want and need. you wanted nothing more than to grip his hand and shove it in between your thighs to where you yearned for him the most.
you're stuck in one of those moments, eyeing his hand that rests on your thigh, watching his fingers drum against your skin as he hums a tune under his breath all while staring down at his phone in his other hand. he has no idea what he's doing to you.
"what are you looking at?" he suddenly asks you and your head snaps up to meet his eyes, noticing that he's staring at with you an unreadable glint. "what's up?"
"nothing" you shake your head, but you press your lips together with a deep exhale as you start to feel mark's fingers knead into your skin. "do you know what you're doing?"
"no?" he frowns before his attention dart down to his hand, realisation creeping over him. "oh" he gives you a boyish grin, something you immediately want to kiss off of his face. "i didn't know me doing something so simple turned you on so much"
"everything you do turns me on"
"i can do something about that, if you want?" mark suggests as he shuts off his phone and places it down, turning to face you fully as he leans in close, "just open your legs a little wider for me, baby"
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. . . 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡
he’s just standing there. he’s just standing half naked with a towel hanging loosely off of his hips as he rummages through your drawers to look for his sleepwear. yet there’s something about him standing half naked in your room that has your mind running wild.
the imprint of his cock pressing against the material of the towel has your mouth watering, the water droplets that slide down his chest does nothing to help calm your feral thoughts and you can almost feel yourself beginning to drool when his body turns to face you, throwing a clean shirt and boxers down on the bed.
you watch with hungry eyes as he tugs the towel off his hips, letting it fall to the ground as he reaches for his boxers to put them on but your quicker, leaping over the bed covers to snatch them up, causing him to make a noise of surprise as he looks at you with wide eyes.
“i need to get dressed” he chuckles when he sees you hold the item close to your chest. “baby, come on…”
“i don’t think you’ll be needing them” you say truthfully and you see a smile start to form on his lips.
“and why’s that?”
“because i’m going to suck your cock” you tell him, noticing how his cock twitches at your words. “and then you’re going to fuck me. after that, we’ll shower together to not waste water… and maybe we’ll go for round two”
“yeah? is that right?” he asks you and you nod immediately. “alright. get on your knees for me then and suck me off so i can fuck you good”
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. . . 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢
it's supposed to be a romantic date night with you and jeno, enjoying the midnight sky after a hefty meal and a few drinks, wrapped up in each others arms as you enjoy your alone time together.
but the situation you're in doesn't feel romantic in the slightest, in fact you're feeling a little hot and aroused being pressed up against a railing with jeno standing behind you, chin resting on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your middle, his body flush against yours as he takes in the scenery.
you can feel him, all of him. his cock pressing between your ass cheeks which is covered by a flimsy skirt and every breath he takes, it presses more into you, caging you between him and the railing.
your pussy aches for him, desperate to flip up your skirt and push your underwear to the side to have him so easily slide into you and fuck you right here in public, for anyone to see, but you know that's not going to happen.
"this is supposed to be a romantic date night yet you're grinding your ass against my cock like a bitch in heat" you hear him murmur into your ears and you mewl softly, doing nothing to stop your actions as you continue pushing back into him and he grips your hips tight, hissing through his teeth. "keep going and i'll bend you over this railing, let the whole city hear you scream my name"
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. . . 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡
the position of haechan laying between your thighs, head resting on your belly as he watches something on his phones screen has you feeling weak in the knees. his breath fans against your skin, his hair tickles you every time he moves, the light pecks he gives you randomly has you squeezing your thighs around his shoulders.
he coos, taking it as a sign of you hugging him and he stokes you, delicate fingers tracing shapes on your skin, not realising the damage he’s causing to you and your poor panties that are probably soaked in arousal, feeling uncomfortably sticky on your folds.
you try to manoeuvre around to get some friction, to feel anything that could satisfy the need for him and the way he slowly turns his head to look at you could almost be deemed as comical if it wasn’t for his darkened gaze.
“i know what you’re doing” he says, completely disregarding his phone as it drops to the bed sheets. “i know me laying between your legs like this is turning you on. Do you think you’re sneaky?”
you cant help but scoff, “You knew yet you didn’t do anything about it?”
“just wanted to see if you’d beg me” he states nonchalantly, pressing his hands on your thighs to spread them apart further, smirking as he sees the damp patch on your shorts. “do it, baby. beg me”
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. . . 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡
“fuck, why is this so hard?” you hear jaemin curse under his breath from the kitchen and your brows pull together at the sound, peering your head around the doorframe to see your shirtless boyfriend staring down at a recipe on the countertop, palms flat against the surface and muscles bulging as he leans in to take a closer look.
he grumbles and curses again, mumbling something about the ingredients as he runs his fingers through his hair and let’s put a frustrated sigh, craning his neck back to reveal his adams apple.
the sight, undoubtedly, is arousing. seeing jaemin so worked up and cursing over something so simple has you feeling a little hot and bothered, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watch him roll his shoulders back with a grunt and he goes to turn, seemingly heading towards the cabinets but stops in his tracks as he sees you, leaning against the doorframe with a familiar glint in your eyes.
“how long have you been standing there?”
“long enough” you answer, clearly checking him out as your eyes roam over his chest and down to his vline where the rest his hidden by a pair of sweatpants that hang from his hips. “what are you doing?”
“was hungry, tried following a new recipe” he explains to you with a grin, drumming his fingers against the countertop as he looks at you, gaze turning sultry. “although if you come over here and sit your pretty little ass down in front of me, i may be hungry for something else”
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. . . 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘
“did you see that? that was such bullshit… what the fuck? how can someone be so dumb? so clueless? i swear, they do this shit on purpose. stupid fucking idiots—”
you’re salivating at the mouth hearing chenle curse out the players on the tv screen, too engrossed in the game to notice how much of an effect his rant seems to have on you.
chenle getting riled up over anything and everything is definitely one of your favourite versions of him, seeing the annoyance and anger swimming in his irises, face red and teeth grit together. he doesn’t get riled up at you per se, it’s at everything else that pisses him off. (even though sometimes, you do wish it was you, hence why you always act like a brat in the bedroom).
eyeing him up, seeing how his jaw clenches makes you want to push at his shoulders to lay him down flat and smother his face more than ever, and with his fists clenching at his sides makes you yearn for him to manhandle you in his grip and have you in any way he prefers.
but it was him clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth and poking at his cheek in frustration that makes you snap, hands gripping his shoulders and laying him back against the sofa cushions, climbing onto his lap and tugging his belt through the loops of his jeans.
“really? that easy?” he chides you, brow raising as if to say he was in disbelief. but with how he’s growing harder beneath your palm, you know he’s feeling the exact same way as you. “come on then, princess. sit on my face while i fuck your mouth”
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. . . 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚
you’re supposed to be finishing up the latest episode of a tv show, promising to get it over and done with to spill your thoughts and theories with your bestie over text. but you struggle to complete the task when you can see jisung in the corner of your eye fiddle with his hands, twisting the rings that he’s wearing around his fingers and pressing down on his knuckles to crack them all while whispering lowly beneath his breath—lyrics of a song that sounds a little suggestive due to his tone.
you try to not take any more notice but you find yourself in a difficult position with him leaning against you and hearing the whispers so clearly in your ear and the movements of his fingers. you fidget in your seat, clearing your throat as you try to collect your thoughts all while the arousal builds, pussy clenching around nothing as you squeeze your thighs together.
“why’d you keep moving so much?” jisung suddenly asks you and you freeze, almost feeling a little silly at being caught.
“you’re distracting me”
he cocks his head to the side innocently, “i am?”
“yes” you nod. “i can hear you whispering the lyrics to that song and playing with your fingers… it’s distracting”
“is it?” jisung asks again this time, but his voice is low and sultry, causing you to turn to look at him in surprise as he smiles at you. “want me to whisper how much i want to fuck you in your ear while i finger you? i can do that if you want”
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yrqrnc · 3 months
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nct dream reaction . . . giving them a peck on the nose !
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MARK ☆
it’s early in the morning when you wake up to find him already awake and staring at you. he has one arm wrapped around you, your head falling onto his chest, and he has this whipped grin on his face as he tiredly plays with your hair, and that’s when you push your face up, closer against his—you catch a glimpse of him closing his eyes—and peck his nose. then he just laughs and goes “what was that”, calling you cute over and over again.
RENJUN ☆
he’s really just chilling, watching something on his phone as he lays on the bed, when you randomly choose to walk up to him, grab his face in your hands and press a tender kiss onto his nose. he goes completely quiet for a moment, blinking confusedly, before breaking out in the softest smile. he throws his phone to the side and instead, pulls you into him by the shoulder as he kisses your temple in return.
JENO ☆
you’re cuddling on the couch as a movie of your pick plays on the tv screen when a funny scene comes up and jeno giggles. he’s only laughing, yet, it manages to pull at your heartstrings and you find yourself wanting to kiss the life out of the man besides you. but you hold back, giving him a kiss on the nose instead, and he turns to smile so sweetly at you, his eyesmile in clear view, before he leans down to peck your nose right back.
HAECHAN ☆
he’s playing games on his computer when you feel this sudden wave of love hit you and you’re all touch-starved and full of love to give now. it results in you quietly sneak into his room to go up and snake your arms around him in a back-hug as he’s sitting on his chair. he gives you a quick smile but turns right back to the screen to continue playing, and you, being the patient person you were, decide to let him complete the round, though not really letting go of your hold on his back the entire time. and when he finally wins, he doesn’t even get the chance to tell you about it, you’ve already grabbed his face with your sweater paws and placed a very wholesome kiss on the tip of his nose. the next thing you know, you’re getting attacked showered in kisses by him.
JAEMIN ☆
he’s laying in bed; you managed to convince him to rest after a very busy week, so now he’s just chilling on the bed, attempting to take a little nap. that’s when you pop in after finishing off your tasks, and join him on the bed, getting comfy quickly. it feels so natural as you both cuddle up together, but you catch him off guard when you press a kiss onto his nose. he goes blank for a second, but then soon, he’s peppering your face with kisses all over, suddenly striken with this ball of energy. i think you might've chased all his sleep away 😠
CHENLE ☆
he's scrolling through his phone on the bed, watching some random reels, when you decide to jump onto his lap without any warning. he’s so startled at first, he goes all 🐬🐬🐬🐬🐬 and then he realizes it’s you, and that you’re just in one of your moods today, and he's like "oh. well, anyway," and goes on with his day 💀 what he didn’t expect you to do was kiss him on the nose so gently and adorably— that he just melts internally, and he can’t even wipe off the grin on his face that just screams "ok maybe i am in love with this person."
JISUNG ☆
you were babbling on about something that happened the other day, when you hear jisung softly muttering a “cute.” under his breath as he listened on to you. he has this fond look in his eyes as he looks at you, and all you were doing was just telling him the gossip of yesterday???? you pause the talk, instead, reaching your hand out to grab his face and pull him in to give a peck on the nose, because how could you resist the urge to kiss such a pretty man, right? when you pull away, you’re met with the boy blushing in a disgustingly adorable way, and you find that now, it’s your turn to say “cute.”
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neochan · 3 months
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≡ 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒! (𝟏𝟖+)
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「 MEMBERS 」 ⋮ mark lee, huang renjun, lee jeno, na jaemin, lee haechan, zhong chenle, park jisung
≣ content warning ⋮ perverted, depraved, & taboo thoughts, nerd!mark, cnc / dubcon, innocence stealer!chenle, somnophilia, mentions of weed usage as a form of coercion, too strong!jeno, manhandling, rough!jeno, degradation, religious sacrilege, corrupt church boy!jaemin, slight humiliation, corruption, ra!renjun, manipulative!renjun, cocaine usage.
≣ a.note ⋮ i'm smoking weed and listening to old hiphop, what else was i supposed to do other than write these cute little perv drabbles :) give me a like, a follow, or a reblog.
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⩩ mark lee ⋮ so what if he's a 'nerd'. he doesn't care if you make fun of him in class with all your friends. he shrugs it off like no big deal. it really wasn't a big deal, until you brought up his dick size. see, mark isn't one of those guys whose ego gets shot from small dick jokes. but when the joke leaves your pretty little mouth, well something shifts in the pit of his stomach. he still shrugs it off though, until you're walking home from class, skirt swishing back and forth just barely covering the swell of your ass. good little girls should know better... it was easy, really. clamping a hand over your lips puckered in a silent scream. and then to drag you back to his car. oh, it was so, so easy. in fact, you really wanted it. the way you spread your legs, revealing a patch of arousal on the seat of your lacy panties. how you willingly helped him slip them to the side. the way you moaned his name when he slid into your puffy cunt, tits pressing against his chest and eyes locked on his. you begged for him to keep going. for him to go harder. so he did. again, and again, and again. until you could barely walk when he dumped you outside the front of your dorm. but sure enough, you stayed quiet in class the next day...
⩩ huang renjun ⋮ renjun has an addiction. it's not porn - not technically. it's not cocaine, or nicotine. he's not an alcoholic, yet still, he felt the withdrawal all too much. he was addicted to you. or, your body, rather. he dreamed of it, hands reaching up to cup your tits, cock sunk deep in your pussy, spit dribbling down the side of your mouth as you lost yourself on him. and when he woke up, aching and hard, he had no choice but to pathetically jerk off to the remnants of the memory. he thought about putting cameras in your room, maybe the womens showers, to capture you. something he can have as a keepsake of this obsession. see, he had access. he was your resident advisor. he could do that. but then he found out from a little birdie that his star resident in room two oh twelve used her daddies money to buy coke off her dealer boyfriend. see that...that was the key. all he had to do was used that as bait to convince you. and he did. one night, at a stupid party he was supposed to shut down, he saw you snort a line off the living room table. next thing he knew, you were upstairs, tears welling in your eyes, pleading with him not to tell. you would do anything. anything.
⩩ lee jeno ⋮ really, his strength was his best asset. but he's never had someone put up this much of a fight. seriously, after one good hair pull and a hand around the throat, girls usually let up. but you... you were fun. you were a challenge. you push back, hands slapping against his chest to combat him. all he does is snarl and shove harder, pressing your back against the kitchen counter. his biceps flex with the exertion of grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the marble. you thrash around still, until he twists your body so sharply, you cry out. he chuckles, "god i love you." he presses his stiffening cock against you, circling his hips to gain some sort of friction, "feel that? you're driving me crazy." a few half-hearted attempts at getting free does nothing for you, instead, it spins you around so now your chest was pressed flat against the cold surface. he transfers your wrists into one giant hand, and uses his other to yank down your bottoms. "...and you're soaked. fuck, y/n. gonna give you what you need. gonna fuck this stupid attitude outta you, yeah?" your walls flutter around his uninvited fingers, "ahhh, you like that, you sick fuck. want me to fuck you into submission. make you a real good girl for me. gonna train you to take me, and only me." he doesn't even feel you resist anymore, because you give up. you let him use your body until he's spent, and even then, you let him use your mouth. anything for him. anything for jeno.
⩩ na jaemin ⋮ he wasn't a god. but at this moment, with his entire world peering up through wet lashes, on bruised knees...well, he surely felt like one. it didn't help that he stood overtop your broken figure on the edge of the alter. he caresses your jaw and gives you a smile full of pearly white teeth that gleam in the stained glass shadows, "speak." with tears welling in your eyes at the command, it takes a second, but eventually your hoarse voice echoes out, "forgive me father for i have sinned." you see, jaemin wasn't a priest, but he took your confessions as if he was one. he wanted you to bare your soul to him. your perverted, depraved, sick thoughts. he doesn't speak though, just cocks an eyebrow and crouches down so that he was eye level. you continue, "i-, this is so...embarrassing, gosh, i don't..." he gives your jaw a squeeze, making the words tumble out, "i did it again. i... i touched myself again..it's wrong, i- i know, but he, you...plague my mind." your voice quiets the longer his gaze burns into you. but nothing compares to the image that burns brighter in his mind. your innocent fingers slipping between plush thighs, jaemin being the temptation you couldn't withstand. it made him feel fucking good. "it's okay darling, god forgives you, i forgive you..." he stands up again and reaches a hand down to toy with the buckle of his belt, "but with sin comes punishment." he undoes the latch and slowly slips it from the belt loops of his dress pants. the sound makes you flinch, a whisper escaping your pouted lips, "oh god." heat surges through his veins, almost bringing him to his knees, "no angel, i'm not god. i'll be more forgiving than any god. i'll be gentle, i'll liberate you from all sin. i'll make you good. my darling, i'll make you pure again."
⩩ lee haechan ⋮ yeah, he did it on purpose, so what. technically, he didn't force you to inhale, he simply stuck the blunt between your fingers and called it a day. admittedly, you did exactly what he wanted, but he chalked that up to good luck, and the devil on his side. watching you slowly revert to a rambling, squirmy mess made his cock stir in his jeans. and when you got all cuddly, snuggling up to his chest and dragging him closer, well, what else was he supposed to do other than stick his tongue in your mouth and push you back against the arm of the couch. you came on to him, really. either way, the night led with his tongue down your throat, and his hand up your skirt. and still, when he pushes your panties to the side and slips a finger into your cunt, his suspicions are confirmed. your arousal dripped down his wrists, a testament to how much you truly wanted him. really, he was doing you a service. an act of kindness. "be still baby" he growled, forcing your legs wider apart. you whimpered and whined, body holding still but head rolling on your shoulders. "hyuckie.." you kept mewling, and with each sound of his name, he grew harder and harder. it felt like he might burst if he didn't bury his cock in you right this minute. so he does. sloppily, because he was high too, but he does. and it's slow, and messy, and sick. and he loved every fucking second. god, he can't wait to do this to you, no, with you, again.
⩩ zhong chenle ⋮ stealing innocence, robbing naivety, corrupting purity... whatever people call that, chenle calls a normal everyday thought. he hasn't really fucked you yet, only teased you. he's coerced you into letting him touch your cunt, but only the soft skin on the outside. you've let him touch your breasts, but never the sensitive bud in the center. you also let him toy with your ass one time, but the second he tried to slip a finger inside, you pushed him off and told him to wait. nothing could happen before marriage. but chenle was tired of waiting. he was bored of watching you through the camera in the shower. sick of touching himself beside your sleeping figure - the only time he could shift your legs in your sleep to poke at your clothed cunt. just rubbing you through the satin material of your pajama bottoms got him off, but he needed more. this time, he was able to wriggle your shorts down around your ankles, and what a sight it was. oh he was gonna have so much fun. one finger, two fingers, his tongue, eventually working his way up to the tip of his cock. pushing in, not too much to make you stir... just enough to tease himself. you were so tight, so untouched. it was obvious he was your first, and it took everything in him to hold back. tomorrow night...tomorrow night will be the night he fucks you full, until you're leaking his cum. until you're his. ruined for him only.
⩩ park jisung ⋮ jisung hates how you think of him. not just you, but everyone really. see, he's not just the maknae. he doesn't want the baby voice, or the coddling, or the fucking head pats. if you really knew what he was capable of, maybe you'd think twice before treating him like a kid all the time. if you could see the way he fucks his fist, fingers twisted in the sheets of his bed, or knuckles jammed between his teeth... the things he thought about; you sitting on his cock, forced to take every inch of him, even when the tears well over the brim of your eyelashes. cunt full of his fingers while he sucked and nipped at your breasts. the bruises he'd leave on every inch of your skin. how he fantasizes about pushing you to the floor and stuffing his cock down your throat until you were thrashing for just a small breath of air. he doesn't get off on hurting you, no, he could never do that. but making you see just how much stronger he was.. how he could force you onto your knees, and rough you up a bit until your swollen lips screamed his name. well, maybe then you'd stop treating him like some dumb kid.
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leejenowrld · 8 days
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soft and slow sex with - nct dream reactions
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soft and slow sex with mark is characterized by a deep sense of emotional connection and mutual trust. he values the intimacy and vulnerability shared between you, savoring each moment of closeness and affection. mark's touches are gentle and reassuring, as he seeks to provide you with comfort and pleasure throughout the lovemaking. he enjoys exploring your body with tenderness and care, focusing on creating a sense of harmony and unity between you. with mark, soft and slow sex is a celebration of love and intimacy, a sacred bond shared between two souls deeply connected to each other.
mark's voice is a soft whisper against your skin as he trails kisses along your neck. "i love you," he murmurs, his words filled with sincerity and warmth. you can feel the love in every touch, every caress, as he cherishes the connection between you. his movements are slow and deliberate, his hands exploring your body with gentle reverence. "you mean everything to me," he whispers, his breath mingling with yours as he holds you close. with mark, soft and slow sex is more than just physical pleasure—it's a beautiful expression of love and devotion, a testament to the depth of your bond.
soft and slow sex with renjun is characterized by tender affection and gentle intimacy. he enjoys taking his time to explore you, savoring each moment of closeness and connection. renjun's touches are gentle and loving, as he focuses on providing you with pleasure and ensuring you feel cherished and adored throughout the experience. his movements are unhurried and deliberate, allowing both of you to fully immerse yourselves in the sensations and emotions of the moment.
"you're so beautiful," renjun whispers, his voice barely above a breath as he presses soft kisses along your collarbone. "i love you more than words can express." his words are filled with genuine affection, each syllable carrying the weight of his emotions. as he trails his fingertips along your skin, he gazes into your eyes with adoration, his gaze filled with warmth and tenderness. "you mean everything to me," he murmurs, his lips grazing yours in a gentle kiss. with renjun, soft and slow sex is more than just physical—it's a soulful connection, a shared moment of love and intimacy that transcends the physical realm.
soft and slow sex with jeno is a deeply intimate and sensual experience. he relishes the opportunity to express his love and desire for you through unhurried and passionate lovemaking. jeno's touches are tender yet purposeful, as he explores you with reverence and adoration. he enjoys creating a sense of anticipation and longing, teasing and tantalizing you with slow and deliberate movements that build to a crescendo of pleasure and intimacy. with jeno, every moment is savored and cherished, as he seeks to create lasting memories of love and connection with you.
"you're my everything," jeno whispers, his voice a tender melody in the quiet intimacy of the moment. his hands caress your skin with a gentle touch, each stroke igniting a spark of desire within you. "i love every moment with you," he confesses, his breath warm against your ear as he pulls you closer. with each word, each touch, you feel his love surrounding you, wrapping you in a cocoon of affection and passion. as you melt into his embrace, the world fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the sweet ecstasy of your connection. with jeno, soft and slow sex becomes a symphony of love, a delicate dance of souls intertwined in blissful harmony.
soft and vanilla intimate sex with donghyuck is a delicate dance of passion and tenderness. his touch is gentle yet electrifying, sending shivers down your spine as you lose yourself in the warmth of his embrace. as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, his words carry a sense of longing and devotion that fills you with a deep sense of intimacy.
"i adore you," he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm against your neck. you feel a rush of affection wash over you, overwhelmed by the depth of his love and affection. with each loving caress, donghyuck communicates his desire to make you feel cherished and adored, his touch a gentle reminder of the bond that binds you together. in his arms, soft and vanilla sex becomes a sacred expression of your love, a testament to the unbreakable connection you share.
soft and vanilla intimate sex with jaemin is like being wrapped in a warm embrace, every touch and caress filled with tenderness and affection. he cherishes every moment spent with you, savoring the intimacy and connection that blooms between you. as his lips meet yours in soft, sweet kisses, you feel a sense of tranquility wash over you, melting into his embrace with ease.
"i love you," he whispers against your lips, his voice filled with sincerity and adoration. you return his affectionate gaze, feeling a surge of warmth in your heart as you bask in the depth of his love. with each gentle movement, he communicates his desire to make you feel cherished and loved, his touch igniting a spark of passion that burns slowly and steadily between you. in jaemin’s strong arms, soft and vanilla sex becomes a beautiful expression of the profound bond you share, a testament to the depth of your love and connection.
for chenle, soft and slow sex is all about emotional connection and romantic intimacy. he values the closeness and affection shared between you, savoring every touch and caress exchanged. chenle's lovemaking is tender and attentive, as he focuses on expressing his love and devotion through each gentle movement and gesture. he enjoys whispering sweet words of affection and admiration to you, creating an atmosphere of warmth and tenderness that enhances your connection and deepens your bond.
"i adore you," chenle murmurs softly as he traces patterns along your skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "you're so beautiful, so precious to me," he adds, his voice laced with genuine affection. you feel a warmth spread through you at his words, knowing they come from the depths of his heart. with each tender caress, he reaffirms his love for you, creating an intimate space where only your connection matters. in this moment, there is nothing but the two of you, lost in the embrace of love and desire.
soft and slow sex with jisung is a tender and affectionate experience filled with warmth and intimacy. he values the emotional connection and closeness shared between you, cherishing each moment spent in your arms. jisung's lovemaking is gentle and attentive, as he seeks to express his love and devotion through every touch and caress. he enjoys exploring your body with tender affection, eliciting soft sighs and whispers of pleasure from your lips. jisung's movements are slow and deliberate, allowing both of you to fully immerse yourselves in the sensations of the moment. with jisung, soft and slow sex is a beautiful expression of love and intimacy, a precious gift shared between two souls deeply in love with each other.
"i love you," jisung whispers against your skin, his breath warm against your neck as he holds you close. "more than anything in this world," he adds, his voice filled with sincerity and adoration. you feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his love for you. "you mean everything to me," he continues, peppering soft kisses along your jawline. you melt into his embrace, feeling cherished and valued beyond measure. in this moment, there is only the two of you, bound together by a love that knows no bounds.
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diorcities · 1 month
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⠀   ⠀ ── ꒡⌓꒡ ... nct dream most likely to 💭 enjoy / being turned on by thigh riding genre smut pairing afab reader x nct dream wc 0,6k
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jeno. he likes to assert dominance, and he also seems to be the type who likes to keep his girl pleased and satisfied, jeno seems like someone who likes to use and resort to various options, especially if it's about showing how strong he can be, so he wouldn't just rely on penetrative sex to do it. besides having sex standing up because he's able to carry you, he'd also toy you around like a doll, make you sit on one of his flexed thighs, using his strength to rock you back and forth, rubbing your core against his dress thigh until it gets soak wet and has you're all relieved and weeping.
mark. he's quite suggestive, so he gets turned on by anything you do. if you touch his stomach, if you brush his hair a little too long. that doesn't mean anyone can have that power over him, that part is only reserved for you. so obviously the only reaction you'll have when riding his thigh is for the guy to have the biggest erection of his life. he would enjoy it almost as much as you do. poor guy would be so carried away by the sensation of your pussy soaking his leg that he could cum undone without there being any direct interaction with his cock. (he'd be pretty embarrassed, though it's not the first time it has happened)
jisung. he's not as naïve as he seems. in fact, he'd be the one who'd bring up all the things he wants to do with you. it'd be something both would enjoy, not because he gets to receive something in return but because he gets entertained in the process. nothing more amusing for him than to see his pretty girl looking so flushed and trembling only by his thigh. jisung looks like someone playful and the kind of guy who likes to experiment with how he can achieve pleasure.
haechan. he'd be okay with it. maybe it depends on the mood he's in at the moment, but other than that, a guy's not feeling it. of course, he'd let you do it after you beg him and he gets to fill his ego a little. haechan's a tease, so if he happens to know you want that, he'd pull out every dirty move like making you sit on his thigh for nothing to happen for a solid minute so that he can flex his muscles randomly for you to feel it there; unless you take the matter on your own hands, it's not likely to happen. he's volatile, and he likes to keep you guessing. you never know when it comes to him.
jaemin. boy doesn't get it. he gets the part where he fingers you, or eats you out, but the thigh riding thing... simply not his thing. he'd be amused when he sees you being so carried away just by the friction against his skin, at least he gets that. would talk you through it and get turned on when only when you cum and your body jerks under his touch because of the sounds you make. jaemin is very conventional and loves trying new things with you, but he'd stick with the most vanilla part.
renjun. someone who would resort to phantom imagination and be stimulated by the rush of seeing you mostly. during the whole time, guy's imagine you swaying like that on his cock rather than his thigh. renjun has a sub energy (argue w the wall) so he needs more stimulus than your soaked pussy against his skin because he's more of a contact person and the act itself won't do much if you don't tease with a rule that restricts him from touching you while you fuck his thigh.
chenle. shamelessly touches himself while you're jerking on his thigh. the part he doesn't see through is why you preferred that over his dick, but he'd let you carry with it. this guy would make you ride it the same way he would scroll through his phone when he's bored. probably would stop you just when you're about to cum if he's in his usual teasing mood. unless you cry a little; it'd make his cock twitch under his pants. likes to spoil you even though he doesn't get it.
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jenosz · 11 months
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‘selfie pls’ with, nct dream
my pretty boys… deep sigh… also sorry for being ia again i got rv tickets n i’ve been working non stop !!!!! masterlist <3
warning: mature themes they r m*n after all :,)
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alicanta77 · 11 months
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NCT Dream Reaction: You sitting in their lap
Mark:
this boy gets stressed
like properly stressed
he needs you often after a long day at work
and that comes in the form of cuddles
just place yourself on top of his and hold him tight
extra points if you play with his hair
you’ll probably hear some happy grumbles from him he purrs like a cat
as he feels like all the weight he carries around is completely lifted
and the relaxation suddenly takes over his being
another of his favourite times for this
is if you visit him at practice
just settle yourself in his lap during a break
and mark will curl up into you
relishing his short break
before you know it he suddenly has more energy to finish his practice
motivated by spending time with you once he’s done
you better have more cuddles ready for later
Renjun:
he likes hugs and moments like this
but probably not for a prolonged time
he’d rather you cuddled into his side if you were going to stay in that position
even with that being said
every now and then he will just wordlessly reach over and pull your onto his lap
just needs comfort
and that means he needs you as close as you could possibly be
so squeeze him tight
and definitely loves it if you pair it with a kiss on his forehead
one of the positions where he will just dissolve his “tough guy” act
and let you take care of him and baby him as much as you like
you could squish his cheeks together and kiss the pout that forms and he’d love it
something about this just makes him all mushy
Jeno:
definitely one of the ones who likes this the most
happens most often when he’s gaming
he really loves it when he’s gaming and you just come in and sit on him
that way he can cuddle you as well as play his game
like both of his favourites ways to relax at the same time
video games and you
you’ve accepted his love for games by now
in the habit of placing soft kisses on your temple in between levels/rounds
likes how protective it makes him feel about you
you just curl up into him as he holds you close
though jeno would never admit it
he adores moments like that
feelings as though you trust him enough to fall asleep on him
leaving it to him to care for you
he would do it willingly for the rest of his life
Donghyuck:
if you sit on his lap he will not be letting go part 1
this makes him so smug
like LOOK AT MY BABY THEY’VE CHOSEN ME THEY LOVE ME
10000000% will wrap his arms around you and bury his face into you and swing you from side to side
honestly you think he’s gonna accidentally throw you off him
but he never does
and whenever you bring it up he always says the same thing
“i would never let you go”
like jeno
loves when you sit on his lap when he’s gaming
it stops him from raging out if he loses or dies so that’s a plus
as are the unlimited kissed and cuddles he gets to give you
and by god he takes advantage of that
peppering kisses all over your face in between levels and stopping just as suddenly
but when he’s done gaming he’ll just sit there cuddling you
you’ve fallen asleep like this many times before
Jaemin:
if you sit on his lap he will not be letting go part 2
sit on his lap and you’re stuck there until he says so
and no you are not allowed to disagree or complain
and if you try you better be prepared cause you will get hit with the BIGGEST puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen this boy produce
jaemin needs physical contact of some kind at all times
preferably he would be completely stuck to you but that’s not possible
so he adores the moments when he can be close to you
so having you sit in his lap allows him to wrap his arms around you and pull you into him
it doesn’t matter if you’re facing him or facing away from him
he just wants you sat in his lap so that he can hold you
will probably make sure all the other seats around you have something or someone on them
just so he can say:
“don’t worry y/n you can sit here”
and pull you onto his lap with a smile and kiss
Chenle:
this would probably be very playful between the two of you
like he’ll pull you onto his lap and tickle your sides
he just loves to hear the genuine laughter that it pulls out of you
like the snorts and voice breaks kind of laughter
and he loves that he’s the reason for that
or he’ll pull you in then nuzzle into your neck
moving his nose around and holding you tight so you can’t escape
once again to hear your laughter
chenle is very fond of affection but he rarely takes it serious
he fully believes that laughter is the best medicine
so all his cuddles will result in you laughing in some way or another
whether that’s through corny jokes or tickles he will make you laugh
it’s through these giggles though that you’ll catch him whisper his affections of “i love you”
and it makes the moment even more perfect
Jisung:
he would prefer it if this only happened in private
mostly because you both know you would be subjected to an enormous amount of teasing if it happened around the boys
but he loves cuddles like this
he’ll be sat on the edge of the bed and just pull you onto him
wants you to be facing him so that he can look at your face as well
wrap your legs around him as well and he will just melt
i mean this boy will become putty in your hands
he also tends to completely lose track of time
i mean he could probably live like this if it was possible
correction
he would give literally anything for moments like this to last forever
while he can struggle with physical affection at times
this comes so easily to him
it’s almost become second nature to reach for you and pull you close to him
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yongislong · 1 year
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ideal types + dreamies.
genre: fluff? haha
note: ty anon! i hope this is what you meant! this is just my opinion btw i don't know what these mfs like, i tried not to do body types or anything like that bc... ya lol. lmk if anything comes across as harmful! not proofread...
mark... would probably want someone who is just very chill in general. an ambivert for sure. someone very genuine, personable and freindly. someone who can go with the flow but is also so naturally funny. he laughs at everything so that shouldn't be too hard LMAO. loves people who have good music taste. LOOVE a street style type of person. dancer maybe?? someone who he can spend alone time with and fully drop any act he feels he needs to put up. someone who makes him feel safe and comforted. i don't think height matters to him since i think he's pretty secure with himself! likes someone with a loud laugh hehe. someone poc probably. prefers longer hair but will hype you up no matter what you look like because he genuinely finds you perfect. someone who hypes him up as well
renjun... someone artsy for sure! probably someone softer and a more... calming? aura? if he can sit in silence with you and still feel fulfilled i think that's perfect for him. someone shorter maybe? likes full cheeks. doesn't really matter what style for him tbh, he has a pretty dark academia style so if you're similar that cool but if you can change the way he dresses and have him explore new things, he is so down for that. someone who supports him and comforts him when he's having a hard week/month/etc. someone who likes cafes and museums. likes unique features. bubbly personality but also someone who is silently observant. a sucker for intelligent ppl
jeno... hmm... someone cool for sure. likes darker styles i feel like? but also likes it when you dress in lighter colors and stuff as well! doesn't matter what length your hair is, but likes pixie cuts tbh. i feel like he likes more quirky people since he can be a bit serious sometimes. shy boy/excited cute partner trope for sure. someone more assertive. nice smile so you can both be known as the cute smile couple muahaha. like someone who he can go on hikes with and someone who likes nature, dogs and enjoys being more adventurous. would like someone to nurture him tbh, like not baby him but... can take care of him and make him feel loved and relaxed. likes to feel wanted and manly most of the time though. giving very wattpad bad boy whos also a sweetheart?
haechan... someone shy probably so he can be brought back down to earth LMAO but again!!! i think as long as he clicks with someone, he won't really mind. likes to reassure his partner but also likes someone who is driven and passionate about something. would enjoy being around someone who enjoys watching movies and tv. looots of movie dates. someone in a more vintage style would be very intriguing to him. likes people out of the norm. think of chae from twice in regards to style. someone confident no matter what people say about them. likes to be able to have emotional conversations and be open about issues so someone more mature in that aspect would be appreciated. likes clingy people tbh. someone who's probably a bit more structured
jaemin... likes people who are hard to understand. likes people who dress and act however they want to. would support you no matter what LMAO. someone respectful and polite and full of love. animal lover. he pegs me as the type of person who goes for personality more than anything else, if he finds you attractive its just a plus LOL. definitely someone who's an ambivert. someone who can keep up when he's more excited/extroverted but also someone who can sit, cuddle, cook and read in silence with. definitely someone cute! especially if they seem more intimidating on the outside. he finds that juxtaposition really charming. maybe someone short but i don't think it would make or break anything. a poc lover, SLAAYY. hates try-hards or pick me's. someone who can give him confidence and vice versa
chenle... someone more emotionally mature and go with the flow. someone who is consistent. probably someone smart but not necessarily academically? like someone who is wise! life smart LOL. someone who enjoys cooking and shopping together. likes someone who is able to drive him forward if he feels stuck. someone who's really nice. like really REALLY nice. someone who can teach him good values and helps him see life through different perspectives. doesn't really care too much about style, i can't see him being with someone who is heavy heavy into fashion unless its more leaned towards street wear. just someone really cool, yknow? enjoys introverts because he likes to be able to be the only person to see you come out of your shell
jisung... short extrovert HAHA. he's pretty tall so tbh... most people are shorter than him so it doesn't really matter. but i love the trope of him being super quiet with a partner who enjoys peppering his face in kisses and bragging about him to all their friends. carefree person for sure. someone who can let him look at hard situations and help him alleviate his anxiety and let him know everything is gonna be okay because he's trying his best. likes darker styles. i think of like 2014 tumblr when i think of him LMAOO. so yeah... maybe something like that but modernized? likes bangs. loooves people who are naturally cute. likes people who get flustered easily haha. someone who's not embarrassed to show that they love him
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rrxnjun · 10 months
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portrait of a blank slate. huang renjun
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pairing: huang renjun x fem! reader genre: college au. fluff, smut, and the tiniest bit of angst. warnings: swearing, alcohol, angry man renjun, very bad dialogue, this is the most un-renjun fic i've ever written, dry humping, a heavy makeout session, unfinished blowjob word count: 5.8k playlist: no specific one this time but i listened to a lot of keshi while writing this, so have this playlist of mine to fit the vibes a/n: inspired by that one tweet describing how someone's art professor met his wife the same exact way, lost the screenshot and also the og post im so sorry!
turns out all it takes to save a life is a bad, bad college party, a few shots and a weird, magical coincidence back in a girl's dorm room.
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It’s hard to believe that Huang Renjun is currently finishing up the art portfolio he needs for his summer internship program after procrastinating and angrily stomping at every single bad stroke of his paintbrush for the last few months.
Because he’s not.
He’s looking at the canvas with stern eyes, the smudges on the white linen so messy he could cry just by looking at them, and the more he tries to save the disgrace currently scribbled in front of him, the worse it gets and makes the levels of frustration in him turn into rage and fury, because let’s be honest– what is Renjun’s primary emotion if not anger. 
And he tries hard to fix it again, he really does– he sighs heavily while doing so as he takes a smaller brush and tries to paint on a few hairstrokes to the portrait of Frida Kahlo he wants to execute– and in honest reality, it doesn’t even look half as bad as it does in the poor boy’s eyes when he takes a step back after holding in his breath and carefully piercing together the artwork. Maybe if there was someone else in the room– everyone but his annoying roommate Donghyuck, because that fucker always manages to make things even worse– they could talk him out of it, offer some words of consolidation, even, hype him up and tell him that with outsider’s eyes, the canvas looks beautiful and very well put together. But the truth is that there’s no one present right now, not a single soul in what feels like the whole campus right now, that could ease Huang Renjun’s frustration from what seems to be art block, when he throws the paintbrush to the wall (he’ll worry about the stain of acrylic paint later, when he gains consciousness) and puts a fist through the middle of the painting.
If he was a character in a comic book, his hand would go through the canvas and create a quite satisfying hole. He’s a real person, though– a weak one as well, to be quite honest– and his fist is stopped by the stretched-out fabric, making his hand bounce back, but now stained with all shades of brown and tan, which somehow only makes him even more mad and turns him into a furious animal roaming around free and causing uttermost chaos in his all true sense.
Nothing can stop Huang Renjun when he opens the drawer he keeps all his artwork in, taking out all the graphite sketches and colored pencil drawings, and then the next one containing the watercolor paintings and various other acrylic paintings done on expensive sheets of paper, stacking all of those onto one pile in the middle of the table. Not one thing is safe– except from the digital artworks he keeps in his iPad and his big A4 sketchbook he forgot about in the heat of the moment, since he keeps it on his nightstand– when he takes the big, heavy stack of art and runs, chimes towards the entrance of his and Donghyuck’s miniature dorm room, luck only standing by his side once in this whole evening when his said roommate opens the door and clears the way for him, looking at the poor boy with mouth agape in a slight shock.
“What the fuck are you doing right n–”
Donghyuck doesn’t get an answer. When he asks stupid questions, Renjun doesn’t tend to pay him much mind, settling on not engaging with the discourse if it doesn’t make much sense, so Hyuck should be used to the ignorance– he thinks this was a very valid question to ask at this moment, though. If he was curious enough, he’d even follow his roommate down the hall and watch him in his endeavors only to find out what’s the intention behind his angry stomping and the fierce look on his face. The truth is, though, he doesn’t care all that much.
That doesn’t stop Huang Renjun, though, as he chimes down the hall of the boy’s dormitory, kicks the glass door open (thankfully not the actual glass part, because that would for sure be expensive) and practically runs the rest of the way towards the bins at the end of the street, dumping the papers into the bin (forgive him for not recycling in his current state of mind) before he angrily kicks the poor object twice for good measure and turns on his heel, slowly, but still as angrily making his way back to his dorm room by stomping all the way up until the entrance.
The dorm guard doesn’t even ask for his dorm ID like he usually does– Renjun must have been quite memorable as he ran out of the building with 5kg of artwork of various sizes in his arms– but the truth is, the man isn’t as old and he saw the boy going out just a few minutes ago, so he doesn’t think it’s necessary. Renjun would appreciate the memo, although, when he remembers that the man always asks for the dorm ID, especially on the nights out when he comes back slightly intoxicated and too disoriented to look for the little slip of paper in his pockets, and on the nights when he forgets his dorm ID as well– the man was set on letting him sleep on the front porch of the dormitory once and it took Renjun 15 calls to get ahold of a sleeping Donghyuck and another 15 of him walking down the hall in slippers and pajama bottoms with his roommate’s dorm ID in hand before he could warm his bones from the cold slowly seeping into his bones on the January night– and that whole thing makes Renjun somehow even more angry at the whole situation.
And so when he comes into his room again, Donghyuck now sitting on his bed still in his outside clothes (something Renjun hates and would murder for), and his eyes land on the damaged canvas still waiting for him in the corner of the room, he wastes no time in opening his window and throwing it down from the second floor, not really caring where it ends up or if he’s gonna get a fine for violating one of the dormitory rules– to never throw stuff out of the windows..
“Dude, what is–”
“Don’t ask.” Renjun huffs as he closes the door and peels his clothes off, taking a towel that’s still hanging from the top bunk of their bed and aims towards the bathroom door. A true tantrum can only end in a cold shower, and that’s what Renjun’s gonna do as he washes his dreams down the drain and ends up silently crying himself to sleep tonight in agony.
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It’s hard to believe Huang Renjun is currently at the best college party since the days of ‘megaparties’ of Johnny Suh, the senior that’s slowly halting his party performance due to stilling in life. Renjun was dragged to Lee Jeno’s party by his roommate Donghyuck after he mourned in his bed for approximately two days before it got too much for the poor gemini, promising and honestly thinking that alcohol is truly the best solution for the poor boy’s misery. Again, it’s hard to believe Huang Renjun is currently at the best college party of the year when he listens to the loud EDM music piercing through his eardrums and he swears he catches a glimpse of a couple dry humping on the couch.
Because he’s not.
He’s at a college party, sure. He’s also getting some alcohol into his system– because why not, am I right? He’s not the one paying, and that’s always enough of a reason to drink. Is it the best college party he’s ever experienced, though? Absolutely not.
It’s quite literally the worst party he’s ever been to. The music is too loud and the whole house smells of cheap vodka, people are pushing each other around and with the amount of alcohol in his system, the whole room feels like he’s on a boat, his stomach weak and his eyes hazy. Renjun must admit Hyuck’s therapy skills are kind of paying off– because at least now he’s not thinking about the wasted opportunity of a summer scholarship and is instead looking into the eyes of his cute classmate from History class across the room– but at the same time, he’s not thinking much of anything in this moment, and the glint of your eyes is the only thing he can focus on when you get closer.
That might be a good or a bad thing– depends on how the encounter goes. There’s a fine line between the amount of alcohol that’s just perfect for Huang Renjun to get rid of his usual shyness and speak to other, much more attractive human species, and the amount of alcohol that’s just perfect for Huang Renjun to black out and puke on the floor, efficiently making it impossible for him to chat up the cute classmate he’s been eyeing the whole semester and ruining his chances of ever being seen in a good light in front of the said person ever again. He prays intensely that he hasn’t crossed the line yet when you open your mouth and speak to him in the crowded kitchen.
“Renjun!”
“Y/N!” he tries to mimic your tone, a flashy grin settling onto his face when you approach him first. You two aren’t strangers, after all– you’ve sat together in class during various exams and also accidentally bumped into each other in the cafeteria, but what were your courageous attempts in making conversation with him and efficiently trying to make him more interested in you didn’t lead to your desired goal of getting invited out by him, instead leading him to think you’re just that friendly to everyone and not just him, making the chances of him taking the next step that much slimmer. Not tonight, though– he really must have had too much to drink.
“How are you?” you ask, clearing your throat as you bump into someone and decide to shift closer to Renjun, making the boy’s breathing hitch in his throat.
“Wonderful,” he gasps, and for some reason, the response laced in irony makes an excited laugh escape your throat, and the more he listens to your bubbly giggle, the more he wishes he did music instead of fine arts, because maybe if he was competent enough, he could mimic the sound in one of his songs and replay it over and over even when you’re not around. 
“That sounds very genuine,” you note, which makes the boy laugh in return, making him wonder if maybe he could have the same effect on you– if you’re smiling wider now because of the sound of his laughter, or if you’re just amused at something completely else. 
It’s pathetic, really– the gloomy boy that was trailing to this party behind his roommate Donghyuck is nowhere to be seen now, instead replaced by the cheap imitation of a ray of sunshine that you brought out of him only with the magic of a few words and the few drops of alcohol on his tongue.
“Oh, trust me, it was genuine,” he teases, and you only nod to his attempt at masking his obviously saddened composure from before.
“Having a rough week?” you ask, and you sound truly interested– something Renjun hasn’t found in the tone of his roommate when he insisted on dragging him here– and maybe that’s the reason why he just shrugs and decides to come clean and be honest with you. You seem like that kind of person that wouldn’t make fun of his troubles, the kind of person that would genuinely want to help– although he’s not seeking counseling tonight, he figures he can talk a bit about his shitty mood if it means that it gets the conversation flowing.
“A rough life, actually,” he snickers before he sees you eye him with a concerned look, “just joking,” he adds before he retracks back and fixes his initial answer. “Some things didn’t work out the way I wanted them to, so I’m kind of moping around for a bit.”
You seem to feel empathetic towards the boy, nodding and pouting at his confession. “Well, I hope things get fixed for you, Jun,” you mumble, tone of voice encouraging– and maybe he could dwell at the caring nature of you a little longer, only if it wasn’t for your use of a nickname for him that just oh so sweetly rolls of your tongue and Renjun wishes he could legally change his name to the nickname so he could listen to the way it sounds forever– scratch that, to the way it sounds from your mouth forever, which means he won’t change it, just so it’s reserved for you and only you to say.
“What about you, though?” he finds himself asking in the midst of his inner screeching.
“Me? I’m great, totally fine, having the time of my life,” you emphasize, the over-the-top expression on your face making the boy burst into laughter as you wave your arms around as if to show him your surroundings. “I am a party person for sure, you know, so this is perfect,” you joke, and Renjun seems to get the memo. If he’s being honest, he’s not sure he’s ever seen you at a party before– not that he goes to many himself, which might honestly be the reason, actually– you could just be at different parties in different times that hadn’t overlaid, but by the way you’re currently tensely sipping at the alcohol in your hand, he figures you’re not too familiar with the scene of college partying.
“Who forced you to go? Was it your roommate?” Renjun remembers the girl from another one of his classes– you two were always walking around together and often got to class at the same time. Figuring out that you two lived together wasn’t as difficult, and she surely seems to be the more extroverted one.
“No, actually,” you say, eyes glimmering when he seems to remember the girl you share a room with, “to my surprise, honestly. It was another one of my friends– Na Jaemin, not sure if you know him– but the moment we got here, he disappeared and left me alone to deal with my thoughts,” you click your tongue and Renjun finds himself totally mesmerized with you– amazed with everything about you; the way you talk, the way you lean on the counter and watch him with stars in your eyes (which might just be the reflections of the kitchen lights, but don’t tell him that), the way you slightly lean into him when he cracks a joke and earns a laugh out of you…
“They always do that,” Renjun scowls, “they drag the introvert in and then force them to survive on their own…” he shakes his head in disappointment, clearly distraught over the situation. 
“Exactly! But if you ask them to come with you to a picnic, or to the library, they decline the offer. So much for being good friends,” you roll your eyes. Renjun finds himself smiling, and although he must admit that as every other college student, he himself would decline an invitation to a library if anyone asked, he’s like 99% certain that if it was you uttering out the question, he wouldn’t miss a heartbeat before joyfully jogging there with you. 
“Ask me next time,” he blurts out, a poor attempt at flirting, “I wouldn’t say no.”
And it seems like tonight is the night where you suddenly get the last kick of courage needed when you talk to Renjun– maybe fueled by his coy smile when he said the previous comment, maybe just acting out on pure hormones– tonight's the night where he breathlessly takes your offer, still not thinking much of it, but igniting a curious spark in his own heart nonetheless, when you scratch the back of your neck in the last residue of anxiety, scrunching your nose at him and mumbling under your nose, barely heard above the loud music resonating through the living room. “Do you wanna sneak into my dorm room, then?” 
Renjun almost chokes at your question– visitors in the dormitory are only allowed until midnight and as far as he’s aware, the clock is well after 2 AM right now, and he’s a male visitor, which is even more off the bounds in the eyes of the fierce woman guarding the entrance of the girl’s dormitory building. The more he stares at you, the more you seem to translate his silence into disagreement, which you panically try to undo with even more rambling. “I- I mean, since we both kind of hate this party and I think that if I drink more, I’m going to puke all over myself, so… My room is on the ground floor, so you can just climb in, if you wanted to. My roommate went home for the weekend, so there’s no one there, and we could– I mean, we don’t have to, honestly, but it’s kinda cold out and I thought we could both use a place more silent, ‘cause I really wanna head back now, but I don’t want to stop talking to you, y’know, and I don’t know if–”
“Okay, I’m down,” Renjun nods, efficiently shutting up your rambling, and when there’s a very apparent relief flashing over your face, he finds himself smiling in endearance at your antics, going as far as ruffling a hand through your hair in whatever kick the alcohol mixed with adrenaline gave him before you have him dragging his feet out of the house, both of your feet shuffling towards the campus.
The walk isn’t long, but he finds himself enjoying it. The condensation coming out of your mouths at the chilly weather serves more to the atmosphere when the both of you giggle out at absurd jokes and gossip, your voice breaking into soft hums when you sing a song under your breath in moments of silence that somehow feel both kind of awkward, but also kind of pleasant. He drags you by your hand to the other side of the sidewalk when a car passes by and you jump in surprise, eyes wide and glossy, mouth a little agape in an open-mouthed grin when his fingers stay intertwined with yours and you adjust your purse on your other shoulder, clearing your throat before you try to nonchalantly continue on with the conversation.
“I’ll go inside now,” you announce when you get to the girl’s dormitory building, breaking apart from the eager boy and coming closer to him when you confide the secret, “I’ll turn the light on in my room when I get there, so make sure to look out for the window. I’ll help you in, don’t worry,” you smile at him, and before he has a chance to reply, you disappear behind the glass door with a pep in your step. 
Renjun finds himself sighing– now is the moment when he should realistically get relief, the moment when he’s supposed to relax for at least a second and prepare himself for whatever might happen in your dorm room– but when he slowly walks over to the left wing of the building and squints at the dark squares of windows, he wonders how in the hell he’s gonna climb in. Escaping out will be an easy task– the windows aren’t that high up– but coming in will be the problem. He guesses it’s the same with the whole situation– he bets the easiest part of the whole evening will be jumping out and running to his own room– how to survive the night in your presence and not go completely insane, he doesn’t know and wishes he had a manual to before he agreed to do this in the first place.
When the light goes on in one of the rooms and you wave at him from the inside, he finds himself involuntarily jogging towards the window, gears in his brain turning faster than the speed of light when he reaches the wall and you grin at him, opening the window and offering him your hand. 
“If you grip the edge of the window and give me your hand, you can get in easily,” you say, watching as the boy cautiously looks around himself and scratches the back of his neck, mentally calculating his next movements.
“Have you done this before?”
“No,” you bashfully shake your head, “but my roommate did it twice, so I don’t think it’s that hard,” you note and nod at him, waiting for him to finally take action. 
Renjun finds himself doing what he’s been told– and even though he huffs and almost falls over to his back (which would kill him, he thinks, since his physique is very close to a turtle’s), victory fills his veins when one of his legs finally ends up in your window, his body stumbling forward and almost toppling you over when the warmth of your room welcomes him as he lands on top of your desk. 
“Welcome,” you laugh at him when he shakes his head in disbelief and takes off his coat, dropping it on top of the wooden table and watching you close the window behind him, so the cold doesn’t get in. 
“That’s one way of inviting guests over, I guess,” he teases you, watching as you roll your eyes at him and go over to one of the beds. Renjun notices the room is different to the one he shares with Donghyuck– you and your roommate have two beds instead of a bunk one, the table is right under the window and you get a little more space over-all. You turn on the little lamp kept on your bedside table, and the boy watches you with interest as you cautiously walk around your own room as if it’s your first time seeing it, reminding him a little of a deer in the headlights, clueless and suddenly out of ideas.
Renjun finds himself laughing at your behavior– he finds himself endeared by it, the way you play with your fingers in nerves and try to think of anything to do in the intimacy that suddenly envelopes you when you invite someone over to your dorm room in the middle of the night– and when you aimlessly end up standing in front of him, your big eyes even bigger and glossier than before, he snickers at the state of you and shakes his head.
“Okay, so I know I was the one who invited you over, but now I’m kind of helpless in what we should actually do and all…” you giggle, a little embarrassed when you bear your eyes into his, your body subconsciously slotted in between his legs, his position leaning on the edge of the table allowing you and inviting you to do so. 
“You’re cute,” he laughs at you, and before you have a chance to question him about the compliment, he has you silenced abruptly by his next actions.
“What do you–”
His hand is gripping your jaw and he leans into you, the newly found courage and affection towards you having him drunk on more than the alcohol, but also your whole presence– the way your hair smells when he’s this close to you, the way you pull the sleeves of your sweater further down when you don’t know what to do with your hands, the shyness in your gaze now that you have him in your cage– and his lips act on themselves when they press themselves against yours, soft but firm, tasting the strawberry juice mixed with vodka off your mouth, a surprised gasp against his lips more than enough to invite him even further in.
He feels your fingers tugging at his shirt and your skin growing hot under his touch, leaning back from you a little and finding you looking at him with a thousand different galaxies in your eyes, enough of a confirmation to him, but he’s a man– he still needs it vocally, when he grins lazily at you. “Was this one of the things you thought about when you invited me over?”
“Maybe…” you tug at your bottom lip with your teeth, a clearly battled grin trying to settle its way onto your lips.
“You should’ve just said so, then,” he smiles when he leans into you again, a little more confidently this time and kisses you again, again and again.
You stay under the window for a while, lips pressed hard against each other as you try to learn the curves of each other’s mouths by memory, lazy hands threaded into his hair and an arm around your waist now, steadying you in place. Foreheads pressed against each other when you break away for air, giggles resonating through the room when his lips make their way towards your neck and the softness of his hair tickles your skin, fingers threaded when you tug him towards your bed and you watch him kick his shoes off before you follow him onto the soft mattress.
His head falls into your pillow and you straddle his lap, your hair falling into your face when you look down at him from your position, the newly found dominance in your position charging you with unexplainable energy, and Renjun can’t help but smile at you sweetly when your eyes meet and you eagerly lean down towards him, fingers once again intertwined with his, hands laying next to his head. Your breath fans his swollen lips that you once again find yourself attacking, the contact overwhelming you and making it hard to breathe. Who knows how long the both of you have wanted to do this but never had the courage to– it’s a miracle that it’s even happening tonight.
And with the built-up desire, you act instinctively– hands breaking away from his when you grip his cheeks and give him one last peck, lips now traveling down his jaw and neck instead, having the boy shivering under the contact, your actions slowly but surely driving him crazy when you find his sweet spot and you get a satisfied gasp from him, a reward for your tonight’s efforts.
His hand grips your hip, and something about the burn of his fingers even through the fabric of your jeans makes you move on instinct, earning yourself a sharper hiss this time that doesn’t make you stop, however– quite the opposite, actually– as you break into a wide grin at the very evident effect you have on him, your movements slow and painful, but still having him harden under you.
Goosebumps appear all over your skin when his cold fingers capture the skin of your stomach when he aimlessly tries to find a place in your body to ground yourself, but the more he answers to your movements, the more encouraged you get. He tugs you back down so you’re facing him, which does nothing to halt your painful pace as he drags out yet another kiss from you. 
“If we don’t stop now, it’s gonna be really hard for me to do so later,” Renjun huffs into your ear, which only gets you more excited.
“Who said I want to stop?” you ask him, fingers trailing up his side over his shirt, yet still making him fire up and flush in his cheeks. “Do you want to stop?”
“Do I look like I wanna stop?” he snickers, shaking his head in utter disbelief, hand traveling dangerously close to the cup of your breast.
“Let’s continue, then,” you muse, peeling yourself off him only the slightest amount, hands dragging themselves down his body until you reach the waistband of his pants, gently dragging the fabric down until he’s left in front of you only with a tent in his underwear, big eyes curiously and breathlessly watching you in your actions. He could be a gentleman and tell you you don’t have to, tell you to stop and come back up and that he will pleasure you first, but the more he watches you as you palm him over the thin fabric of his boxer briefs with the dangerous doe eyes of yours, the less he wants to do just that. In all reality– who is he to deny a blowjob from you? Or anyone, for that matter?
His whole body shudders under your touch, actions careful, but so painfully satisfying. Renjun watches your face with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, the reality of it all sobering him up and making him aware of each shift of your body, each centimeter your fingertip travels against his skin, each motion that slowly makes a bundle of nerves appear in his stomach. It only gets too much for him when you lean on your elbows, nails gently pricking the skin of his thighs as your mouth hesitantly greets his dick, and he feels like a virgin again when his eyes peel off you just in case he finishes just by watching you blowing him off like a highschooler at his first blowjob, forcing himself to watch the ceiling instead.
Eyes traveling all over your room– the closed window opposite of him, the bed on the other side of the room, the walls above your bed– he gets lost in the galaxy drawn on a piece of paper that’s plastered right above your pillowcase, and another graphite sketch of eyes bearing right into your soul, as if they were watching him in the act, and another one, of a deer that looks through the shade of the trees, before it hits him.
“Oh my god what the fuck–” he gasps, and his tone must have sounded too different to the satisfied moans that have been spilling out of his mouth up until now, because you abruptly stop your movements and your gazes lock, your eyes completely mortified.
“Am I doing something wrong?”
“Oh– Oh god no, fuck, you’re doing amazing, trust me,” apologies spill off his tongue at your distressed state, “it’s just– where… where did you get these?” he asks, pointing towards all the drawings taped all over your walls that he failed to notice in the heat of the moment before.
“Oh,” you cluelessly hum, eyebrows furrowed, “I found them spilling out of a trashcan close to the boy’s dorms when I was walking to class one morning, and they were so pretty I had to take them.”
“I– you like these?” Renjun asks, full of strange surprise and genuine curiosity. You’re now sitting back on your heels and looking at the boy with big eyes, still slightly clueless and very much in a weird state of distress– because why would a man ask you about the random artwork on your wall in the middle of a mindblowing blowjob?– before you nod with a slight pout, agreeing.
“Well, I wouldn’t have decorated my room with them if I didn’t like them, y’know… Why are you… why are you asking?”
“Oh,” Renjun repeats again, a dumbfounded look taking over his soft features before he sits up on the bed and scoots closer to you, a weird sense of euphoria spilling out every vein of his body when the held-back dopamine is released into his system. A wide grin appears on his lips before he stares into your eyes with a milky way mirroring behind his eyeballs, glittering orbs haphazardly gliding over your face before he reaches your lips again, pecking them one, two, three times before you break away and look at him with furrowed eyebrows, a slight crease right in between them.
“What are you–”
“I think I’m gonna literally cum just at hearing those words, Y/N,” he blurbs out before he kisses the tip of your nose again, completely endeared and close to a happy boy under the Christmas tree, and while you may enjoy that look on him, you’re still slightly confused. Huang Renjun sighs almost a little too dreamingly and smooths the wrinkle between your eyebrows with a careful swipe of his thumb, still not giving you any explanation.
“Renjun, I’m afraid I’m not quite following why this is so important to you right now,” you mumble, having your partner laugh airly– just as if all his worries escaped through the window and you fixed his life with a few drawings plastered on your wall.
“Those, dear Y/N,” he points towards the papers stuck to your walls, eyeing the specific one he worked for 3 hours on and kind of mourned the morning after he realized he threw it away, months of practice and art that maybe wasn’t even that bad in the first place ending up in the trash because of a fit of rage, “are all mine. Mine as in, I drew them… And then threw them out in the middle of a slight mental breakdown.”
You look at him for a few heartbeats, eye contact never breaking before you avert your gaze towards the artwork on the walls– it takes you a few seconds before it hits you– and you gasp, hurriedly looking back at the artist in front of you, stars glimmering in your eyes now as well, matching his excitement. “Oh my god, are you for real?”
“Yeah.”
“You drew all of these?”
“Yeah,” he nods again, breathless.
“This is an insane coincidence,” you snicker, and Renjun didn’t know he had it in him– maybe it’s still the effect of alcohol that slips off his tongue when he speaks– but he cages you in his arms as he kisses you again, a whole new world appearing in front of him when the cheesiness meets the comfort of your walls.
“You’d call this a coincidence?” he hums. “Maybe it was fate.”
Earning himself a sharp laugh, almost mocking him as you swat his shoulder, you fall back with him towards the mattress, and while the heated moment might be gone, you don’t mind at all. Renjun looks at you with a certain softness in his eyes, a pride swelling in his chest, and for a moment, it’s true and you truly did open up a new reality for him and changed his life forever, fixed all of his problems, if you will, because the appreciation it takes for a girl to tape up at least 20 of his messy artworks onto her wall after finding the stash in the trashcan on her way to class might just be the encouragement he needed to keep going with the craft. 
It’s hard to believe that this shitty party actually brought him somewhere– not only to your bed, but also to your life, to a beginning of something new and a restart in something he thought he’d forever be giving up on.
“So… Do you need those back? Because I kinda like them here,” you giggle, and the crinkle of his eyes is enough of an answer to you.
“You can keep them. I’ll just draw new ones you can look at,” he muses, stealing another kiss from you and squeezing your hip, having you squeal against his mouth.
“Now, to get back to what we were doing before–”
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just-imagine-that · 1 year
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NCT Dream Reaction - How He Wakes You Up
Was reading my TXT fic with this scenario and I was like.. why tf not make it with NCT??
Might make an imagine out of Mark's scenario cause it's actually adorable lmao
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WARNING: Fluff
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Not even gonna lie, if you are still asleep by the time he wakes up, he just dozes off and goes back to sleep. That's majority of the time, but sometimes he has a lot on his mind in the morning and can't fall back asleep, and, on those days, he'll just scroll on his phone for the meantime.
If he decides to get himself some breakfast and you are still deep in dreamland, he'll debate on whether to make you something for when you wake up (pray to a higher power it's not eggs). In the end he'd just end up leaving to a café nearby and grabbing both of you some breakfast and coming back.
When you wake up and smell breakfast, you immediately go to the dining room to see Mark waiting for you, a bag of food on the table.
"You know, you can't keep avoiding learning how to cook, it's an essential skill in life," you yawned out as Mark started setting out your food.
"I can cook!" Mark exclaimed, an insulted look on his face.
"Sure, Hun.. suuuure."
Renjun
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If he wakes up before you in the morning, the first thing he is gonna do is admire your pretty face and wait for you to wake up. He likes to do simple things around the house with you, it's one of his favourite ways to have quality time with you, because he is so busy, he likes to enjoy the small simple things in life, and what better than to do it with the one he loves?
He softly caresses your face and plays with your hair until you wake up, his mind on how beautiful you are when you sleep, looking so peaceful while resting. The moment you wake up he stops with his soft touches to your face and his hand goes down to rub the side of your neck instead.
"Good morning sleepyhead, how did you sleep?" He asked.
You opened your eyes, still drowsey from just waking up, "I slept great, I always sleep better when you're by my side."
He lets out a small laugh and messes your hair before sitting up and getting ready for the day.
Jeno
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He doesn't wake you up in the morning, because he knows it can be quite annoying for people to suddenly wake you up from a good sleep, so, unless you need to be somewhere, he just let's you sleep. During the time of him waiting for you to wake up, he normally just either scrolls through his phone or turns on the TV, keeping the volume low so he doesn't wake you up.
He won't have breakfast without you, actually, when you are both home for full days, he likes to eat all of his meals with you because it means a bit more quality time with you. Once Jeno hears the sound of you waking up, his attention is all on you, and finally goes to the kitchen to make breakfast.
"I swear, you look like a housewife everytime you put that apron on," you rasped, your throat still adjusting to speaking after a full nights sleep.
Jeno rolled his eyes, "You know, I can still just make food for me and leave you to fend for yourself, right?"
You hugged him from behind, your cheek squished against his back.
"Yeah, but you love me too much to do that."
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I truly believe that if he woke up before you, there is no way in hell he would wake you, only if you needed to be up early would he wake you, but any other day, this boy just ends up cuddling into you before going back to sleep with you.
If he woke up a second time and you were STILL asleep, he would just get up and get himself a drink to start today. I also feel like he doesn't really eat a lot of breakfast, like maybe he'd eat something light like some fruit.
The moment he hears you wake up, he will forget about his drink immediately and run to the bed, practically jumping on top of you, kissing all over your face to wake you up.
"Hyuk, stop, you're gonna suffocate me!" You exclaimed, your cheeks being squished by your boyfriend's hands.
"Yeah, suffocate you with kisses! That doesn't sound like a bad way to go!" He replied.
"Well if you kill me with kisses then who will you love and give kisses to, then?" You asked, playfully, ruffling his hair.
"NO, nevermind, I don't wanna kiss you anymore if it'll suffocate you!" He gave a pout before giving a big teasing grin.
You rolled your eyes at him and chased his face to finally return his morning kisses.
Jaemin
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Please.. for the love of a higher power, you better pray that this man doesn't have coffee while you're still asleep, because he will end up waking you like a hyper golden retriever. I mean, him acting like that is cute and all, but when you're tired and have been having the best sleep of your life, it really isn't a good time.
Majority of the time when he wakes up before you he just flops into a different position on the bed and falls back asleep immediately. When he does actually get up though, he lays on the couch and watches some TV, volume on low so he doesn't wake you.
As you awake from your deep sleep, Jaemin will come back into your shared bedroom to greet you as you stretch out.
"How did you sleep, Jagiya? Heheh, you look so cute when your eyes are all sleepy like that!" He smiled.
You give him a big smile in return, "I slept really good. I dreamed about you. You were turned into a dog by Chenle, because he apparently is a witch in my world."
Jaemin laughed and cuddled his face into your neck before bringing you to sit up so you could give him some morning kisses.
Chenle
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Chenle will never let you sleep on your own, so if he's awake, he wakes you up immediately, and he expects you to do the same for him, because I feel like he'd be the type to panic when he wakes up and sees that you're not in bed with him, when in reality you're just up and going around the house.
The real reason why he doesn't like to go about his morning without you is because he is so used to having you around and greatly misses your presence, even if you are just sleeping, he feels like something in the house is missing, and it makes him feel slightly lonely.
"Darling, wake up, I'm gonna make breakfast, what do you want me to make?" Chenle asks.
You stretch and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before answering, "Mmm, it doesn't matter, I usually like whatever you make, so whatever you want, I'll have."
You yawned, still waking up from a long nights rest, before softly kissing Chenle, because morning kisses are a must.
Jisung
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He is so awkward in the morning! He normally just stares at your beauty when he wakes up before you, because he thinks you are absolutely beautiful when you are asleep and when you are waking up. The stupid grin he has on his face when he sees your sleeping face is the most adorable thing ever.
He has no idea how to greet you in the morning when you wake up and catch him staring at your previously sleeping form. You can imagine the embarrassed flush on his face when you ask him what he was doing.
"Um, whatcha starin' at?" You asked, still drowsy from just waking up.
"Well, it's just- you're very pretty when you sleep, you look very peaceful, that's all.." he stammered, obviously embarrassed at being caught staring.
"Hey, it's okay, I'm glad that you think I look good, even while sleeping," you laughed.
Jisung let out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding until a sigh escaped his mouth.
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sugarbaybeetexts · 6 months
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NCT Dream reaction to Water by Tyla lyrics
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A/N: Been obsessed with this song so. Y'all need to get on this🤌🏽 (also my first reaction post.) Feedback is very much welcome!
Thank you to @calibabii21 for letting me pick your brain on this.🫶🏽
Warnings: suggestive
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mrkis · 6 months
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nct dream reaction :: dirty texts (three)
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𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗? 〚YES〛/ 〚𝗡𝗢✗〛 ⟶ requests are closed.
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yrqrnc · 3 months
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pairing: lee donghyuck x reader
genre: fluff, domestic relationship
word count: n/a
summary: wherein, it’s a late afternoon and you’re watching your favorite series with your dearest boyfriend as you cuddle on the couch, but it seems that it’s physically impossible for you to keep your attention fixed on the large monitor in front of you, and not him.
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the tv playing in the background starts to feel like white noises and slowly fades off into the void as your gaze stays fixed on donghyuck. his eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, but you find that you’re unable to tear yours away from his figure. his face glistens in the dim light, and the golden light radiating off of the sun that’s currently putting itself to sleep now comes in through the windows and reflects the room around you in a soft orange glow.
so this is what they call the golden hour, it hits you.
if there’s one thing that you’ve realized in these years of dating hyuck, it is that, whenever you’re with him, time seems to go by so fast—that it becomes a blur, something that falls in between the lines, something that fades off in the background, something that doesn’t matter. what really matters, every time, is him, and only him. 
you remember the time you told him that, using weak, broken constellations of words that didn’t—and could never—live up to the actual intimate emotion you felt for him. and he’d teased you, gushed endlessly about how deeply in love you were with him, and you’d huffed at his antics, but never once did you try to say a word against it. because he was right, after all. you were in love with him, deeply, more than you ever would’ve thought was possible.
and that day, despite his playful reaction, you hadn’t missed the way he’d smiled at you adoringly when he thought you weren’t watching and kept a close hold on you for the rest of the day.
his attempt to cover up actions like that with teasing and play-fighting was adorable, you’d always thought.
even now, you smile at him playfully as he looks down at you, looking away from the tv and at you for once, with a slight smirk on his face, his tone light in the air as he laughs out a “can’t take your eyes off me, right? even with your favorite show on the screen?”
and the smug in his tone is annoying to the very core, but you can’t even find anything to say against his teasing. he is right anyway, though you would never admit that to his face. even with your favorite characters and plot unraveling right there in front of you, all your attention was on him, on lee donghyuck. this man, whom you see almost everyday, whom you text and facetime so regularly, whose features you have memorised and admired too many times to count.
you should’ve been so used to him and being with him at this point, but somehow, you still could never look away.
is this obsession? is this love? is this you going back to those high-school teenage type of crush? is it a mix of everything above, or is it something that is completely something else?
who knows? and who cares, honestly?
how could you, when you had lee donghyuck existing, and loving you, right in front of your eyes, and you now believed that watching him was better than watching any movie or series that you had ever been addicted to.
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leejenowrld · 1 month
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nct dream reactions - when you’re needy (ot7)
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smut
mark lee
as the fire crackled and cast flickering shadows across the cozy cabin, you found yourself wrapped in mark's arms, the heat of his body radiating against yours. the warmth of the flames mirrored the intensity of your desire as mark's lips trailed kisses along your neck, igniting a fire deep within you.
"mark,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper, the urgency evident in your tone. "please, i need you."
his eyes, dark with desire, met yours, a hungry smirk playing on his lips. "you need me that bad, baby?" he murmured, his voice husky with arousal, sending shivers down your spine.
"yes," you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. "i need you inside me."
with a teasing smirk, mark whispered against your lips, "anything for you," before capturing them in a hungry kiss. as his lips crashed against yours, hunger and need evident in every touch, you melted into his embrace, your hands exploring every inch of his body with fervent urgency.
you whimpered as his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging gently as he deepened the kiss, his touch setting your skin ablaze with desire. with practiced ease, he trailed kisses down your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he made his way to your breasts.
"mark, please," you moaned, arching into his touch as he suckled eagerly on your sensitive flesh, the pleasure coursing through your veins.
his deep chuckle sent shivers of anticipation racing down your spine. "needy baby, aren't you?" he teased, his voice low and teasing as he continued to lavish attention on your breasts, driving you wild with desire.
a low growl escaped his lips as he claimed your breast in his mouth, suckling eagerly as he teased your hardened nipple between his teeth. you arched into his touch, aching for more as he lavished attention on your sensitive flesh, your breath hitching with every touch.
"i can't help it," you admitted, your voice trembling with need. "i need you, mark."
his eyes smoldered with desire as he met your gaze, a hunger burning in their depths. "then i'll give you what you need," he promised, his voice husky with arousal as he slid a hand between your legs, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.
you gasped at the sudden contact, your hips bucking instinctively as he teased your throbbing clit with his fingertips. "baby," you whimpered, your voice filled with desperation as he circled your nub with agonizing slowness, each touch sending bolts of pleasure straight to your core.
"shh," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he pressed a kiss to your neck. "just relax and let me take care of you."
as mark's hands roamed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, you couldn't help but melt into his touch, your body responding eagerly to his every movement. with each thrust of his fingers, you felt yourself edging closer to the brink of ecstasy, the tension coiling tight in your belly as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.
"that's it, baby," he murmured, his voice rough with desire as he quickened the pace, his movements becoming more urgent with each passing moment. "let go for me, sweetheart. come for me."
and as the wave of pleasure crashed over you, washing away all thought and reason, you couldn't help but cry out his name, surrendering completely to the intoxicating bliss of his touch.
lee jeno
you and jeno were seated at a fancy dinner with your parents, trying to maintain polite conversation while the tension between you simmered beneath the surface. despite the elegant setting and the presence of your parents, you couldn't help but feel the heat of jeno's gaze on you, his touch sending shivers of anticipation racing down your spine.
under the table, jeno's hand found its way to your thigh, his fingers tracing patterns along your skin with a tantalizing touch. you bit back a moan as his touch grew bolder, his fingers inching higher until they were grazing the edge of your panties.
"jeno." you whispered in his ear, trying to keep your voice steady as his fingers teased you relentlessly.
"shh, baby." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "just trust me."
with a daring smile, you spread your legs slightly, giving jeno better access as he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric of your panties. you stifled a gasp as his touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins, your heart racing with excitement as you struggled to maintain your composure.
but jeno seemed unfazed, his expression cool and collected as he continued to engage in conversation with your parents as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. his fingers moved with purpose, expertly teasing and tantalizing you as you fought to keep your moans at bay.
eventually, you couldn't take it anymore, the need for release driving you to distraction. with a subtle nod, you and jeno excused yourselves from the table, slipping away to the privacy of the restaurant's bathroom.
as soon as the door clicked shut behind you, jeno wasted no time in pinning you against the wall, his lips crashing against yours in a hungry kiss. you melted into his embrace, your hands tangling in his hair as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.
with practiced ease, jeno lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he presses you against the cool tile of the bathroom wall. you moan into his mouth as he enters you, the heat of his cock filling you completely as he begins to move with relentless determination.
his strong arms wrap around your waist as he devours your mouth, his tongue dueling with yours in a heated battle for dominance. you moan into his mouth, your body trembling with desire as he rocks against you, the friction igniting a fire deep within your core.
"god, i need you," you gasp, your voice thick with desire as jeno's hands roam your body with eager urgency.
"you have me," he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot against your skin as he trails kisses down your neck. "always."
with a low groan, jeno positions himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with need as he brushes against your slick folds. you arch your back, desperate for him to fill you completely. with a slow, deliberate thrust, he plunges into you, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. a gasp escapes your lips as you feel the delicious stretch, your walls clenching around him in eager anticipation. jeno's eyes lock with yours, silently conveying his desire for more as he begins to move, each thrust driving you both closer to the brink of ecstasy.
the sounds of your moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin fill the small space, echoing off the walls as you both lose yourselves in the heat of the moment. with each thrust, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the tension coiling tight in your belly as you surrender to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.
"fuck, you’re so tight," jeno groans, his voice rough with desire as he quickens the pace, his movements becoming more urgent with each passing moment.
"daddy," you cry out, your nails digging into his back as you rock against him, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. “harder, please.”
his movements grow more urgent and forceful, his primal hunger driving him deeper into you. with each thrust, he presses you harder against the wall, his hips meeting yours with a relentless rhythm. you cling to him desperately, feeling his desperation in every touch, every movement. he's lost in the raw passion of the moment, his desire fueling his actions as he takes you with an intensity that leaves you breathless.
you feel the tension building in jeno's body, his muscles straining with each powerful thrust. his breath comes in ragged gasps, his movements becoming more erratic as he nears the edge of ecstasy. you can see the intensity in his eyes, the way they darken with desire as he loses himself in the moment. and as his hair falls in front of his eyes, you know he's close, his need for release driving him forward with a primal urgency.
meanwhile, you can feel the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your belly, your body responding eagerly to his every touch. your skin tingles with anticipation, your senses overwhelmed by the heady scent of arousal that fills the air. you can hear the sound of your own moans mingling with his, a symphony of desire that echoes through the room. and as the heat between you reaches its peak, you know you're close, on the brink of tumbling over the edge into blissful oblivion.
a wave of ecstasy crashes over you, washing away all thought and reason as you tumble into bliss. jeno follows closely behind, his own release echoing through the room as you both surrender to the fire of your passion.
you cling to each other in the aftermath, the sound of your ragged breaths filling the air. lips brush gently, exchanging sweet kisses, while soft giggles escape your lips. holding each other's faces, fingers trace tenderly, locking eyes in an intimate gaze, speaking volumes without words. warmth envelops as you share the afterglow of your love, basking in contentment and peace.
renjun
the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the deserted beach. the sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air, creating a soothing melody that echoed in the distance. renjun stood before you, his gaze intense as he took in your form silhouetted against the fading light.
"beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush against your cheek. you leaned into his touch, the warmth of his skin sending shivers down your spine as you gazed up at him, lost in the depths of his dark eyes.
"this place is magical," you replied, your voice soft as you took in the breathtaking scenery surrounding you. the cool breeze ruffled your hair, the salty scent of the ocean mingling with the sweet aroma of the flowers that dotted the landscape.
renjun's lips curved into a tender smile, his fingers tangling with yours as he led you further down the shoreline. with each step, the tension between you grew, a palpable energy crackling in the air as you surrendered to the pull of desire.
as you reached a secluded spot, renjun turned to face you, his gaze burning with intensity as he drank in your every movement. without a word, he reached out to pull you into his arms, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss that left you breathless and wanting more.
you melted into his embrace, your body molding to his as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment. his hands roamed your body with a fervent urgency, igniting a fire deep within you as he explored every inch of your skin with feverish intensity.
"renjun," you gasped, your voice filled with longing as you leaned into his touch, craving more of the pleasure he promised to give. he responded with a low growl, the sound sending shivers down your spine as he pressed his lips to your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in his wake.
"i want you," he whispered against your skin, his breath hot against your ear as he trailed his fingers down your spine, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. "i need you."
with a nod, you surrendered to him completely, allowing him to lead you further down the path of passion and desire. the sound of the waves crashing against the shore faded into the background as you lost yourself in the ecstasy of the moment, the world around you melting away until there was only the two of you, bound together in a timeless embrace.
as renjun's lips trailed kisses down your neck, his hands found their way to the waistband of your shorts, deftly unbuttoning them with practiced ease. you gasped as he slid them down your legs, leaving you standing before him in nothing but your underwear.
with a wicked grin, renjun pressed his body against yours, his lips crashing against yours in a hungry kiss as he backed you up against a nearby rock. you moaned into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair as you surrendered to the pleasure coursing through your veins.
"renjun," you whimpered, your voice filled with need as he trailed kisses down your chest, his tongue flicking out to tease your hardened nipples through the fabric of your bra. he chuckled softly at your reaction, his hands roaming your body with eager urgency as he sought to drive you wild with desire.
with a swift motion, renjun lifted you onto the rock, positioning himself between your legs as he pressed his body against yours. you could feel the heat of his arousal pressing against your core, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core as you arched into his touch.
"please," you begged, your voice trembling with anticipation as you reached for him, eager to feel him inside you. renjun responded with a low growl, the sound sending shivers down your spine as he leaned in to claim your lips in a searing kiss.
as his tongue danced with yours, renjun reached down to slide your panties aside, his fingers teasing your throbbing clit with agonizing slowness. you gasped at the sudden contact, your hips bucking instinctively as he circled your nub with eager determination.
"you want this?" he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire as he pressed his fingers inside you, filling you completely as he began to pump in and out with increasing urgency. you could only nod in response, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo as you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment.
with each thrust, renjun drove you closer to the edge of oblivion, his touch igniting a fire deep within you as you tumbled headlong into ecstasy. the world around you melted away as you lost yourself in the pleasure of his touch, the only sound in the air the ragged rhythm of your breath mingling with his own.
a wave of pleasure crashed over you, washing away all thought and reason as you tumbled over the edge into bliss. renjun followed closely behind, his own release echoing through the night as you collapsed into each other's arms, spent and satisfied in the afterglow of your love.
donghyuck
as the soft glow of city lights filtered through the window, casting a warm ambiance in the room, you found yourself lost in the heat of the moment with donghyuck. his lips were hot against yours, his hands roaming your body with a hunger that matched your own.
with a mischievous glint in his eyes, donghyuck pressed you up against the sturdy wooden door, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered promises of pleasure and desire. you could feel the coolness of the door against your skin, a contrast to the warmth of his touch as he trailed kisses down your neck.
"donghyuck," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper as his lips found their way to your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin with just enough pressure to send shivers of pleasure racing down your spine. he chuckled softly at your reaction, his fingers dancing over your curves with a teasing touch.
"relax," he murmured, his voice husky and low against your skin as he pressed his body closer, his cock digging against your thigh.
you melted into his touch, the tension coiling tight in your belly as donghyuck's hands found their way to the waistband of your pants, deftly unbuttoning them with practiced ease. you gasped as he slid them down your legs, leaving you standing before him in nothing but your underwear.
with a wicked grin, donghyuck dropped to his knees before you, his eyes dark with desire as he pressed his lips to your inner thigh, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake. you whimpered at the sensation, your fingers tangling in his hair as you surrendered to the pleasure of his touch.
"please," you begged, your voice trembling with anticipation as donghyuck's tongue flicked out to tease your throbbing clit through the fabric of your underwear. he chuckled softly at your reaction, the sound sending shivers of pleasure racing down your spine as he sought to drive you wild with desire.
with eager determination, donghyuck slid your panties aside, his lips trailing a path of fire down your folds as he buried his face between your legs. you moaned his name, your hips bucking instinctively as he delved deeper, his tongue lapping at your wetness with a hunger that matched your own.
"fuck, you taste amazing," he groaned, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins as you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment. you could feel the tension building within you, the need for release growing more urgent with each passing second.
he rose to his feet, his eyes dark with desire as he pressed his body against yours, his cock throbbing with need against your thigh. without a word, he guided himself inside you, filling you with an intensity that left you breathless.
you moaned his name, your nails digging into his back as he set a relentless pace, driving you both to the brink of ecstasy. every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, each one more intense than the last as you surrendered to the pleasure of his touch.
and as you tumbled over the edge into bliss, you felt donghyuck follow closely behind, his release echoing through the room as you collapsed into each other's arms,
jaemin
you and jaemin were getting ready to head out to a party, excitement bubbling between you as you picked out your outfit for the evening. but as you slipped into your favorite dress, a sleek and form-fitting number that accentuated every curve, you noticed a change in jaemin's demeanor.
his eyes darkened with desire as they roamed over your figure, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the sight before him. the way the dress hugged your body, emphasizing your curves in all the right places, had an unexpected effect on him.
"wow," he breathed, his voice husky with arousal as he stepped closer to you. "you look incredible."
you couldn't help but blush under his intense gaze, a thrill running through you at the way he looked at you. but as his eyes lingered on your body, you noticed a telltale bulge forming in his pants, his desire for you impossible to hide.
"jaemin," you whispered, your voice laced with need as you reached out to touch him. "you’re so needy —"
he didn't let you finish your sentence, his lips crashing against yours in a hungry kiss that left you breathless. his hands roamed your body with fervent urgency, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his need for you palpable.
"god, i want you," he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with desire as he trailed kisses down your neck. "right here, right now."
you couldn't resist the urgency in his touch, the way he made you feel desired and wanted. with a gasp of surrender, you gave in to his advances, allowing him to lead you to the bedroom where he could have his way with you.
as he hovered above you, his gaze dark with desire, you couldn't help but moan in anticipation. the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing he needed in the world, sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your veins.
with a swift motion, jaemin entered you, his movements slow and deliberate as he savored every moment of your union. you clung to him desperately, needing him to fill the void within you with his love and passion.
the room was filled with the sound of your moans and the rhythm of your bodies moving in perfect harmony. you lost yourself in the moment, consumed by the raw intensity of your desire for each other.
as you reached the peak of ecstasy, you cried out his name, your voice filled with longing and desperation. jaemin followed closely behind, his own release echoing through the room as you both surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.
you collapsed into each other's arms, the weight of your bodies a comforting reminder of your love and passion for each other. despite the unexpected turn of events, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the undeniable connection you shared with jaemin.
chenle
you and chenle had decided to spend a lazy afternoon together at home, enjoying each other's company without any distractions. as you lounged on the couch, chenle couldn't keep his eyes off you, his gaze lingering on your every move with undisguised adoration.
"what are you thinking about?" you asked, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you caught him staring.
chenle grinned sheepishly, his cheeks flushing pink. "just admiring how beautiful you are," he replied, his voice soft and sincere.
you felt a warmth spread through you at his words, a flutter of excitement stirring in your chest. chenle had a way of making you feel special, of showering you with affection in the most unexpected moments.
leaning in closer, chenle wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. you melted against him, savoring the feeling of his warmth and the comforting scent of his cologne.
"i love you," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.
"i love you too," you replied, a surge of emotion welling up inside you. in that moment, with chenle's arms around you, you felt like the luckiest person in the world.
with a contented sigh, you settled back against him, relishing the simple pleasure of being together. as the afternoon stretched on, you lost track of time, caught up in the tranquility of the moment.
but as the sun began to set, the mood between you shifted, a subtle undercurrent of desire simmering beneath the surface. chenle's touches grew bolder, his hands roaming over your body with a newfound urgency.
you gasped at the sudden intensity of his touch, a shiver of anticipation coursing through you. chenle's lips trailed a path of fire down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake.
"chenle," you breathed, your voice thick with desire as you arched into his touch.
he grinned mischievously, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "do you want me?" he whispered, his voice husky with arousal.
"yes," you replied without hesitation, your body humming with need.
with a smirk, chenle lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the bedroom with a purposeful stride. as he laid you down on the bed, a wave of anticipation washed over you, your heart pounding in your chest.
and then, with a hunger that bordered on desperation, you and chenle lost yourselves in each other, your bodies moving together in a symphony of passion and desire. in that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of you, consumed by the fire of your love.
jisung
you and jisung had been teasing each other all day, exchanging playful glances and light touches whenever you thought no one was looking. but now, finally alone in your shared apartment, the tension between you was palpable.
jisung's eyes darkened with desire as he watched you move across the room, his gaze lingering on every curve of your body. you could feel the heat of his stare on your skin, sending shivers of anticipation racing down your spine.
"what are you thinking about?" you asked, a coy smile playing on your lips as you sauntered over to where he was sitting on the couch.
jisung grinned wickedly, his hands reaching out to pull you into his lap. "about how badly i want you," he replied, his voice low and husky with desire.
you gasped at his boldness, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through you. you had been waiting for this moment all day, craving the touch of his hands and the taste of his lips.
leaning in closer, you captured his mouth in a searing kiss, your tongues tangling together in a passionate dance. jisung's hands roamed over your body with eager urgency, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss.
you moaned into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair as you lost yourself in the sensation of his lips on yours. the kiss grew more heated, more desperate, as the fire between you burned hotter with each passing moment.
suddenly, jisung broke away from the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. "i need you," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
without a word, you climbed off his lap and led him to the bedroom, your heart racing with anticipation. as you entered the room, the air crackled with electricity, the anticipation of what was to come almost too much to bear.
jisung wasted no time in pulling you into his arms, his lips crashing against yours in a hungry kiss. you melted into his embrace, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony as you lost yourselves in each other's touch.
with a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation, you and jisung shed your clothes, the air thick with the heady scent of arousal. then, with a hunger that could not be denied, you gave yourselves over to each other completely, your bodies moving together in a frenzy of passion and desire.
in that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of you, consumed by the fire of your love as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.
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neochan · 2 years
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NCT DREAM + HOW THEY GET OFF !
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MARK.
when he can't sleep, mark thinks of you. sometimes you're down between his knees, lips puckered and ghosting over his cock, other times you're bent over his desk, the sound of your ass meeting his hips almost auditory in the dark room, but every time he thinks of these things, his hand wraps around his cock and his wrist flicks up and down until he's a squirming mess - as if he was trying to get away from the perverted thoughts. your name tumbles from his lips, his head writhing from side to side as he pushes himself deeper into a euphoric state. sweat begins to bead on his hair line, and his back is so close to arching up off the bed, eyebrows scrunched in pleasure as his hand drives him closer and closer to finishing, and just the thought of you catching him doing this - especially if you heard him calling your name - has his hips slamming into his fist, cum falling all over himself and the bed while a rush of air blows past his parted lips. maybe now he can finally get some sleep.
JENO.
his shirt is pushed roughly up to his chin, one hand wrapped around his cock while the other is covering his mouth, trying to stifle the sounds of his long, drawn out groans. he strokes himself rather fast to the porn audio blaring in his earbuds. he can't see the screen, but he doesn't need that, the girls voice doing just as much as her body would. his hips jerk at the violent squelch of her pussy being fucked and even though the boys were bound to come home any minute and interrupt him, he finds his hand slipping from his lips and his voice growing louder until he pushes through his orgasm, ropes of cum falling all over his abdomen and a bit on his shirt that he'll use to clean up with when he comes down from his high.
JAEMIN.
it's not a conscious decision. over time his hand slowly inches under the waistband of his sweats and starts touching his cock, getting himself hard and needy long before he realizes it. but when he gets into it, he can't help but bite down on his knuckles, tearing through the flesh and drawing a bit of blood. it's almost too much for him, speeding up his hand and slowing it down to tease himself. he loves to edge himself, culling his body to the edge and pulling back at the very last second. it leaves him sensitive and his brain foggy, the only thing pushing his hand to keep going being the release he knew would feel so fucking good. he edges himself so much that when he finally cums, his load is huge, ropes of it landing on his chest and pooling at the base of his cock, that only goes away with a proper shower.
HAECHAN.
he fucks his fist shamelessly, thoughts of you bubbling at the edge of his mind even though his own whines and incessant whimpers drown out most of it. the sheets twist together with how much he's writhing, legs shaking with an intensity no ones seen before, because he's the only one who knows just exactly how to drive his body crazy. he spits in his hand messily, the lewd squelch of it against his cock filling the tiny dorm room and making his head spin even more. he grits his teeth when he feels his orgasm building, focusing more on his tip to drive him into sensory overload until he cums hard - all over his body, legs, sheets and even a bit on his chin, but that doesn't stop him. he needs to push himself into overstimulation, stroking himself relentlessly until he's shaking so much from the pleasure and he can't keep a steady rhythm.
RENJUN.
his mind is filled with filthy thoughts of you. so much so that as soon as he gets home from practice, he bolts to his room and locks the door, rushed hands pushing at the fabric of his shorts while he hops on the bed, needy hands wrapping around his cock, which was already bursting with the need to release. fat beads of precum collect on his tip which he uses to lubricate himself, his tight fist already fucking himself with no need for outside stimuli. the filthy images of you bending over in a pretty lace skirt was enough to get him going, and the thought of you spreading your cheeks and baring yourself to his curious eyes has his orgasm washing over him in surprise, staining the sweaty practice hoodie he was wearing. the nastier side of renjuns mind tells him to give you the stained hoodie as a gift, but once post nut clarity kicks in, he shoves the thought aside and goes to clean up.
CHENLE.
the first thing he does is pull up videos he has on his phone of the two of you making out, fucking, and his favorite: you choking on his cock. your sounds drive him wild, and the expression he watches bloom over your face when you can't take all of him down your throat has his hand inching towards his waistband. it happens quickly then, losing himself in your sounds, eyes closing at some point, his wrist flicking to the rhythm of your gagging. his free hand reaches down to caress his balls, the slight squeeze he gives them enough to send his head reeling. he imagines giving you a facial - releasing all of his cum onto your face till it's dripping down your cheeks, but instead he finishes into his palm for a quick and easy clean up.
JISUNG.
touching his body with shy hands as he dances around the fact that he's painfully hard, but his head is screaming at him to get off, so with delicate fingers he shimmies his shorts down and starts palming himself. slowly at first, with a heavy drawn in breath that he holds until he can't anymore and his hips are bucking up, prompting him to start fucking his hand. jisung doesn't watch or think about anything, just revels in the feeling of his fist tightening around his cock. his eyes are squeezed closed, bottom lip caught between his teeth while he culls himself to the edge, until he's so fucking close and his eyes snap open, looking for something he can release into without making a mess; and when he sees the towel slung across his desk chair, he hastily snatches it and all but humps the textured fabric until he's spilling him cum into it, groans caught in the back of his throat. he'll be damned if he gets caught by another member.
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Hello! Can I please request more jisung bf messages 😭😭
jisung boyfriend texts (3) part one. part two.
tysm for your request! i got so many in working my way through them :,) here’s my masterlist <3 (tw sexual themes lol as usual)
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