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#this hair on renjun looks so good
faerenjun · 1 year
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ncteez · 6 months
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i realize that i haven't talk about mingyu's new hair cut and i just wanna say that i've never loved a man more.
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neonacity · 2 years
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OH MY GOD RENJUN?!
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luvyeni · 3 months
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❛LIFE AFTER❜ ( 00' liners )
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p. roommate!00'liners x fem!reader w. 3.6k+
— 𖦹 warnings. multiple sex scene, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, jealous renjun (bro has it out for haechan)
— 𖦹 ( life with your roomates after what happened previously ) !
authors note. people were asking for a part 2 so i had to deliver.
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You threw your head back , jaemins head buried in between your legs — his tongue licking your folds as his nose bumped against your clit. “Ja-jaemin fuck , more.” He held your legs open , holding your stomach down as you squirmed. “Fuck im gonna cum!” You screamed , legs shaking as you came on his tongue.
“Oh fuck!”
He pulled away with that same condescending smirk he wore every time he ate you out. “Jesus princess , you’re gonna pull my hair out of you keep gripping it like that.” You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”
You felt his cock twitching against you , reaching down to stroke him through his pants. “Sh-shit don’t.” He grabbed your hand. “Why not?” you questioned. “as much as I want bury my cock it your pretty pussy , I have class.” He said. “you’re gonna go the class hard.”
He shrugged , standing up on the bed. “Not like I haven’t before , it really helps with the ladies.” He wiggled his eyes brows , causing you to roll your eyes once again. “you jealous princess?” he smirked  , you scoffed.  “And why would I be jealous?” you slid your panties back on. “Oh yeah that’s right , you have three other alternatives.” He said — just as jeno walked into your room. “there goes one of them.”
It had been a long time since it was supposed to be a “one time thing” with your roommates — many times you’ve found yourself in jeno’s and jaemins bed , or haechan sneaking inside your room at night whining about how horny he was , asking you to help him out — which you almost always did.
Renjun on the other hand — he never really came to you , more like you went to him. He never denied you , or course not , he would never miss the opportunity to fuck you or have you go down on him , especially whenever he was stressed.
“Sorry sweet , can’t fuck you today , I have a class as well.” Jeno eyed your half naked body. “when have any of you cared about school that much?” you pouted. “haechan is on his way, you know he’s never not ready to fuck you.” Jeno said. “fine , and when I start fucking him only don’t say anything.” They both scoffed , seeing your bluff. “Jaemin , you know what I can miss a day , what about you?”
Jaemin smirked , you looked in between the both of them confused. “Yeah , it just a regular class , I can watch online.” Before you even ask what they were talking about , jeno was picking your body up , you yelped in surprise. “Jeno!” He held you down against his hardening cock. “You want cock so much , how about taking two?”
It was always just you and one of them , but the thought of two of them made your panties soak. “Look at her eyes , going dumb just by the thought.” Jaemin snickered,  his cock in front of your face. “that’s what you want to take two cocks at the same time -hm- like a slut?” you grinded down on jeno cock , he groaned out , slapping your ass , gripping it. “Sh-shit jeno.”
He lifted you up , pulling his cock out from his underwear and sweats , jerking his cock , slapping his head against your ass. “gonna fuck this cunt.” He pulled your panties to the side — his cockhead rubbing against your folds. “treat you like the whore you arm.” He abruptly pushed you down on his cock , both of you moaning out. “fu-fuck , pussy is so good.”
He pushed you down on your cock , the burn from his cock stretching you out deliciously. “that’s it , take my fat cock.” You moved your hips up and down , lifting your shirt up , sucking on you boobs that bounced on his face.
Meanwhile , jaemin was teasing you — his cock long freed from his pants , tapping against your lips , leaving behind a trail of his pre-cum. “you want my cock down your throat princess , want me to abuse your mouth while fucks you cunt.” He pushed his tip into your mouth. “fuuuuck , your mouth is so warm.” He groaned , sliding his cock into your mouth.
He slowly fucked into your mouth , occasionally hitting the back of your throat every time jeno fucked up into your hole. “God your mouth is like heaven.” He groaned. “gotta fuck your mouth often.” Jeno slapped your ass. “M'shit , your pussy is choking my cock , gonna cum inside you.”
He lifted his legs up , getting a better angle as he fucked you , you cursed , your words being muffled by jaemins cock. “Sh-shit keep doing that , she’s moaning like a slut on my dick.” He threw his head back. “Fuck! Im gonna cum down your throat.”
He grabbed the back of your head , pushing it all the way down , using your mouth like some sort of toy , before you felt his cum shoot to the back of your throat. “Oh fuck!” he cursed , pulling out , jerking off his still hard cock , more cum shooting from his red cock on to your lips , all the way up to your lips. “Look at you , nasty baby , gonna let jeno cum inside?”
“Y-yes.” You yelled out , feeling yourself about to cum. “i-im gonna fucking cum.” Jeno rutted his hips up faster. “Jeno -fuck- jeno im cumming!” you let out a pornographic scream , legs shaking , falling over as you came. “shaking like a leaf on my cock.” He laughed. “Jae she really a little slut.”
“Sh-shit im gonna cum.” Jeno hissed , pressing you down , nuzzling his cock deep inside as he came. “take my fucking cum slut , take it like the cumdump you are.” He fully emptied himself inside you — thank god for birth control.
“You have a filthy mouth.” You hissed as jeno cleaned you up. “me, had your mouth not been full of cock we both know your mouth is just as filthy as mines.” He helped you get dressed. You turned to jaemin who was resting on your bed. “did I say you can sleep here?” he opened one eyes before speaking.
“you just sucked the soul out of me , I did a nap and your room is the most comfortable." He closed his eyes — you turned to jeno who shook his head. “im gonna go watch the class online , since someone made me miss a class.” He said walking out of the room.
Renjun walked through the door , dropping his bag tiredly , his classes had worn him out — he just wanted to fall asleep in his bed , he didn’t even have the energy to fix himself some food , going straight to his room to sleep.
Well at least that’s what he wanted , to take a nice sleep — but instead he had to listen to you scream on the other side of his wall as his other two roommates fucked you. “sh-shit.” He could feel his cock stirring awake in his sweats , your moans were like music to his ears , bringing his hand to palm his cock. “No.” he stopped himself , he wasn’t gonna do that , turning on his side,  taking his pillow to cover his ear to block out the sounds.
By the time you guys were done , he was no longer even tired , he was hard a fuck and desperate to relieve himself — maybe he could ask you. You always came go him , he was too nervous to ask , but he knew he’d end up fucking his hand until his wrist grew tired if he tried to jerk off.
After playing mental gymnastics in his hand , he got up making his way put his bedroom to knock on yours. “come in.” he heard your soft voice , smiling to himself as he opened the door , stepping in , his smile immediately dropping as he looked at the scene in front of him.
You sat on your bed , scrolling through phone , half naked — while a half naked jaemin slept beside you. “o-oh shit im sorry.” He said , turning. “we aren’t doing anything , he’s sleep how can I help you?” He stared at your bare thighs,  wanting nothing more to than burry his head in between them , but he couldn’t cause of jaemin — lord he hated jaemin right now.
“O-oh n-nothing I was wondering if you wanted to get take out?” he said , cursing himself out in his head. “Sure , whatever you want is fine.” He nodded , taking a quick last peek at your thighs before making his way out of the room , shutting the door. “you know he wanted to fuck right?”
You slightly jumped , turning to him. “you scared me.” You slapped his chest. “And what do you know?” You said. “because im a man , I saw that look in his eyes.” He sat up. “how did you see anything if you were sleep.” You rolled your eyes. “call is a sixth sense.” He pinched your thigh , you slapped his hand. “that hurt.”
“Let me kiss it better.” He kissed your thigh. “I know what you’re doing.” He smirked against your thigh , before placing another kiss , spreading your legs. “good then we can skip that part.” He lowered his head in between your thighs.
“I'm home now , i just in.” you held the bags in your hand , making your way to your room — shopping tired you out and all you wanted was to lay down and watch tv in your bed.
Your door was open — that was strange , you always kept it closed. You walked up to the door , hearing a loud curse , realizing who it was , kicking the door open. “haechan how many times have I told you not to come into my room to use my computer.”
He turned in your chair , smiling. “I was waiting for you to come home.” He said. “I missed you.” He whined. “shut up mark.” He spoke through his headset.  “Wow you’re really comfortable — get out.” You dropped your bags. “Im tired and I don’t want to hear you yelling at mark right now.”
You heard him say goodbye to mark , as you got undress to your underwear , climbing into bed — feeling a dip right after.  “haechan I said — but I want you.” He whined in your ear.  “I waited all day for you.” You could feel him grinding his cock against your thigh , it made you smirk. “yeah?”
You brought your hand to his hard on squeezing it in your palm , he moaned. “what do you want.” You palmed him , he tried his best not to grind against your hand so he wouldn’t cum. “i-I want to f-fuck you , p-please.” He stuttered out. “Please.”
He sounded so cute begging for you like that , humping you leg. “keep humping my thigh , then maybe i'll let you fuck me.” He whined , annoyed. “Y-y/n why?” he pouted , still not stopping his movements though. “because I like watching you act like a bunny in heat.” You teased. “fucking my thigh like it’s the last thing you’ll ever fuck.” You bit his ear lobe , his hips stuttered against your leg. “fuck?”
He felt his front becoming wet , his ears turning red — he’d just came in his pants like a teenager. “good boy.” You praised. “you can fuck me now.” He wasted no time , ripping his pants  off , throwing them along with his ruined underwear , climbing in between your legs. “Slow down hyuck , im not going anywhere.”
“I’m so horny.” He pressed his needy tip at your entrance. “I can’t help it.” He pushed into your waiting hole. “of fuck , I can’t.” He felt like he was going crazy the way your cunt gripped him like vice. “your pussy is too tight.” You moaned , as he rutted into your hole. “fu-fuck hyuck your so big.”
He reached between your sweaty bodies , rubbing your hard clit. “oh fuck hyuck im gonna cum , fuck!” you shouted  , he sped up his movements. “m-me too , I want you to cum first.” He stuttered. “Cum first.” He rubbed harsher circles on your clit. “fuck im cumming!” You moaned , tightening your legs around his waist as you came. “fu-fuck cum inside me hyuck.”
“Shit.” He cursed upon hearing your lewd words.  “fuck im cumming.” He emptied himself inside you , rutting his hips a few times to ride out his high, before pulling out his softening cock.
“Didn’t know you had a breeding kink.” He teased , you rolled your eyes. “Don’t tease me when you came all over  yourself not only 20 minutes ago.” He shrugged , nestling into your side. “no shame in my game , not every day a bad bitch lets you hump her thigh.” You laughed. “you are so corny.”
“Good morning lazy bums.” You walked into the kitchen where everyone was. “its 11:30 , and we’re the lazy bums , do you even go to school?” Jaemin joked. “when absolutely necessary.” You grabbed a yogurt from the fridge . “I need my beauty sleep.” You said.
“Or maybe you need to stop fucking haechan 4 o’clock in the morning.” Jeno said , both of you turned to him. “what I do in her bedroom is none of your business.” He said , with his mouth full of cereal. “it is when its 4 o’clock in the morning.” Renjun muttered, he was quietly sitting at the table , watching you. “Are you just upset that it's not you?” hyuck teased, you slapped his hand. “Go get ready.” You said. “Before I tell everyone what you did the other day.” He quickly got up , making his way into his room. “he doesn’t know you told us already.” You shook your head. “I have few more errands , don’t tell him just yet.”
“do you have class today?” you asked renjun once you both were alone , he shook his head — he’d been doing that a lot lately , only using head , or really short answers. “No.”
He stood up , putting his dish in the sink. “im going back to my room.” He said before making his way back to his cave where could be alone.
He didn’t mean to be so rude , he knew he shouldn’t be jealous , it’s not that he hated what you were doing , he just wish he could come to you like they could , without getting nervous — like how haechan did , fuck sometimes he wanted to stuff his mouth with socks.
Jeno and jaemin he had no problem with them , at least they didn’t be smug assholes about it — bur hyuck , he had to let everyone know what was going on , tease him to his face , mock him , it just pissed him off.
It pissed him off always hearing you moan his name , how much a dick he’d be in the morning after. “fuck.” He groaned , the mere thought of your moans turned him on , so desperately wanting to feel you again.
You knocked on his door , waiting for him to answer. “Jun.” you called , he opened the door. “yes?” He stuck his head out. “I just wanted to ask if you’re okay?” no he was horny as hell , and wanted to beat haechan up. “im fine.”
“you sure , you just seem.” You started. “Seem what?” he said. “well like you are — upset?” he interrupted. “well yeah.” You said. “are you?” You asked. “yes.” He said , your lips parted to speak. “is that not what you wanted me to say?” he said. “that everything was just fine when it’s not.” He was now out of the room , backing you against your bedrooms door. “just like always.”
You didn’t know why , but his new change of attitude was turning you on. “w-well why are you upset?” you tried not to stutter but he pressed against you,  his breath fanning against your face. “You want know princess , you really want to know?” fuck that nickname almost made your knees buckle. “Because im horny as fuck. He said.
“Im horny as fuck , and every time I want to come to you , you’re always busy , or too busy fucking haechan to even notice.” His hand running up your arm , causing you to shiver. “He’s always in the way , I don’t care about the others , but it’s always him.” His lips were so close to yours. “im so sick of him.” He pressed his lips against yours.
He opened the door — you stumbled back but he caught you , not breaking the kiss until you reached the bed. “sit down.” He pushed you down , sitting in front of your legs , spreading them. “he talks so much shit about how he does this better , m’gonna show him.” He pulled down your panties. “such a wet cunt.” He licked your folds. “taste so good.” He dove right in , licking at your cunt , using his thumb to rubbed at your clit.
You threw your head , back holding his head. He was better than hyuck , but you’d never tell , you were trying  to start world war three in the apartment.  “so fucking good jun.” he hummed against your cunt. “shit.”
He added a finger , thrusting slowly in your cunt , sucking at your clit. “fuck jun im gonna cum!” he gave you the okay , your legs stiffened as you came. “oh my god.” You gasped , he pulled away , his lips glossy.
He didn’t mutter a word , pushing you back against the bed , climbing on top of you. “re-rejun , please.” You begged. “Please fuck me.” He palmed himself , releasing his hard cock. “Do you even deserve it?” He rubbed himself against your heat. “I don’t think you do.”
“pl-please , I want it.” You moaned , he slowly push his cock into your hole , stopping at his tip. “you want the hole thing?” he teased , slowly fucking you with his tip. “re-renjun please.” Tears wielding in your eyes. “awe are you crying.” He teased. “you want my cock that bad?” you nodded. “pl-please.”
He pushed himself all the way in , bottoming out. “fuck such a nice cunt.” He moved his hips , dragging his cock in and out of your hole. “nice and tight.” He groaned. “f-faster.” You cried , he began to snap his hips against yours , pinching your nipples. “Fu-fuck im not gonna last if you keep gripping me like that.”
You were overwhelmed , ready to cum at any moment. “you gonna cum princess?” he said. “cum all over my cock? Do it , cum.” He commanded , and with that you came , tightening around him. “oh shit , im gonna cum.” He grunted. “shit.”
You felt his seed pour inside you , you sighed at the feeling. “so good.” He stilled his hips , making sure he was empty , before pulling out. “shit.” He watched it leak out of you. “that’s so hot.”
He helped you get dressed — putting on your clothes back on , you sat up in the bed , pulling him back down on the bed. “what?” You pushed him down , to lay down. “maybe if you stayed , haechan wouldn’t always be here to keep me company.”
His face turned red , you laughed. “if you want to come hang out with me , then just ask, you don’t have to make this whole thing weird , you see me and jaemin , we hang out all the time.” You said. “even when we aren’t you know.”
“Then let’s go somewhere, tomorrow.” He asked , just as the door opened. “yeah let’s go.” Hyuck walked in , renjun was about to get up , but you stopped him. “hyuck , I love you but not today.” The boy pouted. “why not , he’s about to leave isn’t he?” You shook your head. “no , he’s staying here and hanging out with me , we can hang out later on , now go.” You sent the pouting boy on his way , you turned to him with a smile.
“Now what should we do?”
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leejenowrld · 2 months
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nct dream reactions, what sex + aftercare with them is like
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nct dream ‘00 liner + mark
this is very long and in bullet point format
☆ mark lee
a very soft dom
sex happens frequently, it catches him off guard sometimes but you’re horny for him 24/7, he doesn’t quite realise how sexy he is and that’s what makes it so interesting and fun
delicately taking the clothes off each others body even even in desperation and even if you’re rushing, you just have an intensifying love for each other
presses the most comforting and softest kisses all over every inch of your body
doesn’t fail to make you feel loved and beautiful
praise after praise, he’s so in love and in awe of you, he can’t believe he’s yours and your his
chuckles and tuts, warns you to be patient when you close your thighs tightly
he’s all about the foreplay
he likes a gradual and sensual build up
presses open mouthed kisses to your pussy, sucking and lapping at your folds
makes you cum by eating you out before his cock is even inside of you
loves when you scream his name and he’s not even inside of you, gives him the confidence boost he needs and deserves
he always looks so beautiful above you, his hair falling down and messily hanging over his eyes
his eyes that are so full of light and love as he stares deep into your eyes that share the same feeling, never breaking eye contact
you guys love tired and lazy sex, he’s a busy guy so you can’t expect 100% energy all the time! but it’s enough, the lazy kisses, muffled moans, lazy thrusts… it’s still perfection
giddy smiles and laughs, definitely kisses you while grinning
soft touches on your face, hand holding is a must, hands over your boobs as you ride him or suck his cock when your head is hanging off the side of the bed
loves being inside of you. his no.1 feeling in the world, nothing else comes close
loves seeing where you connect
heavy sighs and moans leave his mouth
the most softest and sweet open mouthed kisses against your lips when he bottoms out
hands gripping your thighs as you wrap them around him waist
truly feels like he’s making love with you
every time he’s inside you he thanks god, he falls in love with you a little more every time he’s buried deep into your tight cunt
it’s so tight and he loves it
heavy panting and breathing
grunts and moans of your name
he whispers in your ear, words he only wants you to hear. “your pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?” “such a good girl for me” “fuck, yeah, just like that baby girl” “this feels so good”
occasionally he has a dirty mouth and can be very pussy drunk. “you pussy is so tight for me” “you’re so tight” “pretty cunt so tight just for me” “my cunt”
the aftercare!!! he will give you everything and anything, he will go above and beyond to care for your needs and make sure you feel as humanly good as possible
he will apologise to every inch of your body that he hurt, he will also kiss every inch, making you feel loved doesn’t stop with sex, it’s a forever thing, he will always make you feel cherished
massages every inch of your body, tells you how good you are for him and how much he will love you and always will love you
☆ renjun
he’s a soft dom or a switch, he fucks with his only priority being you, making you feel good and loved, giving you pleasure and meeting all of your needs, you come first always
his love language, acts of service, comes through even when he’s fucking you
sex with him is super sweet and loving, it always ends with the most full feeling in your hearts. making love with him is the best
he’s definitely whiny and can beg for you
his main focus is praising you and loving you
loves when you take the need and initiate it, he just loves when you get needy and beg to ride him, loves when you become desperate for him
loves when you try to ride him after he’s fucked you dumb
your palms pressed against his chest or your hands tightening in his as you bite your lip, determined face as you ride up and down his length, his hands guiding you
but you’re always so weak, you’re already so wet and so fucked, nonetheless he loves it when you take control
he’s usually in a softer mood, will never fail to tell you how much he loves you and appreciates your body and this moment
loves the feeling of your walls clenching around him, loves the sight of your pussy making room for him. it's always so snug and tight
prefers when the two of you make little noise, loves the idea that he’s the only one who can hear how hot and sexy you are
moans nonstop in your ear, moans concealed only for you, choked sobs and grunts of your name, all to give you reassurance and turn you on, he lives to turn you on.
his moans are very airy and light
covers your mouth or chokes you when you’re being too loud, or even kisses you when he’s in a soft and loving mood (which is always)
a lot of cockwarming, aftercare is all about feeling close with him
he’ll hold you all night long
it’s a very loving and caring experience with him
temple and forehead kisses as he confesses his love for you over and over again
☆ lee jeno
he’s very quick, rough and fast with you 90% of the time. it’s what you want and love.
you have a very adventurous sex life, he’s a hard dom and the sex always has you curling your toes and screaming his name
rips your clothes/lingerie off, is able to unhook your bra with his teeth, it’s very hot
pounds into your pussy, flush against flush, hits your g-spot over and over again
his cock is so big and he knows it
loves when you squirt all over his cock or his face, drinks your cum like it’s water
paints patterns on your skin with your cum
fucks all your cum back into you, also loves cumming inside of you, won’t stop until your walls are filled with cum, wants to a fuck a baby info you, major breeding kink
loves looking down to see where you connect, grunts when he moves his cock away from your hole post orgasm, seeing all the juices and cum slick up
loves seeing you cry, dacryphilia, loves when you beg him and tell him it’s too much and that you can’t take it anymore
he shakes his head. you’ve already cummed so many times but he wipes away your tears, telling you to be his good girl
loves looking down at you and seeing how tiny your hole is, definitely a size kink thing, loves your tight pussy that makes enough room for his massive cock.
always reassures you that your pussy and his cock were made for each other, so when you cry that you can’t take his cock or that it’s too big he shakes his head and tells you it will fit
loves pinning you down, loves manhandling you, loves trapping your arms and locking them above your head, loves choking you, loves slapping your pussy and cheek
spits on your pussy and in your mouth, he does it with no warning, you’re his cum slut, he can do whatever he wants to you and you oblige with a grin
he loves eating you out, kisses your pussy and always tell you how in love he is with you and your pussy
eats you out like a starved man
loves being in between your thighs, licking a long stripe of his tongue against your clit, lapping and sucking until you’re screaming his name and come undone on his tongue
also loves when you sit on his face, your thighs either side of his head as he closes you in, hands kneading your thighs and he eats you out, lapping as you fuck his face, thrusting up and down
can be so mean to you in bed when you’ve pissed him off or just because he wants to
ties your arms and legs up so you can’t touch him as he fucks you dumb, orgasm over orgasm, leaves hickies all over your body without care for who’s going to see them
his hand tightens around your neck so easily, it’s second nature for him to apply pressure with his fingers and metal rings and choke you
bottoms you out and doesn’t move when you’ve really pissed him off
loves spanking and slapping you, it’s all consensual of course, loves to take his anger out on you, his hands will just naturally find your ass and slap you as you ride him, titties bouncing over his face as he slaps you boobs or your cheek
can and will fuck you anywhere, finds you leaning against the desk on your phone? he’s coming up behind you, pressing his back against you and whispering filth in your ear, bulge pressing hard against your ass as he lifts your dress up and fucks you from behind,
rare and occasional moments of a soft dom jeno, happens mostly when you ride him, in his car, a chair or his bed. wraps his arms around you to bring you as humanly close to him as possible, you mould into one, his hands gripping your hips, guiding you on his cock when he feels your climax is high because he knows you can hold on, he wants to cum with you, in you
constant praises “you’re so pretty” “so beautiful” “you’re mine” “your tight little cunt is all mine” “i love you so fucking much” “you’re my world”
aftercare is always the sweetest whether he was a hard dom or soft dom
always has a bath with you even when you’re tired and begging to sleep. “just stay awake for me, ok? 10 more minutes than i’ll cuddle you and hold you all night long”
massages your skin thoroughly, holds you tightly and applies your favourite scents all over your body, smirking when his fingers softly massage your folds, tutting and telling you no with a nod of his head when you whine and try to move his fingers away from your sensitive spot
☆ lee donghyuck
bratty switch
he is so whiny and needy, you’ve gotten used to him begging for your attention
always touching you, if it’s non sexual, a light hand on the back, kneading your stomach, massaging your shoulders, then don’t worry because it will always end up sexual
light slaps of your ass, massaging your boobs, finger circling your nipple
such a tease, will lap at your cunt and eat you out until you’re panting his name heavily but will stop his movements the second you clench, when he can feel you’re about to cum
loves edging you on, loves your frustrated moans and whimpers, loves when you pull on his hair with force, loves when you slap him or spit on him
loves fucking your boobs, loves when you sit on his face, just wants his vision to be suffocated by your ass or your tits
loves size training with you, will start with his fingers and coo when you shake your head and say it’s too big “how will your pretty, tight little cunt take my cock then?”
thrusts his fingers in and out, adding more when he pleases, stretching you out for him
you cry when his tip enters you, already crying that he’s too big for you but he makes you believe that he will always fit in you, your cunt is made for him
loves throwing you in all different positions, loves missionary when he’s feeling like making love to you, loves doggy when he wants to feel all of you and get the most control, loves when you’re on too too, he loves begging for you, calling you mummy as you slap him and take the lead
loves when you choke him, tying him up, you love slowing your rise and fall on his cock when he’s being bratty and begging too much for it
he fucks you so deep, filling every inch of your walls and hitting your g-spot tighter when you wrap your legs around his waist or shoulders, he starts to cry when you’re both close to cumming
he’s very messy, cum, spit and drool is everywhere. your makeup is smudged and the two of you are sore all over due to using each other to let out your built up frustrations
aftercare is about mutual care and looking after each other, the two of you cuddle, wipe each other clean and massage each others limbs, sometimes you’re too lazy to go and have a bath so he always keeps wipes near the bed
☆ na jaemin
whether he’s angry at you or simply wants to make love to you until the two of you become one, he always starts off gentle and soft
affection in his eyes and touch, gentle hands as he takes off your panties or lingerie, covering your body in kisses and praises “you’re so beautiful, baby” “so pretty for me”
massages your limbs, gets you prepared for him breaking your bones and bending you in ways your body has never moved in before
he always has such a cheeky and annoying smile on his face, the same smile when he tells you he loves you and that you’re his pretty baby and the same smile when you’re begging and crying underneath him, tears welling up in your eyes as you’re begging him to touch you instead of teasing you
loves cumming inside of you, painting your walls and the feeling of your liquids and juices combining and mixing, he wants to fuck a baby into you
into foreplay and will make you cum by his tongue atleast twice before slamming his cock into you but when you’re both in a rush, you waste no time
your walls stretch for him and the two of you just stay like that for a while, breathing and panting heavily, looking into each other’s eyes, looking down with a moan to see where you’ve become one
he’ll call you his “pretty girl” “good girl” “you always take me so well” before he slams his hips against yours, flush against flush as he fucks you so deeply, fucking into your wet pussy and driving his cock so fast into you
creampie, loves filling you with cum to the point where it leaks out, “it’s too much for your tiny and pretty cunt? awww….”
loves when you’re loud, whispers in your ear that you’re not being loud because he wants you to be louder, he wants people to hear you moan his name and how good he’s making you feel
will definitely tut when you clench around him
spanks you as he fucks you, the feeling of your thighs meeting his making him moan your name over and over again
he’s so soft with you, he loves looking into your eyes and telling you how much he loves you
he loves running his fingertips over every inch of your skin softly, replacing his fingers with his lips, making sure every inch of you feels beautiful, it’s one thing when he calls you beautiful but he truly makes you feel it too
doesn’t ever break eye contact with you, shakes his head when you try to cover your face with your hands or hide into his neck
loves marking you and isn’t unapologetic about it, loves to show you off and show everyone that you’re his, the marks all over your neck and proof, only he can touch you like this
“pretty little cunt made for me” “look so beautiful like this baby” he truly believes that his cock and your pussy were made for each other, that they’re only complete when he’s fucking into your tight little hole
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tddyhyck · 11 months
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golden boy (l.jn)
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pairings ⇢ bf!jeno x afab!reader (other dreamies mentioned)
word count ⇢ 4.9k
synopsis ⇢ jeno is your sweet lovely attentive boyfriend who takes care of you publicly and privately
warnings ⇢ 18+, smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, softish!dom jeno, spit, crying, big thick dick jeno, fingering, throat fucking/blowjobs, overstimulation (reader cums a lot), fingering, semi-public (ig they’re in a car), cum eating, reader has a wap, use of slut, cum eating, teasing, overuse of the word pretty and baby (lemme know if i missed any)
playlist ⇢ skin _ mac miller / love between _ kali uchis / sanctuary _ joji
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The music was too loud and the room smelled heavily of weed. You were thankful for the hand dancing under your large jacket from the small of your back to your belt loops when the crowd got too pushy. Also thankful for the large arm that pushed people out of the way as you tried to break through the crowd. Finally out of the middle of what could be compared to a mosh pit you sighed, turning to pull the strong protective arms to you and out the back door.
Your fingers squeezed over the leather that covered his bicep as you pulled him to the patio finding your friends around the fire pit. You felt like you were floating instead of walking over to them but that was probably from smoking earlier. Your grip on Jeno’s arm loosened as you finally made it to your friends.
“You survived!” Renjun cheered from his spot on the ground in front of Chenle who was tucked into himself to keep warm. You laughed while Jeno sat back in his chair before pulling you onto his lap and wrapping a large blanket around you both.
You curled yourself into your boyfriend. His large warm arms engulfed you as Mark was playing guitar while everyone sang along. This was the best part about going to parties. You didn’t care for the bad playlist on repeat or the dancing or even really the drinking. But sitting around a warm fire with some of your closest friends and random stragglers while listening to music was so comfortable.
Your boyfriend keeping you warm was also a big bonus, and he looked so good tonight. Black jeans with a tight black shirt tucked in under a leather jacket. You had sat on his bathroom counter earlier and styled his hair slicking it back away from his face but leaving a few strands to fall over his forehead.
He stood in front of your parted legs, torso bare, and towel hanging low on his hips while he played with a string on your shorts. He looked directly at you, never shy about you noticing his staring.
You contemplated keeping him between your legs and pulling the towel from his waist and having him fuck you against the counter but you decided against it. Somewhat of a double edge sword because you could feel your panties soaking every time you peeked over at him.
His attentiveness didn’t help; it only made you want him more. The way he went out of his way for you. When he poured and held your cup so you didn’t have to worry about it or when he led you to the bathroom, waiting politely outside before leading you back out. You stared at his hands when he pushed some guy away from falling into you. You thought about how good it would feel to have them shoved in your mouth or in your cunt or even wrapped around your throat.
You could feel your cheeks heating while you pressed your thighs together and pushed yourself back into Jeno’s lap. He rubbed soothing circles on your hip before gripping it to keep you from moving. You leaned your head back falling into his neck, lips grazing his soft skin.
“You good?” he whispered. You nodded looking up at him reaching a hand up to push the loose strands away from tickling his eyebrow. You stayed like that feeling his warmth and how his chest vibrates when he laughed at something stupid Jaemin would say between songs. his leg moved slightly up and down as he tapped his foot to the rhythm you didn’t even know what song Mark was playing. Only focused on the pretty boy surrounding you. He glanced down at you only to find you already staring back.
“Hi,” you whispered. Chenle was scolding Jisung for getting the lyrics to some song wrong.
“Hi.” he breathed out. You brought your hand to his chest playing with the necklace you let him borrow, fingers tugging slightly at his collar. Your mind drifted to it dangling over you while he fucked deep into your cunt.
“Need you,” you mumbled, staring up at him with innocent doe eyes. His hand grazed from your hip to slip under your jacket and shirt to rest on your waist.
“Let's go?” he whispered, smiling down at you lazily.
“But I don’t wanna go yet,” you admitted with a pout, eyes trailing down his jaw to his chest.
“I’m not fucking you while our friends sing kumbaya, c'mon,” he says making you giggle while he lifts you easily before turning and folding the blanket and laying it in the chair.
“We’re heading out.” he says, followed by various “noooo” and “aww.”
“You can’t leave already, it's only like 11.” haechan pouts from across the fire.
“Well, we are,” Jeno responds dryly. You hit him lightly on the stomach.
“They have to leave so Jeno can fuck y/n’s brains out,” Jaemin smirks. You flip him off and roll your eyes in response.
“How’s it going for you? Hasn’t it been 3, nope, 4 months now?” Jeno says, grabbing your bag and your hand pulling you away from your friends to the back gate.
“Damn,” you can hear Haechan and Renjun chorus. You know Jaemin won’t hear the end of this and it makes you laugh. Jeno laces his fingers in yours as you cross the patio before stepping into the grass. It's still soft and slightly muddy from the rain the previous day. He reaches around you gripping your waist to lift you slightly off the ground.
“I can walk, you know,” you say, rolling your eyes, but you're blushing as he holds you effortlessly.
“I don’t want you to get your pretty feet muddy,” he replies, unlocking the back gate and slipping through before closing it back. The front yard is far worse than the back; some kids are passed out against the front porch, a couple is fighting and some boys are playing tag. You grip Jeno’s shoulders while he leads you through the mushy grass and to the sidewalk. placing you down, hand finding its way back to yours.
“You look so fucking hot tonight,” you whine when you're far enough away from the house. He just smirks, pulling you close to him. It only made you crazier because he knew he was hot and not in an arrogant way but in a sexy confident way.
“It's because my girlfriend styled me tonight.” you laughed hearing his keys jingle before clicking to unlock the car.
“And she lets you go out like this when girls like me are drooling over you.” you look up at him as he presses you to the car door. His leg pushes yours apart before pressing against you.
“She doesn’t know how much I like it when girls like you are drooling over me.” he leans down kissing your neck and snaking his hand around your waist. Pulling you away from the car and opening the door in one motion. He leans you down into the passenger seat letting you settle while he sits your bag at your feet before grabbing the seatbelt and fastening it for you.
He was always so attentive to you; he did all the things that were so easy and mundane to you. Opening the door for you, combing your hair, tying your shoes. The driver's side opened before he got in starting the car while you fiddled with your phone to put on music.
“You can’t put on a sex playlist yet.” he huffed, bringing his hands to the wheel. You laughed, turning up the volume before leaning back in your seat. His hand found its way to your thigh before he pulled onto the street.
You stared at him one hand on the wheel and the other on you. He puffed air out his mouth making the strand of hair dance on his forehead. You hadn’t realized your legs were spreading as you watched the way his jaw tightened when he met a red light. He looked over at you.
“You look like I’ve already made you cum,” he smirked, tilting his head. He brought his fingers to your core, dancing lightly over your heat making you sigh.
“You’re so mean,” you say when he pressed the gas again. “You can’t touch me, we still have like 10 more minutes in the car.” he laughed, adding more pressure to your clit.
He continued like that and it felt like you hit every single stoplight only prolonging your trip which made your head spin. You were grinding against his hand while you gripped his forearm.
“If you don’t fucking pull over.” you whimpered, chest rising and falling swiftly.
“You can’t wait for 7 more minutes.” he teased, bringing his hand away before slapping it down, making you jerk. He just laughed at you and it made your tummy flip. you loved this side of him, your sweet adoring boyfriend taunting you. His familiar crescent eyes were replaced with a cocked brow and a lazy smirk.
“How about this,” he offered, bringing his fingers to your button. “I make you cum now with my fingers,” pausing while he unbuttoned your pants. “and then when we get back I’ll make you cum on my tongue,” pausing again to tug the zipper down. “and then I’ll fill up your pretty pussy.” You nodded aggressively when his fingers made contact with your wet panties.
“You’re so wet. All because I wore a leather jacket? So pathetic,” you whined again blushing at his words. He dipped his calloused fingers below the waistband ghosting over your clit. His fingers glided through your folds collecting the wetness before bringing his hands out of your pants and to his lips sucking your taste off of them. You stared at him with your lip between your teeth when he gathered his saliva on his fingers before bringing it back to you.
You don’t know what came over you when you grabbed his sleeve making his eyebrows furrow until you shoved his spit-covered fingers in your mouth. He groaned from his seat while you swirl your tongue over his digits. He mumbled something under his breath, pressing his head to the seat, meeting another red light before looking over at you.
You could still taste yourself on his fingers before you pulled them from your mouth spit connecting to your lips. He stared at you before moving his hand back between your legs pushing your panties to the side before pressing against your clit. You whimpered bringing a hand to cover your mouth when his fingers started going in fast circles.
“Fuck,” your boyfriend hissed when a honk interrupted him, focusing his attention back on the road but not neglecting your cunt. You felt so embarrassed what if the people behind you knew your boyfriend had his hand in your pants. You didn’t really care when his fingers hit all the right spots that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back.
You could hear the squelch between your legs over the music and your breathing. You tried to keep your eyes open to see how close you were to Jeno’s apartment but the pleasure had your eyes closing on their own. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach tightening making your fingers grip his arm tighter. He always knew you were close when your nails dug crescents into his skin.
“You’re gonna cum, baby?” he lilted. you nodded teeth digging into your bottom lip. “What if they see you?” he asked, making your eyes fly open to see a car driving steadily beside you. “You'd probably like that, wouldn’t you? such a little slut.” You whined back arching off the seat as you cum feeling yourself gush in your panties.
He doesn’t stop his fingers from pushing you deeper into a space between pleasure and pain before he finally pulls his fingers away. Glancing over at your heaving chest when he brings his fingers to his mouth with a grin.
“Taste so sweet for me baby,” he says nonchalantly, reaching over to zip your pants and button them back. Hand palming at your thigh while your body stays buzzing still coming down from your high. You feel stupid and you haven’t even seen his cock. You didn’t realize you were already on his street until he pulled into his parking spot.
He reaches over unbuckling your seatbelt and his own before grabbing your chin and pressing his lips to yours. He pulls away too quickly but kisses the side of your mouth.
“Do you need me to carry you,” he whispers against your mouth. You whimper, shaking your head and reaching for the door before he grabs your wrist stopping you. He gets out of the car quickly before jogging over to your side, opening the door, and holding out a hand to you. He helps you out before reaching down to grab your bag. He fiddles with his keys in his hand as you approach his front door.
“Can I stay over?” you question when he opens the door. He laughs nodding while he sits your bag down.
“you never have to ask,” he says, bending down to untie your shoes and looking up at you curiously. You try not to stare at the sparkles in his eyes. He looks so pretty at this angle. He places your hand on his shoulder before gripping your ankle and removing one shoe and then the next.
“I know but I’m polite.” he grins at you before rising from the ground to stand over you.
“You’re very polite, baby,” he pets your head sweetly. “polite, kind, sweet, generous,” he extends, unzipping your jacket and slipping it off your bare shoulders to hang in his closet. “pretty, funny, sexy, mine,” he continues and it makes you blush. You had never been with someone like him.
“c’mere.” he pulls you into him and down the hall. Your head is pressed into his neck as you waddle with him. You giggle into him at how silly you both must look. Thankfully, Jaemin had stayed at the party so he wouldn’t see both of you like this. But Jeno never cared about how people saw him when he was with you. He didn’t care if people thought he was a simp or whipped for you he took pride in that. being yours.
He closes his door once you're both in his room, pulling you to his bed before sitting down the light from his lamp illuminating his cheekbones. Hands finding your waist when you sit on his lap without hesitation. He reaches up to brush your hair behind your ears, hands slipping down to your cheeks bringing your face to his.
You melt against his lips so soft and warm and so Jeno. You grip his jacket, the leather cool in your hands. His tongue slips into your mouth; he tastes like cherry soda. You grind down against him lightly feeling his cock pressing against your core. You whimper into his mouth at the slightest friction. He’s swallowing all the sounds you make moving his hands to your hips to help you drag against him. Your hands roam down to unclasp his belt, fingers fumbling.
“needy baby,” he smirks against your lips before leaning to press kisses against your neck. His lips distract you from getting the buckle undone, making you whine in frustration. He smiles into your neck reaching down to unclasp his belt easily.
“you’re distracting me,” you say before finally unbuttoning his jeans. He huffs out a warm laugh against your neck. He leans back onto his elbows watching you curiously as you unzip his jeans and tug at the waistband of his boxers. He shakes his head before grabbing your wrists and bringing them to your sides.
“don’t you remember my plan, baby?” he looks up at you quizzically.
“Can I add to the plan?”
“what do you want to add?” he cocks his eyebrow at you already knowing what you are going to ask.
“Can I just-“ you pause suddenly shy. He nods his head for you to continue. “want you in my mouth.”
“How bad do you want it?” you whine wiggling over him in embarrassment. You know you have to beg but it doesn’t make your face any less red.
“So bad.” you glance up at him wishing that was enough. He squeezes your wrist. “want it so bad. Can you just fuck my mouth? I've been thinking about it all night. You over me with your pretty hair and jacket and your cock down my throat.” you don’t realize but you're rambling.
“I guess I can add to the plan then since you want it so bad.” he loosens his grip on your wrists rubbing over the skin soothingly. “Let me do this first though, okay, baby?” you nod before you even know what he’s doing. He’s tugging your shirt off before his large hands grope at your tits making you dizzy.
“I love when I can convince you not to wear a bra,” he whispers against your skin before peppering kisses from your neck to your collarbone. You sigh, relaxing into his familiar touch. His tongue licking your chest before taking your nipple into his mouth making you whimper. You grip the nape of his neck tugging lightly at his gelled hair. His mouth vibrates around your nipple so you repeat the action tugging harder.
He releases your nipple with a pop before diving into the other. You hadn’t realized you were grinding against him until one of his arms reached around your back stopping your movements. you whine your nails scraping his neck. His tongue slides down at the same time he’s pushing you up to stand. Leaning forward when you stand fully in front of him you feel his tongue slide over your tummy kissing lightly at the skin. His tongue teases at your belly button nipping lightly against the soft skin before his fingers tickle at your sides lightly making you squirm.
He pulls away unbuttoning your pants for a second time that night. Sliding them over your hips and to your ankles he holds out a hand for you to grab while you step out kicking them behind you. He leans in again teeth nipping at the skin above your panties, his hands gripping your ass pulling at the cheeks while you grab his broad shoulders.
He looks up at you, his eyes glinting between adoration and mischief. He finally tugs at your panties, pulling them down your legs leaving you completely bare in front of him. There was no embarrassment or anxiety or worrying he might see something he didn’t like because he liked it all.
“You’re so pretty.” he says not directly to you but just out loud. “all mine.” he grips your cheeks again, caressing the skin. “Lay down,” he instructs standing up in front of you and turning you both around so you’re pressed to the bed.
“Want your pretty head here,” he points at the edge. You nod sitting on the bed and turning before laying back, neck hitting the edge of the mattress and your head hanging off. The view of your boyfriend towering over you gripping his cock through his underwear. He was still completely clothed while you were naked. It made you press your thighs together hoping he wouldn’t see. But when you hear him scoff you know he noticed.
“can’t wait, can you?” he taunts caressing your cheek with one hand and pulling his cock from his boxers with the other. Your mouth is already watering. You grip at his thighs opening your mouth eagerly and looking up at him. His hand smoothed over your cheek before taping his cock against your chin. Feeling his heavy length on your lip before he presses into your mouth. You lose contact with his eyes as your mouth fills up so you close them instead, relishing in the fullness.
He groans deeply when you swallow around him. He grabs the sides of your face before slowly pulling out. Spit is already collecting on the sides of your lips as he fucks back into your mouth. You whine when the head of his cock touches the back of your throat making your eyes water.
“fuck,” he hisses quickening his pace but only slightly. You move your hands up to grip his belt loops pulling him closer making his hips hit your chin. He stays there for a minute before pulling out letting you breathe only for a second before you pull him back to you.
He watched your throat bulge with each thrust into you watching his dick fill your throat. He pressed his fingers against your neck feeling his cock gliding inside and it had his eyes rolling back.
Your brain is empty, completely entrapped in him and the feeling of him. Your lips are starting to hurt as he stretches your mouth like he’s stretching your pussy. You didn’t realize you were still rubbing your thighs together wanting to be relieved of the pressure you felt at your core.
His hands start creeping down your body teasing you with pinches and flicking at your nipples making you jerk off the bed but his cock stays steadily fucking your mouth. You feel him grip the tops of your thighs spreading your legs harshly making you cough around him. He just grunts at the tightness around him and you feel his fingers ghosting over your pussy. You only grip his belt loops tighter fingers raw where the fabric digs into the skin.
“So wet,” he says, fingers dipping between your core making your toes curl. “I wish you could see yourself, fuck baby.” he groans. You whine around him when he pushes two fingers into you. Spreading your legs as far as you can as he matches his thrusts into your mouth with his fingers inside of you curling them just right bringing you closer to the edge.
“So pretty like this, all spread out and open for me. Pretty little mouth taking me so well, like a good little slut” he says pushing his cock deep down your throat. All you can do is cry, tears and spit dripping into your hair. “Are you gonna cum like this baby? I bet you could cum even if I didn't touch you. Just fucking that little mouth of yours would make you cum, huh, baby?” you whimper because he’s probably right but that’s something for you to store in your mind for later.
“I'm gonna change up the plan, baby,” he said, voice growing deeper. He pulled out of your mouth letting you catch your breath as he leaned over you fully, his spit-soaked cock resting heavily against your cheek. Your chest heaved and he sped up his fingers. His other hand pressed into your lower stomach keeping you in place.
“Can hear how wet you are,” he taunted. He was right. You could hear the loud squelch with each swift thrust and you could feel yourself tightening before your release.
“Jeno,” you whined out from below. This only made him go faster.
“oh my fuc-“ you moan before being cut off by your orgasm hitting you suddenly. Legs shaking trying to close but he wouldn’t let you. You could feel the wetness dribbling out of your pussy and onto your thighs as your mouth hung open with no sounds coming out.
“good girl,” he says, slowing down before pulling out with a slap against your clit making you shake harder. “So messy,” he teases, pulling away before kneeling in front of you. You roll onto your stomach before he brushes your hair away from your face looking into your wet eyes, swiping at the drying spit on your cheeks.
“So good,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your lips and reaching around you to pull you up from the edge of the bed.
“no,” you say when he goes to take off his jacket. He looks at you confused before realization washes over his features.
“You really like this jacket,” he says, drawing out the words with a smile. You nod shyly before laying back on the pillows and reaching up for him.
“Like it a lot. Makes you look like a sexy mean bad boy,” you say looking up at him as he walks around the bed before lifting his knee and pressing into the sheets.
“Do you want me to be a mean bad boy?” he tilts his head above you staring at you like he would eat you alive. He scoots closer to you, legs on either side of yours.
“mmm,” you hmm thinking for a second. He grips your thighs pressing them back before looking down at your dripping cunt. “only sometimes.” you confirm.
“Sometimes?” he questions gripping his length before guiding it between your folds drawing your attention from his face to between your legs. “elaborate.”
“like when,” your eyes flutter each time his cock pressed against your clit. He stops to get you to focus on his question. “when you, when -fuck- when you tease me and-“ you pause looking up at him with pleading eyes.
“And what?” he taunts further by pressing the tip of his cock into you. Your head lulls back against the pillows.
“And when you call me names,” you finish with a moan when he fully pressed into you. His cock fills you up fully, making your eyes roll back.
“What names?” he questions thrusting into you deeply. You almost want to ask him to shut up because he’s making your head spin. But he looks so hot above you, necklace dangling like you imagined almost hypnotizing you.
“When you,” you pause as he presses into the warm bundle of nerves. “call me,” you whine again as he continues to rub at the spot that has your toes curling. “pretty slut,” you finally finish with a huff.
He laughs at you tweaking your nipples and it makes you go crazy. He's filling you up so perfectly making you moan loudly gripping his leather sleeves. His hair is all disheveled now, somehow even hotter than when it was styled, more fringe fell over his forehead and bounced with each thrust into your tight heat. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he stared between your legs watching his fat cock sink into your pussy.
“So fucking tight for me.” he groans. “How does a pretty slut like you stay so tight, huh?” you feel tears brimming your eyes again shaking your head against the pillows. Everything feels so intense so full, so intense, so much pleasure.
“Gonna cum, Jen,” you whimper. Reaching for his hand before he intertwined your fingers and stared into your eyes.
“You gonna cum on my cock? Slutty little pussy takes me so well,” he’s hoarse and his words are going straight between your legs.
“Can I,” you’re out of breath, eyes pleading into his.
“cum, baby,” he says tenderly. You throw your head back and whine his name as your walls flutter around him. He doesn’t let up tightening his grip on your thigh and hand, thrusting into you just as hard.
“You squeeze me so tight, fuck,” he groans watching a white ring of your cum form around his length. You feel your legs trying to close around him to push him away but he stays overstimulating you as more tears tumble down your cheeks. He moves his hand from your thigh to press slow circles on your clit building you up again. “So wet. So fucking wet.”
“S’much,” you whine.
“One more baby you can do it. Little more baby just a little more,” he peeks up at you and you nod. “Gonna fill up your pretty pussy.” His thrusts are sloppier as he continues flicking your clit. He leans down pressing his lips against you, a stark contrast between his harsh thrusts and soft lips. Tongue licking into your mouth as you sucked on the wet muscle.
“Want it,” you mumble into his mouth, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. He pushes into you and warm white fills you up. You cum again clenching around him milking his cock as he continues his thrusts.
“fuck.” he groans into your shoulder before finally slowing his movements. You stay like that, feeling him soften inside of you as you both catch your breath. He kisses your neck before leaning back and pulling out of you spreading your legs to watch his cum drip out of your fluttering hole.
He watches as you reach your hand between your legs collecting your cum and his before bringing it to your mouth swirling your tongue around your digits tasting yourself and him.
“Don’t do that or I’ll have to fuck you again,” he warns. You roll your eyes giggling around your fingers before pulling them from your lips. “you’re so,” he doesn’t finish leaning back over you, kissing you sweetly.
“So what?” you ask when he pulls away getting off the bed. You watch him cross the room to his bathroom. You can hear him shuffling around and water running before he comes back warm washcloth in hand and in only his boxers. You want to pout at the loss of his outfit but you can’t when his chest is right in front of you.
“all of the above,” he responds, gripping your ankle and pulling you to the edge of the bed before using the cloth to clean you gently.
“You should wear a leather jacket more often.”
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tysm for reading!! i’m thinking of making this a series (like bf jeno being lovely and sweet and sexy) anyways lemme know if ur into it hehe stay safe ʕᵔ ᴥ ᵔʔ
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blondrenjun · 2 years
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can’t believe we don’t have a renjun fancam for quiet down yet
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lyvhie · 12 days
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NCT Dream 00z line (18+)
jaemin loves cockwarming sessions with you, because they always lead to sex. it starts when one of you, mostly him, is too tired to do something that requires more energy, but eventually he can't hold himself back. "j-jaemin, stop moving," you mumble against the crook of his neck. you were sitting on his lap with his cock buried deep inside you, trying to stay still at each movement he made. "sorry, i'm just looking for a better position here," he knew that wasn't what he was doing. it wasn't your fault that your walls clenched around his cock when he shifts on the sofa, thrusting his hips weakly into you, making you both moan at the feeling. "this isn't gonna work, babe," he lays you down on the bed. "i need to fuck you, like, right now," he would mewl in your ear, already knowing how this would end.
overstimulate you is one hyuck's favorite hobbies. it was pretty entertaining for him to watch you turn into a complete babbling mess everytime he'd just his tongue inside you. nothing could make him happier than knowing he was the one making you dizzy with intense pleasure. just like now, you have him between your legs, with his arms wrapped around them, occasionally using force to keep them open. "h-hyuck, stop, please..." you pleaded, your legs weak and your head on cloud nine at this point. he look at you with his innocent eyes, a contrast at how he looked right now, with his face covered with your juices from your three previous orgasms. "just one more, love," he bite your inner thigh, leaving another love mark there. "be a good girl and cum for me again and i promise i'll stop, hm?" and you just accept because you are his good girl :(.
jeno loves when your pretty little mouth is wrapped around his cock. he loves seeing you struggle to take it all in your mouth, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you gag everytime you tried to. "you can do it, sweetie, keep goin'," he always get dizzy when you actually can and he manage to see the bulge on your throat as you pull him deep, your face all flushed while you look at him with expectant eyes looking for his approval. "f-fuck, that's it, baby. y-you take me s-so fucking well," he would say with a raspy voice, praising you and letting moans escape from his parted lips, only encouraging you to continue with your good job until he let his warm release in your mouth, tightening his grip on your hair and pulling you close until your nose is touching his belly, making sure you'll swallow all of his cum.
if there's one thing renjun loves the most, it's how sexy you look when you are riding him. there's something so erotic about watching you please yourself on his cock, your tits bouncing up and down, your face flushed, a thin line of sweat forming on your forehead, your eyes closed as you moan his name. gosh, he could cum just at the sight of you like that. the cherry on top is definitely when you cum all over him, your walls clenching around him as your face contort in pure bliss with a silent gasp leaving your mouth. "please," he whine, "do it again."
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a/n: hi! i'm lyvhie. eng is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes! i'll gladly receive tips to improve my writing^^
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tqmies · 7 months
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NCT Dream + FWB (But you're both whipped)
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How Nct Dream would react to being your friend with benefits (but you have feelings for each other)
Minors DNI - NOTE, requests are open for reactions :D
MARK is so nonchalant about it, when in reality, he's never done this before. Neither had you though, so you're not sure what lines you're not supposed to cross. What? It's not normal to kiss your fwb on the lips and tell him you love him? Or for him to let you spend the night?
He digs his fingers into the side of your hips as you bounce on his cock. Letting lewd noises slip as he moans out, a string of praise and I love you's as he releases his fat load in you. Yeah, you aren't gonna be friends for long.
When it come's to RENJUN, I see someone who agreed to this arrangement solely because he already had feelings for you. It's pretty much been torture knowing you two weren't exclusive, but it wasn't what you agreed to anyways. He's pretty good at keeping it in until one day it just slips out.
He's lapping at your cunt, your fingers gripping his hair as he looks up to you with glazed over eyes as he whines. "Would you let me be your boyfriend? Please, I can't do this anymore, want you all to m-myself."
It's ironic that JENO catches feelings when he was the one dead set on no strings attached. You two were strangers before this but now he's starting to memorize your hobbies you talk about after, or the way you like your coffee in the morning, and the fact that you like the same music at him. Though, he's not going to confess until you do.
"So pretty for me and only me right?" He grins, pounding you into the mattress as he presses your face down. "My dumb baby can't answer? That's too bad, I love hearing what you have to say"
After the first time you two sleep together, you are HAECHAN's. Just accept it, he's not letting you go now. He's going to treat you like he's your boyfriend anyways, might as well make it official. Even if you insist on keeping things casual, he's going to make you question why you wanted to in the first place.
"Mmph," He babbles on you grip the base of his cock, slightly teasing him. "No one makes me feel like you do, we were made for each other. You're my soulmate."
JAEMIN hates this kind of relationship, he wants something more and you know it. Yet, he knew that you weren't one to be tied down, you even kept messing around with other people. Though he might just change your mind.
"You make me so mad." He grunts as he continued to slam into you as a vigorous pace, and you've already been fucked dumb. "You know I'm the only one who could get you like this, don't see why you'd want anyone else."
He's your exes roommate, you know it isn't right, CHENLE knows it isn't right. But how could something so wrong feel this good? He's always though you were pretty, relieved when his roommate broke your heart, but don't worry, he's here to make you feel better.
He continues to hold his hand over your mouth as he whispers. "You're gonna have to keep it down. I know you can't help moaning like a slut when I fuck you like this, but you wouldn't want your ex to find you, would you?"
JISUNG doesn't realize you're not together. You kiss, have sex, sleep over, and go on mini dates. What do you mean he's not your boyfriend? You've been telling people you're single?!
He tries to catch his breath as you pass him through your lips, taking him in as he winces. "D-Do you just suck off all your friends like this?"
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ghostofhyuck · 14 days
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NCT Dream when they're flustered.
AN: Jeno's part is suggestive and I have no apologies with that one. Haechan's part is a bit of a crack but oh well. 
Mark Lee
It was a random day at the beach. You two are under the shade of the umbrella when Mark takes off his cap, randomly brushing his hair to fix it. You couldn't help but to brush his hair too, surprising him. He lets go of his hand, and lets you brush his hair. "You look great with the cap on," you smiled as you brushed his hair one last time. Mark was surprised by the sudden compliment that he looks away flustered, even stuttering his thanks to you. 
Huang Renjun
Renjun was chilling in his bed when you barged into his room, lays on top of him and then buries your face in his neck. Although he feels ticklish, Renjun ignores your antics, focused on his phone. Minutes later and then you lift up your face and pokes your boyfriend's cheeks. "Yeah?" "Babe, you smell good you know that?" you randomly said. He looks at you for a second and then pushes you away from him, telling you why would you say that randomly!
Lee Jeno
You and your boyfriend are watching a movie, but you couldn't help but be distracted because he's wearing a sleeveless shirt. His strong arms are wrapped around you, so curiously, you poke his biceps. But it wasn't enough, you intrusively squeezed his arms. Catching Jeno's attention. "Something wrong?" "Nothing, you're just so muscular," you said, squeezing it again. "It's big." Jeno only laughed, trying to cover how flustered he is right now. He then leans on you and whispers, "that's not the only thing that's big, you know?" 
Lee Donghyuck
"Baby, I'm home!" Haechan shouts as soon as he's in the entrance of your apartment. "Daddy's home!" he repeats once again. "Welcome home daddy!" you shouted back, running towards your boyfriend who malfunctioned when you called him the d-word. You stopped when you saw Haechan frozen, "why? what's wrong daddy?" you repeated. Haechan snaps out of reality, "don't call me that, I was just joking --- oh my god, please that was a joke baby." he cries, you only laughed because for once, you won over him. 
Na Jaemin
Jaemin was showing you a random post about cats and how he can relate to it because of his children. Your boyfriend was talking nonstop that he seems so passionate about it. You couldn't help but to steal a kiss when your eyes landed on his lips. After breaking out from the kiss, you saw how Jaemin malfunction for a minute and when he finally got a grasp of what just happened he asked you why, "oh, I just want to kiss you." you smiled and Jaemin malfunctions once again. 
Zhong Chenle
He was wondering why you're staring at him during dinner. It's not like Chenle's weirded out but it's unusual for you. "Is there something wrong?" he asked. "Nothing, it's just that I'm lucky that you're my boyfriend," you randomly said. Chenle laughed but sees that you're love-strucked at him that he became quiet. "Oh you're serious, I --- me too, I'm lucky that you're mine." then he looks away, feeling his ears turning red. 
Park Jisung
Jisung was practicing for a solo stage when you decided to accompany him. He's focused on his dancing while you're just there sitting on the couch, watching him. You couldn't help but be mesmerized by the way he dances, but he immediately caught you, stops and then approaches you. "Has anyone told you that you look hot while dancing?" you asked. Jisung stops for a second and then looks away, whining at how you shouldn't just say that out of nowhere. 
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oracle-of-dream · 5 months
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The Boy Next Door
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Minors DNI
Summary: You recently moved into a new town, so you decided to talk a walk around. While trying to find your way around you bump into your new neighbor, Jeno Lee, who's willing to show you around.
Warnings: Pet names, Dom!Jeno, big dick Jeno, Oral sex (male receiving), cum swallowing, Male reader, hand job, Jeno's trying his best to hold back
Wordcount: 3k
Your parents just finished helping you move some of your boxes into your new apartment in town. You only moved so you could attend the nearby university, but they acted like you were leaving for war. Asking almost every five seconds, “Are you sure you wanna live here?” Or trying to get you to promise you’ll call every week. You had to push them out the door as you told them goodbye. They went down the stairs, telling you how much they loved you every few steps. You watched them walk to their car, about to close your door, until you saw your mom stop to talk to two guys. 
You held the door open just enough to see what was going on. There were two men; one tall with black hair and a white sleeveless shirt with muscular arms, but his back was to you so you couldn’t see his face. The other was shorter than him with longer black hair with a black jacket and jeans, also facing away from you. You were tempted to go downstairs and push your mom into the car, but you saw her point at your apartment door and the two guys turned to look. You closed the door before you got to see their faces at all, feeling your ears and cheeks warming up. 
“Goddammit,” you cursed to yourself as you went to start unpacking. You had a feeling that your mom was meddling in your life already, one of the reasons you’d left home in the first place. You started unpacking your clothes from your suitcases, the rest of the boxes would be brought in by the movers who would be around later in the day.
About twenty minutes into unpacking, there was a knock at the door. 
You answered it, opening it slowly. “Yes?”
There were two men at your door, whom you recognized as the ones whom your mom spoke to. The shorter one waved, “Hi! I’m Renjun, and this is Jeno,” he pointed at the taller man behind him. Renjun had two-toned hair going from black to silver, straight eyebrows, and a frame that would put most people into gender envy in a moment. While Jeno, has an even tan, an incredible jawline, and a side profile that should’ve been the face of a magazine. Jeno didn’t speak very much, but he was watching every move you made, it felt like he was sizing you up… “Your parents stopped us when we were coming back from our errands and let us know that you’re our neighbor! So I thought it would be a good idea to come over and meet you.” You tried to focus on Renjun speaking to you, but it was had with Jeno looking so intently at you.
“T-That’s really nice of you. I’m y/n.” You replied.
You and Renjun talked for a few minutes. He told you that he’s a student–and so is Jeno, at the university. They’ve been here a year and are part of a friend group that Renjun wanted to introduce you to. As Renjun was telling you about his friends, you could hardly hear him clearly over the sound of your heart. It was racing with anxiety from Jeno staring at you.
Renjun looked off, thinking of anything else to say. “I think we have to do more stuff around town, but I hope we can see you again soon! I’ll call the others over and we can maybe do something all together.” 
You smiled shyly, “Yeah, that sounds great.”
Renjun and Jeno went into their apartment, Jeno made eye contact with you just as soon as he turned to close and lock his door. And when you closed your door, it felt like you finally snapped back to reality. You tried to shake off the feelings and continue unpacking.
After a few hours, the movers arrived at your apartment and started moving in the furniture. So you took that as a chance to get out and explore a little of the area around the apartment. You told the movers where you’d like things and to contact you when they finished, and then you took off. 
The town was pretty nice. Kind-of quiet except for campus, so you spend most of your time walking around the school. Trying to see where your classes would be and finding relaxing places on campus for future study plans. You spent more time mindlessly walking before you realized you didn’t know where you were.
You reached in your pocket to try and google your way back home–but couldn’t find it. You searched all your pockets again and checked around on the ground, even walking around some of the places you’d been before. It was gone. You sat down on a nearby bench with no phone and even more lost than you started.
“Well… Shit.” You cursed under your breath, trying to think of a solution. You closed your eyes trying to think back to when the last time you saw your phone was and where you might’ve left it. You remember using it in the car with your parents, but when you started moving it was a blur–a sudden shock of cold hit your neck and snapped you out of thought. You shot up, eyes wide, “WHAT THE FUC–”
You saw Jeno standing next to you, looking deep into your eyes, with a bottle of water in his hand.
“Oh… hey Jeno,” you sat back down. 
“Hey.” He said back, handing you the water this time.
You gently took it back from him. 
“What’s going on?” His voice was deep and vibrated your eardrums listening to it.
“It’s nothing, I think I dropped my phone somewhere. And I’m a little lost, so I don’t know how exactly to walk back home from here.” It felt more embarrassing to say it out loud,
Jeno’s eyes were soft with understanding. “Do you to borrow my phone, to call it?” Jeno offered his phone to you.
You took it and typed in your number. It rang a few times before someone picked up. “Hello?”
You were shocked to hear your mom on the other side of the phone. “Mom!? Why do you have my phone?”
“Y/n! I found it in the car! You must’ve left it here. I’ll bring it over tomorrow.”
You could slam your head on a tree. Now you’ll have to kick her out again when she comes over… But at least your phone wasn’t stolen.
“Who’s phone are you calling from?”
You tried to wrap up your call with your mom quickly as she started asking questions. “It’s my neighbor’s, he’s going to help me get back home. I gotta go now, bye.” You hung up before she could continue the interrogation.
You turned to Jeno with a shy smile. “My mom has it… I left it in her car.” 
He nodded a little. “Do you need to do anything else, or should we head back to the apartment?”
“We can go back, I have nothing else to do.”
You followed Jeno to the parking lot. Since school hadn’t started yet there weren’t any cars other than a black motorcycle waiting in the parking lot. 
“Is this yours?” You pointed at it.
He smiled, “Y-yeah, I fixed it myself.” His smile made his whole demeanor seem softer and you felt a knot in your stomach swell.
 He reached into his backpack and handed you a helmet with a bunch of video game stickers on it. “I wasn’t expecting company, so I only have one helmet.” You struggled to put it on until Jeno took it from you and slid it onto your head. “Can you come closer?” He asked.
You shuffled a little closer as you felt his thick arms wrap around you to reach the back of the helmet. You tried to look up at his face, but he moved you back down–leaving you just to stare at his chest. You thought about what it would feel like if you touched it, squishy maybe. Or maybe his harder because he’s moving his arms right now. You could feel yourself twitching at the thought of touching him, but mentally slapped yourself for being so horny. Jeno was just trying to be helpful…
When Jeno finished affixing the helmet to you, he got onto the motorcycle and waited for you to get comfortable behind him. “It’s okay to hold tight, I know it might be scary.” Like he read your mind, he could feel you being hesitant about holding his waist, he pulled your hands around him anyway and made sure you were holding him tight. His waist was surprisingly small for his broad torso.
When Jeno started the engine and the both of you started moving, you gripped a little tighter. He started slowly out of the parking lot and slowly picked up speed on the street. The drive wasn’t very far, but it felt like a movie to you. Riding around, sunset behind you, and Jeno’s insane visual looking over his shoulder at you. There was a bump in the road that shook you a little and your hands loosened their grip a little, in a panic you scrambled to grab onto Jeno again. You held him by the waist of his pants, too scared to shift more. I felt him shift and something hit your hand, something hard. 
Was he hard? You thought to yourself. The thought that he was hard while you were pressed against him made you… feeling something. You leaned more into him, letting your hands slowly drift down his stomach. You felt it again, just for a moment. 
You needed more. You decided to get a little bolder, reaching down again and rubbing your hand against it. Jeno’s back arched softly and he shifted, almost grinding against your hand.
“Y/n?” Jeno said softly.
You stopped and realized you were home. “Sorry!” You let go and almost fell off the motorcycle. 
Jeno’s gaze was sharper than before like he was angry. He opened his mouth to speak, “I–” 
“I’m sorry, Jeno. It was an accident, really. I barely noticed it!” You lowered your head in shame. 
Jeno walked close to you, so close you could hear his breath hitting the helmet. He unbuckled the helmet in one swift move and slid it off you. “Why are you sorry?” He asked.
You were at a loss. “I… I was–”
“Touching me?” Jeno’s voice was stern.
You braced for him to explode at you, with your eyes closed. But instead, he held your hand and guided it. You felt him again. You opened your eyes to see Jeno slip your hand under his shirt, rubbing you against his abs. 
“What’s going on?” You asked.
“You wanted to touch me, right? At least do it where I can see you, and touch you back.” Jeno let go of your hand, leaving it under his shirt and watched you. “So touch me then, you can still do that. Right, Kitty?”
Being called Kitty was almost enough to make you pass out. But being told to basically grope him outside your apartment felt mental. “C-Can’t we go inside,” you begged.
“I’ll only come in you if you want me to.”
You nodded. “I want to inside.”
He chuckled. “Careful what you wish for.”
You brought Jeno to your apartment, fumbling with your keys as he stood almost on top of you. 
“You think these walls are soundproof?” He knocked on the wall.
You hurried to get your key out of your pocket and jam it into the lock. You opened the door and held it open for him. Jeno stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He deadbolted the door shut.
“Baby boy, can you hear me?” Jeno said, slowly walking to you.
You stumbled over your words, “y-yes. I can.”
“Then why didn’t you answer me? Are these walls soundproof?”
You shook your head. “I don’t know…”
“Well need to find out then.” He smiled. You felt a rush zip through you, and you felt your tip already creaming from his words. “Come touch me, now.”
You walk to him and awkwardly touch his chest. 
He chuckled. “You can have a little fun, I’ll tell you if you do bad.”
You started groping at his body, squeezing his boobs and lightly grinding against his leg. Jeno was wearing a black compression shirt and grey sweatpants, so it showed how much he was enjoying your touch. But his bulge was insane, it was maybe 9 inches long and 3 inches at its thickest part.
Jeno caught you looking. “You did this to me, so you have to accept it.” He pushed your hand down, past his waistband, and you got to hold it in your hands. He was cut, a little hairy, but most importantly huge. It was just as you guessed. 
“Don’t sit there, start stroking it.” Jeno was more stern this time.
You softly started moving your hand, and he sucked in sharply. It pulsed and twitched in your hand. His balls were heavy too. He started to push against you, all the way into a wall. His head lay in the crook of your neck and he kissed it while his hands explored your body, focusing on your ass as he skillfully slid your pants off of you. He was really rough, squeezing and slapping it. But he calmed down when he heard you hiss in pain from one smack.
“You okay?” He was colored with concern, but couldn’t bring himself to look at your face. Leaving his head buried in your neck. 
“Y-Yes, it was good. Again. Please.” 
Hearing you beg, made it difficult for him to try and keep himself together. All parts of him were moving. Jeno moved his legs and hips to time your hands, fucking into them. His mouth was working around your neck. And both his hands were playing with your ass. 
The both of you were moaning into each other’s ears, drinking the other’s lust. 
“Jeno,” you called. His big cock twitches at the sound of your voice filling his ears. “Kiss me, please.” 
He cupped your face. You smashed your lips on him, it was messy and hot, tongue everywhere and spit dripping down your connected mouths. His hands reacted automatically, one hand gripped at your hair and the other groped your ass.
“Y/n, I’m really trying to hold it in, but I don’t know if I can anymore.” Jeno almost whined.
“Just tell me what you want.”
"Baby, I need you.”
“Can I suck your dick?” You asked so politely, how could he refuse? Nodding his head with anticipation. He watched you drop to your knees and slowly slid off his pants. Jeno went commando to the gym today and was even more thankful now. His dick slapped against his stomach as you set it free. Jeno already was moving his hand to your head to move you closer.  You take his length into your hands and rub the precum over his tip. 
“Holy fuck, you haven’t even started and I already feel like I’m gonna cum,” his voice straining, another groan leaves his lips as you gather spit to lubricate his cock. You decide to take your time, enjoying the way his eyes begged desperately as you give his cock small licks. “ I can’t hold it anymore, gonna fuck your mouth.” Before you could say anything, your mouth is filled with his dick. His hand is pushing you in, the tip of his member is hitting the back of your throat, and his eyes are rolling to the back of his head as he feels you gag on him with each thrust. You could feel every vein on your tongue and the way his length was twitching in your mouth, seconds away from release. Jeno felt you gag really hard, and pulled you away from him to breathe. 
He was shaking, weak from your mouth. “Holy… shit.” Jeno was taking deep breaths. “Are you okay beautiful?” He pulled your hair to tilt you to look at him and saw your blissed-out expression, mouth open with your tongue waiting for more. He was stunned.
"More please, Daddy," you mumbled as he gripped the sides of your head, your cheeks flushed and your forehead sweating more and more. 
"Daddy's close, little one–can you keep up?" Jeno asked.
You nodded, never breaking eye contact with him.
Jeno slowly slid you back onto him, pushing his was completely inside your mouth. You squirmed and moved, shifting the muscles in your throat. “Y-you’re so tight sweetheart, gripping me so fucking tight,” Jeno swiped a tear away from your eye. “N-Now let’s take a minute. I don’t wanna cum yet.” 
You wanted him to finish in your mouth. Now. 
You started moving on your own. You gave licks to the underside as his dick was deep in your throat. With one final push, you bottomed out on his cock and deepthroated him fully, leaving Jeno’s mind hazy and body shaking. He tried to push you away or slow you down, but he was too weak to stop you.  “Cumming,” he whispered, throwing his head back as his muscles tensed with every spurt of cum he releases into your pretty little throat. Jeno came hard, your name spilling out of his mouth as he rode his orgasm.
You dutifully swallow everything. He had a lot stored. Jeno slid down the wall, chest heaving up and down, trying to catch his breath, some of his hair plastered to his forehead and his temple.
Breathlessly, Jeno spoke, “I told you… I wasn’t ready. I didn’t get to fuck you yet.”
You giggled. “There’s always another time. I don’t think you can survive a round two with me.”
You slowly helped Jeno to his feet and pulled up his pants. His cock still coated in your spit. “Will I see you again?” You asked.
He mindlessly nodded. “I’d really like that.” 
You kiss him on the cheek, smiling as if you didn’t just suck out his soul. “Then, I’m sure Renjun is waiting for you. Come by whenever you’re ready for that next time~”
Jeno slowly walked out the door in a haze, toward his apartment. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
You heard his door open and then shut. 
“Jeno, where were you!?” Renjun shouted.
You closed your door and started unpacking your boxes. Looking for enough of a surprise to get Jeno ready for tomorrow.
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faerenjun · 1 year
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catboyieejeno · 1 year
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don't kiss and tell ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
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pairings: best friend! mark + best friend! jeno + best friend! hyuck x female! reader summary: what happens when your three best friends ask you to decide which one of them is the better kisser? content: non-idol au, a lot of making out, suggestive, all three boys r lowkey crushing on you, cursing wc: 4k
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"so we have a small bet going on..." jeno starts, taking a seat at the foot of your bed. mark grabs one of your stuffed plushies and settles it between his arms as he sits.
"according to hyuck," jeno pauses, rolling his eyes in the direction of the youngest of your mutual friends who didn't bother finding a place to sit next to the other boys, instead taking his spot beside you and letting his head fall onto your lap, "he's the "best kisser" between the three of us,"
"bullshit," mark interrupts with a cough, glaring his way.
hyuck scoffs, grumbling a "yeah? why don't you come find out," while grabbing your hand and directing it to his scalp so you can play with his hair.
with slightly narrowed eyes, mark scoffs. "don't worry, that's what we're doing this for, right?"
"well," hyuck sighs, turning to face him, "I can guarantee it's not gonna be you. remind me, how many girls have you kissed again?"
mark scoffs loudly, just as hyuck had done moments ago, throwing his head back in annoyance.
"anyway," jeno holds out his arm to redirect the room's attention back to him, "we made a bet and we kind of need your help,"
with your fingers distractedly running through hyuck's locks, you purse your lips in thought, looking between the three boys expectantly. "how exactly am i meant to help?"
mark clears his throat, averting his gaze, "well, um..."
"you see, we agreed that, um-" jeno tries to explain, but his voice grows quiet.
"we needed someone t-to-"
"and we figured, you know, i-if it was you,"
your eyes narrow as you notice the way mark's ears start glowing red. he can no longer meet your gaze as he speaks, neither can jeno. the two boys stutter through their attempts at explaining your role in their little bet. that is, until hyuck lets out an exasperated sigh and shoots up from your lap, having grown impatient.
"we need you to kiss us so you can decide who's the best kisser."
your eyes go wide, breath hitching in your throat. "no," you shake your head, "no fucking way." and as soon as the words leave your lips, all three boys start protesting, speaking over each other in a hurry.
"I told you she'd say no." hyuck complains.
jeno blinks quickly, reaching for your shoulder, "no, no. y/n, you have to help us decide. i'm tired of hyuck insisting that he's good cause he practices on his hand every night. please," he pleads.
"i don’t practice on my hand, dipshit-"
"we need someone who is unbiased and- and who will be honest with us. that's you!" mark tries, but you're still shaking your head frantically, a scowl tainting your features.
"you guys can't ask someone else?" you attempt.
"yeah, you're right. jaemin and renjun must've slipped our minds," jeno replies sarcastically.
in defeat, you groan loudly, sitting up on your knees to create some distance between them and you, arms folding over your torso, "god, you guys are so weird!"
"Is that a yes?"
you think to yourself for a moment, weighing your options.
undoubtedly, your best friends were attractive and given the chance to kiss them, under different circumstances, you probably might... if you didn't know them as well as you do or before you had gotten as close as you have, then maybe.
either way, it would not be for a bet. If one or more of them got the wrong idea... or if you did... what then?
you stare at them, noting how they stare back, each with their own intentions and motives. jeno looks beyond desperate to prove hyuck wrong, entirely done with the younger boy's nagging persistence on the matter.
hyuck, of course, is looking to you, pleading for you to give him the chance to prove himself right, so he can rub it in. he also keeps staring at your lips, ever since he sat up, and you don't doubt that a part of him is curious to find out what it's like to kiss you.
mark seems to be somewhere between wanting to end the discussion between the two boys, and secretly wanting himself to be revealed as the winner, maybe as an unexpected surprise to everyone; perhaps, because he's the oldest, he's meant to have the most experience, but you and the boys know very well how shy mark gets about stuff like this.
you huff out a breath, unable to stare at their desperate expressions any longer, "fine," but before they can whoop and cheer, one of your fingers comes up to silence them. now, it's your turn to stutter, "b-but, there are terms and conditions. and y-you guys have to unanimously agree to all of them or the deal is off. okay?"
they all nod quickly, sitting up to listen to your list of rules with attentiveness.
"firstly, this is a one time thing, okay? there will be no more friend-on-friend macking after tonight." the boys nod their heads yes without protest. "as for the winner, you guys have to promise you won't get mad at me for who i decide. also, renjun and jaemin are not allowed to know out about this."
hyuck's eyebrow raises in immediate protest, "woah, but what if-"
"hyuck, i don't care." you say firmly, "they are to, under no circumstances, find out. the winner can brag to the other two losers in this room and that's it."
"but if I win-"
"hyuck," mark stresses, glancing at you, then back at the younger boy as if to hint that if he keeps pushing, you might change your mind about participating altogether, "shut up."
"fine," he sighs out.
you clear your throat before continuing. your eyes glance away as your voice grows quiet, "lastly," you mumble, "i don't want this to hurt our friendship, okay? and if it's going to or if things will be weird between us th-then... i don't want to do this at all,"
"hey, y/n," jeno grabs your hand reassuringly, "it won't change our friendship, we can all promise that, right?"
"of course,"
"right." they echo.
you nod once and swallow thickly, "well, erm, do you guys have questions?"
mark raises his hand like a school boy, "they're about the technicalities," he explains, chewing on his lip awkwardly at the sudden reality of the situation.
"okay," you whisper, anticipating his question.
"how long can we um, kiss you for?" he mumbles, suddenly growing shy.
"I think... 10 seconds is fair."
"woah, 10 seconds?!" mark's eyes grow wide.
instantly, hyuck laughs, elbowing mark to urge him to stay quiet, "i can do a lot in 10 seconds,"
jeno's head perks up as a thought comes into his head, "i have a question,"
"shoot,"
"is our score based on your personal taste or, is there a rubric? it needs to be fair, you know," he adds when hyuck gives him a glare.
"both," you decide after little thought, "part of my decision will be personal taste, and part of it will be the general stuff like," you brush your hair out of your face nervously, using your fingers to count out, "pace, skill, confidence,"
"where are we allowed to touch you?"
"hyuck," jeno rolls his eyes, throwing his hands up. he was about to smack the younger boy when mark held an arm out.
"actually," he stops him, "that's a fair question. i wanna know the answer,"
the three share a look, then turn to you expectantly.
"oh," you blink, "the PG rated areas,"
"yeah, but, where? I don't wanna overstep my boundaries," hyuck fails to hide his smirk and you sigh.
"you already are." you half joke, shaking your head, "anything from the shoulders up is okay. arms are okay, too, i don't know. if anything is too far i'll let you know then." you explain, "do you guys have any more questions?"
jeno looks at everyone, waiting, then speaks up to break the silence, "no one is allowed to ask questions after we start, that's unfair to whoever has already had their turn. so is everyone sure they have no more questions?"
"yes, nerd," hyuck smartly replies, leaning back on his hand. the other one comes up to his lips.
"okay," you breathe out shakily, "who's going first?"
"well, hyuck, since you talked a big game, why don't you kick us off?"
busy biting the skin around his nails, he gives jeno a disinterested look, "nah. everyone knows you leave the best for last,"
"i'm definitely not going first," mark declares, shaking his right hand no in front of him.
jeno sighs, looking at you with soft eyes, "okay. i guess i'm first?"
you nod slowly, scooting a little closer to where he sat.
jeno sits up straight, tucking his legs under his bum and kneeling. his hands reach for your forearms, but once he notices the moisture forming on his palms, he quickly retracts them, wiping them on the material of his black pants, "if you wanna change your mind, you still can,"
"relax, dude, you're more nervous than she is,"
"hyuck," mark gives the boy a smack on the arm, gesturing for jeno to continue.
"i'm okay," you assure the boy in front of you, and yourself, as you wait for him to make the first move. he's flushed, making a conscious effort to maintain eye contact so he doesn't appear as nervous as he really is.
"alright, here goes," a second or two pass. he loudly sighs and mumble, "i'm gonna do it now."
"jeno?"
"yeah?" he blinks.
"don't warn me," you giggle, "or count it off, or whatever. just do it,"
"right," he nods, letting out a little nervous laugh.
his hands come up to rest on the back of your arms, holding you steady. the gentle look in his eyes helps you relax, and you allow yourself to loosen up under his grip. jeno, on the other hand, leans in a little shakily, as if he's waiting for you to stop him any second.
mark and hyuck's curious eyes on the two of you don't seem to be helping his case either, especially when hyuck opens his big mouth again.
"bro, If you're gonna hold her like that, you might as well back out now-" his comment is cut short by jeno snapping his head over to him, sending the meanest of glares his way. He's seething, nostrils flaring.
"fine, sorry-" hyuck quickly apologizes, but none of you have the chance to reply because one of jeno's large hands has left your arm and is now resting on your jaw, right under your chin, holding it in his grip. he turns your face back to him. any hesitation he had moments ago is gone and his lips are on yours.
holy shit.
1 second...
if it wasn't for how hyper aware you were of just about everything right now, you might have missed the small gasp that left mark, or the sound of hyuck slapping his hand over his mouth.
2 seconds...
jeno's lips are moving rather quickly against yours, certainly projecting the frustration that lee hyuck awakens in him with his ruthless and deliberate provocations.
and while a little rushed, it's nonetheless, undoubtedly, an intoxicating kiss. he's modest about using tongue, only allowing it to brush against you, not any further. instead, his lips do all the work, tugging and pressing on yours at a speed that makes your heart beat faster.
despite the fact that there's a lot of motion going on between your lips, it's easy to follow, especially with jeno leading you. his other hand situates itself on your mid back, bringing your chest close, right against his.
5 seconds...
at first, jeno was holding his breath, but at the prospect of your breasts against his chest, he can't help the air that slips through his nostrils, tilting his head even more to the right so that he can easily capture more of you. your bottom lip sits between his, plump and red from the way he's sucking on it. his thumb rubs your jaw, soothingly, though by now, your nerves feel very far away.
8 seconds...
jeno leans into the kiss, as if trying to get as close to you as humanly possible, tilting you slightly back so that you have to grab his arms to keep steady. they're hard and warm under your fingers, and you instinctively squeeze them as jeno moves against you. your fingers trail up to his shoulders, nails slightly pressing in.
10 seconds.
mark clears his throat, but neither of you hear it.
hyuck claps his hands together once, finally breaking you apart as he shouts, "okay, okay! that's time! 10 seconds are up... geez," he breathes, looking between the two of you.
your hand flies to touch your lips, eyes opening wide. you try to keep your expression as stoic as possible, but it's hard to do so, especially when the boy in front of you just kissed the shit out of you.
jeno's shyness is long gone, and his eyes are now looking between your own, his usual half moons as large as saucers. he's a bit shocked at what just happened and just how good it felt.
hyuck pats mark on the back, "alright, bro, you're up."
"wait, what about," jeno clears his throat, voice a bit hoarse from what happened a moment ago, "what about my score?"
"she has nothing to compare it to yet. you have to wait till the end," mark insists, kneeling before you just as jeno had done.
jeno nods once, forgetting entirely about his previous commitment to receiving a fair score, mind blank and foggy after your kiss. truthfully, the fairest score would be given right after each kiss, but he can't seem to find the means to argue anymore.
instead, he shuffles away, getting up from your bed and turning in attempt to hide the redness spreading on his face. you watch him until mark let's out a little breath, drawing your focus back to him, narrow eyes looking at you through his brows.
his hands reach back to pull up his jeans that were beginning to slip down, then he settles, waiting for you to give him the go ahead.
he looks a little more confident than earlier, but being completely honest, you don't know if it's genuine or a mask he's put on in front of the other boys.
you've known mark the longest, and not once have you heard him talk about a girl he's liked, much less kissed.
you don't even know why he's doing this at all.
"mark,"
he scrunches his nose as if to ask 'what?'
"you don't- you know-" you sigh, unable to think of the right words, "you know you don't have to do this right? it's just a stupid bet and well, i know how you get about stuff like this. i don't want you to feel pressured or like you have to go along with it just because-"
he snickers and shakes his head at your rambling, leaning forward and using both of his hands to cup your face.
"y/n"
"yeah?" you whisper.
"shut up," he mumbles, and presses his lips against yours.
1 second...
his lips are soft and smooth, moving against yours painfully slow. so slow that it's almost torturous, teasing.
it's messy, the smacking sounds of your open-mouthed kisses ringing around the otherwise quiet room. his tongue swipes at your lips, warm and wet and taking its sweet time to taste you. it moves around, eager to swipe at your teeth and lap at your spit.
he savors you, kissing you as if there was no time limit, as if the other two guys were not watching, as if this wasn't just for a bet.
4 seconds...
your arms naturally wrap around mark's torso and he responds by leaning his hips forward until they're pressed up flush against yours.
you yelp into his mouth, surprised, and he quietly moans at the minimal friction against his groin, rolling his head around so that it's tilted toward the other way, allowing him to make out with you in an entirely new angle.
6 seconds...
one of his hands moves to swipe at your hair and brush it away from your face, and even though you're supposed to be judging the kiss, your mind can't stop spinning at the feeling of him pressing against you.
he's at least a little aroused... that or mark lee is secretly packing.
9 seconds...
you melt in his hands, letting him completely guide you and guide the kiss. he keeps his slow pace until the very end, when hyuck calls out,
"10 seconds."
obediently, mark pulls away once his time is called, but before releasing your face from his hold, he presses one last, quick kiss to your mouth. your cheeks and ears burn hot, and you're almost certain that they're bright red.
you didn't imagine that right? he moaned...
you can tell by the way his bottom lip is caught between his teeth that he's trying to hold back a grin, and just like jeno, mark gets up, leaving his spot open for hyuck, who is next in line.
as mark stands, you watch the way he slickly readjusts his pants, taking advantage while jeno is distracted: he's busy preparing the timer on his phone for hyuck's turn, while hyuck is sliding over and situating himself in front of you, eyebrows wiggling and smirk ever so present.
mark turns back around unnoticed, hands in his pocket as he watches. jeno shoots him a look, something almost like a glare. his jaw is locked in place, tight and unyielding. if you didn't know him any better, you might even say he's mad.
you clear your throat, hand pressed to your chest to try to soothe your palpitations.
"i have a question," hyuck starts, blinking at you.
"nope, no way," jeno points his finger at him, immediately shaking his head, "nuh-uh. you're not allowed to ask questions, that's not fair to me and mark,"
"oh, loosen up, jeno. it's not like you're gonna win, anyway,"
"hyuck, i swear to god-" he threatens, closing his fist.
"alright, alright. no questions, then." hyuck rolls his eyes and turns to you, giving you a small smile, "just tap me if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable, okay? i'll stop."
one of your eyebrows comes up in confusion, but hyuck is already staring at your lips and licking his own.
he leans in slowly, pausing for only a moment to meet your eyes, then letting your lips connect.
1 second...
ironically, his approach tells you that he's the shyest of the three. his lips are gentle, barely pushing against yours. and just when you think he's gonna deepen the kiss, he pulls away.
then, he does it again: kisses you, and pulls away.
2 seconds...
his lips are ghosting yours, hovering just a centimeter above, and just when you suspect he'll do it again, he takes you by surprise.
his lips mold into and work against yours, roughly, desperately, not pulling away this time or hesitating in the slightest. his pace is somewhere between jeno's fast one and mark's slow one; it was right in the middle. he's rough and messy and greedy, tasting your lips smugly, which he's secretly wanted to do for a while.
simultaneously, a set of cold fingers tickle your waist, brushing up under your shirt until it rides up, the material left to rest under your breasts. his hands slide along your skin until he's holding you in his arms, grabbing onto your waist and squeezing your skin in his hands.
alright, perhaps he's not the shyest.
4 seconds...
your arms cling to his neck and dive into the nape of his hair as his tongue slips into your mouth, progressively exploring more of you.
his breath is mixing with your own, small pants fanning your face, arms tightening around you when you start to mirror his desperation.
7 seconds...
you need to feel him closer, far too worked up after all the kissing and touching tonight. he seems to get the memo, because one of his hands moves up to hold your head, laying you back until your head hits the pillow.
hyuck props himself up above you, not letting his lips leave yours for longer than it takes to gasp for a short breath, even neglecting himself of air it meant soaking up every last second of you.
10 seconds...
he's too giddy, too excited, hands grabbing at the bare skin on your sides.
"time." jeno calls out.
hyuck drowns out jeno's voice with a muffled whine that he releases into your mouth, continuing to kiss you for as long as he can.
"dude, dude. time's up." mark urges, patting the bed beside you guys. even then, his efforts go unnoticed.
it isn't until jeno literally pulls hyuck off by his shoulder that you guys stop making out and you return to reality.
"that was like 12 seconds, hyuck." jeno grumbles, narrowing his eyes.
"oh, sucks to suck, jeno. you should've made your kiss more memorable if you were worried that-"
"I'll literally beat your ass-"
"stop bickering, both of you!" you groan, holding your hands out.
that seems to silence them rather quickly, all three boys looking at you with eyes full of anticipation.
you clear your throat, at last able to catch your breath, "okay, that was... interesting." you voice out, barely above a whisper. now that they’re all focusing on you, you’re slightly embarrassed to face them. you could feel your cheeks burning, mind bustling with thoughts as you recall each experience.
hyuck snorts, "yeah it was." but you ignore him, fanning your face with your hands to cool it down.
"i don't know where to start."
"well, you can walk us through your thoughts," mark nods patiently.
"yeah, okay. um... they were… they were all very different." you breathe, casting your glance down to the ground. their silence is your cue to continue, “they were all good, really good. and i hate that i’m admitting that, but it’s true.”
“right, but one of them had to be better right? like, according to the rubric?” jeno insists, perking his head up.
“honestly, i don’t know. I think you all got a perfect score as far as the general score goes… none of you were sloppy or bad or whatever. they were all good kisses.”
mark nods understandingly, “so, who would win according to your personal preference?”
you look between them all for a moment, “you guys won’t be mad?”
“no,” they all agree.
“regardless of what I say, you guys won’t be mad? at me or at each other?” you rephrase suspiciously, raising your eyebrow.
with a little more hesitance, they reply, “…no”
“alright,” you purse your lips, sensing your following words were probably the best way to go, “then i’ve decided. no one wins.”
hyuck chokes on air, “woah, woah-“
“wait, what?”
“that’s not fair-“ jeno argues.
you shrug your shoulders, “i liked them all. can’t pick, sorry.”
jeno shakes his head quickly, looking at the other two boys with annoyance, “there has to be one you liked even a little bit more,”
“nope,” you insist.
mark looks slightly disappointed, though he doesn’t seem to be as affected as jeno or hyuck, who both look distraught, like this is the worst news they’ve gotten all week.
hyuck holds a hand to his chest, “y/n, please, you have to pick. i know it’s me, just admit it-”
“you have to choose, i refuse to lose to this moron-“
sitting up straight, you cross your arms stubbornly, “fine, then i pick mark.”
“YES- wait what?!” hyuck snaps his head over to you, mouth agape.
mark looks up, eyes widening, “me?”
“for good sportsmanship.” you affirm, shooting him a small smile. jeno and hyuck erupt into complains and protests, eventually divulging into an argument with each other. fed up, jeno reaches over to smack hyuck over the head, and the two run outside, chasing and yelling after one another.
mark, who is left to look at you in shock, blinks twice in your direction, “so, was mine actually your favorite?”
“maybe, maybe not,” you smile slyly, “I was just tired of dealing with those two.” you point at the door.
mark laughs nervously, running a hand through his hair, “tell me about it.”
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luvyeni · 1 year
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hiiiii! your perv!nct series is on point!
can I request the “8th member of Dream”, but this time each member finds themselves in the readers bed at their shared dorm?
for instance, mark knows the reader doesn’t like Thunder, so he sleeps in her bed with her but his hands have to be down her pajama shorts. something like that.
Thank you, I’m super excited to see your take on this.
—{🎂}8TH MEMBER SHARING THE BED; W/ NCT DREAM
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pairings. OT7!dreamies x 8TH!member
wc. 1k
warnings. fingering, unprotected sex, oral (both. recieving) , cockwarming , doggystyle, mutual masturbation, breeding kink (haechan ik i can't help it),
synopsis. different scenarios where the dreamies end up your bed in your dorm.
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—{🍰}... MARK ⋮ thunderstorms !
the moment he heard the thunder , he knew you were probably up , so he made his way to your room.
he knocked on your door , opening the door when he heard you whimpering. "you okay , love." he saw your shaking body , climbing into the bed with you , pulling you close to him. "it's okay love , i got you." he rubbed your stomach , his hands slowly inching into your sleep short , rubbing lightly on your clit. "m..mark." you moaned. "shh baby, just let me make you feel good." his fingers , slowly slid into your hole. "so tight , clenching around my fingers." you bit your lip to contain your moans , so the others won't wake up. "pretty baby was scared by the storm , i got you pretty , go a head and cum on my fingers." you covered your face in the pillow as you came on his fingers. "oh fuck , mark , please."
"what do you want now love, you want me to fuck you , keep you full to distract you from the thunder?"
—{🍰}... RENJUN ⋮ waking you up in the morning !
renjun knew no one else in the entire dorm could wake you up like he could , that's why he did it every morning.
he opened the door to your room , closing the door. "come on it's time to get up." he shook your body , you pushed him off you , groaning. "too early." he sighed , knowing what would easily wake you up. sliding , the blanket off your body , spreading your legs , climbing on your bed to slot himself in between them. "look at these shorts , i can see the outline of your pussy babe." he said to himself , pulling them down your legs along with your underwear. he came face to face with your heat , kitty licking your clit , making you stir. "come on baby , get up." he licked a stripe up your cunt , messily eating your cunt , your eyes opened , grabbing his hair , "r..renjun , please im gonna cum." your legs closed around his head , as you came on his tongue , he pulled away , his lips covered in your essence.
"im waking you up earlier tomorrow so i can fuck you afterwards."
—{🍰}... JENO ⋮ bad dreams !
he heard your whimpering on the other side of the wall , knowing you had a nightmare, he made his way to you.
he didn't bother knocking , opening your door , making his way into your bed. "j..jeno?" you sniffled , his whole body engulfed yours , pulling you close to him , your face in his chest. "i know baby , i heard you crying , did you have another bad dream?" you nodded. "y..yes." he kissed the top of your head. "it's okay love , you want me to fix it , we have a schedule tomorrow and we can't have you all sleepy." you nodded , he pulled away for a second , pulling his cock out from his pajamas , pulling your shorts to the side , rubbing his tip up and down your folds , before sliding all the way in , but not moving , cockwarming. "j..jeno , so full."
"good girl , just warm my cock , and go back to sleep."
—{🍰}... HAECHAN ⋮ sex !
you and haechan don't beat around the bush when he comes into your room late at night, you both want each other.
"ha..haechan." you moaned as he fucked you. "you gotta be more quiet if you don't want them to hear how much of a slut you are." he smirked when you clenched around him. "baby when i get to this room you're mine , and i don't like to share what's mine." he sped up his pace. "you can fuck them all don't care." he trusted deeply into you , hitting that one spot , that made your mouth drop open. "but i know none of them can fuck you like i can." you felt your orgasm approaching. "im gonna cum." you moaned out. "go a head and cum , cum on my cock." you held your mouth to keep you from screaming as you came. haechan came shortly after , painting your walls white.
"they can't fuck you like i can."
—{🍰}... JAEMIN ⋮ "friendly" cuddles !
jaemin your designated cuddler when you don't have a schedule or something you two are often "cuddling" in your room.
"that's it baby , stroke my cock." his hand found it's way into your pants , sliding his finger into your cunt , both of you getting each other off. "so wet and messy baby." he added another finger , speeding up his process, so you sped up your movements , stroking his cock even faster. "fuck baby." he groaned , using the pad of his thumb to rub on your clit. "im gonna cum." you whimpered, squeezing the base of his cock. "sh..shit me too." you both moaned as you both came at the same time.
"turn on your side love , i need to be inside you. "
—{🍰}... CHENLE ⋮ sleepover !
since chenle doesn't live in the dorms he often comes over to have "sleepovers" in your room.
chenle pushed inside of you from behind. "fuck , chenle!" you bit down on his pillow as his hips rutted against your ass. "fuck arch your back some more." he pushed down on your back , hitting a different angle like that. "oh fuck , you're so deep." you moaned as he fucked into you faster. "who wouldn't thought our sweet little _ likes having her back blown out by her own members , look at you all fucked out." he groaned against your ear , biting your shoulder. "ch..chenle im gonn- not yet." he yanked your hair.
"we have off tomorrow im fucking you until you can't walk."
—{🍰}... JISUNG ⋮ watching a movie !
watching different movies in your room became a thing you and jisung do every week after all your schedules.
jisung's head was thrown back against the headboard , the movie long forgotten as your mouth swallowed around his cock. "oh fuck you took me all the way." you hummed around his cock , pulling off , just sucking on his tip to tease him. "no..no teasing." he gritted his teeth, making your hair into a make-shift ponytail, pushing you all the way back down on his cock. "fuck your throat is squeezing my cock im gonna -fuck- im gonna cum , im gonna cum down your throat." he held your head down, you breathed through your nose as he came , pulling you off his cock , breathless and still hard as he pulling you up into his lap.
"i want you to ride my cock now."
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the way life goes — six(final). (n.jm)
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PAIRING: na jaemin x reader GENRE: angst, fluff, smut, college au WORD COUNT: 18.5k
SYNOPSIS: it's crazy how everything had came to be in your life, you didn't expect anything to happen the way it did. but you suppose that's the way life goes.
CHAPTERS WARNINGS: absolute mess and head fuck as twlg always is, angsty just how i like it, mentions of heavy emotions, dumb reader and jaemin moments, eunbin and jaemin moments, mentions of alcohol and weed, explicit language (a lot of cursing), kissing, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex,
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Jaemin sleeps soundly for the first time that night.
He would argue that it’s probably the best sleep he’s had in ages—covered in blankets, wrapped up in your arms with his head resting on your chest, legs tangled together… he felt at peace.
He’s pretty sure he dreamt for the first time too. No recurring nightmares appearing or dreamless nights where he wakes up groggy, confused and lonely.
He dreamt. He dreamt of him, he dreamt of you. You looked so pretty—you always look pretty. You were smiling, you were laughing all while holding onto his arm and pointing at the sky. The sun was setting; a mixture of yellows, oranges and pinks. It would’ve been a beautiful picture to capture, especially with your silhouette in the shot.
The group were there too, running across that sand barefooted, screaming and shouting as the cold sea came to shore. But he wasn’t focused on them. He has his eyes set on you. 
But, much to his dismay, he wakes up before he can even finish the dream, and he wakes up alone.
His hand runs across the bed, a frown settling on his features at the cold touch of the sheets pricks his fingertips. Jaemin lifts himself up on his elbows as he stares at the empty spot with fuzzy vision, hair sticking in different directions and muscles aching. 
You’ve been out of bed for a while, He thinks while he sits up, sleeping rubbing at his face as he swings his legs over the side of the bed to stand up. He wobbles across his floorboards, blindly reaching in the dark to retrieve a clean pair of shorts to tug them up his legs to cover his modesty, fumbling to get to his bedroom door.
Jaemin steps out into the vacant hallway, squinting at the light that blinds his eyes as he walks towards the bathroom, dripping the doorknob and twisting with a call of your name, fully expecting you to be sitting on the toilet or even in the bathtub as he peers his head inside but grunts as he’s met with complete darkness, and a empty room.
His brows draw together in confusion as he pulls the door shut, turning to look over his shoulder to eye the closed bedroom doors of the other boys, not fully sure if they all came back home last night after they all ventured to the girls apartment.
Jaemin hovers outside of Yangyang’s bedroom, debating whether to open it up and take a quick peek inside to see if, for some reason, you were in there. But he’s met with darkness yet again, and an empty bed. 
He feels a little uncomfortable and majorly confused, flashbacks of waking up alone after his last night with Eunbin before she disappeared repeats in his head and he feels the panic build up in his chest, trying his best to calm his erratic heartbeat as he ventures downstairs and into the kitchen to grab himself a glass of cold water but flinches in shock when he switches on the light and sees Donghyuck sat alone at the kitchen island with his hand shoved in a cereal box.
Jaemin stares at him in bewilderment, “What are you doing?”
“I’m eating” Donghyuck answers simply, giving him an odd look as he shoves another handful of cereal into his mouth before bringing his attention back to his phone that lays across the marble countertop, scrolling through instagram. 
“Where is everyone?”
“Shotaro’s in his room sleeping, Renjun is with Haru and Yangyang and Jeno are walking Y/N back home”
Jaemin does a complete double take. “Walking her home?”
“She said she wasn’t feeling too good when we came in, caught her just by the door… was afraid she was going to throw up or something” Donghyuck explains to Jaemin who grows even more confused. “We were going to call her a cab but she said she wanted some fresh air so Jeno offered to walk her home. Yangyang tagged along because he got worried”
The panic inside of Jaemin builds at the thought of you not feeling okay, trying his hardest to remember how much alcohol you drank a few hours prior just in case you got too drunk, but he knows you didn’t drink that much and you were completely sober when you got back to the house. He then tries to remember if something had happened when the two of you were together in his room and if he had done something wrong or something to hurt you when you had slept together, but nothing comes to mind, he’s stuck. 
Jaemin leaves Donghyuck alone in the kitchen as he runs back upstairs, not bothering to continue on with the conversation as the latter shouts nonsense behind him about what could’ve possibly happened, too busy searching for his phone to call you.
It rings once, twice, three times before it goes to voicemail and Jaemin huffs, tapping the call icon again and sandwiches his phone between his cheek and shoulder to listen to it ring once again as he yanks open his closet in search for some pants and a shirt, desperate to find something to wear so he can head over to your apartment. 
“She’s home safe, you know” A voice interrupts from behind and Jaemin whizzes around to see Jeno standing in the doorway with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, head tilted to the side as he stares with Jaemin with an amused glint in his eyes when he sees the heap of clothes in front of him. “You can calm down”
“Is she sick?” Jaemin asks, pulling the phone away from his ears when it goes to voicemail yet again and he frowns.
“She doesn’t really seem herself,” Jeno admits, pressing his lips together as he figures out how to word his next question. “Did something happen between you both?”
“What? No” Jaemin's eyebrows furrow at that. “We’re fine. We talked when we got home—about the party and whatever. She was going to tell me something but we got carried away… did she say something to you?”
“Not a word” Jeno shakes his head, shifting on his feet as he straightens his back. “I don’t know if you know but Eunbin—”
“Dude, I don’t give a fuck about Eunbin right now” Jaemin cuts Jeno off with a deep sigh, his arms falling to his sides in exhaustion and annoyance. “Ever since she came back, all you guys have been doing is throwing her name around and shoving conversations about her in my face… I don’t care about Eunbin”
“Funny” Jeno scoffs, his tongue prodding at his cheek as he rips his hands out of his pockets to curl his fist around Jaemin’s bedroom door handle. “For someone that claims they don’t give a fuck about Eunbin, you sure hang out with her a lot”
Jaemin grits his teeth, “You know it’s not like that”
Jeno’s brows raise at that, “Do I?” And with that, Jeno slams the door shut, leaving Jaemin alone in his room with his thoughts.
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 Walking out and ignoring Jaemin after spending the night with him is probably one of the stupidest decisions you have ever made, and you have made a few. 
A big part of you wanted to stay—to blurt out your full feelings and admit that you have grown to like him in a way you promised not to, but the conversation with Eunbin and lying about how there were no feelings involved weighed heavily on your chest and you felt guilty.
You felt guilty for lying, guilty for sleeping with him after telling Eunbin that you’d stop, guilty for leaving the second he fell into a deep sleep, guilty for not being selfish and getting what you want. 
But, as always, you’ve never been selfish. You’ve always been selfless, you like making other people happy even if it means hurting yourself. It’s a flaw that the girls have grilled you for more times than you can possibly count. 
You never learn, you never listen.
When Yangyang and Jeno walked you home that night, you could feel their curious and doubtful gazes on the side of your head, desperate to ask what was actually wrong and why you decided to leave early, clearly not taking the ‘I’m sick’ comment as an excuse. You hate how well they know you, but you were grateful they didn’t push for a real answer, there was no way you could be honest to them about what happened at the party. 
“What’s wrong?” Miwoo questions you the next morning at breakfast and you feel your shoulders slump. Miwoo, on the other hand, pushes for the answer while Haru observes, staring at you until you break yourself. This is not what you need. “You’ve been weird since you got home late last night”
“Hungover” You simply lie, twirling your spoon around the cereal bowl. “I drank too much”
Miwoo scoffs at that, “You hardly drank”
“I agree” Haru chimes in softly, watching you over the rim of her coffee as she takes a sip. 
“Nothings wrong,” You tell them.
“Okay”
“Stop it” You warn, pointing your spoon in Haru’s direction menacingly as if it will help, not appreciating the way the corners of her lips lift up in amusement. “I don’t like it when you assess me with your eyes, makes me feel nervous”
Miwoo grins, leaning on her elbow smugly. “Why would you be nervous if there’s nothing wrong?”
You huff in frustration, sliding down in your seat with a frown as you shove a spoonful of cereal in your mouth to not utter a single word to them, casting your eyes down to your bowl as they stare into you, waiting for you to crack. 
You hold your ground, refusing to make eye contact with any of them as you continue eating your breakfast but the quietness that surrounds you three with the occasional crunch of cereal and sip of coffee makes you feel like you’re losing your mind.
“Fine” You immediately crack, your spoon clanging against the bowl as you drop it, crossing your arms over your chest as you turn your head towards Miwoo. “I’ll speak if you tell us why you’re spending so much time with Sunwoo”
Miwoo gasps, palm of her hand slapping against her chest in shock. “Don’t turn this on me”
Haru slowly cranes her head to Miwoo almost comically. “Interesting”
“I saw you talk to him last night so I’m sure he spilled on what I asked from him” Miwoo tuts with a shake of her head. “I just wanted to have some fun and Sunwoo carries a lot of the fun. He didn’t give me anything, but I did sit down with him for like an hour and talked… It was strange, a good strange” 
You stare at her quizzically as you ask, “Do you like him?”
Miwoo snorts. “No. Since breaking up with Jeno, I’m done with relationships for now. I don’t need them”
“But?”
“But I like to think as myself as ‘sex positive’ so if the opportunity comes around where I can get dicked down then—”
“Okay, your turn” Haru cuts her off as she directs the conversation towards you, staring at you expectedly and you mentally groan, biting down on your inner cheek for even agreeing to spill the truth if Miwoo did first.
Honestly, you didn’t think Miwoo would actually talk about Sunwoo. You expected her to change the topic, to talk about something else like she usually does but of course, with just your luck, she was honest.
You sigh deeply, clearly a little frustrated and annoyed but you know your friends mean well. They’re curious—worried—about your sudden mood drop and how weird you’ve been acting since last night. They’re looking out for you, they care.
“I think I’m going to stop sleeping around with Jaemin” Your confession makes the girls freeze in confusion and shock, staring at you across the table and silently pleading for you to continue and explain. “I just thought that maybe it’s been going on for too long, you know”
Haru gives you a disappointed look, “You didn’t talk to him, did you?”
“I couldn’t” You shake your head, knowing what she’s hinting at. Your feelings towards Jaemin. “I couldn’t do it”
“Talk to him about what? How much you like him?” Miwoo asks nonchalantly as she takes a sip of her juice and your head snaps towards Haru for outing you out but she shakes her head, putting her hands up in defence and Miwoo snickers softly, “I figured it out. I’ve known for a while. I was just waiting for you to admit it out loud”
You frown deeply, “Is it that obvious?”
“Not really” Miwoo hums before sending you a smile, “I just know you. You're one of my best friends”
You blink at her sudden kindness, “Well that’s sweet”
Miwoo shrugs her shoulders with a smug grin as she leans back comfortably in her seat, “I try sometimes”
“I still think you should talk to him” Haru brings up the topic once again and your stomach flips with anxiety, a weight laying heavy on your chest. “You won’t know if he feels the same unless you talk to him about it”
“What if talking about it makes it worse?” You ask, voicing your fears with a shaken tone. “What if I’m standing there—blurting out my entire feelings and telling him that I broke the most important rule we made and then he rejects me or something?
“Rejection happens” Haru tells you quietly, giving you a small but tight lipped smile that does nothing to calm your nerves. “Rejection is a part of life. Sometimes it’s unavoidable, sometimes it’s not, but it happens. I think rejection helps us grow too. Sure, it fucking sucks but it’s a pain that will be forgotten in the long run. It’ll be okay”
“Also, there would be something seriously wrong with him if he rejected you” Miwoo chimes in, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at you from across the table. “I’d date you if you confess your undying love to me”
You can’t help but smile in amusement at that, the corner of your lips twitching upwards. “Thanks, Miwoo”
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Maybe you should’ve been completely honest to the girls on why you wanted to stop sleeping with Jaemin, and although you did admit a few of your worries like rejection and heartache, the thought of what Eunbin had asked of you left a bitter taste in your mouth.
You did weigh the pros and cons when you were alone in your room getting ready for the day. The pros being that they would have comforted you to the extreme, perhaps maybe even talked some sense into you and told you that it’s okay to be selfish every once in a while. 
The cons felt heavier, intense. They would have gotten mad, at you and definitely at Eunbin. Haru has always been silent but deadly with her anger while Miwoo has, without a doubt, been more physical and verbal. She would get her hands dirty if someone had hurt you, Haru or anybody she cared about, even herself. 
You didn’t want to cause a fight, that would be a little too dramatic.
You lean back in your chair at the library with a sigh, stretching out the aching muscles in your back and arms before placing down your pen and flexing out your fingers, the numbing sensation spreading to the tips, having been holding your pen in the same position for so long left a dull throbbing in your hand.
The heaps of notes, books and Donghyuck’s laptop that you borrowed from him once again splayed out in front of you proves how long you’ve been studying inside the library, and you mentally curse at yourself for spending your free period cramming all your work into one instead of grabbing a coffee with the others.
But you had your reasons.
A stack of books slam down on the desk in front of you and you jump in fright at the sudden noise, eyes widening in shock as your head snaps up to the culprit, ignoring the sounds of other students around you shushing you or warning you to be quiet as you see Jeno.
Usually, you would’ve scoffed and calmed down once settling your attention on Jeno, but with his jaw clenched and dark eyes staring at you through the messy strands that fall in front of his face, it’s hard for you to calm down. In fact, it makes you feel more scared. 
“Why are you ignoring Jaemin?”
“I’m not!!” You splutter, shaking your head. You are. “Keep your noise down, we’re in a library”
“I don’t care about the library” Jeno scoffs, pulling out the chair vacant opposite you and making himself comfortable, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares at you expectedly. “Why are you ignoring Jaemin?”
“I told you, I’m not” You lie, gesturing towards the mess in front of you. “I’ve been busy with my assessments. The college life is stressful, you know”
“So it has nothing to do with the conversation you had with Eunbin?” That throws you for a loop and your lips press together tightly, unable to control the emotions that are easily now written upon your face and Jeno sighs, dropping his head low with a shake before looking back up at you. “What happened?”
“Nothing—”
“Come on, you know you can’t lie to me,” Jeno says with a teasing smile. “Talk to me. I promise I won’t tell a soul” You give him a disbelieving look, “Okay, depends on what is it because sometimes I can’t keep my mouth shut when talking to Donghyuck—”
“Jeno” You cut him off with a frustrated sigh, rubbing your hand across your forehead at the headache that forms. Jeno frowns deeply at you, his efforts of making you laugh and crack a smile fails him, letting him know that whatever happened between you and Eunbin must’ve been serious. 
He calls your name softly and your hand drops to your lap as you gaze up at him, hating how worryingly he’s looking at you right now but you bite back any comment you want to make, swallowing thickly before you begin to talk again.
“I don’t want to continue being official and sleeping with Jaemin anymore” You admit, the heavy weight laying on your chest once again as Jeno’s eyebrows raise in shock. “I have been avoiding him… but that’s because I’m nervous to have the conversation with him. I’m making it worse”
Jeno’s quiet as he mumbles, “How come?”
“Feels like it’s gotten a little out of hand” You laugh softly, embarrassment filling your tone as you stare awkwardly at your fidgeting hands. “Rules were broken—important rules. I ended up breaking the main one”
Jeno takes a moment to register what you had just admitted, remembering the five rules Jaemin had told him during the early stages of your friends with benefits situation, and everything slowly begins to sink in, a genuine smile threatening to spill onto his lips as he stares at you, “You like him”
You nod quickly, feeling awkward and embarrassed for admitting something to someone like Jeno: Jaemin’s ultimate best friend. You feel a little stupid too, but you push down all regrets and worries as you mutter, “But I can’t like him”
Jeno’s eyebrows furrow, confused. “Why not?”
You finally meet his eyes across the table, giving him a tight lipped smile as the words pour from your lips. “Because Eunbin likes him too”
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Jeno promised he wouldn’t tell anyone about your conversation with Eunbin after he made you explain everything in detail, wrapping his pinky tightly around yours to seal off the promise. 
The look of anger and annoyance written across his features worried you a little and at some point you were afraid he was about to burst and curse up a storm, but he kept his cool (much to your surprise) despite his facial expressions giving away exactly what he was thinking.
He accompanies you for his entire free period despite you telling him that you’re fine without the company but he ignores you as he pulls his phone out of his pocket, kicking his feet up on the empty chair beside him as he mindlessly scrolls. You scoff as you catch him glancing over at you from time to time. 
Jeno also decides to come with you when Donghyuck demands his laptop back when he and the others return from getting coffee, sending you an interesting text with a bunch of emojis and light-hearted threats if you don’t return his ‘prized possession’ back in one piece. 
You walk side by side with Jeno now, heading towards the outside grounds where you know the others will be waiting for your arrival and you grow a little nervous when you think about Jaemin. Would he be there? Did he have a free period to go and get coffee too? Or would he stay behind and catch up on his own work?
The questions leave you dizzy and annoyed, huffing at your thoughts which easily catches Jeno’s attention and he gives you a kind smile, reaching his hand up to your shoulder to dig his fingers into the pressure points, causing you to wince upon his first touch but slowly relax in complete bliss as you feel the tension slip away. 
You give him a dumb grin to which he snorts at.
“Hey” A familiar voice calls out and you crane your neck to the side, the grin slowly slipping from your lips as you see Jaemin emerge from a class with Junghoon, who you’ve grown to learn is his nosey seatmate, by his side. It seems like your questions are answered. He did stay.
Jaemin eyes the way Jeno’s fingers are dug into your shoulders, brow twitching upwards in question when he watches his hands slowly trail down your arm and drop to his sides casually, giving Jaemin a smile that, for once, Jaemin didn’t bother giving back.
Your mouth feels dry upon seeing Jaemin, unable to come up with a simple greeting when he makes his way towards you, but he stops abruptly when Junghoon tumbles into him and apologises profusely when he steps on the back of Jaemin’s shoe, yet Jaemin pays no mind to the small accident and instead swats Junghoon away when it dawns on him that he’s trying to follow behind.
Junghoon’s mouth drops open in offence, spinning around on his heel with a scoff and disappearing into the crowd, but not before giving you a wave to which you felt obliged to return and your hand falls to your side when Jaemin brings his attention back to you. 
“Hey” He greets you casually, but his brows pull together in concern as his eyes take you in, roaming your face with curiosity. “Are you okay? I’ve been trying to call you but… it kept going straight to voicemail”
“Yeah, sorry” You apologise, the guilt immediately eating you up and you struggle to look him in the eyes even when he tries so hard to meet yours. “I wasn’t feeling too great and then I had assessments from Professor Moon, I just—” You gulp. “I’ve been busy”
“Are you feeling better now?” Jaemin asks you and you nod quickly, but abruptly stop when he asks the next question, “Are you still busy now?”
“I, well…” You pause, staring down at Donghyuck’s laptop in your hands before looking back up at him. “I have to give this to Donghyuck—”
“Jeno can give it back” Jaemin tells you, not even sparing a glance at Jeno who’s been silently watching the interaction this entire time, his hands shoved deep into his jean pockets with his jaw locked. You’re unsure of what to say back, but the urge to make up a lame excuse on why you should be the one to give Donghyuck his laptop back lays on the tip of your tongue. “I want to talk to you, alone”
You’re about to decline, to follow along with your excuse until you hear the faint ‘please’ that leaves his lips when you take a second too long to answer him. It leaves you crumbling, the walls that you’ve built up fall down just from that word and the tone that was used.
You hate how weak he makes you feel and you mentally scold yourself when you hand the laptop over to Jeno who’s already staring at you, trying to communicate with you through subtle glances but you simply nod at him to tell him that everything was okay, and maybe this could be your chance to end things with Jaemin once and for all.
Jeno bids you both a silent goodbye, giving one last look at Jaemin and Jaemin holds eye contact with him for a few moments before dropping his head low as he remembers the small dispute the pair had regarding himself and Eunbin—but Jaemin didn’t care about that right now, not when he finally has you here in person.
He offers his hand out for you to take and you feel a little dumb staring at it, debating in your head whether to hold it or not. You really want to hold his hand, to feel his warmth against your skin and get that comfort you’ve been yearning for, yet the guilt is quick to rise and the conversation with Eunbin comes to mind. You can’t take his hand.
But yet, you do. 
Your fingers slide through his before you can even register you’re doing it and the squeeze he gives your hand is enough to pull you out of your thoughts that swarm your head. You allow him to take you wherever he wants to go to talk to you alone and the anxiety that surges through your veins at the lingering eyes of others causes you to drop your head low to avoid their stares, especially Mia’s who watches with her arms crossed tightly over her chest and her jaw clenched. 
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“What’s going on?” Jaemin asks the question you have been dreading and the silence that fills the empty classroom he had pulled you inside for your one-on-one talk makes you feel uncomfortable, and a little nervous. 
You have no idea how to even talk to him, let alone start the conversation of ending whatever it is you both have. A friends with benefits situation, an official one. That’s all it has ever been. Your stomach twists and turns at that, refusing to make eye contact with him as you look elsewhere, focussing on a board with scribbles from its previous class.
Jaemin calls out your name softly and you almost jump when you feel the palm of his hands cup your cheeks to turn your attention on him, and your heart drops plummets in your stomach. The desperate look in his eyes, the curiosity—the worry—it makes you feel sick.
“I know you said you’ve been busy… but it kinda feels like you’ve been avoiding me” Jaemin laughs lightly despite the crushed tone, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones as his lips press together with a sigh. “Please talk to me”
“Jaemin, I—” You wanted to scream when you heard his phone shrill loudly in his pocket, ruining your chance to explain what was going on. Maybe it was a good thing you were getting interrupted, you weren’t exactly ready to end whatever you both had and truthfully, you didn’t want to.
Although you grow confused when Jaemin allows his phone to continuously ring, not bothering to check the caller ID and answer it as his attention is focused on nothing but you. You would’ve been entirely grateful if this was under a different circumstance, recalling the amount of times he’s answered the phone when you were together but you couldn’t ignore it, not with that annoying ringtone. 
Slipping your hand into his jean pockets, you fish out his phone and you barely bite back a scoff when you see Eunbin’s caller ID. You’re shocked at your complete 180 in attitude, being so used to feeling guilty and ashamed when being in Jaemin’s presence with Eunbin’s name running in your mind, but now you feel annoyed—resentful even.
“You should answer it”
“I don’t want to,” Jaemin immediately says.
“It hasn’t stopped you before” You bite back before you can stop yourself, your bitter tone catching Jaemin off guard and you sigh, closing your eyes in defeat. “I’m sorry—”
“Did she say something to you?” It was your turn to be caught off guard, your eyes snapping open to stare at Jaemin who’s hands drop to his side, head tilting to the side quizzically. 
Jaemin remembered his brief encounter with Jeno during the night you left, how Jeno had brought up Eunbin’s name but Jaemin was quick to shut it down, not wanting to know anything or even hear anything about his ex-girlfriend. 
But he can’t help but piece two and two together: you have been acting weird since Eunbin’s welcome home party and he’s almost certain he saw you and Eunbin together before he was pushed inside of her home by others who attended the party.
Instead of answering him like he wishes you would’ve, you look down at his phone in your hands and slide your finger across the answer button, shoving his phone in his grasp with force and collecting your belongings to leave him alone once again.
A gasp flies from your lips as you feel Jaemin’s fingers wrap around your wrist and tug you back to him, and you almost trip over your own feet if it wasn’t for his tight grip to keep you steady, staring at him in complete shock as he stares back with a unreadable expression on his face.
You hear Eunbin’s voice call out his name from the speaker: asking if he’s there, asking if he can hear her and what he’s doing, but he remains silent with his attention, yet again, focused on you and it makes your heart pound loudly in your ears. 
Your thoughts ramble together, unable to even come up with a clear thought to get you out of this situation. Instead, you do what you know best. 
You kiss him.
You don’t know why you kissed him, you don’t really know what brought on the urge to do so but you did. With your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers curled around the hair at the nape of his neck, chest pressed against his, you kissed him hungrily—desperately.
It’s when you feel Jaemin respond to the kiss, letting his phone drop to the ground as his hands come up to rest on your waist that you realise what you’re doing and you recoil back in shock, eyes wide as you stare between him and his phone on the ground, baffled at what you just done.
Jaemin tries to reach back out to you, to bring you back to him and to kiss you again but you refuse, muttering a small apology as you finally gather your things and leave him once again.
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It’s been two weeks since Jaemin last interacted with you in the classroom. 
There’s been brief moments where he encountered you with the group, but it’s obvious now when you avoid his gaze or make up some excuse to go somewhere else or that you’re busy, and Jaemin is tired.
What makes it worse is that it seems everyone else around him is knowing what's going on while he’s left alone in the dark to figure it out himself. It makes him upset, even though he’d never admit it out loud to anyone. 
It makes him upset to see you avoid him so quickly, to refuse to meet up with him alone or to talk to him. He’s tried calling you, he’s tried texting you—hell, he’s even tried to talk to Haru and Miwoo who give him nothing in return but a sharp look or disappointing gaze.
He’s sick of it.
Jaemin’s not sick of you, he doesn’t think he could be ever sick of you. He’s sick of the hushed whispers he hears from the group, how they refuse to tell him what’s going on. He’s sick of the looks he gets from them whenever Eunbin makes a sudden appearance to talk to him, whether it’ll be through a phone call or in person. 
He knows Eunbin’s trying to get on good terms with him, to rebuild a friendship with him while she’s back. Some part of him admires Eunbin for her efforts as Jaemin doesn’t bother giving anything back apart from some half-hearted replies or sounds of acknowledgement when she says something to him, but the other part of him is annoyed at how she can pretend that nothing ever happened and that because he forgave her for his closure, Eunbin thinks it’s fine to worm her way back into his life with his friends (who clearly hate her). 
Jaemin feels conflicted. He hates awkwardness and he hates the tension, and he’s not the best when it comes to uncomfortable situations. He can, however, have his moments when it comes to other people. He doesn’t mind being confrontational if it helps the other person, but when it comes to himself he would avoid it at all costs. 
He wouldn’t admit it out loud but he wants his friends to be happy and he most importantly wants you to be happy. Eunbin? He ponders her name for a moment, tongue prodding at his cheek as he stares at his blank computer screen. Eunbin is not his priority. He doesn’t really care about Eunbin’s happiness.
So why was he trying so hard to keep the peace on both ends? Jaemin grows frustrated again, trying his best to clear his thoughts as he busies himself with his computer, editing a picture he had taken of Shotaro recently but he gets distracted when he hears his phone vibrate relentlessly on his desk and he picks it up, brows pulling together as he sees the main groupchat is active. 
[ 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗨'𝗦 𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗔𝗥 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦 — 𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗧 ]
donghyuck: sunwoos having a party tonight donghyuck: he invited all of us and said he’s got the goods covered donghyuck: i think i love him a lil 
yangyang: i’m down [donghyuck hearted this message]
renjun: who the fuck changed the groupchat name.
miwoo: me❤️
renjun: change it back.
yangyang: 🗣️rare sight of renjun getting overprotective over his gf 🗣️
donghyuck: i screenshot already👍 [yangyang liked this message] [renjun disliked this message]
miwoo: haru is the only one with a big bank account tho bc she works miwoo: its fitting dont u think????
donghyuck: idkkk donghyuck: just wait until me n jeno start our onlyfans account
jeno: 🤨
yangyang: wait hyuck why not ask m e????
donghyuck: no offence but jeno would bring in the views
yangyang: you right you right 
jeno: anyway jeno: im down for the party jeno: haven’t had one in a while
renjun: you had one last weekend.
yangyang: we literally hosted a party last weekend????
donghyuck: did you get so fucked up you forgot we had one last weekend???
jeno: shut up jeno: are we all going or not [yangyang, donghyuck and miwoo liked this message] jeno: what abt renjun, haru, shotaro, yn & jaemin???
miwoo: renjun goes if haru goes miwoo: and shotaro goes if renjun and haru goes [donghyuck questioned this message]
donghyuck: uh no donghyuck: shotaro goes if ME and YANG go
miwoo: idk abt that :/
shotaro: i go if you all go :)
donghyuck: i love you
haru: me and renjun can’t go tonight, we’re packing for our weekend trip
miwoo: THE FCK??? 🤨🤨🤨 miwoo: WHAT WEEKEND TRIP???? miwoo: and without me???
you: haru and renjun have planned this trip for like weeks, that’s why haru asked for more shifts at work [haru hearted this message] [renjun liked this message]
renjun: at least someone listens.
donghyuck: wait what teh fuck
miwoo: thats what im SAYING
donghyuck: what happened to group trips </3 do we not do those anymore </3 
miwoo: ^ ^ ^
donghyuck: this friday is the worst friday to have ever friday [miwoo emphasised this message]
shotaro: is this our first time seeing miwoo and hyuck agree on something?? [donghyuck and miwoo disliked this message] shotaro: sorry.
yangyang: where are u guys going??
renjun: none of your business.
haru: rented out a beach house!
donghyuck: BEACH TRIPS ARE OUR THING!!!!!???
miwoo: how are me and yn going to survive without haru miwoo: i feel so lonely already </3
haru: i’ll be gone for three days…
miwoo: and??? miwoo: do u know how long that is????
yangyang: 3 days lol [miwoo disliked this message]
donghyuck: 3 days??? [miwoo disliked this message]
renjun: 3 days. [miwoo disliked this message]
miwoo: ok stfu
jeno: we’re getting side tracked. jeno: yn? jaemin? party??? 
you: idk you: i’ll think abt it
yangyang: thats a yes yangyang: because i’ll be dragging ur ass out
donghyuck: me too ;)
jeno: jae??
jaemin: no.
And with that, Jaemin shuts off his phone and drops it beside him on his desk, leaning back in his chair with his head in his hands, rubbing at his face in frustration as his chest tightens with an uncomfortable feeling. He hates this.
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“Don’t take this the wrong way but, why are you even here right now?” Haru questions you with a quick glance over her shoulder as she restocks the vinyls, rearranging them in alphabetical order for Johnny’s liking.
She spins to face Renjun for a brief moment with a grin, holding up a vinyl with the words ‘COLOURFUL TRAUMA’ scrawled across the front in block letters and Renjun nods, opening up his little ‘misfits’ tote bag and allowing her to shove the vinyl inside for later purchase. 
“Can’t I just come visit you at work?” You question back, finding offence as you frown at her. Your arms cross over your chest as you lean against a pillar, raising a brow in her direction. “Is it wrong for me to want to hang out with you?”
Renjun scoffs, “You’re so dramatic” You retaliate by throwing up your middle finger and Renjun does the same with a smile, causing Haru to give you both a pointed look, clearly unimpressed with your attitudes towards each other.
“I think you’re stalling” Haru tells you, turning back to the vinyls. “He’s not going tonight, you know. Ditch the party and actually talk to him… avoiding him isn’t going to make either of you feel better”
“I can’t bring myself to do it” You admit, staring down at your shoes in disappointment. “I don’t want to end whatever we have for my benefit… but not only do I not know how he feels about me, I have Eunbin waiting to make her move and get her second chance”
“Eunbin doesn’t deserve a second chance” Renjun says, causing you to look at him. “And honestly? I don’t think Jaemin is dumb enough to give her a second chance. At this point she’s just making a complete fool out of herself”
Your lips curl into a frown, “Doesn’t that mean technically that I’m making a complete fool out of myself too?”
Haru turns her head towards you abruptly, “What makes you say that?”
“Think about it,” You start, uncrossing your arms to count off your fingers. “I’ve fallen for him without knowing how he feels about me. I broke the most important rule we had made which, shocker, is the don't fall for each other rule. I’m practically stalling everything just so I don’t have that conversation with him and potentially lose him… I’m a fool”
“You’re just scared—”
You blink at Haru, “That makes me feel so much worse”
“It’s okay to be scared, you know” Renjun speaks this time and you’re surprised by his soft and caring tone, eyes wide as you look over at him. Renjun rolls his eyes at your expression, “I can be nice sometimes”
“Yeah, and it’s creepy” You tell him, causing Renjun to scoff and Haru to laugh at her boyfriend, patting him on the shoulder before resuming in her work. “I know it’s okay to be scared, by the way… I just hate feeling it and I want to get rid of it. I wish I could pull an Eunbin and leave on a trip”
Haru sucks through her teeth, gently whacking you on top of the head with a vinyl. “Don’t use that writing trip as an escape”
Renjun snorts at your choice of words, “Pull an Eunbin”
“It was a joke” You tell her, rubbing the top of your head despite it not actually hurting you. “I have been thinking about it though. Professor Moon asks me about it from time to time, and I still have Mr Nakamoto’s details on a note somewhere in the bottom of my bag”
“Go on the trip if it’s something you really want, but don’t go on the trip if you’re using it as an escape route to avoid Jaemin” Haru gives you a hard look and you’re a little startled, not expecting her to give you that type of expression. “You’ll be worse than Eunbin if you do that”
Renjun spares you a quick glance, “Don’t be Eunbin”
You frown at that, the thought of becoming something like her leaving an uncomfortable feeling on your chest. You regret the joke you made moments prior about pulling an Eunbin and leaving—you’d never do something like that, that would be the last thing you’d do. Jaemin would, truthfully, be one of the first people you’d tell if you decided to go on the trip, remembering how excited he was for you when you first mentioned it to him. 
You wouldn’t do that to him—you wouldn’t leave without telling him, no matter what type of situation you’re both in.
“Do you want a job or something?” The sudden but familiar voice causes you to slowly turn around on your heel, eyes zoning in on Johnny who’s standing behind you with a pudding cup in hand and a spoon in the other, staring at you with a deadpan expression as he raises his spoon to his mouth.
“What?”
“You’re here all the time.” Johnny points out, the corner of his lips subtly twitching which gives you the impression he’s teasing you. “Do you want a job or something? Help organise the shelves? Be my assistant?”
“Fuck off, Johnny”
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“Are you really going on a trip?” Miwoo frowns, sitting on the edge of Haru’s bed as she watches her pack her final belongings for the weekend getaway. 
When Haru had finished her shift this evening, she rushed home with you to pack while you had to shower and get ready for Sunwoo’s party. (Miwoo’s orders. You didn’t feel like crossing Miwoo today.)
You’re prettied up alongside Miwoo, wearing your favourite outfit along with some silver jewellery and heavy makeup that you think definitely pulls the look in all together—you praise Miwoo for her talents. And despite not wanting to go in the first place, you have to admit that you feel much better after seeing your reflection. 
“Yes, I’m really going on this trip,” Haru tells her as she’s shoving some hygiene products into her bag. “Why do you keep asking me?”
“The longest I’ve been without you is five hours,” Miwoo explains. “You’re going for three days—how am I going to cope?”
Haru snorts, “Mi—”
“No, seriously. What should I do?” Miwoo deadpans. “You’re, like, my anchor. What am I going to do?”
“It’s three days” Haru repeats to her as she places a comforting hand on Miwoo’s shoulder and gives her a warm smile. “You’ll be fine… plus, you can just call me if you want”
“Everyday?”
Haru gives her a look, “Don’t push it”
“Worth a shot” Miwoo grins before she shoots up from Haru’s bed, quickly excusing herself to retrieve something for her as she dashes out of the room. You snort at her behaviour, turning your head to look at Haru who seems a little uneasy and bothered, it makes you frown.
“Can you do me a favour?” Haru asks you before you can even get the chance to question what was wrong, but you nod anyway. “Keep an eye on Miwoo”
“I mean, I will, but,” You pause, brows pulling together. “Why?”
“She spoke to me last night about some stuff—well, she hinted towards some things about herself and about Jeno. How weird and lost she feels, how different things seem to be without having Jeno there in her life as a boyfriend” Haru explains to you quietly, keeping her voice low and glancing towards her bedroom door to make sure Miwoo wasn’t returning back yet. “Don’t get me wrong, Miwoo can be independent… but I think she also depended on Jeno a lot in some weird sense. I know that people called us the trio, but—”
“It was always Jeno and Miwoo” You finish and Haru nods with a gentle hum, confirming you were right. “I’ll keep an eye on her… I’ll try and talk to her too”
Haru laughs softly, “Good luck with that, Miwoo doesn’t open up easily”
“Found it~” Miwoo sings happily from the hallway as she comes bounding back into Haru’s room, holding something in her hand. 
You watch as she excitingly hands the box over to Haru who looks at it sceptical before unwrapping the pink ribbon from around the box, sliding the top off before slamming it back on with a shocked expression, eyes wide as she stares over at Miwoo who grins.
You’re curious to know what’s inside the box, fingers itching to reach out and see why Haru had caused such a reaction but before you could even get a chance to question it, Haru’s already reacting once again. 
“You’re crazy. You’re insane… how did you even find this?”
“I’ve very persuasive” Miwoo’s grin widens as she settles down on the bed beside you. “Surprisingly had a little help from Sunwoo too—He knew a few people and luckily I’m good at getting what I want”
“Miwoo…” Haru whines with a pout, dropping the box on the bed and launching herself at Miwoo who happily welcomes her with open arms, squeezing her tightly to her chest with a joyful giggle as Haru embraces her while muttering gibberish under her breath.
Feeling left out, you immediately reach for the box and take a peek inside, instantly making a noise of recognition as you see the sage green mesh dress that’s been sitting in Haru’s wishlist for a few months, knowing how badly Haru was wanting the pretty dress and even saving up for it alongside her savings for her weekend vacation away with Renjun. 
You immediately awe out loud, looking over at Miwoo who is beaming with happiness, wrapping her limbs awkwardly around Haru who tries to free herself this time, pinching Miwoo’s thighs in an attempt to force her to let her go and Miwoo’s reluctantly frees her when she squeezes a little too hard.
“I want to hit you for buying this but I also want to kiss you” Miwoo immediately puckers her lips as that confession but Haru places the palm over her hand over her face. “How did you have the money to buy this? Do you realise how expensive it is?”
“I told you. Sunwoo knows people and I’m good at getting what I want” Miwoo explains as she pushes Haru’s hand away. “But if you want the full details… We all know Sunwoo’s parents are rich so they’re involved with a lot of people. When I met up with him for a smoke, he told me that one of the girls he plugs for owns a family boutique. She owed him for the last ‘service’ so I asked if I could get the dress”
“I’m pretty sure this dress costs more than Sunwoo’s goods”
“I don’t know about that…” You pitch in this time, looking between Haru and Miwoo. “Sunwoo does sell some high quality shit. That’s why he’s so popular”
Miwoo clicks her fingers at you, “Exactly”
“When I come back from vacation, I hope you realise I’m paying you everything back”
“Shut up” Miwoo scoffs, shaking her head while gently glaring at Haru before her lips curl into a smile. “You can pay me back by never leaving me again” Haru gives her a blank look to which Miwoo shrugs her shoulders innocently, the smile dropping from her face. “No, I'm serious. I get separation anxiety”
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Standing in Sunwoo’s kitchen with him on your one side with Miwoo on the other wasn’t exactly in your plans for this party, nor was striking up a conversation with him as he sits upon the countertop while rolling a joint expertly between his fingers, selling them to people who strolled by and shoved money in his hands. 
You almost snorted when you first witnessed him alone, emoji stickers plastered across his face and glasses hanging off the bridge of his nose and you dared to ask why he was covered in such things, only prompting an actual laugh out of you when he said some girls stuck them on his face as a thank you gift for hosting a party. 
But you immediately stop laughing and stare at him unimpressed as he pulls a lips emoji sticker off his cheek to put it on your own, patting the area softly with a sluggish grin before peeling a devil emoji off his glasses and pressing it in the middle of Miwoo’s forehead, causing her to drunkenly grin as she pulls out her phone to take a picture of you three.
“You know,” Sunwoo begins as he rolls another joint, taking a quick glance at you. “As much as I love you hanging out with me right now, Eric is upstairs. He’s going to come find me soon and if you still want to ignore him, now’s your best chance to go find your friends”
“Thanks for the heads up” You tell him appreciatively, shocked that he’s even letting you know about Eric’s whereabouts. You look over at Miwoo, “I’m gonna go find Shotaro—”
“I think you should talk to him though”
Your head snaps towards him, and so does Miwoo’s.
“I’m not saying you should forgive him” Sunwoo adds as he studies your face. “I’m saying you’re going to end up spending the majority of your life trying to avoid him, making things harder and awkward for yourself. Just talk to him—tell him how he made you feel, hear whatever he has to say back, decide whether he deserves forgiveness or not and get your closure”
Closure. That word leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Seeing firsthand how Jaemin’s closure has worked out between him and Eunbin, how Eunbin has easily wormed her way back into his life as if nothing happened… you don’t want to go down that path, you refuse, especially with Eric. 
You can’t. 
“I’ll pass” You grab your drink and leave the kitchen, pushing your way through the crowd of sweaty bodies who grind upon each other, allowing the music to take over their rhythm. 
You decline when a girl from your class taps your arm to come join her and her little group, pointing to your cup to subtly tell her you want to finish your drink first and she nods, allowing you to slip by and continue on walking. 
Shotaro is the first person you see and a genuine smile spreads across your lips when you see him talking with Yeji in the far corner of the room, how his cheeks bloom a slight shade of red as her hand caresses the bruise on his face, courtesy of Hyunjin’s punch. 
(You even fight the urge to awe out loud when she leans over to kiss it.)
Not wanting to interrupt their moment, you venture out to find Donghyuck or Yangyang instead, maybe even Jeno if you’re lucky. But, much to your dismay, you can’t find them anywhere and you feel a little silly being left alone.
You’re starting to miss Haru and Renjun, maybe even Jaemin too. 
You exhale deeply and tug your phone out of your pocket as you make your way out to the backyard, eyeing the couples that kiss in the pool and others who cannonball in, three drunk guys sitting on the sidelines scoring them.
Sitting yourself down on an empty garden chair, you sip your beer as you scroll through your phone, hearting Haru and Renjun’s posts on Instagram as they posted that they finally arrived at their destination, leaving a small comment for them to have fun and stay safe to which she, and Renjun too (shockingly), replied back with heart emojis.
You continue to scroll mindlessly, liking other posts from mutuals and you snort when seeing an old post of Yangyang but you feel your chest tighten and your amusement drop when you see a recent post of Jaemin’s, thumb hovering over the heart button. 
‘Taken with my favourite polaroid’, the caption reads and you sigh softly, pressing your lips together. It’s the polaroid you bought him, the one he hasn’t stopped using since you gifted it to him. 
You’d be lying if you said that the caption didn’t affect you, leaving your heart warm and fuzzy. And you’re not sure what pushed you to do it but you tap the comment section of his post, seeing a few comments from his classmates and one that leaves a sour taste in your mouth.
Eunbin.  
She left a smiley face emoji under the photo, a comment that wasn’t liked apart from the others and you begin to wonder if you should comment to, just to test if he would like yours but you figured that would be too toxic and silly, deciding to just heart the photo and continue scrolling but you pause when a notification from Jaemin comes up on your phone the second you heart it, causing your brows to follow as you tap his message.
jaemin: are u at the party?
you: yeah
jaemin: are u drunk?
you: tipsy you: i’ll be fine
jaemin: typing… jaemin: typing… jaemin: typing…
You gnaw at the nail of your thumb, watching the three bubbles on the screen as you wonder what he’s about to say next.
jaemin: stay safe jaemin: i’ll come get u if u need me
Your bottom lip starts to quiver, heart rate increasing as your emotions get the best of you, wanting to spill some tears at a simple and kind message. You shut off your phone, shoving it into your pocket as you bring the beer bottle up to your lips to chug, tears brimming in your eyes and making your vision blurry.
You do need him. You hate to admit it, but you do need him. More than ever. You don’t want to lose him, you don’t want to stop seeing him because of Eunbin wanting a second chance. Maybe you deserve to be a little selfish once in a while
But it dawns on you that you don’t exactly know how Jaemin feels. 
The frustration soon starts to build inside you, realising how secretive and quiet Jaemin is about his feelings, how he doesn’t allow anyone to have a dip inside his head to know what he’s thinking of feeling in that given moment.
You hardly know anything about him, and that’s because he doesn’t let you. 
“There you are” A familiar voice coos from behind you and you peer your head over your shoulder to see Yangyang stumbling towards you, eyes red with a dumb grin and you laugh as he pulls a vacant garden chair beside you to sit down, knocking his shoulder against yours. “I’ve been looking for you”
“Sorry” You mutter, staring down at the almost empty beer bottle in your hands. “I needed fresh air”
“Me too, it was stuffy in there” Yangyang agrees as he mindlessly drums his fingers on his thighs, staring out at the others in the pool. “You missing Haru and Renjun?”
You exhale deeply, “Very”
“Same” He hums, pressing his lips together as he takes a quick glance at you. “Are you missing Jaemin?”
“Just feels different without everyone here” You say, not wanting to jump into full details about how you really are missing Jaemin even if you don’t want to admit it out loud. “I like it when we’re all together”
Yangyang nods slowly to agree with you and silence falls upon you both for a while, basking in each others presence as you watch the other partygoers, some still flinging themselves into the pool or dancing on the well kept grass to the music that plays loudly from the speakers. 
“You look pretty, by the way” Yangyang’s sudden compliment doesn’t surprise you, always have been used to this type of behaviour from him and you roll your eyes as you turn to face him, finally looking straight at him since he first arrived to sit with you and you notice the change in his features, how the grin he had falters into a frown. “Have you been crying?”
You scoff, feeling a little embarrassed. “No”
“Wow…” He gasps dramatically, reaching out to touch your face, his thumb wiping the tears that bubble in the corner of your eyes. “You’re pretty when you cry too? How the fuck is that fair? Hm?” His over the top acting has you struggling to keep your expression stoic. “I look ugly as fuck when I cry… What the hell?”
“Shut up” You crack, a laugh slipping past your lips as you swat his hand away. “Stop it”
“But you are,” Yangyang smiles, dropping his hand from your face to your lap, fingers skimming over your own. He nudges your shoulder gently, “I have this ugly picture of drunk Miwoo crying into a bowl of spaghetti if you want to see it? Surely that would make you feel better, right?”
“You’ve got to stop taking pictures of people drunk”
Yangyang shrugs his shoulders, “Blackmail. You all have photos of me too” He meets your eyes again, turning serious this time. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing—”
“Don’t lie to me” Yangyang cuts you off immediately and this time, he grabs your hand to lace your fingers in a comforting hold. “I know you too well, so don’t lie to me” He squeezes your hand gently. “Tell me”
And you do. You tell him everything.
Everything about Jaemin, everything about Eunbin—even everything about yourself and your feelings, and Yangyang listens to you so intently, concern and sadness written across his features as he nods along with your words.
Yangyang’s chest tightens as he listens to your problems, especially regarding Jaemin as he hears you admit how much you had fallen for him despite it being the number one rule. His heart breaks seeing how sad you are, how the tears threaten to spill again and he wishes he could help make you feel better, to see that smile on your face that he loves so much. 
Love. That word makes him feel a little sick, his stomach swirling uncomfortably at the new and unusual feeling. He’s never loved anyone romantically before, that’s all new and foreign to him. He never expected himself to ever fall in love with someone, especially with how comfortable he is with hook-up culture and how normal is it for him.
Love is scary. It leaves his palms sweaty and he grimaces whenever there’s something romantic happening between him and someone else, which is why he always sets boundaries, boundaries that are not meant to be crossed.
But yet, when it comes to you, maybe love to Yangyang doesn’t sound so bad.
“There’s something I want to tell you…” Yangyang interrupts you, voice soft and timid. Once you look at him, you notice that he’s staring at the ground, refusing to meet your gaze as his fingers timidly place with your own. “It’s important. It’s been on my mind for a while and I… I just need to get it off my chest”
“Okay” You say, nodding your head with a smile despite the anxiety that buzzes through your veins at his unusualness. “What is it?”
“I…” Yangyang suddenly pauses, staring straight at you as you stare back at him, waiting for him to speak. He wants to do it, to tell you everything that he’s been feeling, to finally get it out into the open and be free of all the thoughts inside of his head.
Yangyang has always been honest with his feelings—blunt and straight to the point. He doesn’t beat around the bush when being completely real with someone, so why is he hesitating when he comes to you?
He stares at you a little longer, noticing how red your ears are, how your makeup is slightly smudged from crying, how swollen and bitten your lips are from trying to conceal yourself from any more tears and sadness.
His shoulders sag slightly, exhaling through his nose in defeat as he grips your hand in his own. “I’m proud of you, I always have been. You’re strong and I admire that about you, and I just—” He feels his eyes burn, tears threatening to appear but he holds back with a harsh swallow. “I promise that everything will work out in the end. You’ll be happy… you deserve to be happy. Don’t let anyone, including Eunbin, ruin that for you”
Whatever you were expecting Yangyang to tell you, it definitely wasn’t that. You can’t help but stare at him in shock, taking in his words with a warmth in your chest. You feel emotional and you bite back the urge to make another fool out of yourself by crying but you’re aware of the tears that are already forming in your eyes.
“That was pretty cheesy of you” You joke, unable to hide your smile as a tear drips down your cheek. Yangyang laughs lightly and squeezes your hand once again, using his other hand to wipe the tear away and he caresses your cheek softly, and that’s when you notice the pain in his eyes.
“I love you” He whispers to you so gently that you barely hear him. “You’re my best friend, and I love you”
“I love you too” You repeat back, swatting his hands away so you could lean forwards to embrace him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his arms slide around your waist, holding you tightly to his chest with his fingers clutching the back of your dress, not wanting to let you go just yet as the tears freely spill down his cheeks, completely unbeknownst to you.
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Jaemin lets out a soft grunt as he raises his arms above his head, bones cracking from the hunched over position he had held for so long over his computer, eager to finish a few photos that were left untouched in his folder, using at as an excuse to get his mind off of everything that was going on. 
He keeps glancing over at his phone, wondering if you would take him up on his offer to help you if you need it, but his mood defleats more and more when it buzzes and your name doesn’t show up on the screen. 
It’s Eunbin’s name that does, asking him if he went to Sunwoo’s party and if he would like to hang out if he didn’t go, wondering if they wanted to go for beers somewhere else or even get a bite to eat.
He ignored every single one, he wasn’t in the mood to do anything but work on his photos and he sure as hell wasn’t in the mood to be around drunk people, apart from you. 
Jaemin sighs as he reaches for his phone, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip as he opens up your chat to see that you’ve left him on read, his fingers tapping anxiously against the sides of his phone.
He wonders if you’ll take him up on his offer if you need someone to come get you and he contemplates on sending another text just to let you know that he was serious about coming to get you if needed, or texting to see if you were still tipsy or getting sober. 
But he decides against it when his phone pings again with another notification from Eunbin and he locks his phone, throwing it back on the desk as he runs his fingers through his hair with a frustrated sigh, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he stares at the computer screen.
Jaemin returns back to his work without another thought, wanting to focus on his main priority of getting this photo done until he hears the front door slam downstairs and his fingers hover above his mouse, listening intently to the sound of someone cursing under their breath as they trip and stumble up the staircase, heading towards the bedrooms. 
He believes it’s Jeno at first, knowing how he likes to go straight up to his room after indulging himself in a few beers and shots, and fall asleep to wake up early in the morning and workout the hangover away. 
But he’s surprised when the door to his own bedroom is forced open to see Yangyang standing in the hallway, swaying side to side slightly with a beer bottle in hand. He leans against the door frame to take a sip of the concoction, eyeing Jaemin who stares back unamused.
“What have you done?” Yangyang suddenly asks him and Jaemin is slightly taken back by the question, but he doesn’t show it, opting to just glare at him and he takes note of how glossy his eyes are. It makes Jaemin’s brows furrow when he realises he must’ve been crying and Jaemin bites back the urge to ask him what’s wrong. “I said, what have you done?”
“What are you talking about?” Jaemin mutters with a roll of his eyes, turning his attention back to his computer as he shakes his head. “Get out of my room if you’re going to talk about something stupid. I don’t want to hear it—”
Jaemin’s cut off by Yangyang’s dry chuckle, making him sound a little crazy. “She’s upset, you know. The last time I saw her that upset was when the Eric bullshit happened… So, what have you done?”
Jaemin’s chest tightens at the thought of you being upset, but he can’t help but frown in annoyance as he looks back at Yangyang. “What makes you think I did something wrong? She’s the one that’s been actively ignoring me this entire time, I’ve tried to get her attention and she leaves. I call her, she ignores me. I message her and she either leaves me on read or gives me blunt replies. I’m trying, Yang”
“So you think you did nothing wrong?”
“No, I just—fuck—I don’t know what I—” Jaemin’s words die down in the back of his throat when he notices Yangyang staggering towards him, feeling slightly uncomfortable and intimidated with the way he’s being looked at by him. 
Never in his years of knowing Yangyang would he think he would come across as intimidating, or scary for that matter, but with Yangyang standing in front of Jaemin with his face a little too close for his liking, Jaemin has never been so uncomfortable and nervous around Yangyang in his life.
Yangyang’s hazy eyes dance over Jaemin’s face, a halfhearted laugh slipping past his lips, the stench of alcohol and weed hitting Jaemin’s nose which makes him grimace. Yangyang’s eyes swirl with anger, sadness and regret, but it doesn’t stop him from slowly raising his hand to pet Jaemin’s blonde head of hair, not even sympathetically, Yangyang was hurting him a little with his rough touch.
“Talk to Eunbin” Yangyang tells him, dropping his hand from his head to grab his phone and shove it into Jaemin’s hands. 
Jaemin’s eyes narrow in on Yangyang, “What?”
“Talk to your ex-girlfriend and ask her about the conversation she had with Y/N” Yangyang knows he shouldn’t have said what he said, having promised you that he wouldn’t tell Jaemin about what happened between Eunbin and you. But he couldn’t stand back and continue watching you get hurt anymore, not when he cares about you so much. “Maybe it’ll finally knock some fucking sense into your head”
Jaemin watches wordlessly as Yangyang leaves his room, slamming the door shut behind himself as he disappears into his own room and Jaemin’s attention drops to the phone in his hands, brows pulled together in confusion at Yangyang’s demands. 
But surprisingly, it doesn’t stop him from unlocking his phone to bring up Eunbin and his chat, ignoring the multiple messages she had left behind as his thumbs tap the screen, tongue prodding at his inner cheek as he presses sent.
jaemin: i want to talk to u 
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“Hi” Eunbin greets him with a pretty smile the next morning, gesturing to the empty seat opposite her in the Dreamies Café and Jaemin slumps down in the seat, staring across the table at Eunbin blankly. “I’m sorry about last night. I completely drank too much and sent a whole bunch of embarrassing messages to you, and then I passed out. I’m really sorry”
He wasn’t exactly thrilled about having to wait an entire night to talk to Eunbin due to the previous conversation he had with Yangyang, how questions repeatedly circled in his head and how he was desperate for answers.
It seemed that your unusual actions were because of the conversation you had with Eunbin, as he tried to ask you before in the classroom, and last night it dawned on him after his brief encounter with Yangyang how serious it must’ve been.
Jaemin just wants to get to the bottom of this.
“I bought you an iced americano, by the way” Eunbin speaks up once again, sliding the plastic cup over the table towards him with another smile. “Extra shot, just how you like it”
“Thanks” He says as his fingers curl around the cup, not in the mood to drink as his other hand fiddles with the green straw, swirling the ice around the drink. 
“So,” She leans her elbows on the table, eyes sparkling. “What did you want to talk to me about?”
“Your conversation with Y/N at your welcoming party” Jaemin immediately answers and Eunbin’s face drops. He eyes her for a few seconds, watching how she uncomfortably shifts in her seat as she sits up straight. “What was it about?”
“Jaemin, I—”
“Don’t lie” His sharp tone surprises Eunbin. “I can’t handle being lied to right now”
“We were just talking about me,” Eunbin says softly as she fiddles with the rings that decorate her fingers, twisting the ring that should belong to him on her middle finger. He glances down at it, the pretty black gemstone taunting him and he snaps his attention back to her. “We talked about me in New York, how stupid I was for doing what I did and leaving you behind”
Jaemin fights the urge to roll his eyes, “Anything else?”
“We talked about you—your friends with benefits situation” That seems to grab Jaemin’s interest and he perks up, leaning on the table to listen closely. “I asked her what was really going on between you both and she told me the truth”
“She did?” He questions, his voice quiet this time, almost like a whisper. “What did she say?”
“That you two are just fucking”
Jaemin doesn’t know why, but his heart crumbles and a pain settles in his chest at that, throat tightening and feeling heavy, making it hard for him to swallow. He’s unable to form words or even process a thought, struggling to solve what he’s actually feeling right now.
His lips press together tightly, leaning back in his chair as he looks out of the window, trying to steady his breathing as it seems to get faster and heavier, knowing that he’s about to panic.
“Jaemin?” Eunbin calls out his name softly to grab his attention and he gives a short hum, letting her know that he’s listening. “Do you like her?”
“It doesn’t matter” He’s quick to say, this time grabbing his drink and taking a sip so he doesn’t have to talk anymore.
Eunbin watches him carefully and the guilt eats her away, a frown making its way onto her face and she realises exactly what’s going on. A wave of sadness consumes her, but it doesn’t overpower the absolute regret she’s feeling and she lets out a shaky breath, “Jaemin, this is my fault”
His eyes immediately dart towards her as he pulls the straw from between his lips, “What do you mean?”
“When I asked her about your situation, she didn’t give me an answer straight away… She only gave me an answer after explaining why I came back home and when I asked her to do something for me,” Eunbin begins, nervously staring down at her hands to avoid Jaemin’s deep gaze. “I told her I wanted a second chance with you and I asked her if she could stop being friends with benefits to see if I can get that second chance…”
Jaemin sits in silence.
“I wanted to show you how much I’ve changed and how much you mean to me” Eunbin explains as she reaches over to grab Jaemin’s hand, gripping his fingers tightly. “Even after everything that happened between us, I still cared for you—still loved you. I wasn’t ready to give that up. I wanted to be selfish and you know first hand that I’m the type of person that will fight for what I want, and I want you… Can you blame me for that?”
Eunbin’s honesty baffles Jaemin to the core, his eyes widening at her every word and he listens to her excuses. She has tears in her eyes, filled with desperation and forgiveness but Jaemin doesn’t see himself giving her what she wants, not with the pent up rage and frustration that fills him.
It had been her after all this time. Eunbin was the one that had been pulling you away from him, making demanding requests as it seems. It makes him feel sick to his stomach, knowing that all your sadness had been not only because of him, but because of Eunbin too.
Jaemin knows deep down that he hasn’t been the most innocent or helpful in this situation. He was the one that allowed Eunbin back into his life, allowing her the possibility of friendship just to keep the peace with himself. But he hurt you in the process. He hurt the one person he cares about the most.
“Jaemin?” Eunbin calls out his name once more, feeling uneasy with how he hasn’t said a word since she confessed. “Please say something”
“You…” Jaemin finally speaks up, tone a little too calm for Eunbin’s liking and she watches with wary eyes, nervously biting down on her bottom lip as the tears threaten to fall. Jaemin dryly chuckles with a shake of his head, his tongue prodding at his cheek in pure anger. “You are pathetic”
Eunbin stills, “Wh—”
“I told you. The second you showed up at my door after your trip, I told you how badly you screwed me over. I told you how shitty you made me feel,” He pauses, a laugh of disbelief slipping past his lips as he smiles. “And you think I would still give you a second chance?”
“Everyone deserves a second chance—”
“But I didn’t want to give it to you” Jaemin cuts her off, causing Eunbin to blink at him in surprise. “I spent months trying to move on from you and I was scared it wasn’t going to work, but when you came home that day and you visited me, I realised how I already did. I felt shocked seeing you, obviously, I didn’t expect you to come home. But there wasn’t a slightest part of me that was still in love with you, willing to give you another chance… it was gone”
Eunbin sucks in a deep breath, “Then what about us hanging out together after it? Did that mean nothing?”
“I was willing to give you a friendship for my selfish reasons,” Jaemin nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders. “I hate drama, especially when I’m in the middle of it. I try to avoid it as much as possible and I thought I was keeping the peace by giving you a chance for friendship… but I realised now how my selfish ways actually hurt everyone else I care about in the process. My friends don’t like you, they’re angry at you, angry at what you did and I put a weight on their shoulders in having you around all because I wanted myself to feel fine”
It’s Eunbin’s turn to be silent now, looking across the table at Jaemin in disbelief at his words.
“I got my closure with you, Eunbin. I shouldn’t have kept you around after that” Jaemin admits and suddenly, it feels like a weight has been lifted off of Jaemin’s chest and he can finally breathe, air flowing freely through his lungs. 
He smiles to himself—a real smile, the most genuine one he’s given in the past few days and then he laughs, another real sound rumbling from his chest as he peaks with happiness, staring over at Eunbin with a beam as she stares back at him with sadness and guilt. 
“Thank you, Eunbin” Jaemin suddenly thanks her and she looks at him confused, watching as he stands up from the table. “Thank you for helping me come to my senses”
“Wait, where are you going?” She asks him, abruptly standing up from her own chair, causing it to scrape against the ground and customers stare over at the table in curiosity. 
Jaemin smiles again, shoving his hands inside his pockets. “I’m gonna go make things right”
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“I miss Haru” Miwoo pouts over breakfast, stabbing her fork into her plate of scrambled eggs as she scrolls through Instagram on her phone, her pouting quickly disappearing and replaced with a look of awe as she angles the screen towards her. “She looks so pretty”
“The one she posted last night was pretty too” You add with a smile, staring at the photo. “I’m glad she’s having fun. She deserved the break”
“I wish she shoved me in her suitcase” Miwoo mumbles, pulling the phone back from you. “I would love to be anywhere but here right now”
“You and me both” You can’t help but mutter, spooning your cereal and bringing it up to your mouth for a bite, chewing softly before swallowing. ��Are you okay? I mean, generally, are you okay?”
“I’m fine” She hums with a simple nod. “I think I’m fine”
“You think?”
Miwoo frowns this time, seemingly worried. “Am I not supposed to feel fine or something?”
“No, no, it’s not that” You shake your head, giving her a reassuring smile. “It’s just that I was talking to Haru before she left and she mentioned that you said some things to her, about you and Jeno” The realisation seems to hit her as her eyes widen slightly and you’re quick to reassure her once again. “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it, but I just want you to know that I’m here to listen to you and if you want to talk about anything, then—”
“I’m not fine” Miwoo cuts you off, voice vulnerable and honest which immediately surprises you, but you hide your shock as you nod your head slowly, wanting her to continue at her own pace. “Physically, I’m fine… but mentally, I’m not and I don’t like the feeling”
You dare to ask, “Is it about Jeno?”
“Kind of, yeah” She nods, refusing to meet your gaze as she plays with her breakfast. “I don’t know if it’s because it's my first but breakups are hard… and, as much as I don’t want to admit it, I’m struggling without Jeno. I don’t want to be with him anymore, because I know it’s not good for the both of us. It’s unhealthy, our relationship… but I feel so lost without him. I don’t really know what to do with myself”
“Miwoo…” You frown, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and she sighs, reaching up to grab your hand to hold it tightly in her grasp. You squeeze her hand, allowing her to have her moment as you both sit in silence, watching her facial expressions.
“He was my person. And even though we fought and bickered sometimes, the happy moments completely outweigh it. Jeno made me happy and now I just feel miserable” Miwoo sighs softly, chewing down on her bottom lip. “I miss being with him in a way where we joked around a lot, how we teased each other and just hung out… excluding the sex”
 “Maybe you should talk to him?” You suggest, causing her to snap her attention towards you. “He’s still your friend, Miwoo. You’re both still in the group. You haven’t lost him since you broke up… he’s still there, he’ll always be there for you”
Miwoo pulls a face, “But he doesn’t talk to me that much”
“You don’t talk to him that much either. Communication is key”
Miwoo shifts in her chair to face you as she deadpans, “Funny how you give great advice but you can’t take it yourself”
“Hey” You point your fork warningly at her. “Stop turning everything on me”
“Just saying” Miwoo giggles, gently pushing your fork away from her as she sighs. “We’re a couple of girls who struggle to communicate… kinda love that for us”
“You’re insane” You snort, dropping your fork to grab your coffee and take a sip, humming at the taste. “I still think you should talk to him”
“I’ll talk to him if you talk to Jaemin” Miwoo grins at you. “I think it’s a pretty decent deal, don’t you?”
“No”
Miwoo groans as you stand up from the kitchen table, offering to clean up the dishes since she was the one that made breakfast. You hear her mumbling to herself behind you but you pay no mind, filling the sink with hot soapy water to wash the dishes and utensils, allowing yourself to think over her deal.
You would like to talk to Jaemin, somewhat. It could solve a lot of your problems, finally being able to put your real feelings towards him and lay everything out on the table. But it’s the fear of rejection that sits heavy in the back of your mind that stops you from doing anything of the sort. 
So, breaking everything off with Jaemin does seem like the right thing to do, even if it leaves you miserable. 
It doesn’t take you long to finish washing the dishes, drying your hands on a paper towel and excusing yourself to go to your room but you pause midway when you hear a knock on the door, peering your head over your shoulder at Miwoo as she announces that she’ll go see who it is. 
You nod, but you remain still, watching as Miwoo’s figure stands at the door and looks through the peephole and the sound she makes causes you to give her a confused expression, feeling even more confused and curious when she slowly turns around with a knowing smirk on her face.
“It’s for you”
“For me?”
“Yep” She nods with a grin, pulling her phone out of her sweatpants pocket. “I think I’m going to have that talk with Jeno now”
It takes you a moment to realise what she means, your face dropping as it dawns on you, “Miwoo…”
“You got this” Miwoo reassures you as she walks on over, wrapping you up in a warm and comforting hug but your arms lay limp at your sides, unsure of what to do. “Just be honest, okay? Don’t hold back and don’t do anything stupid… communication is key, remember?”
“I can’t believe you’re using my own words against me” You mumble under your breath in disbelief and Miwoo laughs loudly, pressing her lips against your cheek in a sloppy kiss before releasing you, making her way back to the front door and yanking it open.
From her previous statement, you knew Jaemin was standing on the other side. But seeing his face in person, seeing him just a few metres in front of you, your heart thumps wildly in your chest and your palms become sweaty. 
Miwoo’s greeting towards Jaemin is brief, a quick ‘hello’ with a hard look as she leaves the apartment, but not before turning around before Jaemin’s back and giving you a thumbs up, something you force yourself to bite back a curse at as you watch her disappear, leaving you and Jaemin alone for the first time in awhile. 
“Can I come in?” He’s the first to break the silence, asking you in such a hopeful tone that it makes your throat tighten in panic, feeling like you’re going to be sick as your head starts to swirl so fast you’re afraid you’re going to get dizzy and faint. Jaemin takes a hesitant step forward as he sees the difference in your expression, “Are you—”
“What do you want?” You force yourself to ask, swallowing the lump in your throat and breathing steadily through your nose. You didn’t mean to sound so rude towards him and you regret it the second you see his face drop. “Just—what are you doing here?”
“I want to talk to you” He says, eyes roaming your face with his brows furrowing. “We need to talk, face to face”
You straighten your back, “What is there to talk about?”
The corner of Jaemin’s lips twitch up subtly, “I think you know what we need to talk about”
You mentally pick a fight with yourself as you nod and tell him to come in, watching as he steps inside the apartment and closes the door behind himself. You bring him over to the living room but neither of you sit, continuing to eye each other to see who cracks first and you feel the annoyance bubbling in your veins, biting down on your inner cheek as you cross your arms over your chest. 
Unfortunately, it’s you who breaks first. 
“Why did you start this friends with benefits situation with me in the first place?” You find yourself asking first, tone slightly harsh and Jaemin blinks at you in surprise, not expecting that to be the first thing you’d ask. You stand your ground this time. “Why, Jaemin?”
His eyes lock on yours. He makes you feel small. You hate it. “You know why”
You let out a dry laugh, “Do I?”
Jaemin shakes his head, “This isn’t what I wanted us to talk about—”
“I want to talk about it” Your finger pokes at your chest. “I want to know. I need to know”
“We started this friends with benefits situation because we missed sex. We told each other at the beginning of it all that we missed sex but didn’t want a relationship to come with it. That’s all it was, you know that” The serious tone Jaemin uses makes you feel sick once again and you couldn’t even bear to look at him, instead finding interest in something in the corner of the room, teeth biting harder down on your cheek to stop the emotions from letting loose. Jaemin’s shoulders sag as he sighs, “Can you please just look at me?”
“I don’t want to” You know you sound childish, especially with how your voice sounds and your stubbornness, but you didn’t really want to look at him, not when you’re on the verge of tears.
Jaemin exhales deeply and you hear him drag his feet across the floorboards, heading straight towards you and you take a step back but Jaemin’s too quick, already standing in front of you with his cold hands coming up to cup your face, forcing you to look at him. 
“I—”
“I refuse to believe it, you know” You blurt suddenly, eyes brimming with tears that burn. “I just—I can’t believe it. Not after everything we’ve practically been through together. You believe that this was just sex? That the months we spent together, we were just two friends having sex? To fill that empty void?”
“Wait, I—”
“Do you realise that you were the one that broke the rules we had first? The rules that were supposed to keep us grounded? To not let us stray down that path of feelings? You broke two of those rules in the first week we got into this and now you’re here? Telling me that sex was all it was?”
“Baby, you’re not—”
You cut him off immediately. “Enough with that fucking name”
“Y/N—”
“You left me confused, Jaemin” You’re refusing to let him talk now but you can’t help it, your emotions and your feelings getting the complete best of you. You can’t stop yourself. “I loved what we had, it was fun, but you left me so confused. You would do things and you would say things that can be interpreted into something completely different. Then the exclusive shit happened and even though it was something I agreed to, it shouldn’t have happened. We went too far”
Jaemin’s hands slowly drop from your face as a frown slips across his, “Do you regret becoming exclusive with me?”
“Sometimes” You admit, causing him to frown deeper and you notice the look of hurt that flashes in his eyes. “This type of situation always gets messy if ‘official’ or ‘exclusive’ titles are added to it. That’s why people set boundaries, rules. But they were constantly being broken by the littlest of things you did… But don’t worry, it was me who ended up being the biggest fool out of the two of us, right?”
“What do you mean?”
You laugh half-heartedly, shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter if you broke the first two rules, Jaemin. I was the idiot that broke the biggest one of all”
Jaemin stares at you now, eyes wide as he repeats with a whisper, “What do you mean?”
“Rule number three, genius” You snort out a laugh. You’re aware of how much of a lunatic you must look right now, laughing with tears sliding down your cheeks, but you can’t bring yourself to care as the emotions you’ve been trying to conceal come slipping through the cracks. “Rule number three was no feelings involved… No. Falling. In. Love”
Jaemin’s unable to gather the right words to vocalise how he’s feeling, opting to just continue staring at you which makes you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. 
The weight of the subtle confession has been lifted off of your chest, but with how he’s staring at you silently is making you feel worse. You don’t know if you want the ground to swallow you whole or if you want to kick Jaemin out of your apartment, to shut the door in his face and forget everything that just happened, but you know that’s not going to happen. 
So, you decide to keep going. To bite the bullet. To tell him everything.
“I’ve always had some sort of feeling towards you, but I realised I fell for you when Eunbin came back. How jealous and uneasy I felt when she was around or if you were with her. I tried to make excuses for it, but every kiss you gave me—every touch—I realised that I was far too fucking deep and some stupid part of me believed for the smallest moment, you might’ve felt the same way… but nothing changed. Nothing was said. You were still acting as you always did… closed off and unreadable”
Jaemin hangs his head low in shame. He knows well enough he’s closed off and unreadable, having become the type of person that hides his emotions and feelings towards anything and everything. He feels shame for hurting you with it all, not realising the effect it could leave on you and he sighs, an apology resting on the tip of his tongue and he goes to give it to you, but you start talking again.
“Truthfully, I don’t know anything about you” You tell him, rubbing the tears off of your cheeks. “You constantly have these walls built up around you and you refuse to let anyone in… Not only that, but you refuse to show anyone your feelings. Yet again, it leaves me fucking confused. You confused me and I can’t stand not knowing anything about you, your feelings, your—”
“I appreciate the things I love” Jaemin cuts you off suddenly, causing the words to die down at the back of your throat as you stare at him in surprise. “I appreciate my family for everything they have given me. I appreciate my friends for making memories I’ll never forget. I appreciate my camera for capturing the prettiest pictures for me to see whenever I feel sad. I appreciate sunsets because the colours are warm and comforting. I appreciate coffee because it gets me through the day when I’m exhausted. I appreciate the quietness because sometimes it eases me and allows me to think clearly”
You notice how Jaemin’s breathing gets heavier and you take a cautious step forward, eyeing him as he seems like he’s starting to panic. “Jaemin…”
“And I fucking appreciate you” 
You freeze. You can’t move. You can’t breathe. 
The words repeat in your head, the meaning of it all, the rawness in his tone. You’ve heard it before, he’s said it to you twice already but you never knew the actual meaning behind it and now, standing in front of him, hearing him say that appreciates the things he loves, it makes your heart thump.
“I’m sorry” Jaemin whispers to you quietly. “I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for not being honest and real with my feelings. It scares me, it has since everything with Eunbin—but I’m at fault too, I can’t put the entire blame on her. I hold myself back and I do things for selfish reasons… but I can’t keep doing that. It hurts people around me when I do and most importantly, it hurts you. I can’t handle hurting you. You mean too much to me”
He takes a few steps forward to stand close in front of you, reaching for your hands and caressing them in his own, thumbs smoothing over your knuckles before holding them in his grasp.
“Eunbin told me everything earlier, about what she asked you to do at the party” Your brows raise in shock at that, not expecting Eunbin to be the one that confesses first. “I don’t like Eunbin. I’d never give her a second chance, ever. You’re the only person that matters to me, so… don’t give up on me yet. Don’t let me go”
You can’t help but give him a teary smile, laughing softly as you squeeze his hands, the warmth in your chest spreading, “You still want to continue as exclusive fuck buddies?”
“God, no” Jaemin laughs at that, noticing your teasing tone before he smiles gently at you. “I want to be your boyfriend”
“My boyfriend?” You grow shy, feeling a little flustered and Jaemin’s grin widens at your reaction, leaning forwards to press a soft kiss to your forehead, trailing his lips down to your cheeks and placing a few kisses there. He reaches your nose next, leaving another soft kiss on the tip before his lips brush over your own.
“I’m ready to be your boyfriend if you’re ready to have one” He whispers against your lips and you nod, wanting to close the gap between you both but Jaemin leans back slightly, shaking his head. “Ask me first. I want to hear you say it”
“Will you be my boyfriend?”
“Yeah” Jaemin grins happily with a nod, letting go of your hands to cup your cheeks. “Yeah, I’ll be your boyfriend”
He presses his lips to yours gently and you kiss back almost instantly, lips moving slowly against one another as you melt in his touch, your own hands coming up to rest on the nape of his neck, threading his hair through your fingers.
The kiss turns feverish in seconds, a clash of tongue and teeth, a little nibbling and groping, and you break the contact to let out a surprised yelp when Jaemin bends down to grip the back of your thighs, hoisting you up in the air and you wrap your legs around his hips so you don’t fall.
He laughs, face muffled in your chest as he blindly carries you to your bedroom, a trip he knows awfully too well that he doesn’t make any mistakes or falls even when he’s unable to see the view. 
He closes your bedroom door behind himself with a simple kick of his foot before he drops you on the bed, his own body falling above yours and you laugh as he huffs, shuffling his way between your thighs with a grin. 
You expected him to kiss you again, to leave you breathless and wanting him but you’re surprised when Jaemin does nothing but caress your face softly, stroking your cheek and tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb.
He’s smiling so gently at you that it makes your heart flutter, the look in his eyes causing you to shy away and look elsewhere but your attention is soon back on him when he whispers your name, leaning down to finally reconnect your lips and you immediately reciprocate, pouring all of your affection and want into the kiss as you lips move against his while your hands fist at his shirt. 
Jaemin’s the first to take off his shirt and you follow shortly behind, pulling it over your head and dropping it mindlessly to the floor as Jaemin attaches his lips to your bare chest, leaving light, feathery kisses over your skin and you arch your back with a gasp, watching as he trails over your breast and down your stomach.
His touch is so oddly loving and caring it feels a little foreign, but your chest warms at the thought of him taking his time with you, cherishing this moment and drinking in every part of you. 
Jaemin hooks his fingers beneath your sleep shorts and pulls them down your legs along with your panties, and you squirm at the cold air that hits, knees knocking against his side but he pays no mind, deciding to lay on his stomach between your legs.
The sight of him staring at you from his position makes you feel shy, but the arousal builds up inside of you and you lift your hips to coax him into touching you, tasting you and you clench around nothing when he leans in, expecting to feel his lips or even tongue but you whine when you feel him press open mouth kisses across your inner thighs. 
“Are you doing this on purpose?” You dare to ask, leaning up on your elbows to look down at him.
He smiles, eyebrow twitching suggestively. “Just taking my time with you, baby”
Without warning, you feel his tongue slowly lap over your slit and you gasp, falling back against the bed as the tip wiggles between your folds before flicking over your clit, causing your hands to fly down to his hair and grip at the roots to ground yourself.
Jaemin seems to be enjoying the moment, moaning in your pussy and he messily slurps you up, sucking on your clit with the right amount of suction that has your body feeling electrified, a cry falling past your lips at the pleasure that swirls in the pit of your tummy.
You start roll your hips against his face, tightening your hold on his hair and Jaemin groans, the vibration on your pussy inching you closer and closer to your orgasm, and Jaemin takes it upon himself to hook one hand under your knee to push it up at an angle that helps him burying himself further in between your legs, mouthing at all the right places.
“Fuck” You curse loudly with a moan, unable to control your sounds as your orgasm builds up faster, the band in your tummy tonighting as your pussy clenches around the tip of his tongue that dips inside of you, the pressure and pleasure becoming too much for you to handle that the band snaps as you cum on his tongue.
“Good girl” Jaemin praises you softly, lapping you up eagerly as he helps ride out your orgasm, grinning as he feels your thighs tremble. 
You struggle to catch your breath, dry panting as you arch your hips away from his mouth and Jaemin’s chest rumbles with a laugh, letting go of your thigh as it drops limply to the bed as he crawls up your body to kiss your lips.
You taste yourself on his tongue and you moan, returning the kiss and sucking on his tongue to which he responds by rutting his hips into yours, confined cock pressing against your inner thigh.
“Take them off” You whisper into the kiss, hands grabbing at his jeans. “Please...take them off”
“Okay” Jaemin hums, tongue intertwining with yours as his own hands reach down to pop the buttons on his jeans, awkwardly shoving them down his legs along with his boxer briefs before kicking them off to the side.
You dip your hand down between your bodies to wrap your fingers around his cock, causing him to groan between the kiss as you pump him leisurely, feeling intoxicated with the way he pants against your lips, mouth agape as his breathing gets heavier and heavier with each tug of your hand.
You guide him to your entrance, coating his cock with your arousal as you slide the tip through your folds and Jaemin deeply exhales, pressing his lips together and he cranes his head down to see you position his cock and you awaiting hole, and he pushes his hips forwards, breaching your entrance. 
A strangled moan leaves your lips, having nothing of that significant size been up there in a while and Jaemin coos softly, taking your hand in his own to give it a gentle, reassuring squeeze as you both watch where you’re connected.
He sinks into you deeper as he kisses you, rolling his hips to thrust slowly, allowing your legs to wind around his waist and he brings your interlocked hands above your head, pushing them into the pillow as he gets comfortable above you.
This kiss is needy and affectionate, and each fluid roll of his hips has you seeing stars behind your closed lids, unable to control the sounds that leave your lips and Jaemin’s the same, cursing and grunting every time he bottoms out inside and you squeeze around him in return. 
Your grip on his hand tightens as your stomach knots, breaking the kiss to allow yourself to breathe when you begin to struggle for oxygen, staring up at him in bliss and he’s smiling down back at you, eyes dazed and lids fluttering with every roll of his hips.
But he buries his face into the crevice of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on your skin as the pace of his thrusts start to quicken, the wet noises of your pussy sucking in his cock fills the room along with your shameless noises of pleasure, and your free hand reaches up to grab the back of his head, threading your fingers through the roots as you nip at his shoulders.
“I’m gonna cum” You pant heavily as you feel yourself tinkering towards your second orgasm of the night.
“Me too, baby” He mumbles, groaning as your walls clamp around his cock. “Fuck, me too”
Your hand tightens around his as you reach your climax, whining as your legs tremble around his hips as the knot in your stomach loosens, cumming all over his cock. The feeling of your walls gripping him like a vice triggers his own climax and he’s moaning into your neck, releasing with long spurts that paint your insides and you gasp at the feeling of him filling you up, the warmth spreading. 
He stays above you for quite some time, basking in each other's presence and collecting your breath, staring at one another with giddy smiles which causes you both to laugh.
You love being with him like this, holding him in your embrace and seeing the happiness written across his face, the love and adoration that swirls in his eyes when he looks down at you and even though it makes you feel shy, you can’t help but get addicted to it. It’s something you want to see all the time. He looks so beautiful. 
“Hey…” You say softly and Jaemin hums to let you know you’ve got his attention, leaning into your palm when you rest it on his cheek. “I appreciate you”
His eyes widen a little at your words, but the smile gets bigger on his lips and he turns his head to the side to gently kiss your palm before looking back at you, honesty and tenderness within his tone as he says back, “I appreciate you too”
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➤𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘.
“YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!” Miwoo screams as Donghyuck takes her by the arms and Yangyang by her legs as they both carry her towards the shore, threatening to throw her into the sea for her teasing jokes towards them both, neither of them backing down as they step into the water.
You laugh as you watch the scene play out, bringing the bottle up to your lips to take a sip as you rest back into Jaemin’s chest who sits behind you, his arms winding around your waist and kissing your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder, watching the trio along with you.
Haru and Renjun sit on the beach blanket beside you both, his arm thrown around her shoulder and she resting into his side, mindlessly playing with his fingers as they speak quietly to themselves about something you can’t make out.
Jeno and Shotaro are sat on the other end of the beach blanket, the former getting up to join in with the trio while the latter stays seated, capturing pictures of the chaotic moment while laughing loudly, causing you and the others to laugh along.
The foursome arrive back to the group and Miwoo flops down beside Haru, grinning happily as the others take a seat too and she grabs her beer, raising it up in the air.
“I’d like to make a very dramatic speech and if none of you are crying by the end of it, I will drown you in the sea”
“Oh here we go” Renjun groans, but the smile on his face shows how much he’s teasing. 
“I just want to say that I’m proud of us. We’ve come a long way since the beginning and I’m happy we’re still here together… I don’t think I would’ve been able to become the person I am today without you guys by my side”
Donghyuck starts to playfully fake gag and Miwoo huffs, throwing her middle finger up at him and he begins to smile, returning her insult with some heart hands. 
“She’s right,” Shotaro agrees, raising his own bottle and Miwoo grins. “I get happy being with you guys. I wouldn’t want it any other way”
“Shotaro” Donghyuck coos as he reaches out to pinch Shotaro’s cheeks and Yangyang throws himself at him, the pair tumbling back into the sand as they laugh. 
“Also,” Miwoo starts up again, looking over at you this time. “I want to congratulate you on signing up for the writers trip you’ve been holding off for so long. You deserve to explore and write about all the places you see”
“Stop…” You chuckle, a little embarrassed under the attention and you feel Jaemin’s chest vibrate behind you as he laughs, pulling you closer to him and intertwining your hands, soothing his thumb over your knuckle. “I’m excited to go, but I’m sad to be leaving you guys”
“You’re acting like you’ll be gone forever” Yangyang says as he nudges your leg with a smile. “You’re only going for a few months”
“I know” You sigh, “I just know I’ll miss you guys”
“We also need to congratulate Haru and Renjun for taking the next step” Jeno announces as he looks at the pair. “Congratulations on moving in together”
“Finally away from you idiots” Renjun teases as he takes a sip of his drink and Haru shoulders him softly with a laugh. “Thanks, Jen”
Shotaro turns to Miwoo worryingly, “Are you going to be okay living on your own for a while?”
“Of course!” Miwoo smiles. “Y/N’s only going to be gone for a few months and I need to learn how to be independent, rely on myself for a little while”
“You know, if you need anything, you got us” Donghyuck speaks this time with a serious tone to Miwoo and she nods. 
“You always got us” Jeno chimes in this time, smiling over at Miwoo who smiles back happily and knocks her beer bottle against Jeno’s who lifts his up for a cheers and your heart warms at the two.
“The sun is setting, can I take a picture of us all together?” Jaemin asks as he points to his polaroid camera that sits on top of his backpack and the group eagerly agrees, standing up quickly and moving to stand in front of the sunset.
You and Jaemin both rise from the ground and you go to stand beside Miwoo as Jaemin sets up his polaroid to take the picture and you take this moment to appreciate everything that is going on around you, how the happy smiles on everyone's faces warms your heart.
Who would’ve thought that this was the way things would turn out after everything began? It baffles you, really. 
If someone told you a few months ago you’d be in a position where you’re happily with Jaemin as your boyfriend, surrounded by a strong friendship group and an upcoming writers trip, you would’ve possibly laughed, calling them stupid and unrealistic… Yet here you are, living out this moment.
You laugh to yourself, shaking your head as you lean into Jaemin as he comes to stand beside you, winding his arm around your waist and pressing his lips to your temple lovingly as he whispers to you those three words.
You’re unable to stop the grin that spreads across your cheeks.
You guess it’s just The Way Life Goes. 
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A.N| and that's the final of twlg. this had, undoubtedly, been such a wild rollercoaster to make. this fic has brought me a mixture off all different emotions going between happiness and anger, but it's over. and bro. i'm emotional. thank you for all the support you have given this series, it's been incredible, i'll never forget it.
i appreciate you♡
©mrkis
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nct dream's reaction to you saying 'i feel so ugly right now'
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word count: 1.9k
warnings: mentions of insecurities, period and period cramps
notes: hi loveys! here’s my first post in 2024!!! i know it’s been a long time since i uploaded something and i’m so sorry about that :( but i really hope you guys like this little something~ i’ll try to post at least once a month this year, i’m currently finishing up my last semester in uni so if time allows it, i’ll post more after i graduate! hehe, in the meantime, take care everyone! sending all my love to you <3
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𔘓 Mark:
The two of you were preparing to head out for dinner but you were taking longer than usual to get ready. “Babe? Don’t mean to rush you, but we have to leave soon to make it for our reservation,” Mark tells you as he leans against the doorframe of your shared toilet. You huff out in frustration, before muttering a quick, “Just give me a minute.” Mark takes in the mess in the toilet and the deep frown on your face and cautiously asks, “Hey…everything okay?” You drop the make-up brush on the counter and let your shoulders sag in defeat. You stare at Mark through the mirror and let out a weak, “I feel so ugly.” You see Mark’s face morph into one of immediate confusion, his eyes widened slightly as he opens his mouth to protest. “What? You are not ugly… babe, come on.” Mark comes up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. “But I feel ugly… nothing looks good on me. I just feel like I look so bad.” “Stop it. You are so beautiful, look at you!” Mark almost exclaims as he nods towards the mirror. You sigh as you lean against him, eyeing at the two of you through the mirror. “I don’t know…” you said, sighing. You feel Mark squeeze you tighter as he leans his head against yours gently. “Well, I think you’re so pretty… like all the time… but if you’re not feeling it today, we don’t have to go out, we can stay home and do whatever you want.” You shake your head, “Just give me a few minutes, I’ll be right out.” “You sure?” You gave him an assuring nod before he placed a quick kiss on the side of your head. “My pretty girl,” Mark mutters as he takes one last look at you, before he leaves to wait for you in the living room.
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𔘓 Renjun:
“I feel so ugly right now,” you mumble beside Renjun on the bed. You’re lying down with your back facing your boyfriend, already sulking because of your period cramps and now the overwhelming feeling of insecurities that returns during your period has caught up to you. You made that comment more to yourself than anything but Renjun heard it anyway. “Love, you are not ugly…” “Okay, but I feel really ugly right now,” you tell him as you turn around in bed to face him. He puts down his ipad filled with sketches to brush your hair away from your face, running his fingers gently through your hair. “I’m sorry you’re feeling like that, but I can assure you that you look so beautiful right now…” Renjun tells you with sincerity in his voice, his eyes filled with adoration as he keeps running his fingers through your hair, lightly massaging your scalp. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” “I don’t know, but a nap sounds really good right now.” “Should we cuddle and nap together then?” Renjun asks as he begins shifting down from his sitting position so he could hold you in his arms. “Sounds perfect,” you tell him as you snuggle closer to him.
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𔘓 Jeno:
It’s the first time Jeno is staying over at your place. And it’s probably the first time he’s going to see you barefaced. It’s not that you look too different without makeup, at least you don’t think so. But for some reason, after removing your makeup and changing into your pyjamas, you hesitate to leave the toilet and join Jeno, who’s in the living room waiting for you. When you finally do, you’re covering your face slightly and trying not to face him directly. Jeno eyes you as you come to sit awkwardly beside him on the sofa. “Why are you hiding your face?” Jeno says as he chuckles. “I don’t have makeup on…” “And?” Jeno says as he sits up to face you, but you turn your face away from him. “And I feel like I look ugly right now.” “You’re crazy…let me see,” Jeno mumbles as he reaches out to pull your hands gently away from your face. “Nooo…” You try to resist against Jeno but you are no match against his strength. As your hands fall from your face, you close your eyes shut and look down. Jeno uses his fingers to tilt your face up as you slowly open your eyes, only to meet his. He scans your face, like he’s trying to memorise every feature. “You’re still so pretty, though?” You break eye contact as you feel blood rushing to your face, there’s no way you’re not blushing after that. Jeno only smiles at your reaction, his eyes crinkling into his signature eye smile. “You’re just too cute,” he mutters as he leans forward to plant a kiss on your cheek.
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𔘓 Haechan:
“Hello? Babe, are you there?” Haechan’s face flashes from your screen. He has his glasses on and he’s running his fingers through his hair to keep it away from his eyes. “Hi baby, yea, I’m here.” “Why isn’t your camera on?” “I don’t want to turn it on,” you tell him. A frown finds its way to his face as he blurts out a “What? Why?” “Just don’t want to…” Haechan clicks his teeth, “Come on baby, I miss you… wanna see you.” You sigh, before mumbling out, “I look ugly today…” Haechan’s eyes widen as he lets out a dramatic gasp, which causes you to frown even though he can’t see it. “No way?! Prove it, let me see!” “Tsk, shut up!” “No, seriously, I’ve never seen you ugly in my life so I have to see it at least once. Come on, show me your ugly face~” Haechan has a cheeky grin on his face as you finally turn your camera on but he doesn’t say anything. “See… I told you.” “There’s that pretty face… Sorry to burst your bubble baby, but you’re not ugly,” Haechan tells you teasingly. You can’t help but sigh, “I feel ugly though…” “Did something happen?” Haechan gets serious as he senses that you’ve probably been feeling like crap all day, plus he feels bad for not being able to be there to comfort you. You shake your head, “Just one of those days, I guess.” “I’m sorry you feel this way baby, wish I was there with you.” “Yea, me too.” You sigh as you lie down on your bed. “If it makes you feel better, I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Haechan tells you, his voice is deeper since it's late into the night and it makes you more flustered than you can imagine. But you try to deflect that by saying, “Wow, I can’t believe you even dare to look at other girls.” “No, never. You’re the only one, that’s why you’re the most beautiful.” “Oh, shut up!”
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𔘓 Jaemin:
“Look here, honey!” Jaemin tells you as he holds out his phone camera towards you. From across the table, you cover your face slightly, shaking your head to indicate you don’t want him to take a picture of you right now. “Just take pictures of the food instead for today, Jaem,” you tell him, gently pushing his phone. Jaemin whines out a quiet “why~” as a small pout forms on his lips. “I just feel kinda ugly today,” you tell him quietly, looking down at your plate as your insecurities about your appearance overwhelms you. “Why would you say that? You’re the prettiest girl here,” Jaemin tells you and he reaches over to hold your hand in his, soothing you as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. “Of course you would say that, you’re my boyfriend…” “I’m only telling you that because it’s the truth, princess.” You look up at him and can’t help but smile, “There’s that pretty smile.” “Stop it, you’re being so corny right now,” you say as your smile only grows wider. “I know, and you love it," Jaemin tells you cheekily as he wiggles his brows at you. You can't help but laugh at his expression before two begin digging into your food.
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𔘓 Chenle:
This is the fourth outfit you’re putting on and it still doesn’t look right. Your hair is flat and the top you have on just doesn’t fit you like it used to. “Chenle, how about this one?” You ask as you turn away from the full-length mirror in your shared bedroom to your boyfriend on the bed. His eyes shot up from his phone for a mere second before he blurts out a “This is nice too.” You sigh in frustration, “You’re not helping.” Chenle puts his phone down, “But I mean it? They all look nice on you. What was wrong with the previous ones anyway?” “They all looked weird.” “No they don’t?” “Yes, they do.” “Baby, you look fine… let’s just get going already.” “You don’t get it, I- Nothing fits right, and I just feel so ugly right now.” You feel so silly for acting like this. At your big age, you’re standing in front of your boyfriend with tears of frustration in your eyes because you can’t find an outfit you feel good in. Chenle immediately gets up to close the distance between you two. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he tells you as he notices the tears in your eyes. You let out a groan as you quickly wipe your tears away before they have a chance to escape. You really hate feeling this way. “Look, I really mean it when I said you look nice, okay? You always look beautiful to me.” “Really?” Chenle replies by nodding aggressively. “But I still don’t like this outfit,” you tell him as you stare at yourself in the mirror. “It’s okay, let’s put a new outfit together then. Here, I’ll help,” Chenle says as he gently drags you into your walk-in closet by your hand.
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𔘓 Jisung:
The two of you are on a date and found a spot to take pretty pictures. After taking a couple of pictures together, Jisung offers to take some solo shots for you. You stand and pose while Jisung tries to take photos from flattering angles. “There, I think I got a few good ones. You look so pretty,” Jisung tells you as he hands you your phone to review the pictures. Unlike Jisung, you didn’t really like how you look. Your lack of reaction causes Jisung to question, “What’s wrong, baby?” “Nothing, I don’t know… I just feel like I look so ugly today.” Jisung shakes his head aggressively as a pout begins to form on his lip, “You’re not! It’s my fault, I’ll try to take them again.” “No, your angles are fine. It’s just me…” Jisung gazes at you as you continue to frown at the pictures on your phone. He grabs your phone, causing you to look at him. “You know you’re really not ugly, right? Stop looking at those pictures… just stand here and look pretty for me! I’ll just take a few more!” Jisung says as he takes several steps back, bending his knees and tilting his head to get the best angles. You can’t help but chuckle at the strange contortion Jisung is in and as you smile, Jisung hypes you up, “That’s it! That’s it, you’re looking so pretty right now!” It’s safe to say you like these new set of pictures better, Jisung does too, which is why he uploaded the one of you laughing at him on his instagram story, with the song: Can’t Take My Eyes Off You
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