chenle. “am i interrupting?” he is, in fact, and he couldn’t care less. he also doesn’t care that you’re giving him a look that’s somewhere between confused and angry, because the guy ends up backing off. maybe that means you both feel the same way about it. going out? no way. commitment wasn’t his thing and you knew it—maybe that’s why you were so eager to say yes to that loser. if you were talking about dating, chenle could take you on dates, but you didn’t want that, so don’t even dream of doing it with others, when the right thing is to do it only with him.

renjun. “she’s not interested.” he makes the guy leave before you have a say about it, and now he think he’s a douchebag. what if he did the wrong thing? suddenly he feels sick. of course he knew the whole thing was bound to end badly, because he’s the type to get swept up in fleeting feelings; he just wanted to at least have a chance, even if you were just using him. suddenly he feels the need to undo what he’s done because he knows you’re not gonna choose him. but why you end up laughing and then holding his hand, guiding him somewhere where you two can kiss?

jaemin. not a word about it except for the frightening vibe he gives off. even answering feels hard, and you end up stammering that you’ll think about it. jaemin won’t let you do that, of course. his plan is to get that idea out of your head by kissing you so hard that you forget you even thought it. still, it feels a little disheartening to think that you might have said yes. if he hadn’t been there, would you have agreed? if you hadn’t looked at him first, would you have said yes? damn, he must be falling for you, then.

﹙ぉ﹚renjun.

FACE SITTING⎯ he lives for the weight of you, the warmth and wetness of your pussy smothering his face. nothing compares to the feeling of your thighs trembling against his cheeks, your scent filling his lungs as he devours you. and when you hover, hesitant, he growls in frustration. “sit,” he demands, pulling you down with strong hands. “don’t hold back. ride me like you mean it.” the pleasure of being used by you leaves him drunk with desire.

BREAST PLAY⎯ your breasts are his sanctuary — soft, perfect, utterly addictive. he could spend hours touching, squeezing, and tasting. but when you tease him — dragging your breasts over the sensitive tip of his cock — it drives him to madness. his resolve crumbles as he cums hard and fast, groaning your name while his release paints your skin. the sight of you covered in him? pure heaven.

THIGH JOB⎯ when the need overtakes him, he doesn’t wait. you could be cooking or working — it doesn’t matter. he slips between your thighs, cock slick with precum as he thrusts desperately. “don’t move,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded, gripping your hips. the squeeze of your thighs, the soft praise you whisper into his ear, your fingers running through his hair — it all pushes him to the edge. he cums hard, trembling as your words echo in his mind: “my good boy.”

CUM PLAY⎯ despite his usual preference for clean, controlled passion, the sight of his cum mixed with your sweat-covered skin awakens something primal. he smears it across your chest, your stomach — his breath hitching as he admires his handiwork. sometimes, he captures the moment with a discreet photo, though he’ll never admit how much he treasures them. tasting you both, however? that’s no secret.

MUTUAL MASTURBATION⎯ it’s a shared race to the finish line. his fingers pump inside you, matching the rhythm of your hand wrapped around him. the room fills with ragged moans, the heat between you spiraling out of control. the thrill of cumming together — trembling, overstimulated, desperate — is intoxicating. he’ll keep going until you’re both wrecked, craving every last second of shared ecstasy.

﹙ぉ﹚jeno.

SIZE KINK⎯ the contrast between his sheer strength and your smaller frame drives him wild. nothing makes his cock harder than the sight of you fitting so perfectly in his arms, so easy to toss around. he loves keeping you perched on his lap — whether you’re simply relaxing or grinding against him for relief. but his favorite is standing sex. lifting you effortlessly, holding you up as he pounds into you, flexing just to feel the way your body melts, dripping with want.

BELLY BULGE KINK⎯ every inch of him stretches you to your limit. no matter how often you’ve taken him, you always need time to adjust. his large hands tease and prepare you with agonizing patience — long fingers stroking your insides, his tongue working you open until you’re shaking. and then, finally, he slides inside, filling you so deeply that the bulge in your tummy becomes his undoing. the sight of it makes his eyes darken and his hips snap harder, spilling deep inside with each thrust.

MORNING SEX⎯ he lives for waking up to you. the heat of your body wrapped around him, the way your lips close around his cock — it’s his idea of heaven. sleepy hands grip your hips as you ride him, your warmth pulling him into a blissful haze. mornings without your touch feel incomplete; he claims it’s the only way to guarantee a good day, and his slow, lazy thrusts show just how sweet he plans to make yours.

BREEDING KINK⎯ he daydreams of you pregnant far more than he’d admit. his eyes linger on your stomach during sex — not just because of the bulge from his cock but from imagining it round and full with his baby. every thrust is deliberate, a silent promise of filling you with more. and when you moan daddy, it’s over. his hips lose rhythm, his control snaps, and he’s fucking you with abandon, all purpose and no restraint.

OVERSTIMULATION⎯ he can’t stop. you’re so soft, so wet, so intoxicating that he keeps pushing, even after you’ve come. his fingers curl inside you, coaxing more pleasure from your trembling body. your cries make him harder, his breath ragged as he feels your walls flutter around him. when you coat his hand in your release, he’s a mess — groaning, needy, tasting you like a man possessed, determined to have every drop again and again.

﹙ぉ﹚haechan.

MARKING⎯ he wears your marks with pride, turning every mirror into a shrine of your love. hickeys, scratches, and bite marks — they all make his heart race. he traces each with a grin, and when they start to fade, he’s immediately begging for more. “claim me,” he whispers, desperate for your touch. nothing makes him happier than knowing he’s yours — his body, your canvas.

DEGRADING⎯ “you’re pathetic,” you sneer, and he shivers. he’s a slut — your slut — and he needs to be reminded. he loves the sting of your words, the humiliation of your hands slapping his face or his cock. when he’s whining for mercy, tears pricking his eyes, he’s in bliss. he doesn’t want you to be gentle. he wants you to use him, ruin him, leave him begging for more.

DIRTY TALK⎯ his tongue is wicked — sharp, teasing, utterly filthy. he knows how to make you melt with just a few words. before it starts, he whispers sweet nothings, luring you in. then comes the switch: vivid, lewd promises of what he’ll do — bouncing you on his cock until you’re babbling nonsense, stuffing your pretty mouth full while your cunt clenches around him. his hand snakes up your thigh, fingers pressing, pinching, pulling until your head falls back, his words turning into pure sin.

CUM PLAY⎯ he’s obsessed with the mess — your slick on his skin, his seed marking you from head to toe. when jealousy burns, it’s worse. he covers every inch of your body, smearing it into your skin, reminding himself — and you — who you belong to. he doesn’t need proof, but he craves it. “look at you,” he murmurs, voice dripping with possession, as his cum drips down your thighs.

FACE SITTING⎯ he’s addicted to your pussy. it doesn’t matter where, it doesn’t matter when — he needs you on his face. hovering is not an option. “don’t hold back,” he growls. “fucking sit.” he dives in like a man starved, tongue relentless, hands gripping your thighs as he pulls you down harder. your arousal coats his face, and he loves it. the wetter, the better. suffocate him. ruin him. just don’t dare deny him.

﹙ぉ﹚jaemin.

DOLLIFICATION⎯ he loves turning you into his perfect little doll. hands gentle but deliberate as he styles your hair, fastens delicate accessories, and selects the softest, most seductive lingerie. he even adds a touch of blush to your cheeks, taking his time to admire his work — a masterpiece of prettiness before the chaos. but by the end? you’re a beautiful mess. smeared lipstick stains his chest, mascara streaks your cheeks, and your innocence is completely ruined. that’s his favorite part: breaking his delicate doll after crafting her to perfection.

BREEDING KINK⎯ jaemin’s love for the idea of being a father isn’t just a fantasy — it’s an obsession. the moment you tossed the condoms and stopped the pills, it unlocked a new level of hunger in him. every thrust is purposeful, every orgasm focused on filling you with his seed. he watches with dark, hungry eyes as his cum drips from your swollen cunt, mesmerized as he pushes it back inside, determined to keep you full. “how will you get pregnant if it keeps slipping out, baby?” he groans, already fucking you again.

DUMBIFICATION⎯ the way you go blank for him — eyes glassy, mouth parted, words reduced to babbled nonsense — makes him smirk with pride. his cock turns you into a perfect, pliant mess, your mind too far gone to form thoughts. he murmurs depraved things, cooing softly as drool trickles from the corner of your mouth. “my sweet, dumb girl,” he praises, kissing you as you fall apart, fully lost in him.

MANHANDLING⎯ you’re too delicate to handle yourself — at least, that’s how jaemin sees it. shifting positions? not your job. that’s what he’s here for. he lifts, twists, and bends you exactly how he wants, effortlessly maneuvering your pliant body. you love it, and so does he. you’re his to move, to control, to mold — and he takes full advantage, whispering how weak and perfect you are as he fills you to the brim.

RECORDING⎯ a camera roll full of you, his greatest treasure. every arch of your back, every moan, every needy cry — he’s captured them all. each orgasm is immortalized, every sex tape carefully curated for his private viewing. he replays them when he’s away, hand gripping his cock, desperate to relive every moment. “smile for me, baby,” he grins, phone in hand, knowing exactly how pretty you look when you’re cumming just for him.

CORRUPTION KINK⎯ he’s the reason you know how to touch, how to kiss, how to suck — and he loves it. teaching you was the greatest thrill of his life, and the thought of corrupting you over and over again still makes his blood rush. “you don’t know how, do you?” he teases, eyes dark. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll teach you.”

﹙ぉ﹚chenle.

DADDY KINK⎯ the soft, breathy way you call him daddy wrecks him completely. the sweet innocence in your voice, the way you cling to him like he’s your last salvation — it feeds his ego and his darkest desires. he knows he’s the one ruining you, yet you say it like he’s your savior. and deep down, the idea of really being a father someday only makes it hotter.

BREEDING KINK⎯ chenle is determined to make you his — completely, irrevocably his. every time he fills you up, he dreams of the day you’ll carry his baby. he’s long since discarded the condoms, and you’ve caught him more than once browsing baby products online. when he’s fucking you, his mind is already decorating the nursery. “we’ll need another,” he murmurs, thrusting deeper. “one won’t be enough if they don’t look like you.”

DIRTY TALK⎯ the sound of your honeyed whispers — the filth you pour into his ear while your hands roam his body — it makes him dizzy. your need, your shameless craving for him, leaves him breathless. you cling to him, desperate and feral, telling him exactly what you want. his voice grows rough, words tumbling from his lips as he promises to ruin you, to give you everything.

DEGRADING⎯ you’re his princess — his perfect, precious girl. but sometimes, you push too far, teasing him until his control snaps. in those moments, you’re no longer his sweet love — you’re his slut. his to punish, to take, to wreck. “you’re mine,” he growls, voice sharp as his hand marks your skin.

EXHIBITIONISM⎯ possessiveness burns hot in his veins. your pretty moans are for his ears alone, your body belongs to his eyes only. but sometimes, proving that you’re his requires an audience. if someone watches, hears, knows exactly who owns you? he makes sure it’s unforgettable — pounding into you, marking you with every thrust, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind.

﹙ぉ﹚jisung.

SIZE KINK⎯ he didn’t know how much it would turn him on until he saw the way his hands dwarf yours. you’re so small, so soft, and he’s so big. your tiny fingers barely wrap around his cock, your body stretches perfectly beneath him, and your mouth struggles to take him. it’s intoxicating — the contrast, the vulnerability, the way you whimper when he fills you to the hilt.

BELLY BULGE KINK⎯ “look at that,” he whispers, pride swelling as he presses his palm against the outline of his cock in your tummy. he pushes gently, relishing the way your body reacts, eyes rolling back as pressure intensifies the stretch. he drags it out, slow thrusts keeping you full as you beg for more, too wrecked to think of anything but how deeply he’s buried inside you.

ICE PLAY⎯ the moment ice touches your heated skin, your shiver sends a thrill straight to his core. you gasp, squirm, and cling to him, vulnerable and exposed, and he lives for it. the contrast between the cold and your warm body drives him wild — a game of sensation that leaves you trembling and begging for his touch.

DRY HUMPING⎯ he’s addicted to how desperate you get, grinding against him like you can’t help yourself. he watches, smirking, as you ride his thigh or rut against his lap, chasing pleasure even through layers of fabric. public places are his favorite — subtle thrusts, barely restrained moans, your panties damp as he whispers how pathetic and needy you are.

SEXTING⎯ the first time made him blush so hard he could barely breathe. now? he’s a master of it. teasing you through the phone, describing every filthy thing he wants to do, sending pictures that make you squirm. it’s become a game, a wicked build-up to the nights when you’re finally together, messy and breathless from all the waiting.

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obviously, mark's constantly busy. if he's not in the studio, then he's in the library. regardless, he makes sure to always make time for you. if he doesn't have time to go on a proper date, he'd include you in his day instead. like, if he's doing an assignment then he'll come over to yours. you'd be watching tv and he'd rest his legs on your lap as he types away... just so you can feel that he's there!

mark also loves movie marathons. he makes it like a twice a month kinda thing, and he's lowkey serious about it. he'd set up a nice atmosphere — makes sure that it's the right temperature, and prepares the coziest pillows, with the nicest snacks.

it's cute how if you try to kiss him during the movie, he'll push away and go "babe, this part's interesting!" this loser omg... ends up giving in anyway and you end up making out LOL

also he rambles so much, like seriously. tells you about his day a lot. watch out for random voice notes of him rambling about something happened. it's like you're his diary or something.

HUANG RENJUN:

passionate art student forreal. always seen in the art studio, laser-focused on a canvas or a sculpture. always turns in his assignments in time, the kind of student people silently admire because of how passionate he can be.

sometimes makes you the subject of his artworks. whether it be the landscape of a place you love, or a portrait of you — you're renjun's muse. makes you pose for him for hours and sneaks you kisses every now and then just to keep you motivated. he doesn't do this all the time but it's often enough that his classmates know you lol.

the kind of boyfriend to give random, thoughtful gifts. sometimes it's cute handicraft things like a sun-catcher, sometimes it's a bookmark with a painting of your favourite scenery on it.

big on quality time! your dates doesn't even need to be fancy, renjun's content with a simple lunch at a hotpot restaurant. just wants to spend some time with you <3

he plans a lot of your dates. this might be an unpopular opinion but he's quite the romantic. he'll find a free weekend and plan out a proper date. starts with picking you up, then brings you to a picnic spot you've never even heard about. prepares literally all the food and the activities you'll do (of course he'll make you pose for a sketch again), takes about a gazillion pictures of you. and then for dinner he'll take you to a restaurant and then go on a walk along a river before he finally takes you home.

and it's not over when he takes you home... of course he'll make you a little supper and help you take off your make up before tucking you in. he's just so sweet.

LEE JENO:

jeno is an architecture major. busy 24/7, but always makes time for you. always stressed but you can never really tell because he tries to be calm around you, always wants to be someone you can lean on.

study dates all the time!  always working on some kind of project so study dates occur often. sometimes he'd be building a mock-up on the floor and he'll let you lay on his lap and help him here and there… maybe glue some trees… but he always includes you in things just to spend time with you. 

midnight drives every time things get overwhelming. he likes driving you in the city at midnight, enjoying how the streets are empty and the skyscrapers glimmer with light. drives one-handed with his free hand on your thigh. shows you all his favourite buildings and shares a little lore behind them. 

has a tendency to ramble without noticing, but only when there's just the two of you. he would share some things he learned during class while walking out of campus with you, hand in hand. also has a habit of puckering his lips when talking and it's the most endearing thing ever. 

in a frat only because mark and jaemin somehow dragged him into it. obviously attends the parties (only because they're the hosts) but prefers to sit on the couch with you. 

not the biggest on pda, but he'll happily walk around the campus with you. doesn't post on social media much either but every now and then he'll post a random photo on you. 

LEE HAECHAN:

perhaps this is a hot take but i think he would be a public relations major LOL. it would suit him!!! the major focuses mainly on practical work and he likes that. excels in the course because he has that natural aura that makes people want to listen to him every time he presents.

might i also add that he's the kind to bring a single pen and notebook to lectures and borrows the other shit from people...

speaking on presentations, he makes you give him a ‘good luck kiss’ every time he has one. “if you don't kiss me and i fail, that would be on you.” and when he gets complimented on his presentation he texts you “i told you the kiss is important.”

goes to a lot of parties and is a social butterfly. he's also straight-forward (and lowkey unashamed…) met you for the first time at a 127 frat party and tells you straight-up that he's into you. he's got no time to be shy! catches you sitting alone by the pool, approaches you and asks for your number. he can't hide the grin on his face when you type in your number. 

every time you're at a party and you're playing a party game like spin the bottle he chants "please let it be yn please please please" as if you're not already together??

whiny. like seriously whiny. 

the kind of boyfriend to say “ugh you're so clingy,” but he's literally clingier than you are. memorized your schedule and would wait for your classes to finish. his class ended at 11 but here he is waiting until 2 just to eat with you. stands outside the lecture hall with your favourite drink saying, “aren't i the best boyfriend ever?”

haechan's class outfits are simple. a sweater, a pair of jeans, and sneakers. he likes to keep it simple but he'll happily surrender himself to you when you want to style him. stays still and patiently poses for pictures just because he knows it makes you happy. 

very proud to have you! mentions you anytime he can, the kind of boyfriend to consistently say “oh my girlfriend told me…” “oh my girlfriend has that too…” okay dude we get it, you've got a girlfriend.

leaves cute little post-it notes around your dorm! especially during days when he knows you're stressed. you'll find them on your fridge, on your mirror — consisting of silly sketches and words like “i love you!!!!”

you're the most hated couple in the campus because of the pda… like oh my god you’re together we get it — chill haechan you can get your hand off their waist now thank you. 

NA JAEMIN:

medicine major! jaemin's particularly interested in plastic surgery because he thinks it's so cool that you can reconstruct faces. he's also good at convincing people so he'd do good in this field.

jaemin's really good at planning dates. he often does the planning for your dates, from what date, what time, to the venue. and the date ideas are quite creative, he would do things like pottery, to picnics, etc. he'd pick you up in the morning, waiting by your door with flowers. smiles so wide upon seeing you, twirling you around telling you how pretty you look. brings you for pottery and it's so fun!! makes you a mug and paints it our favourite colour, does some cheesy shit like carving your initials under the mug too. 

changes your pet name every 5 days. name a term of endearment, he's probably called you that. ranges from basic things like “babe,” “baby,” to some real weird shit like “sugarplum,” or “honey poo.” today it's “pumpkin…” next week, who knows? sets your contact name to something ridiculous like “sugarplum honey poo poo pie.” when you ask why, he'll tell you, “because even seeing the name will make me laugh and it'll lift my mood even more to talk to you and our conversations will be more meaningful.” okay smooth.

jaemin would go to your classes for fun. he'll sit in during lectures, scribbles some of the notes just for fun. if you share any class with him, he'd invite you to play tic-tac-toe on his ipad. he definitely has an ipad but only uses it to play games btw. and if you want to skip class he'll go to your class and sign the attendance for you. he's got you dw!!!

actions of service is one of his love languages. on days where it's too tiring to do anything, he'll drop by your dorm, cook your comfort food and help out with your chores. by the time you wake from your nap, he's done your laundry, washed the dishes, and is now laying beside you, with heart-shaped pancakes left on your table. 

ZHONG CHENLE:

sports science major of course. probably has a basketball scholarship. and he makes you come to every games, even got a custom jersey for you made. your lucky number along with 'zhong' in the back. he gets so hyped whenever he sees you in a crowd.

chenle practically lives in your dorm. you don't remember but it just happened. he just comes over so often that it's come to a point where he would go even when you're not around — you would come home from class and see him lounging on your bed eating a bag of your chips. he says it's because he likes being surrounded by your smell but you have a hunch it's because your pantry is always filled T_T

on the occasion where he actually leaves your dorm for his (which is rare,) he would leave his hoodies around which smells so much like him. it's definitely a ploy to get you wearing them because he thinks you look so cute with them on.

loves cooking together with you. sometimes it's something as simple as tomato eggs, but he just loves doing it with you. lets you sit on the counter and steals kisses from you as he cooks.

so gossipy it's crazy. he's the honorary boyfriend allowed during girls' nights because he's got all the tea. curls up beside you, massaging your arm as he tells everybody about what he heard from haechan's girlfriend or something. if you know something and you need a continuation to the drama... give him 3-5 business days and he'll find out.

yes you are his partner but chenle absolutely refuses to lose any game. nope. so competitive, he's serious as he stares at the screen and clicks on the controller. tells you he let you win if he loses LOL.

PARK JISUNG:

performing arts major!! and you bet he's not letting you miss out on a show ever or he’ll sulk with you so bad… one time you overslept and missed his performance and it took you an entire day to comfort him. (hint: you have to compliment him so much that he physically cannot take it anymore and he's turning all red and all he could do is smile stupidly.)

jisung's like an emo loser but he's not actually emo, he just looks like it. with his red hair and his glasses, he really looks like a loser. especially because he's always minding his business quietly with earphones on. little does everyone know (except you) he's probably blasting one direction. most emo music he listens to is probably mcr. 

he likes to take the bus to campus with you. he'll walk to the bus stop by your dorm, ride the bus together with you and his favourite thing is to share earphones. has an exclusive playlist (updated weekly) for your bus rides. 

chronic reel sender! you’ll wake up and see about fifteen reels sent to you…even sends them when he's bored in class. also sends “this is us” memes.

always treasures your gifts. you gave him a jacket once and he’s posted a picture with it like five times… and he only has seven posts…

makes excuses just to not end your dates!!! a simple lunch date could extend to a midnight walk by the han river with him. he simply refuses to send you back home. suddenly he’s craving for ice cream, suddenly he thinks you need to get a breath of fresh air together. almost always ends with you spending the night. 

still so shy despite having been together for a while. just linking fingers with you in public has him sheepishly smiling. so cute.

｡ﾟ･ 𖥸──-ˋˏ Mark ˊ-──𖥸 ｡ﾟ･

｡ﾟ･ 𖥸──-ˋˏ Renjun ˊ-──𖥸 ｡ﾟ･

｡ﾟ･ 𖥸──-ˋˏ Jeno ˊ-──𖥸 ｡ﾟ･

｡ﾟ･ 𖥸──-ˋˏ Haechan ˊ-──𖥸 ｡ﾟ･

｡ﾟ･ 𖥸──-ˋˏ Jaemin ˊ-──𖥸 ｡ﾟ･

｡ﾟ･ 𖥸──-ˋˏ Chenle ˊ-──𖥸 ｡ﾟ･

｡ﾟ･ 𖥸──-ˋˏ Jisung ˊ-──𖥸 ｡ﾟ･

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nothing serious. just catching up, laughing at some dumb story about a failed blind date your friend had gone on last weekend. your giggles came easy, light and unbothered, the kind that filled the room without trying too hard. renjun rarely got jealous. he trusted you, trusted the steady thing you two had built over the past year of dating like regular people—coffee runs, late-night walks, him teaching you simple mandarin phrases while you helped him practice korean recipes. he wasn’t the type to make scenes or overthink small stuff.  

but tonight something shifted.  

he glanced over his shoulder, knife pausing mid-chop as another soft laugh left your lips. his brows raised just a fraction, dark eyes narrowing slightly in that calm, observant way of his. not angry. just... curious. a little pointed. he set the knife down, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and turned fully toward you. the apartment smelled like garlic and sesame oil, warm and familiar.  

“who’s that?” he asked, voice even, almost casual. no edge, just straightforward like he was asking about the weather.  

you pulled the phone away for a second, covering the mic with your palm, still smiling. “just ji-eun. she’s telling me about this guy who showed up to dinner in pajamas. it’s hilarious.” you let out another small laugh, waving it off like it was nothing, and went back to the call. “sorry, go on—”  

renjun didn’t push. he turned back to the stove, stirring the pan with a wooden spoon, but the air between you felt a touch heavier now. not dramatic. just there. he tasted the sauce, adjusted the heat, moved with the same quiet efficiency. five minutes passed. your conversation wrapped up naturally, goodbyes exchanged, phone set face-down on the table.  

you stood up, stretching, ready to help set the table. “smells good. need me to grab plates?”  

he didn’t answer right away. instead he lowered the flame, turned to face you again. that same raised-brow look lingered, softer now but still present. “you were giggling a lot,” he said simply, tone calm, almost conversational. his mandarin accent curled lightly around the korean words, the way it always did when he was relaxed. “sounded fun.”  

you laughed it off again, stepping closer to loop your arms around his waist from behind as he faced the counter. “it was. nothing serious. you know how she gets with her stories.” your chin rested against his shoulder, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne mixed with dinner. “jealous?” you teased lightly, expecting the usual brush-off. renjun wasn’t possessive like that.  

he let out a short breath, almost a chuckle, but didn’t deny it outright. his hand covered yours on his stomach for a moment, warm and steady. then he turned in your hold, facing you properly. at 171cm he wasn’t towering, but the way he looked at you now—close, direct—made the space feel smaller. “not usually,” he admitted, voice low and matter-of-fact. “but hearing you laugh like that while i’m right here... hm.”  

you grinned, about to make another light comment, but he leaned in and kissed you once, slow and intentional. nothing rushed. his lips tasted faintly of the sauce he’d been tasting earlier. when he pulled back, his eyes held yours. “let’s see if you can laugh it off in a bit.”  

the words landed soft, but with enough weight that your stomach flipped. dinner was almost ready, but renjun had other ideas now. he turned the stove off completely, then guided you backward with gentle hands on your hips until your lower back met the edge of the table. no big production. just the two of you in the quiet apartment, the city hum faint outside the window.  

“renjun—” you started, half-laughing still, but he shook his head once, that calm expression never breaking.  

“sit,” he said, simple as that.  

you did, hopping up onto the table. he stepped between your knees, hands sliding up your thighs over your lounge shorts, thumbs brushing the hem. his touch was unhurried, familiar. he kissed you again, deeper this time, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck. when he broke it, his forehead rested against yours for a second. “you’re mine to make laugh like that,” he murmured, almost to himself, before his fingers dipped under the fabric of your shorts and underwear in one smooth motion.  

no rush. he worked you open slowly, two fingers pressing in with that precise care he always had—watching your face the whole time, reading every small reaction. your breath hitched. the giggles from earlier died in your throat, replaced by softer sounds you couldn’t quite control. his other hand stayed on your thigh, holding you steady.  

“still laughing?” he asked quietly, voice steady even as his fingers curled just right, thumb circling where you needed it. the kitchen light cast warm shadows across his features, highlighting the small dimple that appeared when his mouth curved slightly. he wasn’t smirking. just focused, present.  

you shook your head, biting your lip, hips shifting involuntarily. the table creaked faintly under you. renjun kept the pace even, adding a third finger when you were ready, stretching you with the same patient rhythm he used when cooking or practicing dance moves alone in the living room. your head tipped back, a low moan slipping out instead of any laugh.  

“good,” he said, almost approving. he leaned in to kiss along your jaw, then your neck, nipping lightly at the spot he knew made your breath stutter. his free hand slipped under your shirt, palm warm against your skin, thumb brushing over your chest in lazy strokes. everything felt grounded—his body heat, the faint sizzle of residual oil in the pan, your own pulse in your ears. no over-the-top dirty talk. just him being renjun: soft in the way he touched, firm in the way he didn’t let up.  

minutes stretched. your legs trembled around his waist. he brought you right to the edge with his fingers alone, then eased back, drawing a frustrated sound from you. “renjun, please—”  

“not yet,” he replied calmly, withdrawing his hand only to tug your shorts and underwear down your legs in one go. he freed himself from his own sweats, rolling on a condom from the drawer nearby like it was the most normal thing in the world. then he was back between your thighs, pushing in slow and deep, one hand gripping your hip to keep you from sliding on the table.  

the stretch burned nicely. you clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt. he moved with controlled thrusts, deep and steady, eyes half-lidded as he watched you fall apart. every time you tried to hide your face or bite back a sound, he’d tilt your chin back up gently. “let me hear,” he said, voice low but not demanding—just honest.  

you couldn’t laugh it off anymore. your mind went hazy, thoughts scattering as he fucked you right there on the kitchen table, dinner forgotten on the stove. the angle hit perfectly each time, his hips rolling in that precise way that came from years of dance training. sweat beaded on his forehead, but his breathing stayed measured, only breaking when he groaned softly against your ear.  

“you feel so good,” he whispered, simple and real, no flowery lines. his hand slipped between you again, fingers finding your clit while he kept thrusting. the dual sensation pushed you over fast—body tensing, a broken moan tearing from your throat as you came hard around him.  

renjun followed not long after, burying himself deep with a quiet curse in mandarin, forehead pressed to your shoulder. for a minute you both just breathed, his arms wrapping around you to keep you close. the apartment smelled like half-cooked food and sex now.  

he pulled out carefully, disposed of the condom, then helped you down from the table on shaky legs. a small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips as he brushed hair from your face. “dinner’s probably cold,” he said, voice back to its usual calm. “we can reheat.”  

you leaned into him, still catching your breath, no giggles left—just warm exhaustion and the quiet certainty that renjun, even when a flicker of jealousy showed, handled it like everything else: straightforward, without turning it into something bigger than it was. he kissed your temple once, then went back to the stove like nothing had happened, though the way his hand lingered on your lower back said otherwise.