#renjun x reader

𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸.

“begged someone to let me finish”

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

𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻.

“came in my pants”

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

𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗼.

“talked someone through touching themself”

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

𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻.

“had someone sit on my face”

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

𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻.

“got head in public”

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

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗹𝗲.

“given someone backshots”

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

𝗷𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴.

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

MARK

the first time you suddenly grab his face or smother him, he jumps. full startled laugh, eyes wide like, “oh...oh...- okay,” energy. but the moment he realizes it’s just you, that this was how your affection spiked, he’s done for. from then on, he just lets it happen. whatever you want. squish, bite, cling, he’s smiling softly, hands hovering like he doesn’t want to interrupt the moment.

he'll notice the way you stare a little too long, the way your hands flex like you’re holding yourself back. sometimes he’ll quietly step closer, lowering his head just enough for you to reach. when you squish his cheeks or press kisses everywhere, he just melts into it. he doesn’t interrupt. doesn’t tease. he just lets you love him. your affection genuinely feeds his own for you.

RENJUN

he's startled? yes. offended? also yes (performative men sighh)

you baby him, squish his cheeks, and he’s immediately like,“why are you doing this to me?” in his whiny voice :( but he never actually moves away. ever. your fingers in his hair, your hands warm against his cheeks, he pretends it’s annoying, he pretends to hate it, pretends you’re being ridiculous, but his hands relax, his shoulders drop, and his voice softens despite himself. he enjoys your touch deeply, he just refused to give you the satisfaction of knowing.

JENO

surprised puppy^^

the first few times, he’s stunned, eyes blinking, like he didn’t know he’d like being adored this openly. he wasn't used to this kind of affection.

but then he starts recognizing the signs fast. the way you inhale before acting. the tiny pause before you pounce. and he'd give you that soft, moon-eyed smile :(( right before you pounce almost like encouragement sobbing

he doesn’t stop you. just lets it happen and adores it. to him it's like your constant reminder that he's loved. and only you get this version of him <//3

HAECHAN

absolutely insufferable.

he never lets you forget he knows what he’s doing to you. the second you get grabby, he’s running his mouth, “wow, you love me that much?”, “what are you gonna do without me, huh?”

that smug little grin of his never leaves but his hands always find you. pulling you closer. keeping you there. he'll get pouty and exaggerate every reaction because he knows it makes you worse, and he wants you worse. he thrives on your attention, your affection, your inability to resist him. but like mark, this genuinely fuels his own affection for you <3

he's dramatic about you and he loves how obvious you are about him. later, when you’re calm again, he’s softer. quieter. though still smug. he feels chosen. and he loves that feeling more than he’ll ever admit.

JAEMIN

he lived for this.

you touch him and he’s already smiling, already leaning in. he knows he causes this reaction in you and he’s so fondly proud of it and knows exactly how to make it worse.

you squish his face? he squishes himself closer. you bite his cheek? he makes a noise dramatic enough for you to do it again.

will absolutely switch on his soft tone, that sweet voice, fully encouraging your cuteness aggression because he loves you loving him. (he's absolutely shameless with it). he just adores you so much genuinely gets cuteness aggression from the way how you get all fuzzy over him :(( he thinks it's the cutest thing ever and after a point it'll be you who's getting squished by him ^^

CHENLE

did not see it coming the first time.

you squish him once and he bursts into laughter, startled but bright, like joy just spilled out of him ☹️

he'll try to act unfazed later though, tries to act cool, but you read him too easily. but now, he gets giddy when you focus on him. tries to act casual, but the second your attention shifts away for too long, he gets a little sulky (rarely an issue) not angry, just needy in that soft, obvious way. he wants your eyes on him. your hands on him. he never doubts your love. he feels it constantly. and he returns it just as openly <3

JISUNG

shy baby :(((

total short-circuit, red ears, brain offline the first time it happened. he’s more used to it now, can even sense when you’re about to do it, but he never stops being shy about it.

he stays shy, always. hands hovering awkwardly, eyes darting away, but he never refuses you. when you smother him with affection, he leans in quietly. and while you’re busy squishing his cheeks or pulling at him, he’s thinking you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen. quietly hopes you'll do it again soon <//3

...!

you can only see the back of him, but still it’s enough to get you a little flustered… he’d worn his glasses today, had been all sweaters and smiles. He jolts when he feels your hands on his shoulders, a surprised little jump that makes you giggle. You can feel him ease into you, his head tilting back to give you a fond little smile.

“there you are my sleeping beauty.” mark whispers, awestruck and silly. “did you have any dreams?”

“yeah, i dreamt you finally took me home.” you smile, a little coy as he huffs out another laugh.

“ahh, i’m sorry, honey. i just can’t get the bridge right.” he’s so pretty like this, even frustrated he is darling and lovely. sleep buries itself in his eyes, swathing his smile in a blanket of exhaustion.

“you’ll get it soon, i know it.” you whisper, leaning your head down to reach his lips; his kisses taste like sleep and dreams and midnight laughter.

“it just has to be perfect,” he replies. the words getting caught against your tongue and turning into a sigh as you kiss him again.

“not everything has to be perfect all the time,” you tell him.

“this one does.”

“why?”

“because this one’s for you.” Mark says, breaking away from your kiss. “they’re all for you really, but this one… this one has everything i feel for you in it.”

there’s nothing more to say, no way to thank him for holding your heart so sweetly. you love him, you really really do, but all you can do is keep kissing him.

“i love you.” you whisper against his lips. “so much, forever.”

renjun

in your childhood bedroom…

it’s always a little odd to be back here,  wrapped up in your childhood sheets and old band posters staring down at you from your walls. the whole day had been strange and full of nerves, a peculiar feeling to be associated with family and home yet watching renjun meet your parents filled you with an insatiable panic. he was brilliant of course, kind and respectful, and oh so handsome as he helped your mom with the dishes. you think you fell a little more in love with him, which you thought was impossible—how can you love him anymore than you did this morning?

you can feel his breath hitting your neck from his place on your bed next to you, a tight fit for the twin sized mattress that once sheltered your child bones. you’re as close as you can get to him while keeping some sort of modesty with your parents in the room next to yours-- legs twining around each other like stubborn vines and chests pressed so close you can feel his erratic heartbeat thumping against your own.  

“you know, your room is just so cute.” he tells you, “i love what you’ve done with the place.”

“oh yeah? you like the pink zebra print?”

“i love it, i think i should get you to redesign my living room.” renjun says, smiling with his whole face. you know he’s joking, but the thought of going with him to pick new furniture fills you with butterflies. you hadn’t been together very long, but the desire to wrap your life around this boy is intense… you want him in every corner of your reality, to invade your senses and metamorphosize you. In lieu of a proper response you tell him,

“i love you.” if he’s shocked he doesn’t show it, just smiles wider and presses a kiss on your temple.

“i love you too, silly.” he laughs, a breathy gorgeous thing that fills you fondness. When his lips find yours, its sweet and sultry and everything you ever dreamt of as a little kid.

renjun really is every wish you’ve ever had—every birthday candle and shooting star all mixed up to create one boy. you’re so happy he’s here, so happy to be able to entrust this version of you with him.

“do you think we’ll have the same dream tonight?” you ask him, giggling as he kisses you again.

“go to bed, baby.” he whispers against your lips, “and we’ll see.”

jeno

at a party…

you can barely here anything over the noise of horrible electronica and the sounds of grating girlish giggles. the house is humid, hot from dancing bodies and too many lighters flickering; it’s sticky and noisy and insatiable.

your place on the couch is comfortable, a cozy alcove filled with smoke and the smell of your boyfriend’s cologne. his skin is simmering where he sits underneath you, one of his hands sitting low on your waist and the other tangled up in your hair to keep you snuggled against him. you can hear him laughing at something jaemin said-- his arms tightening to make sure you don’t jostle as he does—you love him so much, he’s such a sweet boy.

he shivers a little when you leave an open-mouthed kiss against his neck, and you can feel goosebumps rise on his forearm. you know you’re not alone; there are at least a hundred people moving back and forth through this big house, yet here on his lap you might as well be the only two souls in the room.

“are you sleepy, babyface?” jeno asks you, his face coming down to tuck closer to yours.

“no, jen… just comfy.” it comes out as a whisper against his lips, breathing out the words in place of a kiss. his eyes are smiling down at you, a look of pure comfort and concern. you know he would bring you home in a heartbeat, that he would lift you off his lap and buckle you into the car; if you told him you were ready to go he would hold your hand until he had you in bed, keep you safe until you were warm and pliant against him.

“are you sure?” he asks, his mouth coming down to close the space between you. his kiss is sweet, you can taste the alcohol he had earlier and you feel yourself getting a little tipsy off his tongue.

“so sure, baby.” you tell him between kisses. “not ready to leave you yet.” You taste his smile, the cotton candy flavor of it—it’s warm and bright against you.

“i never leave you,” he says, and you believe him.

haechan

on the streets of the city…

every day with donghyuck is an adventure, a traveling circus full of joy and surprises, yet it’s the moments in the dark that are really your favorite. from the time you met him, twilight has been his hour; a time when the only people out are lovers and troublemakers, dark skies matching the lightning in his eyes.

it’s a little cold tonight, dark and dreary under the city lights, but hyuck is alive with a fire crackling under his skin. his hands burn where they touch you, lighting a fire from your shoulders down to your waist, and his smile is deadly. he’s so happy, has been all night long—from dinner to drinks to karaoke, he’s been just infinitely happy… a fierce euphoria that fills with you the piercing agony of true love.

“you’re so pretty, honey.” he tells you, whispering the words into your mouth—breaths away from kissing you. you feel yourself shying away, your skin heating and your face finding a home between his throat and shoulder. “no, no, no… don’t do that, lemme see my pretty baby, huh?”

“don’t tease me, hyuckie,” you tell him.

“i’m not teasing, baby. i mean it, you really are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” And he means it, with full conviction and sincerity. it is unequivocal this thing between you, as alive as the night, and you can’t deny how in love you are…

it’s all new and exciting, love drunk and moony eyed—a forever in the making.

“i love you, hyuck.” you tell him, sincere and devastating.

His smile is wonderstruck, like he’s just so proud of you… like you’ve given him the keys to heaven.

“i love you too, honey bee.”

jaemin

at home…

you’ve never felt more safe than you do now, tangled up in soft sheets and the smell of him. your home is dark and cozy, the kitties wrapped up in each other on the sofa beside you, humming out little songs in the dark. the only light in the room comes from the soft glow of the television, playing some movie you don’t remember the name of… it’s something he wanted, something educational and boring for the midnight hour, alas, you’ve never been able to deny Jaemin anything.

the only thing you can really feel is his skin, the texture of it pressed so close to yours, he’s everywhere, he’s a part of the air—you breathe him all the way in, filling up your lungs with the very essence of him and feeling how his life feeds into your bloodstream; coating your veins and wrapping around your insides until he makes his way into your heart.

you always seem to get so sentimental on nights like these, like the absence of sunlight rids you of anxiety and shame—under the moonlight you could tell him anything, a truth that fills you as he glance at him. Jaemin is beautiful, fresh faced and dewy, you could stare at him for hours and not miss life passing you by.

“you’re not even paying attention,” he says to you, his voice stern in contrast to the sweeping grin lighting up his face.

“you know i don’t like these movies, bunny.” you whisper, twisting your body so you’re chest to chest. “i’d rather just watch you.”

“woah, lovie, you’re getting rather brave tonight, huh?” he laughs, bringing his head down so he’s close enough to press sweet kisses behind your ear.

“i’m always brave,”

“that’s right, my brave baby.” he whispers, his lips sweeping across your jaw, leaving open mouthed kisses wherever they could reach.

“don’t you forget it, jaem.” You smile, lips getting ready to greet his and giggling as his fingers swipe your waist in a little tickle.

he’s so close, so close and still so far, and his kiss sits so pretty on the horizon… he’s only a breath away, like he’s a whisper emerged from your mouth, yet still he waits, his kiss waiting on his smile as he tells you,

“i love it when you’re brave,” his words barely there, a song releasing into your awaiting pout, “i love you.”

chenle

at the basketball court...

the august moon lights the court in a hazy glow of dreams, chenle is smiling—filled from adrenaline and friendship as he gives his goodbyes to the other boys. it’s rare that you get to just look at him like this, to trace the undercurrent of his form with your eyes and blush to yourself about how you love him. chenle, for all his wonder, will never let you live it down if he saw you like this—infatuated and silly—but there was something about seeing him entirely in his element that sends arrows straight to your heart.

When all the boys finally leave and it’s just the two of you, his smile finds yours with that familiar mischievous glint he so often carries around. he’s awe inspiring, glistening from sweat and glowing from happiness… oh how you love him, deeply and entirely, and oh how he’ll tease you for it.

“look at you!” he giggles, “you loooove me!”

“shut up, chenle.” You groan, shuffling your nose farther into his coat that surrounds you—you shuffle around the collar, trying desperately to find some piece of his scent to comfort you while he’s still so far away.

“oh, it’s chenle now is it? what happened to lele?”

“well, for one—lele doesn’t treat me like this…” you tell him, pausing to take him in—so pretty, even when he infuriates you. you watch as he moves closer, eyes on him like a hawk as he climbs the bleachers to stand in front of you. When he finally arrives, windswept with a shit eating grin, you can swear you almost feel your heart stop.

“and two?” he asks.

“what?”

“you only gave me one reason why you’re being mean to me, what’s the second?”

“how am i being mean to you?” you exclaim. “you were being mean first!”

“oh was i?” he laughs, leaning down so the only thing separating the two of you is air.

“yes!” you stutter, but still he just smiles, raising his left hand to cradle your cheek. his palms are a little clammy and his eyes sleepy, but he is still every thing you’ve ever wanted and everything you can’t believe you have. you can’t believe you love this dumb, aggravating boy… but you do and you never want that to change.

“too bad so sad, tiny.” He whispers, his kiss just seconds away. “it’s just too easy to get you all hot and bothered.”

He giggles when you huff, his smile a deadly weapon as his kiss grows hotter and hotter against you. he’s all yours, a truth that is both infuriating and earthshattering at the same time.

“I love you, idiot.” you groan between kisses, “even when you’re mean.” and all you can feel is his mouth.

jisung

in the practice room…

the air is suffocating with its heat.

you can’t tell if you’re hot because of jisung’s constant movement or the sight of his languid body rolling against the air. he’s so pretty like this, his cheeks pink and his belly heaving with exhaustion. the sight of him is a little too close to how you had him last night, panting and sweaty and full of passion—it brings a flush to your blood and goosebumps to your skin.

the music is just loud enough for it to sit heavy in his bones, yet light enough for the company to not know he’s still here; quiet like a conversation between two lovers, like a kiss when the only onlooker is the moon.

“are you still okay?” he asks you once the song finishes, your name falling off his tongue like a prayer. “we can go whenever you want, i think i have the choreo down now.”

you roll the question around in your brain, thinking of going home with him—of having his hot skin pressed against your own and his tongue in your mouth. the image is exciting, yet you can’t get over the dionysian pleasure that wraps around him as he moves… a pristine chaos that brings stars to your eyes.

“i’m fine, baby. i like watching you dance.” your voice comes out heavy, thick with desire and love. you can see his ears get a little pink at your words, and the way his steps turn into a little shuffle as he gets closer to you.

“yeah, i can tell…” he whispers when he’s finally in front of you, his big hand coming to smooth your hair down. “you’re a mess.” you hold your breath until he kisses you, waiting for him to give you the air in his lungs… his kiss is such a contrast to his debauched figure, it’s not messy or manic: it’s sweet and fond, slow and steady as he shocks your heartbeat. “is it all for me?” he asks, and all you can do is nod.