NCT DREAM IN BED !

NCT DREAM IN BED !

JENO.

dom. rough with everything he does, mostly because he forgets just how strong he is. watching you beg on your knees is his favorite position because he has a slight superiority complex that he refuses to acknowledge. make him feel like he's the only man you'll ever need, cause lord knows it's true. throat fucking !!! loves to hold you while he thrusts into you — rarely gives you time to adjust to his size. chokes you until you're gasping for air. want's to see you cry but would never admit it.

JAEMIN.

soft dom. just like his boyfriend type, he's a romantic at heart and this plays a big role in the bedroom. wants to make sure everything he's doing is okay with you, so verbal consent is key along with him taking it slow and holding your hand. can be stern on the days where you push him to his limits, but overall he's just a pleaser. leaves love bites on your chest and hickies on the inside of your thighs. on your anniversary he lit candles around the room, put rose petals on the bed and went down on you for a solid hour.

RENJUN.

equal. he's not necessarily vanilla, but he deems his partner and himself equal in the bedroom. though he keeps his cool most of the time, things can get desperate — teeth knocking against teeth, fingers twisting in the front of shirts, hands going to cup the back of your neck. loves kissing you, and often gets lost in the taste of you for hours. his hands love to wander up your shirt and play with your nipples. his favorite is when you dress up in cute pastel lingerie outfits and model for him. he really can't control himself then.

HAECHAN.

power sub. he's really good at pretending to be in control, but one bold move on your part and he's a whimpering mess. though, this doesn't stop him, because he simply won't shut up. continuously challenging you with his smart ass replies, you really just need to shove your fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet. ride him until all he can do is drool around your fingers and mumble, 'my pretty girl' over and over again. loves when it gets messy, so make sure there's a change of sheets somewhere near.

CHENLE + JISUNG.

n/a as we do not write smut for these two members.

NCT members who I think have a Dumbification kink

This list includes: Taeil, Yuta, Doyoung, Jaehyun, Winwin, Hendery, Renjun, Jaemin, Haechan, Shotaro, Chenle and Jisung

❃ Taeil

Taeil was shocked himself when he realised he had this kink, he only knew he did the day you completely unraveled in front of him, tears falling from your eyes, nails digging into his arms and constant whines and whimpers leaving your lips. He slowed down to see if you were okay but it only made you more of a mess, but the second he saw you struggling to tell him to keep going was the second he realised how much he loved that side of you.

You were cock drunk, nothing could have made you feel the way Taeil’s cock did. The way he drilled his cock into you made your whole body shake, your eyes struggling to stay opens a few stray tears fell from them. “My sweet baby is all fucked out isnt she?” His tone was soft, it was a complete contrast to how he was treasure your body in that moment “Bet she can’t think of anything other than my cock”

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❃ Yuta

Yuta is as sadistic as a man can get, even if you’re fucked out of your mind he’ll still fuck with you. He’ll do anything he can to make you struggle, seeing you with teary eyes and shaky legs is one of his favourite sights and he just can’t get enough of it.

“You wanted it so now you have to do it yourself” Yuta’s eyes flickered down to your body, his hands resting behind his head as he watched you ride him, your hands on his chest to try to steady yourself but it wasn’t working, you were a wreck. “Besides, how am I meant to know you’re struggling if you can’t tell me” You parted your lips to speak but all that came out was a shaky moan, your hips grinding against his as by now your legs had given out and it’s all you could do to see feel him move inside of you “Silly girl thinking I would help you, I guess you really are cock dumb”

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❃ Doyoung

Evil was one thing, but Doyoung was far past the bar that was set. He has the most sinful obsession with your whines, especially the ones you make when you can’t get anything else out. The desperation and need that is held behind them makes him laugh, he could never understand how someone so sweet could be so cock obsessed.

“Would you be embarrassed if someone saw you right now? Crying over how much you love my cock” You whomped at his words, his cock pressing deeper inside of you with every sharp thrust “Maybe I should invite some people over so they can see the real you, I know how much you would enjoy that” It would be embarrassing, but you also couldn’t deny how badly you wanted him to fuck you silly in front of his friends and the way you clenched around him only proved his point to him. He laughed “Tell me who you want and I’ll let them sit in one time, I’d love for my friends to know how you’d do anything for me to fuck you”

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❃ Jaehyun

Jaehyun is a relatively simple man, he likes to fuck whenever he can but one thing that really gets him isn your ass. He knows when you want him, the way you wear shorter skirts or nothing under his shirts so you can bend over to pick something up right in front of him. Those are the times he ends up fucking you stupid.

Jaehyun’s hands held your waist as he fucked you, pressing the front of your body against the wall as he had your skirt push up your body and your panties to the side. You couldn’t even begin to create any single thought in your head, you were so taken by the pleasure, you were a mess. “You always so this” You shivered at his voice, his lips right next to your ear “Always wearing such slutty things around me, I know this was your plan, I know you wanted me to do this so I could feed you my cock, you need it to survive don’t you? Whore”

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❃ Winwin

Winwin had control over you that he would never give to anyone else, he couldn’t count how many times he’d came to the memories of you being so sweet and ready to do anything for him. He was weak for the way all you could focus on was his cock, the way you didn’t care about any of your surroundings when you wanted him. It made him laugh thinking about it.

“It’s cute how willing you are to give everything up to get fucked” His lewd words only increased the intensity of the fire that was burning inside of you “Always so cute when your eyes roll to the back of your head when I ask you a question, it’s like your searching for answers that you know you’re not going to get because there’s nothing in their but thoughts about getting fucked”

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❃ Hendery

He finds it endearing when you try to distract him when he’s doing things, especially when he knows you only want his attention so he’ll fuck you. It’s entertaining to him that you’re prepared to get his attention just so he’ll give you what you want. But it’s never that easy, after you get your attention you’ll think he’s going to give you exactly what you want, but of course that doesn’t happen.

“Stay still” Hendery’s fingers moved across his keyboard as he typed something on his computer, you whined into his neck as you sat on his cock. You had thought that you had won, that you were going to get what you craved so desperately but that didn’t happen. At first he let you fuck yourself on his cock whilst he worked but once he noticed how fucked out you had gotten he made you stop, liking the way you tried to subtle grind your hips against him and whined into his neck. “If you keep moving angel I won’t fuck you at all and I know how heartbreaking that would be for you”

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❃ Renjun

Renjun is harder to read than the others, you can never be sure of what his next move is. When he has you with your face pressed into the mattress you can always guess that he’ll fuck you like that until he’s satisfied but it doesn’t always work out the way you expect. He has a thing for fucking you dumb and then out of no where making you do the work.

You whined as Renjun’s hips stilled, you could hear him laugh as you tried to lift up to look at him behind you, but he stopped you by pressing your face back against the mattress “No, you’re gonna fuck yourself back against me and show me why you deserve it” Your breathing was shaky but your movements were desperate, you wanted him to know how badly you wanted him and evidently it worked “such a cock drunk slut”

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❃ Jaemin

One word. Obsessed. Nothing quite gets to Jaemin the way fucking you dumb does, simply having you under him losing your mind just makes him want to ruin you even more. He often uses it with fake sympathy, something about giving you the false security that you actually believe makes him feel powerful. Jaemin enjoys feelings as if he has power over you and during those nights he knows that he does.

“Too much baby? Do you want me to take it easy on you?” Jaemin said, his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs as he laughed at you nodding. “No baby, you can take it, I can feel how eagerly you’re sucking me in” You whined at his words, Jaemin only smiled more at your struggle to react. “If you want me to be gentle you have to tell me, verbally” He was mean, but you both were well aware that the last thing you wanted was for him to be gentle with you, even with how brain dead you felt you still knew you wanted to him to take you like this. “Sweet baby too cock desperate to reply, I always knew you loved to be fucked silly”

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❃ Haechan

Haechans favourite thing is fucking you dumb, having you so fucked out and drunk on his cock and he will never hide his adoration for it. He likes to degrade you, that’s his way of showing how much he’s enjoying himself, throws in the filthiest words whilst fucking you. He thinks the shock of your face is the best way to see you begin to crumble under him.

“It seems like the only thing you use to think is your dumb cunt, too focused on thinking about my cock whilst we were around my friends. Are you embarrassed? If I were in your position I’d be embarrassed” Of course he would be, but there’s a reason you’re in the position instead of him. “I should probably train you to be less reliant on my cock to satisfy you but, I like the way you’re slowly turning into my toy, so stupid and desperate for my cock”

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❃ Shotaro

Given his soft outer nature, not everyone would expect for Shotaro to be into something so crude and intense and he likes it like that. He likes it especially when he gets to see the shock form on your face with how rough he can get with you. He is big on your reactions being the thing to tell him how quickly you’re sinking, the way your eyes close and your lips part, how nothing but strings of whines and moans leave you whilst you dig your nails into his skin. He wants to have you so fucked out that the only way you can communicate with him is through physical signs.

Shotaro’s eyes were focused on your face, you felt yourself begin to unravel under his gaze. His hips not faltering as your breath got caught in your throat. “Do you want to cum?” You moaned at his question, trying to speak but nothing else coming out, he laughed “of course you, dumb little things like you only ever have one thing on their mind”

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❃ Chenle

Chenle is mean, he likes being mean. He likes to watch your face fall when you think he’s going to give you what you want, and the panic on your face when he slows down or stops what he’s doing and tells you to beg. He’ll purposely tell you to do it knowing you’re going to struggle to speak to him, seeing you struggling is one of his favourite sights. Seeing you such a wreck tends to make him rougher too, he just can’t help himself but do everything in his power to leave you completely ruined.

“Awh, too much for you baby? I thought you could take me? You’ve done it so many times before” His cock stretched always stretched you out so well, the stretch alone was enough to completely shut off your brain “Girls like you deserve to get fucked like this, you love it how I can take away all your independence with just my cock, so pathetic and sweet of you”

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❃ Jisung

Jisung likes things that fuel his ego and fucking you dumb is one thing that really inflates his ego. He’s so attentive when he watches you, wants to see the exact moment that you fall apart because of him. There’s something so beautiful about the way you can barely speak anything but his name, the way it comes from your lips in such a beautiful melody too, he’s obsessed.

“Look at me” He only said it because he knew you could barely open your eyes. “If you don’t look at me I’ll stop” You panicked at his threat, your eyes barely opened for a second before they had closed again, the way he was fucking you had you struggling to control yourself. You felt his hand grab your chin, your eyes shot open when his hips slowed down “I know you want to be fucked silly doll, but do I really have to walk you through everything? Are you that dumb that you can’t do anything by yourself, hm?”

sugar, sugar - z.cl

reader x chenle

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: a kiss in the cheek, cuss words, pessimism (I think that’s about it? Let me know if I missed something.

word count: 6.2k

part of the Candy Hearts Collab by @127-mile (click the link if you want to read the rest of the collab)

synopsis: Your whole life, especially working for your boss, is a living nightmare. That was until you got some sugar in your life.

inspiration:

Isn’t It Romantic (The film from Netflix by Rebel Wilson),

Sugar, Sugar by the Archies

networks

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Swim (M)

Preview: “You haven’t seen Jungwoo since before he left, right?” Sungchan inquires, turning to face you.

“Ah..” you begin to nod. Chest tightening, recalling the vivid memory. Sneaking out late the night before Jungwoo would depart to study abroad. “I never seem to be around when he’s come home for a visit.”

Sungchan grins, nudging his elbow into yours. “It’s almost like you’re purposely avoiding him.”

You let out a laugh, pushing the lump in your throat away with a heavy swallow. Avoiding Jungwoo? After confessing a crush you’d compressed for years? The confession he thanked you for before saying goodbye? The cringe worthy memory that constantly replayed in your mind for two years? You weren’t simply avoiding Jungwoo. You were dead set to forget his existence.

Pairing: Jungwoo x female reader

Word Count: 7k+

Genre: best friends older brother AU, brothers JungChan, pwp, mutual pining, fluff, M/F, one shot

Smut Warning: oral(receiving), choking, sensory deprivation, unprotected sex(the usual)

IB: Chase Atlantic- Swim

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a/n: Jungwoo month🥳💞

“Ooh! Banana kick!!” Sungchan rushes toward the kitchen table ready to abolish a bag of his favorite snacks. Tossing a few pieces of candy near you as you take a seat. “Choco Milkis, you love those don’t you?”

“Don’t eat those. I bought those for your brother.” Sungchan’s mom smacks his grubby hands away from a basket of treats. A mixture of candy, snacks, flavored milks.

“I can’t have just one?!” He talks back, earning a light hit to his shoulder.

“You know he barely gets to come home. The foods are different in America. All he whines about when he calls is how much he craves fresh Maeuntang.” She sets down a bag overflowing with groceries, smiling ear to ear. “Mom’s cooking is the best, so he says.”

“It’s true. He’s crazy for studying abroad. I won’t even bother applying to Uni over 20 minutes away.” Sungchan smirks. Batting his eyelashes for some favoritism.

His mom stares down with a knowing grin, reaching for a pack of sweets to toss his way.

“These charming boys I’ve raised so well.” She coos, scrunching up her nose. The upper half of her face resembles the older of her sons more so. Reminiscent traces in her sharp eyes and high cheeks.

“You haven’t seen Jungwoo since before he left, right?” Sungchan inquires, turning to face you.

“Ah..” you begin to nod. Chest tightening, recalling the vivid memory. Sneaking out late the night before Jungwoo would depart to study abroad. “I never seem to be around when he’s come home for a visit.”

Sungchan grins, nudging his elbow into yours. “It’s almost like you’re purposely avoiding him.”

You let out a laugh, pushing the lump in your throat away with a heavy swallow. Avoiding Jungwoo? After confessing a crush you’d compressed for years? The confession he thanked you for before saying goodbye? The cringe worthy memory that constantly replayed in your mind for two years? You weren’t simply avoiding Jungwoo. You were dead set to forget his existence.

“Ohh, you’re going to be so surprised when you see him!” Sungchan’s mom interrupts full of excitement. The few times Jungwoo has a chance to visit clearly brings her immense joy. “He’s always changing his hair color. Surfing on those California beaches every weekend. He’s grown so much, I hardly recognize him as my little baby anymore.”

“Wow, surfing?” You feign astonishment. Carrying on an act that you could care less about Jungwoo. No, you did not have his Instagram post notifications turned on. No, you weren’t grateful his page was public so you could watch his story updates from some burner account. “I didn’t even know he could swim.”

“He couldn’t.” Sungchan adds. “Mom’s right, he’s grown up a lot. Still not taller than me though.”

He pops chips into his mouth proudly. Chewing as he talks. “Here we thought he’d just enrolled into one of the best STEM programs, but I guess the air over there’s different. He’s always bothering me to visit, teach me to catch waves or whatever.”

“You both should take a trip out there one day!” His mom pipes up again. Smiling to herself as she cuts up vegetables for the fish stew. “Jungwoo stays ready for summer now. Always posting at the beach. The sun must be much stronger there, I’ve never seen him so tanned.”

You have to catch yourself from mumbling a ‘me either.’ It’s not as if shirtless photos haunted you daily. Heaven forbid Sungchan ever figured out your passcode, finding an album full of screenshots of his older brother half naked. Even worse if he knew how much time you’d spent lurking through his following list. Finding peace of mind that every girl in there seemed to already have someone.

Not that you should care. Not that you had a complete meltdown the day Jungwoo posted videos at a tattoo shop. Joking about how he should get a tiger inked onto his back.

Worse. He left with both of his ears pierced. Eyeing himself in the self facing camera as he spoke.

‘I don’t know if I can pull off both? What do you guys think? Ah, this is a new Jungwoo though! I am older and wiser. I have confidence these days. What that has to do with getting both of my ears pierced, I’m not sure.’

He busts into a fit of giggles, dropping his phone, ending the impromptu story.

“Yea, moms always yelling in his comments to use broad spectrum sun protection. Knowing Jungwoo he probably cheaps out and throws on any lotion he has on-hand.” Sungchan proceeds to tell you. Disrupting your rushed unraveling thoughts.

“That’s why I send him care packages full of skincare and vitamins. You two didn’t surpass me in height by middle school by missing any nutrients!”

You grow quiet, entirely zoned out. Sungchan’s conversation with his mother fading to background noise.

It’s bad. It’s really bad. Harboring feelings for your best friends older brother that refuse to go away.

Bad enough to concoct an idea to sprain your ankle. A brilliant excuse to render you immobile for the next couple of weeks. Mono? Do people still catch mono easily?

“You’re coming over tomorrow right?” Sungchan interrupts your mindless nail biting. Flicking your tongue over a ripped hangnail as you meet his giant bambi eyes.

“Huh?”

“To finish watching the rest of Alice in Borderland.” He taps at his phone screen displaying the time. “A little too late to cram the 4 last episodes in now.”

“Oh, yea yea. Sure. I’ll come over earlier tomorrow.” You brush him off like its no big deal.

“Great! I think hyungs already caught up too. We can finish the series all together.” Sungchan lifts two thumbs. Excitedly geeking over your plans.

Wait. Tomorrow. Jungwoo would be home?

Shit.

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It will be fine, you repeat over and over again. A calming mantra to convince yourself to act normal. Why would you have any reason to not? It’s not like you were about to see the boy who broke your heart in less than a minute.

Besides, it’s not as if Jungwoo even remembers that night. Why would he? His life seemed picture perfect now. At least through social media, where you consumed his day to day activities. Gripping at threads of his maturing personality the best you could.

There was just no way he’d waste time wondering about you. Not between surfing, mingling with many new cool strangers, trying new foods, spontaneously piercing his ears..

Heat blooms over your cheeks before you can even process Jungwoo’s presence. Standing at the Kims doorway entrance like a lost dog caught in the rain.

Jungwoo’s laugh rings like a carousel. It’s familiar and comforting. A memory you want to add to a filing cabinet in your mind reserved for special occasions only. The darkest times that need an anchor to keep you sane. A power behind such a care free boisterous laugh, one that only Jungwoo seemed to hold.

He’s got Sungchan in a headlock, the two of them tossling around in the hallway entrance for some reason. The last thing you’d expected to see as you entered, knowing the door would be unlocked for you already.

“Cat got your tongue?” Sungchan smiles, arching a well groomed brow your way. Turning to expertly lift his other brow at Jungwoo. “Maybe yours too.”

Jungwoo looks perfect, even as his cheeks flare attempting to catch his breath. Ashy grey, almost smoky blue tendrils flop around his forehead. The cool dark tone bringing forward luminosity in his flesh. Pink blush blends from his cheeks to the tip of his nose, melting down to swollen spit slick lips.

Your knees lock, prepared to betray you. Thankful for the door frame pressed down the middle of your back keeping your balance steady.

“Ah, it’s been awhile right?” Jungwoo breaks the now awkward silence first, smoothing his palms down his thighs. Probably sweaty from rough housing with his brother. Not because he’s nervous to see you, nothing like that..

Sungchan lets out a huff near him, shaking his shirt free of wrinkles. “It’s not like either of you make much of an effort to see each other anymore.”

“You really are much more tan now!” You abruptly spew. Side sweeping Sungchan’s commentary. Jungwoo steps closer to you, your neck bends up more than you recall. He’s even taller now, broader. Shoulders wide enough to cinch his waist in even more. Long and lean like he’s about to portray the male lead in a romance manga.

“A lot can change in two years.” He looks you over imperceptibly. Forming a shaky smile when his eyes end on your face. “It’s really good to see a familiar face again though.”

“What am I?!” Sungchan jumps in before you can get a word in edgewise. “Should be grateful you get to see this stunning face every time you come home.”

“You had toothpaste on your chin when you picked me up at the airport.” Jungwoo exposes, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “People were laughing.”

“That sounds like Sungchan.” You add. Following the two further inside who seem to fall back into their old antics easily. Smacking at each other as they throw out more offenses.

“You had toilet paper stuck to your shoe! That’s why they were staring!” Sungchan defends. Plopping down on the single seater, leaving you no option other than to sit side by side with Jungwoo. A love seat, small enough for just two.

Jungwoo’s laughing, reaching over the arm of the couch to pull on Sungchan’s cheek. The two missing the battle thats broken out inside your head.

‘If my hips are this wide, and the cushion is that small, and Jungwoo’s gotten bigger..’

“Sit down so we can start the episode!” Sungchan scolds you, chucking a throw pillow at your side.

Note to self: kick his ass later.

Jungwoo pats the space next to him, sinking down lower. “I’m surprised you’re watching this? I thought blood and murder made you squeamish?”

You shrug, squeezing in nearby him. Burning from where your shoulder brushes his chest. Knee pressing to his thigh like a magnetic force. “I got over that years ago.”

“Oh well.” Jungwoo smirks a bit. Throwing an arm around the headrest behind you. Long fingers dangle too close to your cheek. Fanning the flames of heat that rise up your chest. “We have some catching up to do.”

“Can you two shutup? I’m trying to practice my Japanese.” Sungchan waves a hand in your direction. Squinting and leaning forward to read the translated subtitles. Lips moving together as he follows along with the show.

Jungwoo’s arm slips down around your neck. Cozying all the more into your side, enough to leave a small gap between the couch and his other side. “We’ll have to whisper.”

A playful smile plays at his lips, wiggling his eyebrows up. Finger lifting to his mouth with an airy light ‘shhh’.

Fuck.

Your spine goes rigid, locking your thighs together for extra room. It’s no use, Jungwoo’s always been touchy compared to Sungchan. Whining whenever you ran from his hugs as kids, until you shouted how much you hated hugging.

He sulked for a month over that. Mumbling an occasional ‘who hates hugs?’. You, that's who. Fearful he’d feel your heart pounding out of your chest at such a close proximity.

Maybe he was too nice to mention how flustered you looked when he’d pull away. Only tugging you in closer with both arms wrapped around yours, dragging you to follow him around the neighborhood.

He was always a bit outlandish and overly friendly. That’s how you met after all. Jungwoo found you hanging at the park on the monkey bars with tears staining your face. Fingers painfully clinging as your feet dangled.

Many failed attempts at making your way across the playground set landed you here, alone. Braving the bars yourself that day to prove you could do it without the help of anyone's shoulders under your feet. The other kids wouldn’t get a chance to make fun of you for being a scaredy-cat after this.

“Do you need help?” Jungwoo kicked his bike to the side. Running over the fake laid out grass and sand to get to you. Concern bunching up his cute little face. Eyes large, peaking way between his thick straight bangs as he gazed up at you.

“Go away! I’m fine!” You cried, kicking a foot out at him. Nearly losing your hold on the bar. Fingers turning moist and slippery after 5 minutes.

“Ah, you little brat!” Jungwoo dodges your sad kick. Clicking his teeth and moving closer. “You’re going to fall and hurt yourself, you know?”

“Don’t call me a brat!” You squeaked out breathlessly. Letting out another embarrassing cry as one of your hands slips. Jungwoo shakes his head below, moving to stand right in front of you.

“Look, I’ll catch you!” He tries to sound nice, softening his speech. “Think about how much trouble you’ll get into if your parents find out about this.”

He had a point. Your mom only agreed to letting you play outside because other kids had been around and you begged to make friends with the neighbors.

“You promise to catch me?”

Jungwoo smiles wide, missing his two front teeth. Swinging a pinky through the air. “Pinky promise!”

With a loud shout that feels never ending, you let go. Falling and landing in his hold. The boys breath knocked from his chest, staggering a bit and breaking into a laugh.

“Ah, you big cry baby. All that drama for nothing.” He giggles, using the ends up his sleeves to clean your cheeks of drying tear tracks. “I’m Jungwoo by the way. Did you just move? I’ve never seen you before.”

and that’s how you ended up attached at the hip with the Kim brothers. Jungwoo was quite the chatterbox, eager to inform you of all his interests. Mentioning he has a younger brother about your age.

From that day forward you’d meet with Sungchan and Jungwoo almost everyday. Learning how to ride your bike without training wheels thanks to Jungwoo who insisted ‘that’s for little kids only, are you still a little kid?’

Granted, you were, but anything to impress your cool older friend. Even trying your hand at the monkey bars again. Completely worth it when Jungwoo hugged you hard enough and spun you right off your feet. Using part of his weekly allowance to buy you an ice cream from a mart nearby on the way home. Sungchan grumbling about how hyung never got him ice cream over no damn monkey bars.

How could you not fall in love with him.

Jungwoo’s head rests on your shoulder at some point. Whispering about his favorite characters, who he thinks will survive. Everything he says jumbles together, unable to concentrate on anything else besides his hand rubbing up and down your arm. His minty breath fanning your neck, or the way his nose knocks against the column of your throat when he sits up to grab his phone.

Sungchan groans, cursing and sending his brother a death glare. Jungwoo reaching for the remote to pause right as the episodes about to end. Giving you the opportunity to take a deep breath when he finally makes distance between your bodies.

“Mom asked me to water her flowers before it gets too late.” He reads off a text message. Standing up with a stretch of his arms. “Hasn’t even been a day yet and she already has me doing chores.”

“Ha ha sucka!” Sungchan grabs onto his shoulders, jumping around him to the backyard door. “Finally! It’s like I’m a damn cleaning boy around here sometimes.”

You trail after them again, ending up sat next to Sungchan with your feet cooling in the pool.

Watching as Jungwoo holds a watering can in one hand and a gardening hose in the other. Weighing his options for which would do the job faster.

“Stare much?” Sungchan grumbles. Softly pinching your waist to refocus your attention.

“Huh??”

“Hyungs changed a lot, yeah?” His chin nods in Jungwoo’s direction, standing a little far off with only the water hose in hand. “You still have a crush on him?”

Snickering you pinch him back, attacking his fluffy cheek instead. “I never had a crush on him!”

Sungchan grunts, attempting to bite your fingers off. “My eyes work great, you know that right? You’ve been in love with Jungwoo since we were kids.”

Hearing those words come from Sungchan catches you off guard, enough for him to pick up on. Smirking, his brows bounce up and down.

“Why would you say—..”

“Come on. Am I not your best friend?? I’m supposed to know these things!” Sungchan shrugs. “Also, maybe read it in your diary, I think about 7 years ago. But damn, you’re still scribbling his name over and over again hmm?”

“You little shit!” You shriek. Grabbing at his shoulders to tackle him into the pool. Sungchan erupts with laughter, catching Jungwoo’s attention.

“You left it out for anyone to find! Kept writing my last name next to yours! But all you kept writing was ‘OOOO JUNGWOO I DREAM OF KISSING YOUR POUTY PINK LIPS EVERY NIGHT.’ I had a right to worry!”

“That was none of your business!” You choke out, hoisting your body on top of him for a better hold. Realizing soon enough you’d end up fully dressed and wet if you keep this up. “You’re the worst! Why am I even your friend!”

“Probably just using me to get to my brother!” Sungchan mocks.

“What’s going on over here?” Jungwoo’s standing nearby. Hands on his hips scanning over the awkward position you’ve ended up in. Straddled on Sungchan’s thighs with his palms squeezing your hips to stop you from slipping off.

“Hyung!” Sungchan’s voice cracks, startled. Quickly glancing back and forth between you and Jungwoo as if he’s been caught. “Shit! This isn’t what it looks like!” His nose scrunches up in disgust. Shoving you off to fall back with a loud splash in the pool.

“Dude! Why would you do that??” Jungwoo scurries to the pool ledge extending his arm for you. As if you can’t swim or something… probably because you can’t. Of course he remembers that.

“Sungchan!” You gargle, spitting out nasty chlorine water. “You’re dead!!”

“Oh man.” He squirms, jumping up too fast. Missing the assault of water hurled at him. “Gotta go!”

“Here, take my hand!” Jungwoo calls out, directing you to the ladder on your left side. Large palms encompass your waist to lift you out. Drenched and dripping water everywhere. Soaking through his shirt as you land against him.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. Your brothers such an immature little..” you voice trails off. Jungwoo taking a step back, unable to rip his gaze off the way your tops sheered. Attached to your body like a second skin.

“Uh..I’ll grab you a towel!” He turns running off too fast before you can tell him it’s fine. Taking the time to wring your top out.

Note to self again: kick Sungchan’s ass until he cries.

Jungwoo comes back, insisting you change into something dry before you head back home. Obliging as he makes a move to dry you off. Squeezing some of the pool water from your clothing. He drapes the large towel around your frame. Rubbing up and down to warm you up.

“You and my brother like, a thing now?” Jungwoo breaks the tense silence thats fallen between you again. Earning a shocked gasp of disgust.

“A thing?! With that cretin!”

He smiles widely, muffling a laugh. Silky hair shaking about, sparkling eyes softening.

“You’re right, what was I thinking?” He muses, swiping his two front teeth over his bottom lip. Jungwoo sweeps wet tendrils away from your face. Swooping the hair behind your ear, melting you with a barely there touch.

“You can do better.” He lowers to a serious tone. Ending with thinned lips and a furrowed brow.

“What.. what do you mean?”

Jungwoo keeps your gaze for a while. Maybe a minute or so, feeling like an eternity nonetheless. His pupils bounce, drifting around your features. The crinkles on his forehead dissolve within seconds, appearance relaxing. Even his shoulders loosen. Only now noticing how tensed he stood before you.

“Remember my friend Jaehyun?” He brings up with a lost look in his eyes. “Uh, he’s having a get together tonight. Bunch of my friends from high school will be there. You and Sungchan should tag along.”

“Tonight? Oh..”

“There’ll be drinks.” Jungwoo adds. Standing up straight with a drop of his arms. Realizing he’s started petting up and down your back.

“I don’t really drink.”

“Oh..” he pouts, sucking his lower lip in to hide it. “Well..”

“But yea, sounds great. Meet you guys here later?”

Jungwoo claps his hands together eagerly. Directing you back inside to change into one of his t-shirts, smelling of freshly washed laundry. It’s a soft cotton material, just a bit oversized. Making your stomach do backflips as you walk home. Sneaking inhales at the fabric on your shoulder until you feel nauseous.

It hadn’t even been a day and Jungwoo was driving you crazy already.

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You have to wonder how you ended up in this predicament. Jaehyun’s ‘get together’ turned out to be more of a jam packed party. Easily losing track of Sungchan and Jungwoo when you entered and they both screamed out something at the same time. Unintelligible over the loud bass vibrating throughout the walls.

“Bathroom!” Jungwoo shouts again. Throwing his arm in the air above a crowd of people gathered wall to wall.

“Wait!” You tried to run after Sungchan. Stuck in the swarm of bodies sweating pressed together. Too many fumes of alcohol, body odor, herbs and such filled your senses.

“Heyyy!” An arm swings around your shoulders. Tugging you deeper into the crowd, pushing past people, leading you through to the kitchen. “Sungchan’s little friend, I remember you!”

Jaehyun Jeong blows out, breathing the distinct taste of liquor over your lips. With ease he brings you to a keg filling up a red cup before you can utter ‘no thank you’.

“Jungwoo said you’d be coming.” He smirks, with added bounce in his brow. Plastic cup placed in your hand clinking against a glass bottle he’d been holding on to. He makes no effort to conceal his gaze, drinking you up head to toe. Dimples sinking in deeper as he does so. “No wonder he sounded so nervous.”

“Excuse me?” You ask. Distracted by the golden bubbling liquid in your cup. Pressing your lips together to mask disgust from the strong scent emitting.

“You’ve grown up a lot since I last recall.” Jaehyun slurs a bit. Snaking his arm around your waist until you’re pressed to his side. “Ah, he should have taken his chance when he had one.”

“What are y—“

“Jaehyun!” Jungwoo’s stomping between the throng of bodies making the kitchen almost claustrophobic. He looks annoyed, even angry. Ramming through with wide shoulders hard enough for people to drop their drinks. “The hell do you think you’re doing?”

Shoving at his friends shoulder roughly, enough for Jaehyun to stumble back a bit. Jungwoo takes in the awkward position you’ve ended up in. Somehow finding you stuck in someone's hold yet again. Beer splashes from the cup you’re gripping. Jaehyun pulling you in tighter. Chest flush against your back sending a chill down your spine.

“Jungwoo! Dude! Did you get taller?!” Jaehyun’s cheeks brighten up. Smile reaching past his eyes. Unaware of how inebriated he is, he steps forward smashing your body between his and Jungwoo’s as he embraces him. Going on about how he can barely reach him anymore.

Jungwoo grunts from the impact, spacing his hips away from your stomach with balled up fists. The cup in your hand jerks around, spilling down the center of your dress.

“Damnit Jae” Jungwoo grumbles. Pushing his drunk friend off your back whose too oblivious to notice what his actions have caused.

“Your little girlfriends all grown up! Better watch out cause I’m single again you know.” Jungwoo stiffens, trying to ask if you’re okay. Glaring at Jaehyun past your shoulder, he leans over to grab a stack of paper towels. Mouthing a ‘shut up!’ at his friend.

“Let’s go outside, there’s too many people in here!” Jungwoo nods to glass sliding doors exiting toward the backyard. Helping you turn, throwing a middle finger up to his friend as you head out.

“I swear everyone has a pool around here except me.” You follow him outside. Pressed together too uncomfortably for how warm of a night it is. Spring brought rolling heat waves this year, misery whenever a space lacked central air.

“That’s why you never learned how to swim.” Jungwoo smiles softly. Hand paused as he attempts to clean beer from your dress. “Uh..these are for you.”

“Oh thanks.” You groan trying to dab off the evident stain forming. Disgusted by the pungent scent of cheap alcohol stuck on you. Skin sticky underneath where beer and sweat have melded together. “I should just go. I smell like shit now.”

Jungwoo’s brows wrinkle together, upset. Mouth opening and shutting trying to come up with an excuse to stay. “I-I..can raid Jae’s room for a shirt you can change into?”

Letting out an exhausted sigh you shrug, thinking over why you even bothered trying to look nice tonight. As if Jungwoo cares, evidently all you are is ‘Sungchan’s little friend’. Wracking your brain repeating Jaehyun’s mention of a girlfriend. Of course Jungwoo had someone, why you clung to a shred of hope still was beyond your capability to understand, clearly.

“I’m just going to head out.” You mutter under your breath. Dropping the wad of filthy paper towels into a trash can full of plastic cups. “I’ll see ya around.”

“What? No! I’ll walk you!” Jungwoo sticks to your side. Palm scorching where he places it on your lower back to direct you through the backyard exit.

“You really don’t have to! All your friends are probably so excited to see you!”

Jungwoo slows down a bit as you enter the street. Jaehyun’s families house all the way at the center of the cul de sac. The walk over no more than 13 minutes or so. It’s not as if you’d get lost on your own.

“Are you not excited to see me?” He mumbles the question. Dropping his hand from your back to bury into the pockets of his jeans. Shoulders bunching up as if to hide himself.

“What? Of c-course I am!” You stammer a bit anxiously. Glancing around swiftly realizing you’re alone with Jungwoo. No Sungchan around to cut the tense atmosphere with idiotic commentary. “I just..don’t you want to catch up with your friends?”

“You’re my friend.” Jungwoo clears his throat. Rolling his shoulders back into a rod-like stance. Walking with a confident stride along next to you. “..and we haven’t talked much in.. what? Two years now?”

“Yea..” you whisper. Biting back the urge to throw in a ‘whose fault is that?’ Like a sweltering punch to his gut.

“We have a lot to talk about.” Jungwoo interjects. Snapping his fingers ahead of you. “Like.. you still can’t swim?!”

“Hey!” Your loose hands slap at his flat stomach. Nearly choking on your spit from how hard his abdomen felt. “It’s n-not that easy!”

“Ah, see if I was here all summer I could teach you, easily.”

“What makes you think that? I’m terrified of being submerged under water for longer than a few seconds.”

“You also used to be scared of heights.” Jungwoo reminds you with a wink. “Until I helped you conquer those monkey bars. Just like I caught you back then, trust me I’d never let you drown in a 10 foot pool.”

“..you remember that?”

Jungwoo’s eyes shoot open in offense. “What? Of course I remember! If you hadn’t been wailing like a sloth, how else would I have found you hanging for dear life 5 feet off the ground.”

“Like a sloth?!”

Jungwoo laughs mimicking your childish cries and the way you kicked at him. “Come on! It was so cute! Who knew you’d end up latching onto me like velcro after that.”

“Yea yea..”

6 blocks later, you fall into a comfortable silence. Jungwoo’s arm swings by yours over and over again, walking you home. Fingers skim between yours until he sucks down a deep breath. Threading between your digits to clasp your hands together. Adam's apple visibly bobbing up and down, flitting his eyes up to the sky. Steps treading lightly as he comes to a stop in front of his house.

“I have to be honest.” Jungwoo’s gaze averts to your feet. Continuing to swing your hands about nervously. “About what Jaehyun said earlier..”

“Oh..” your fingers twitch. Slowly drawing away from his hold. “About your girlfriend?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend!” Jungwoo’s grip tightens. Yanking you too close on accident from panic. “He..fuck, this is harder than I thought it’d be.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself to me..”

“No no! It’s just..” Jungwoo stutters between deep breaths. Nose twitching before he sets his gaze on yours. “I’m an idiot! When you told me you liked me..”

“Please, let's not bring that up.”

“No, listen!” Jungwoo grabs your other hand. Looping your arms around his slim waist. He cups your face just as you’re about to duck. “I wanted to say this back then. I wanted to tell you the truth! I’ve always liked you, more than I should.”

“Why would you say that?” You ask, trying to move away again. Chest caving in when Jungwoo’s arms flex to keep you in place.

“Because you were still too young.” He proceeds to confess, extending his fingers to rub circles over your chin. “It didn’t feel right still.. I wanted to wait.”

“You couldn’t have told me that?? I’ve berated myself for two years over how stupid I was.”

“I’m sorry. I should have called, but I didn’t want you to wait for me..” Jungwoo sighs. Hunching lower to graze the tip of his nose down the crease formed on your forehead. “I said I would.. I felt so dumb after that. That the girl I pined over in secret for years had to tell me she likes me. I’m a coward.”

“Do you mean that?” You still hesitate. Jungwoo’s lips are only centimeters apart from yours. Every breath he takes plays at your lips like soft sugary cotton candy. Tempting and sweet, dissolving too fast, leaving you craving for more.

“Mean every single word.” He licks at his top lip. The back of his tongue catching on your cupids bow. Breath lodging at contact. “Sorry I—“

Pushing up on your toes, your lips smash against his. Sloppier than you’d dreamt of your first kiss with Jungwoo to go. Gathering his shirt between your palms, you deepen the kiss. His words fading into sounds of wet smacking. Mouth hung open for his tongue to penetrate, taste around the inside of your mouth.

It’s different kissing someone you like, knowing they like you back. More feral, trying to burrow deep inside Jungwoo’s mouth. Fill his throat up, lick everything down to his insides. The two of you struggling to take in air between your noses fighting for space. Twirling your tongues together building up to vibrating moans.

Jungwoo’s palms lower, gripping at your waist, making way down to your ass. He’s groaning louder, pelvic bone near your stomach. Angling his hips to meet your torso. His cock hardening already, rushed to fast excitement from years of holding back what he’s wanted to do for so long now.

“Fuck. That’s..” Jungwoo sucks in your lower lip. Mumbling words between. His own now plump, coated in residue of gloss from yours. “God I’ve waited to do that for so long now.”

Me too, you think, licking at your top lip to savor his faint taste. Breath still minty from sucking on altoids on the walk home. Lips pillowy, soft enough to land on and immediately drift into deep slumber.

“Do you..” He keeps moving up your face. Peppering kisses along your brow bone, cheekbone, the bridge of your nose. “Wanna come inside for a bit?

You nod more instinctively, letting Jungwoo lead you through the front entrance of his house. Quietly shushing you as he tiptoed ahead past the living room where the TV blared loudly.

Giving a cautious look down the hallway, he gestures for you to get inside his room. Clicking the door shut as quietly as possible, making sure to lock it, just in case.

“We have to be quiet..” he returns to your mouth. Pressing distracting hot wet kisses, shifting you to walk backwards until the backs of your knees meet the edge of his bed. Your stomach flutters, sinking down with Jungwoo climbing onto your lap. Taking control over your weakened movements with his palms settling on your neck. He gives you a light squeeze as he draws back.

“Can you do that? Can you stay quiet for me?” He questions you sincerely. Rolling his hips in a circle against your lap to feel how hard he is.

“I’ll be quiet, promise.” You whimper. Dropping back with Jungwoo’s palms pushing your shoulders back. Head landing on stacked pillows that expel a faded scent of shampoo and roses. Dizzied by how Jungwoo’s everywhere. Unbuttoning your dress. Caressing his way down to your underwear.

He sits up twisting the hem of his shirt with a thumb. Throwing it off somewhere just as quick. Instagram photos served no justice to his physique up close.

With a gulp you reach to trace between the crevices of his defined abdominal muscles. Belly button twitching as you rub down the thin trail of hair disappearing past the zipper of his jeans.

“Is this really happening?” You hear the words, it even sounds like your voice. Jungwoo picks up your hand dragging your fingertips across his swollen lips. Chuckling when you stare at him in a drunk daze.

“Doesn’t feel real yet, right?” He swoops down, licking between your breasts down to just above the elastic of your underwear. Teeth biting at the fabric to shimmy them free from your lower half.

Frustrated by your panties sticking to your core, Jungwoo wastes no time to rip them down. Pussy folds attach to the material sinfully. Enough to drop his face between your thighs with a growl.

“Fuck fuck.” He practically cries sucking on your clit. Tongue expertly rolling your engorged nerves side to side. Stimulating each one with his slippery mouth. “Tastes so good. Just like I knew you would.”

Jungwoo’s growls reverberate up to your sternum. Thrusting down and riding his tongue to breech past your tight entrance. You thrash up commanding him to wiggle in deeper. Breathing in through his nose against your clit. His face shakes, shooting pangs of pleasure down your limbs.

“Jungwoo!!” You whimper. Wrinkling your eyes shut to control a cry from breaking free.

“Shh, my parents will hear you.” He grabs a throw pillow, demonstrating for you to bite down on it. Shoving the corner at your lips until you’re inhaling nothing but cushion. Drooling copious amounts of saliva trying to control your need to scream.

Jungwoo returns to lap between your folds, sucking eagerly at each. Working his tongue between the crevices and dips. Coating your cunt with saliva, wadding up spit to lubricate you even more. As if wetness hadn’t already seeped down past your rim to his bedding forming a massive dark spot beneath your ass.

His arm darts out to the bedside nightstand, withdrawing a shiny small familiar packet with some effort. Taking a hold of his wrist you shake your head with a demanding ‘no’.

He stops with surprise, tugging the pillow from your mouth. The lower half of his face beaming with all types of wetness. “Are you sure?”

Quickly whispering exchanges that you’re both clean, you settle him between your spread open thighs. “Need to feel you. All of you.”

Holding onto the base of his length, Jungwoo prods at your folds. Directing the tip of his cock side to side teasingly. Having to slap your hand across your mouth when he shoves half-way deep suddenly. Slipping through your gushing heat. It’s loud from the lack of your vocals. Squishy and wet, squeezing out around his thick penetrating size. Fat enough to ache all the way to the bottom of your spine. You bite at the inside of your hand to suppress a cry.

“Feel good? Doesn’t hurt right?” Jungwoo whimpers against the shell of your ear. Stirring his lower half experimentally, stretching your cunt open. Hips pull back, thrown down at a frantic pace. Pointed thrusts filling you up each time. Grunting through his teeth from how hard you make it, pussy clung on his length with each drawback.

“Mmmpphh..” you nod best you can. Clasping your hand over your mouth to the best of your weakened ability. Balls smack against your ass roughly, Jungwoo taking your lack of response as a ‘no’. Using all of his lower half to slam in faster, deeper. Struggling to hold back his groans from how tight your walls wrap around his length in a suffocating manner.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven.” He whines. Tone coming out more pitchy than he’d like.

“Jung-jungwoo..” you mewl, releasing your jaw to beg for a kiss with pouty lips. Moaning as his nose knocks into yours roughly. Too lost fucking you in earnest to make the kiss good. Kitten licking messily at each other between your teeth clinking.

Knuckles dragging along wood interrupt your moans. Echoing around the room with a strike of fear. Panicking instantly with widened eyes, you shake like a leaf caught in the wind. Jungwoo splaying his palm over your mouth with a ‘shhh’ before you can get a word out.

“Hyung? Did you get home okay?” It’s Sungchan’s muted voice behind the door. The door handle sounds a bit as he tries to open the door. Your hips squirm, grasping at Jungwoo’s slender waist nervously. Requesting with a pathetic pleading stare for him to not say anything.

Jungwoo grunts, throwing his lower half against yours with heightened speed. The bed creaks with each shift of your bodies, twisting your stomach in knots. Your back springs up in arch, clenching around his length. Sungchan knocks again- “Hyung? Is everything okay? Did you drink too much?”

Jungwoo’s nostrils flare, applying pressure to your jaw. Using his hold over your mouth to aid his thrusts. Burying inside to the hilt he slows down to an excruciating grind until your eyelashes fan up in a shudder.

“I’m fine Sungchannie!” He gets out, ending in a growl. The tip of his cock kissing at your cervix with a change of angle. Your thighs squeeze, kicking at his calves for mercy. Whimpering under his hand as he only rolls his hips full of intent, wishing for you to break. Gargling up a much too loud moan when he hits just right.

“Shhh…w-what did I tell you baby?” His hands slips, shoving his thumb between your parted lips. “Just need something to suck on to keep you quiet don’t you?”

You nod rapidly, neck straining to wrap your lips around his digit. Laving and slurping up the wads of drool trying to escape from the corners of your lips.

“So good, listening like a good girl should.” Throatily groaning, his other hand wraps around your neck. Leveraging his upper half, crushing around your throat.

The constricting grasp on your throat floods down to your gut. Spiraling the familiar feeling of climax. With a bite down on his thumb your hips twist up. Pulsating around the size lodged deep inside you.

“Fuck!” You cry around him louder than you’re supposed to. Unable to stop a few tears from dripping down your temple. Crushing waves of intense orgasm roll up your spine. Leaving your legs trembling all the more as Jungwoo’s thrusts grow erratic chasing his own release.

Sloppily pumping in balls deep, only managing to pull out just as the tip of his cock begins to leak. Exploding hot white ropes of cum to the middle of your torso. Some landing right in your navel. Squirming under his heaving figure from how it tickles.

“God that was..”

Jungwoo collapses flat at your side in a daze losing his train of thought. Chest rising at a speedy pace trying to catch his breath. Silently muttering curses to himself. A sense of something stronger than relief washing over the both of you. He pats at the bed in search of your hand, slinking his fingers back between yours. Resting for a few minutes as you both enjoy the steamy thick airs embrace.

“I should leave, before everyone wakes up.” You mumble sleepily. Post orgasmic high finally coming down. Tingly all over still enjoying how the cum dried up on your stomach feels. “I can already picture your moms interrogation.”

Sitting up, you button shut your now even dirtier dress. A shower too tempting with alcohol and other bodily fluids rubbed on your skin.

“That’s true.” Jungwoo drapes one of his jackets around you, helping your arms slot inside before quietly leading you to the hallway. “You know I don’t plan to keep this a secret right?”

“What.. what do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m telling my mom, and Sungchan.” Jungwoo smiles large. Stroking up and down your sides before adjusting your weight to press against him. “Actually, I’ll be texting Jaehyun first, and slotting my foot up his ass next time I see him.”

“Going to tell him you spent the night with your little girlfriend huh?”

Jungwoo huffs a laugh, pecking your forehead and nodding. A door at the other side of the hallway opening disrupts your banter.

Sungchan’s stepping out of his room, eyes still half shut and crusted over. Waking up this early only to relieve his bladder. Yawning and ruffling his bed hair as he looks around before double taking. He lands on you with a look of horror, fully realizing you're trapped in Jungwoo’s arms. Jaw slowly sliding lower and lower until everything clicks together.

“Aw man, not my brother and my best friend.” Sungchan grimaces, fake gagging. Jungwoo only holding you closer to his chest, dropping his nose against your throat, holding back a laugh. “Come on guys! You were fucking last night weren’t you?! God, that’s nasty! I’m traumatized now! Gross.”

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renjun x reader (feat. haechan)

The one where you use Haechan to make Renjun jealous, successfully.

genre: smut; word count: 4.5k+

warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, smut, thigh riding

a/n: this was totally a gift for @multihoe-net​ . This was a beast to finish so I really hope you all enjoy it!

“Isn’t seven minutes in heaven like a game from high school?”

“Stop being a baby. If you didn’t like the idea, you wouldn’t have put your name in.”

“All you guys are just looking forward to finally getting some action.”

“She says, as if she’s getting action on the daily.”

You sit back and watch the scene in front of you unravel. Any other party, any other day, you wouldn’t have bothered to take part of the stupid game. But what could it hurt? At this point, you have nothing to lose. Maybe you’d walk away with a new potential lover. Maybe you’d finally get Renjun’s attention.

It’s stupid really. You invited Renjun to the party, hoping he’d realize all he was missing out on shutting himself up in study rooms all the time. He takes school very seriously. You guess, if your major was aeronautical engineering, you would too. The boy is smart. Less so when it came to emotions, or specifically, the blaring crush you’ve had on him since your freshman English class. 

He wasn’t always like this though. Back then, you recall one of the things that drew you to him was the way he connected with people, with words, and with art. The poems he wrote for that English class were deep and meaningful, even the teacher asked him if he wanted to submit some of them for publication. And you were lucky enough to be paired with him for your presentations, equally splitting the parts and working together, his friendship practically fell into your lap. And as you watched him pour his heart out onto paper, you grew to like him. Really like him. 

Up until this past year, he was your ongoing study date, Chinese takeout over textbooks an often occurrence. Back then, you could easily convince him to take a break, head down with you to the pool for breaks, sometimes a walk around the quad to get some fresh air. You’d never experienced the butterflies, the goosebumps. You’d never looked forward to seeing someone again right after you just left them. Not before Renjun.

Now, as you pursue your arts degree, Renjun, his science degree, you’ve had to be more intentional. And you were growing tired of being the only one going out of your way. Bringing him lunch, texting him to make sure he was doing okay, it seemed to be all in vain. Especially lately, he would take two days to respond to any of your texts. 

Losing him at this party was the nail in the coffin. You’d invited him, and now he was nowhere to be found, not caring to tell you where he ran off to. And that was how you fell into this convenient game of seven minutes in heaven. 

“You ready?” A hand extends in front of you.

“Wait, huh?” You glance up to see Haechan. You don’t remember how exactly you met, but once upon a time, you had a class together. He flirts with you just about as much as he flirts with any other girl in his vicinity. Despite being a player, he balances it well with being a polite, good person. He’s the kind of guy that’d screw you senseless one night, but then help carry your books to class the next day.

“It’s your lucky day! While your head was off in wonderland, your name got called with mine.”

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Honey and Milk

Summary: Your stepbrother teaches you how to kiss. 

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Yandere Kim Taehyung

Based on this request: 

Warnings: implied murder, manipulation, pseudo-incest, corruption kink, overprotective! tae, innocent oc, dub con, implied non con (somnophilia), explicit smut (dom! taehyung, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, handjob, implied sub drop etc.), yandere behaviour

Word Count: 4.8K 

His bedsheets smelled like the summer breeze. Crisp, clean and warm, as though they were still fluttering on the washing line outside. Yet, in the sun’s absence, the celestial moon hung in the night sky. A crescent, akin to the sliced oranges arranged like flower petals on your plate, courtesy of your mother.  

It was placed within arm’s reach, on the nightstand, as you laid on your stepbrother’s bed. Your mother’s head peeked around the door and left it ajar before she pitter pattered away. You watched him study while your parents were watching a black and white movie downstairs. Taehyung hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, the lamp on his desk casting a golden glow upon his features.

Just like the facts written in his textbook, your stepbrother’s beauty was irrefutable. You saw glimpses of his father, in the curve of his jaw and his lips. You had never met his mother prior to her death but you had seen the grainy, coloured pictures preserved in a family photo album. He had his mother’s eyes.

Standing side by side, Taehyung and you looked nothing alike. It used to bewilder people until they understood that your relationship grew from nurture rather than nature. However, even if you were related by blood, nothing guaranteed that you’d win the genetic lottery like he did. Living in a country plagued with unrealistic beauty standards and lookism, your stepbrother was always put on a pedestal for his beauty. A halo surrounded him wherever he went and perhaps, it was difficult to not think of him as an angel when he looked like something entirely out of this world.

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