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✨FIFTY SHADES OF PAINT – h.r.j.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – huang renjun x female!reader

genre – smut, fluffish, angsty, a bit of crack | non-idol!au, best friends!au

warnings – artist!renjun, tiktoker!reader, unprotected sex, grinding, mild spanking, marking, oral (f. receiving), fingering, temperature play (kinda? cold paint so ig), nipple piercings, nipple play, one-sided pining

word count – 17.339 words (oOP i’m so sorry)

summary – teaming up for an artsy tiktok trend with your best friend should be a fun and wholesome experience. but when it quickly turns into paint wars, you and renjun find yourselves involved in a rather messy situation, especially if your innocent video turns out going viral for all the wrong reasons.

note – so, ig i’m back. and with an actually really unnecessarily long and dramatic fic, irdk how i managed to write so much lmao. sorry for taking so long to come up with a new fic but i’m struggling –aside from writer’s block– and i haven’t been able to spend that much time actually writing. also, i’m so late, this isn’t even trendy anymore, but who cares right? this probably has a lot of mistakes so i apologize in advance. a big thanks to one of my friends, @fanficbitchwhowriteskpop​​, who helped me A LOT while writing this, both with the ideas and the editing (of the gif and the fic). iLY SIS♥️ anyway, i really hope you guys enjoy it and both the long wait and long length are worth it:’) feedback is greatly appreciated!

“so let me get this clear. you want me to paint your ass and legs to leave them imprinted on a canvas?” renjun brought the hand that was holding his brush down, turning to look at you, disturbed. “a new, perfectly clean canvas?”  

“gosh, are you even paying attention to what i’m saying?” you sighed, ready to throw hands at the boy in front of you. “i clearly remember saying asscheeks, legs and foot.”

“of course, how could i forget your foot? i’m sorry, my bad,” rolling his eyes, your best friend turned his attention back to finishing up the base of his next painting. “is that it or am i forgetting some other relevant piece of information?”

“nope, that’s basically it.”

“why would you even want to do that? it’s so much work for literally nothing,” he frowned, not getting the point of it all, “and also a waste of so much expensive, good-quality paint.”

how could people actually think this was a good idea? for fuck’s sake, we’re in the middle of a pandemic and they still go out of their way to throw money away. just like that. it really didn’t make a single bit of sense in his head.

“i already told you, it’s for a tiktok trend: the body art challenge.”

of course such a stupid idea had to come from tiktok, he thought sourly.

don’t get him wrong, though. on a normal day, renjun would be the first to slip on a tight cheerleader uniform and shake his pom poms for you while screaming at the top of his lungs the cringiest chant he could come up with on the spot. he was basically your number one fan, the most loyal friend you could have gotten yourself. and that was one of the reasons why the irritated boy in front of you was your best friend.

renjun still remembered that one time you decided you wanted to try skating for the first time.

it had all started on a summer day, the sun shined brightly in the clear blue sky when your group of friends decided to get together at the nearby skate park and enjoy the beautiful day together. per usual, renjun and you walked together, chatting cheerfully about your plans for the day, excitement running through your veins as you sped up your pace to reach the park quicker. your attention was set on renjun the whole way there, smiling happily at him as you bobbed your head at his words, until you reached your destination.

your best friend watched as your eyes sparkled at the sight of johnny and yangyang doing tricks with their new skateboards, fascination making your jaw hang open.

renjun didn’t need to take another look at your face to know this wasn’t a good idea. actually, he was certain it wasn’t going to end well for you; skating was a risky activity and you could end up hurt if you weren’t careful. but since you seemed so excited to learn, he didn’t have the heart to convince you not to. so, instead of listening to what his head was trying to tell him, he followed his heart and encouraged you to give the sport a shot. 

later that day, renjun took you to the mall to buy your first skateboard, promising to come up with an original design to personalize it so it wasn’t plain and boring. and since a promise made is a debt unpaid, he spent the next few days locked inside the art studio one of his older friends, moon taeil, owned. the boy didn’t come out of there until he had forgotten what human interaction looked like and a worthy sketch was messily drawn on a stray sheet of paper he found lying around. 

a few days later, the back of your new skateboard had pretty sunflowers painted all over the wood, delicate strokes of the brush bringing the flowers to life. although you never got to know the reason why he settled on that specific design, you were more than happy with the result. and it may or may not have had something to do with the shades of yellow, the meaning behind his last name and his secret hopes of said color reminding you of him. but renjun would never say that outloud.

unsurprisingly, you ended up with a broken arm and a couple of scars adorning your legs. quite honestly, it was a small price to pay as nothing could be compared to the wound the whole situation left in your self-esteem.

that was solid evidence that supporting even your stupidest ideas wasn’t something renjun was unused to. the difference between your usual nonsensical ideas and this body art thing you wanted his help with was, precisely, the 'art' part of it. it was the first time renjun felt you were truly willing to give art another try after years of convincing yourself it wasn’t your thing, that not everyone had the same creative vision nor passion as your talented best friend. 

but the sole thought of having to waste such a considerable amount of paint –because painting half of your body would most definitely require at least a couple of tubes of expensive paint he had just bought not even a week ago– on such a meaningless idea was making renjun cringe. 

he refused to believe people actually tried this, even less enjoyed the process.

“why do people do this anyway?”

“to give it to their partners as a gift,” you offered with a sheepish smile. “don’t say it! i know i don’t have one, okay?” you whined, cute pout on your lips, as the boy opened his mouth to state facts only, but you interrupted before he could utter a word. “i just thought it’d be fun, y’know?”

renjun quirked a well-defined brow at that, arms folded as he stared at you with an unamused look on his face. the staring contest your best friend and you were taking part in only lasted a brief moment, but it actually felt like a couple of years had gone by. breaking eye contact, he shook his head disapprovingly before taking the freshly painted canvas from the wooden easel and placing it on the table to let it dry.

“and what do you plan on doing with the big ass painting of your butt?” he questioned, carefully examining your face as he walked closer to your standing figure, looking for a reaction that could give away your true intentions. “gift it to jaehyun?”

the name of your –ex, renjun reminded himself– fuck buddy ended up sounding slightly more spiteful than he intended, but truth is, your best friend didn’t like him one bit. and the fact that despite officially dropping said label months ago you still met jaehyun from time to time to fulfill your sexual needs always managed to ruin the younger boy’s day.

naturally, being the naive person you were, you never really understood why renjun disliked the man so much. but even if your best friend's eyesight wasn’t the best –and he should probably get glasses at some point in time–, he still had it pretty clear.

jaehyun was considerably taller than renjun; he had the perfect height for you to bury your face on his chest with his strong arms around you. oh right, the man was also way stronger than tiny, lanky huang renjun; while your best friend spent hours working inside tail’s art studio, jaehyun spent the same amount of time, if not more, training at the gym. aside from that, jaehyun had undeniable good looks; silky hair, peach-colored lips, charming dimples, flawless skin, enchanting vampire-like canines and a lovely smile.

and as if that wasn’t enough, jaehyun was just the type of guy you offered your heart to. you liked attractive men who promised you the moon and the stars just to take them all away when you were only an inch away from their reach.

throughout your weird relationship with jung jaehyun, renjun was able to pick up on a lot of little details you were unaware of, and most of them raised huge red flags inside the boy’s head.

to start off, the guy was supposed to be your friend, so the minimum renjun expected from him was to actually care about you. but the asshole didn’t and wasn’t afraid of showing it. your best friend couldn’t believe how you didn’t notice the way jaehyun would only check on you whenever he wanted his dick wet. he would constantly erase himself from the face of earth just to pop up out of nowhere and pretend he was never gone. his absence was pretty evident to anyone with two perfectly working eyes. 

overall, jung jaehyun wasn’t a nice guy and was actually pretty far from being one.

for these and many other reasons, it made renjun’s blood boil to see you run back into his arms every single time with a sweet smile on your lips and your heart in hand.

thinking about all of that was making a wave of anger wash over renjun’s body for no reason… well, he did have reasons. 

you were his best friend, his favorite person in the whole world and beyond –because of course, there’s life out there even if we can’t see it yet–, so it was only natural to feel protective over you. after all, he only wanted the best for you. he did know his best friend title gave him zero rights to tell you what –or more like who– you could and couldn’t do, but it still didn’t stop the boy from feeling irked.

why couldn’t you see jaehyun wasn’t good for you? 

sometimes renjun wished you could see things from his point of view. he wished you could realize jaehyun was just using you for his own personal gain and spare yourself from heartbreak. you got easily attached to anyone who did as much as offer you a small smile in the middle of the street, and renjun had seen way too many times your heart getting broken by people who didn’t even deserve to have it in the first place. and it pained him every single time it happened, probably more than it should.

“w-what?” you blinked in confusion, face burning, “no? why would i?”

“i don’t know, why would you?” he spat defiantly, biting so hard on the inside of his cheek the skin tore under the pressure.

renjun didn’t want… no, scratch that. he wasn’t going to help if it meant that fucker was going to have a constant reminder of what your ass looked like.

no way in fucking hell.

“i just,” you sighed, “i just wanted to try it out. i don’t know what i’ll do with it yet, but i’ll figure it out later, okay? i promise,” you tried to convince him, a pleading look on your face.

in all honesty, you just wanted to do something that could potentially make renjun happy. 

sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t trying hard enough to enjoy his hobbies or at the very least share them with him; like you weren’t showing enough interest in what he was passionate about. and it hurt you, it truly did. it hurt you to see him put up with the stupidest shit just to make you happy, and the fact that renjun might feel like you couldn’t even do the same for him made you feel even worse. 

you were tired of feeling like a bad best friend. 

so when the tiktok of a random girl trying the body art challenge made its way into your ‘for you page’, you thought it somehow was a sign sent from above.

it was the perfect excuse to start engaging in activities renjun loved, in this case art, without having to admit to his face the reason behind your sudden interest in accompanying him to the art studio for the first time in a while. because that would be truly embarrassing.

an image of renjun staring blankly at you as he wondered with disappointment how could you be so dumb made your stomach churn uncomfortably.

an image of renjun staring blankly at you as he wondered with disappointment how could you be so dumb made your stomach churn uncomfortably.

“this is straight up stupid,” renjun snarled, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. 

as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he shouldn’t have said them and immediately regretted being so rude to you. the disappointment flashing on your eyes as you once again tried to reason with him made his heart clench painfully. a tired sigh left your lips, mouth curving downwards as you stared at the ground, hopelessness making your chest feel heavy.

why was he being so difficult?

all the determination you had mustered before walking up to renjun’s door was beginning to tremble at the boy’s resistance and you wondered if maybe you should have just tried something else instead.

no.

you couldn’t give up that easily. you hadn’t walked all the way to the studio for nothing. you had one purpose and you weren’t backing down until you could check off ‘get your head out of your ass and be a better sister from another mister’ from your bucket list.

you had to show renjun you truly cared about your friendship, that you wanted to be a reason for him to look forward to everyday. and most importantly, you wanted your best friend to remember you fondly whenever he did the things that made a smile etch on his face and his ears warm with excitement.

you had been so excited the night before as you watched the girl from the tiktok show the end results, you needed to bring back that same lively spirit and convince renjun to give into you. so, repeating those last few words in your head, you managed to push your frustration as far back into your mind as you could. 

so, you decided to try again, this time approaching the situation with another tactic you were sure would work. 

one thing you had slowly come to know over the years as your friendship with renjun grew stronger was that he liked coming off as tough to people so nobody would pick on his short height. but you knew better than that. 

huang renjun was a complete softy on the inside. 

and you could definitely use that to your advantage. 

with a feigned gloomy look on your face and crocodile tears welling on the edges of your eyes, you clinged onto him, hugging his waist as tightly as you could while letting out tiny sniffles to soften his heart.

“but injunnie, it’s art! i thought you’d get it… you’re the artistic one, remember?” 

a hushed ‘fuck’ against the top of your head almost made your whole facade break down into pieces, so you buried your face into the crook of his neck to stifle the laughs that were starting to bubble on your chest. his body felt all warm and cozy against yours, and you couldn’t stop yourself from humming in contentment. 

you genuinely cherished moments like this one, where you found yourself wrapped in renjun’s body warmth, his arms around you as his head rested on top of yours. it felt comforting, like you were in your safespace and no one nor anything could ever hurt you while you were in the boy’s embrace.

at least one of you felt comforted.

meanwhile, being so close to you as he held you in his arms always managed to mess with his feelings. your proximity made him sick to the stomach… although that could also be the chipotle bowl he had for lunch, those beans always upset his tummy… 

but it wasn't only his stomach that reacted weirdly, his heart did too. it was like the organ had been running a marathon and was crossing the finish line, but had accidentally tripped over its feet and ended up landing face first into the ground. 

“y’know?” you mumbled, lifting your head to look at his face, and renjun hummed, turning his attention back to you… as if it hadn’t always been on you. “you smell like home.”

renjun felt his whole face heat up, the warmth making the tip of his ears turn a cute shade of red before spreading down his neck and chest. your words seemed to have also made him forget how to breathe properly because his breath suddenly became uneven.

your best friend was about to have a heart attack and you were still completely oblivious.

“were you sniffing me? what the fuck, y/n?” he pulled away with a gasp, shaking his head in disbelief.

“so what?” you shrugged, arms following his body to pull him back into you as he took a few steps back. “well, maybe. but that’s not even important. the real question here is where did you get that perfume? i wanna buy one so i can spray it over the shirt i stole from you to sleep comfy womfy once again.”

“stop it, you’re embarrassing me,” renjun whined as he swatted your hands away whenever they came too close to his body, trying to keep a space between you two.

“how can i embarrass you if there’s literally no one but us?” it was now your turn to roll your eyes. “come on,” you drew out the ‘on’ with a pout before continuing, “i just want some love.”

you don’t know what you want, renjun thought, but kept his mouth shut.

your best friend grumbled when you finally managed to engulf him in another choking-tight hug, giving up on trying to push you away. when you snuggled closer, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up in a small smile and he eventually relaxed against you, letting his arms snake around you.

he was truly a softy. but only for you.

there, as you laid your head on his shoulder, renjun thought you didn’t need to smell like home to make him feel at home. because even if you smelled like a coffee shop with your coffee and vanilla perfume, you still reminded him of you two sitting on your unmade bed with a fluffy blanket over your legs on a rainy day, a nice movie playing on the background as a cup of ramen warmed your cold noses and you talked about everything and anything.

you were home. the only home renjun wanted to come back to every day.

your tactic had turned out to be more effective than you had initially anticipated, since not only renjun but you too completely forgot everything about the petty argument over stupid ideas, tiktok and jung jaehyun. 

finally, you could breathe in peace without fearing suffocation.

as a comfortable silence fell over your mingled form, you pondered if you should try your luck and bring up the question once again. this time it seemed like renjun wasn’t going to react as harshly since you had already asked before, so it wasn’t news. and well, now you were going to really think about the way to approach the situation before opening your big mouth to not drop bombshells and catch him off guard.

“so…” you started, voice mindfully quiet, careful not to poke at the sleeping tiger between your arms. “can you, mayhaps, help me out… with the painting process?” 

patiently, you waited for your best friend’s reaction before continuing. closing your eyes and focusing all your attention on the boy’s breathing, you tried to decipher his emotions. his chest heaved with every inhale and exhale, but it never changed its rate. it always stayed steady, coming in through his nose before slipping past his parted lips and tickling your forehead.

“i know you think it’s stupid… but i thought it’d be really fun if we tried it together… like, y’know, bonding time?” you continued almost in a whisper as your arms tightened their grip around his waist.

his left arm dropped from around you and it almost made you think he was going to push you away for the tenth time up until that moment, but he didn’t. instead, renjun used his slender fingers to softly comb your hair out of your face as a deep sigh left his chest. your best friend let his fingers mindlessly toy with the strands of hair before dropping to the squishy flesh of your cheeks, drawing circles with his thumb as he thought of your words. 

the words ‘bonding time' did sound appealing, and the boy almost found himself agreeing to help just so he could have a justification to be unnecessarily close to you. if you were the one asking, who was he to deny you?

a coward. that’s what renjun was. and everyone else could tell but you.

renjun was terrified of his feelings for you. he didn't know exactly how to describe them and less so how to classify them, but he was hundred percent sure best friends weren’t supposed to feel about the other the way he did towards you. 

the boy didn’t like the way his hands turned clammy whenever you held them, or the way an overwhelming sense of happiness spread across his body at the sight of you and your pretty smile. he was terrified of the funny feelings in his stomach at the sound of your laughter and the warmth of your hand. 

renjun was so scared of what he was feeling that he had stayed up all night more times than he could remember trying to forget the smell of your coconut shampoo and your favorite flavor of gummy bears that you only shared with him. 

so rather than dealing with it like the grown man he was, he chose to be a coward and pretend those feelings weren’t there, hoping they would go away as abruptly as they had appeared.

clearing his throat as if it would help clear his mind, he poked your cheek before speaking.

“so you’re showing off your flat ass on tiktok for what, clout?” renjun questioned, brows arched in incredulity, “and you’re not even getting paid for all the hustle and bustle? i thought i raised you better than that!”

a breath you didn’t know were holding made its way past your lips and you scoffed loudly, intentionally stepping your foot over his to reach his height.

“first of all, fine. you can say my ass is flat all you want, but that doesn’t change the fact that i’ve caught you countless times staring at it,” you retorted as you pointed an accusatory finger at him, a smug smirk plastered across your face. “and second of all, i will get paid for it.”

“whatever,” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment. “either way, we both know it won’t even be enough money to make up for all the paint wasted.”

“i’ll think of something. stop being salty about it, dude.”

renjun bickered quietly, pressing his red cheek against your forehead lovingly.

it was proving so difficult not to give into you. and he was also running out of excuses.

“can’t you ask any of your girl friends?” 

the idea of laying hands on those delicate patches of skin you wanted him to cover in paint, so close to forbidden areas, made his body tingle.

as mark twain once said, there is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.

and so it was getting exponentially harder for renjun not to crave what he knew was out of his reach.

you.

everytime you would turn around or bend down to pick up whatever item you had accidentally dropped, his eyes found their way to your ass. that plump, soft-looking ass of yours. that same ass that had given him some of the most awkward boners during his high school years.

sometimes he wondered if you did it on purpose, if you could tell your effect on him no matter how much he tried not to show the crimson hue covering his cheeks or his fumbling fingers.

“you’re not giving up just yet, are you?” renjun felt your head shake against his body as you were now the one trying to push him away.

“you haven’t given up on the tiktok thing either, so you can’t really blame me for trying,” he shrugged, not letting you go. he didn’t want to break the hug just yet, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms.

how he wished you could stay like this forever.

“anyway, i did. and they’re all busy,” you pouted, eyebrows scrunched in discontent. “hayoon has a date tonight with that guy from her philosophy class, jiah and miyoung are going to a party to find someone to take home tonight and iseul has plans with her new boyfriend. they forgot ‘sisters before misters’ real quick,” you sighed, “and besides, i don’t have any more friends.”

lie.

both of you knew that was totally not true. you had plenty of friends, most of them as batshit crazy as you. therefore you had plenty of options to choose from. 

so, if you had so many friends, why weren’t you asking them instead?

as if reading his mind, you narrowed your eyes, furiously shaking your head to show your complete and utter disagreement.

“hell nah, renjun, you know i can’t just ask them!”

by them, you meant your other friends. your other guy friends to be more precise.

while you two had different groups of friends in the beginning, you had managed to slowly but surely bring them together into a single, giant one of more than twenty people.

it wasn’t until you realized you had been unknowingly sharing for months two of your closest friends, donghyuck and jaemin, that renjun and you decided to actively try to merge both of the social circles together. and, before you knew it, one casual hangout at the local karaoke turned into sleepovers at chenle’s mansion and a strong friendship between the two groups.

to this day, you wondered how you hadn’t noticed renjun visiting jaemin's flat every other day or playing video games with donghyuck until ungodly hours before bumping into the three boys at an arcade you usually visited with kunhang, jisung, jungwoo, mark and lucas.

it really is a small world.

regardless of how you had met them, it was only natural you wouldn’t feel comfortable being exposed to people who weren't your girl friends. or him, for that matter. renjun himself felt pretty uncomfortable taking his shirt off in front of someone else, so he could only imagine how you would feel if you had to take your pants off under the stare of one of the guys.

either way, renjun didn’t want you to ask them either.

“alright, i guess i’ll help then” renjun agreed hesitantly and you gave his butt a few slaps to replicate clapping noises, satisfied.

his mouth fell open with shock as he finally managed to push you away. “okay, stop that. who gave you permission to touch me?”

“can i touch you?”

“n-no!” he shrieked, his high-pitched tone making you laugh.

“why not?!” you protested with a groan, “you let jaemin spank your bum bum all the time but then i can’t do the same?”

your best friend cringed at the mention of the boy’s name. you had a point though, it was true that –most of the time– jaemin had the green light to touch him as he pleased. at this point in the friendship, renjun didn’t really mind, he had come to terms with the fact that that was just how jaemin was.

the taller boy was an affectionate person by nature. skinship was his thing and it only felt natural for him to express affection and appreciation through big bear hugs, pats on the head or back, hand holding and sometimes even kisses on the cheek. and truthfully, renjun was used to it, even if sometimes he pretended to be annoyed by it. he understood people had different love languages and that was just jaemin’s. 

and so was yours.

but with you it was different. a completely different story. 

jaemin wasn’t you. and you weren’t jaemin.

“that’s different. and never say ‘bum bum’ in front of me ever again.”

“i don’t get how so, but i guess i’ll have to try again,” you sighed tiredly as if you were starting to lose your patience. “can i get your blessing to smack your fat ass as well, kind sir?”

for a millisecond, renjun wondered if you were into spanking. although you were pretty open regarding your sexual life, you had never talked to him about your kinks or your turn ons. and your best friend couldn’t deny the curiosity he felt whenever said topic was brought up on your group chat.

it was only natural to think jaehyun's kinks would rub off on you after so much time being each other's go-to booty call. after all, he did seem like the type of guy that would enjoy bending you over his lap with your skirt scrunched up above your waist and spanking your ass until your buttcheeks turned a pretty shade of red.

his lips pursed realizing jung jaehyun, once again, managed to slip into his head.

“fuck you.”

the words stumbled out of his mouth before realizing he had just given you thumbs up to annoy him further.

“whenever you’re ready, baby boy,” you winked jokingly, twirling a strand of hair in your index finger in a flirtatious manner and blowing exaggerated smooches.

the boy gulped nervously, the reddish hue returning to his cheeks as his body heated up at the suggestive pet name.

“i’m already regretting agreeing to be your friend.”

“you love me, tho.”

did he?

renjun would do anything for you. like climbing up a 23 feet tree to untangle your handmade kite to bring it back to you safe and sound. or helping you bake five hundred cookies until 4 am for a charity event at the local retirement home because you didn’t want to give the old people living there cold cookies. or sneaking out of his room on a school night during your senior year of high school to buy his monthly allowance worth of snacks for a spontaneous sleepover at yours after getting your heart broken for the first time.

no matter the time or day, he would always be there for you whenever you needed him.

so, to answer the question: yes, renjun loved you without a doubt. and in more ways than one.

but it was only that, fraternal and uniquely platonic love.

do not confuse love with love love, though. it’s not the same.

after all, best friends are supposed to love each other, right?

“what size of canvas do you need?”

his weak attempt to change the direction of the conversation was enough to distract you from his lack of response. it also bought him some time for his heart to get back to its normal rate.

“uhm,” you thought for a couple of seconds, pondering over the question, “i don’t know? i guess one big enough to fit all of my lower body.”

“you can choose the colors you wanna use while i look for one, then.”

renjun sighed anxiously as he entered the storage room filled with newly bought canvases and other art supplies to look for the right materials for your tiktok. of all the times he had been there, this was the first time he regretted ever stepping a foot on it. he felt somewhat trapped, like a wild animal locked in a cage, desperate to break free and run away. but ditching you was not an option, renjun decided as his eyes searched around the place for a window he could reach to no avail.

discarding that idea, he browsed the room. he tried to relax, breathing deeply to calm his nerves as he grabbed paint brushes, different colors of paint just in case you needed more and the right sized canvas.

you sat on the stool closest to renjun’s drying canvas, waiting patiently for your best friend to come back, with two tubes of paint by your side: a brand new tube of white paint and the black one he used previously. he didn’t dare comment on your weird choice of color as he walked out of the small room, settling with just knowing enough to help himself out of the situation. 

“here, i think this should fit,” renjun swallowed his nerves and approached you, canvas in hand.

you looked up from your phone as you heard his voice, nodding before taking the canvas out of his grip to inspect it, making sure it was big enough to fit you. of course you wouldn’t want to ruin the art studio’s materials for nothing… it was totally not because taeil would beat your ass if he found out you messed up his precious art supplies. and you were sure you couldn’t count on renjun to cover for you. he would most likely hand you over to your death himself.

humming in approval, you propped it on the easel renjun had used to paint his own canvas, preparing the area for the mess you were about to make.

pressing the red cross button on the bottom of the tiktok app, you began filming the first clip of your video, introducing the trend to your future viewers and showing the materials you were going to need to recreate the viral video you had stumbled across earlier that day. 

with his back leaning against the opposite wall, renjun admired you from his place, fingers playing with the hem of his jacket, and he almost instantly forgot why he was so nervous in the first place. 

renjun wasn’t able to stop the warm feeling from spreading across his chest at your gleaming face, and he tried to ingrain the image into his brain to recreate it on his sketchbook once he got home. he observed your little mannerisms that he always thought were cute; how you nibbled your lip in concentration, how you tilted your head to the side and slightly closed your left eye more than the other as you tried to decipher how to open the cap of the paint tube in your hand. 

a faint chuckle slipped past his lips as he let you struggle just a bit more.

once he had decided you had had enough, he pushed himself off of the wall, eyes always rooted to you as he took a seat on the stool you had previously occupied.

“lonjin, i need some assistance here,” you glanced back with a frustrated expression on your face as you heard his footsteps, tightly gripping the tube of white paint in your hand.

“seriously? now you can’t even open a cap?” your best friend teased, resting his chin on his hand. “how old are you? five?”

“okay, you just literally attacked me for no reason. no need to be so mean, you asshole,” you grunted. “remember you used to believe cold brew was actually called gold brew? ridiculous right?”

when renjun’s expression fell from his face and he let out a huff, annoyed that you were bringing up such an embarrassing memory, you knew you had won.

“yeah, that’s what i thought. now come here and open this thing for me.”

“saying ‘please’ from time to time isn’t gonna kill you. you should try it more often,” renjun mumbled, taking the aluminum container from you.

“just hurry up,” you hushed him, wanting him to open the stubborn tube of paint already.

in the blink of an eye, renjun had managed to achieve what you had spent at least ten minutes trying without any success. your mouth fell open as you stared at the white substance peeking out from the orifice of the now open tube. 

“you’re welcome.”

complaining under your breath, you walked back to the wooden easel with the tube in hand. you squeezed some paint into the canvas and used a brush you found lying somewhere around the place to spread the substance. 

stroke by stroke, the light beige color of the fabric disappeared under a layer of white, leaving behind a clean background to work with. you were surprised by how easily the brush slid from left to right with each wide flick of your wrist, and you found yourself feeling an inexplicable peace of mind the more you got into it. as you reached for more paint, you finally got to understand why renjun enjoyed art so much.

painting was extremely therapeutic. and also such a great hobby, if you were being honest.

you sighed in delight, not noticing the dumb smile and heart eyes adorning your best friend’s face. renjun could watch you paint all day long and not even one little complaint would fly out of his mouth. he wouldn’t mind either the pain on his backside from sitting still for so many hours if it meant he would get to see his favorite person and his favorite pastime in the same picture.

taking out his phone carefully, he sneakily took a photo of your concentrated state and it took all of his self control not to renew the wallpaper right then and there.

“i think i’m done with the paint.”

renjun nearly fell off his seat, startled, as your voice cut the peaceful silence that had engulfed the room. he wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he was left alone with his thoughts, but he guessed it must have been a while since you seemed to be done already.

the long forgotten anxiety from before made such an abrupt return that realization of the meaning behind your words hit renjun like a bucket of cold water. as he watched you prepare your canvas, he had completely disregarded the whole point of it all. 

his fingers fidgeted nervously as you stared at him, waiting for the boy to tell you what to do next.

“we can use a blow dryer to help the paint dry faster,” renjun explained, foot anxiously tapping against the wooden floor. “or do you wanna wait? it may take a while though.” 

“i don’t think i wanna wait that long. where do you keep the blow dryer you were talking about?”

“in the blue plastic bin at the bottom left corner,” he jerked his chin to indicate the white storage shelf on your right. “there are two actually. bring them both so i can help too.”

as you looked through the contents of the box, renjun laid old newspapers on the floor to prevent any possible stains before carefully picking up your canvas and placing it in the middle of the covered area. 

you and your best friend spent the next thirty minutes sitting on the floor, using the hot air from your respective hairdryer to dry the freshly painted canvas while ‘into you’ by ariana grande played at full blast in the background. the mixed noises muffled the sound of your voices that softly followed along with the song, heads bobbing and fingers tapping to the rhythm of the music.

his nerves eased a bit as he focused on the singer’s voice instead of the thoughts intruding into his head.

once the paint was completely dry, you put away the blow dryers and left the used brush on a glass of clean water to get the paint off of it.

well shit.

it was time for the most awkward part of the whole challenge: the body painting.

“let’s get this over with quickly, shall we?” renjun let out a defeated sigh, a hand coming to ruffle his hair. “turn around.”

with an excited chirp, you obeyed, turning to face the other way before tugging down your leggings and carelessly kicking them away from you along with your shoes to avoid getting them stained with paint.

renjun sucked in a breath at the sight in front of him, gulping hard as his cheeks flushed a bright pink color. your plush ass, on full display, looked as soft as ever, and he had to restrain himself from squeezing a cheek in his hand. the pretty black thong barely covering your sensitive parts from his prying eyes was not helping his situation either, but only making him dizzy.

stop, that’s your best friend for goodness sake, renjun tried to remind himself.

you were his annoying, loudmouth best friend. the same person he had seen bawl their eyes out to coco, only having watched the last ten minutes of the movie; the same person he had seen blackout drunk, sprawled all over the floor as they chatted with a plant; the same person he had to take care of after eating spoiled food for a stupid dare in high school.

shit, this was so wrong. 

of all people, renjun was the one supposed to see you for more than just an attractive individual, to turn blind eye to your obvious pretty face and sweet personality and pretend it didn’t make his breath falter and his heart quicken.

“dude, what are you waiting for? the room is cold as fuck and i’m literally freezing to death,” you whined, furrowing your eyebrows. your legs were starting to feel numb and you were already ready to get back into your pants.

renjun reached for the black paint and a thick paintbrush before stumbling towards you. opening the cap, he kneeled behind you and squeezed three pumps of paint onto your upper thighs. he gulped, hand shaking as he brought it closer to your body. 

carefully, renjun began spreading the cold substance over the expanse of your legs with the brush, making you squirm at the tickling feeling. instead of snapping at you for moving around too much, he grabbed you by your hip, forcing you still.

“stay still,” he grumbled quietly from behind you.

“sorry, it tickles,” you bit your fist to prevent giggles from escaping you, trying your best not to thrash under the uncomfortable touch of the paintbrush.

renjun watched your muscles on your thigh tense up under the touch of the brush bristles, body instinctively moving away from the tool.

soon, the back of your lower body was covered in a nice layer of paint from your butt to just above the knee. you had gotten used to the tickling feeling of the brush and didn’t mind it anymore, so you had stopped wiggling under his grip, helping renjun paint the skin fairly quickly. there was still a big portion of your legs he hadn’t painted yet and the black paint tube was already halfway empty, so renjun had been right all along about needing more than just a single tube. 

sitting back on his heels, he let his hand rest for a second before looking for more paint. 

in the meantime, his eyes roamed curiously down your body, counting little moles he hadn’t noticed were there before. a quiet chuckle bubbled in his chest as he found one of the scars you had gotten during the skateboarding incident. without much thinking, his fingers caressed the mark in your calf as memories from that time popped on his mind.

“why are you stopping? the paint is gonna dry and we’ll have to start all over again,” your voice snapped him out of his daze making him nearly bump his head with your backside.

“y-yeah, i’m sorry,” renjun mumbled, stumbling to his feet to get the other tubes of black paint. 

the boy moved around the room clumsily, almost knocking over the glass of water mixed with paint residue as he reached for the black labeled white tube. the red and black jacket he had worn to shield himself from the chilly weather no longer felt comfortable against his hot skin, so in one swift movement the piece of clothing was ripped from his body and thrown somewhere on the table.

in less than a second, renjun was back on his knees and ready to cover the remaining section of your legs in black.

you pretended you didn’t catch a glimpse of his toned abdomen as he got rid of the jacket, grabbing your phone instead just to find a couple messages from your friend.

from hendraryシ, 19:03 pm: did you get renjun to help you w that artsy tiktok?

from you, 19:16 pm: yep, he’s painting my legs rn

from hendraryシ︎, 19:17 pm: noice;)

deciding not to waste time opening the message to let kunhang know you had read it, you opted to open the black and white icon saved in your ‘social media’ folder.

while your best friend was busy enough not to notice, you pointed the phone down at the leg he was currently working on, making sure to get a good shot of the painting process without exposing yourself more than necessary. you really didn’t want to attract any creeps. though you tried not to make it obvious that he was in frame, renjun quickly noticed, looking up to throw you a glare and bringing the hand holding the paint tube over his face to cover himself.

“don’t be annoying,” he growled, clearly not happy with making an appearance on the video even if it was only for a few seconds.

oof, someone’s a little moody, you thought, putting the device down to not anger him further.

“but i have to show the whole process so other people can try it too! you do know how a trend works, right?”

“yeah yeah, whatever you say.”

renjun’s hands alternated between squeezing paint on your body and spreading said substance, setting a steady rhythm that allowed him to paint the rest of your body without letting the patches already covered in black dry just yet. 

focusing on maintaining the tempo, he forced himself to keep his mind away from how smooth the skin of your legs felt whenever his hand accidentally brushed against it, or how the pitch black paint you had chosen matched your underwear.

“don’t you have a mirror laying somewhere around here?” you broke the silence, eyes wandering around every corner of the room in search of the mentioned object.

“i used to have one, but jisung broke the mirror we had at the dorms. so i don’t anymore.”

that kid, always breaking things.

you sighed, not surprised at all.

“can you take a picture then? i wanna make sure everything is nice and covered in paint,” you requested, fingers furiously typing on your phone.

“your phone or…?” renjun asked slowly, staring at the matching baby pink phone case you and kunhang had gotten as a friendship amulet the last time you had been at the fair with your friends.

initially, he had thought you were keeping the device close by and risking splattering paint all over it for the sole purpose of getting good shots of every part of the process. but the fast tapping of your fingers against the screen made it seem like you were texting someone and, if the look on your face meant something, you probably weren’t giving it up anytime soon.

renjun could only hope the person answering your messages wasn’t jaehyun.

“just use yours,” you shrugged carelessly, not bothering to look up from the device. “i won’t say anything if you keep the pictures anyway.”

a sudden coughing fit forced renjun to lean his upper body forward and bring his hands to his knees for support. his face heated up as he tried to breathe properly again. he couldn’t believe you had said that so naturally as if it was a normal thing for best friends to keep semi-nude pictures of the other on their phone.

“a-are you crazy?! how can you say shit like that so casually?”

he should have known better than to befriend a random stranger wandering outside of a walmart at 2:38 am.

renjun wiped his hand on the damp towel he used to clean paint stains before pulling his phone out of his back pocket, opening the camera and taking a few shots of your backside for you to see. handing you the device, he waited for you to give him thumbs up.

you muttered a ‘perfect’ before carefully approaching the white canvas laid on the floor.

“help me?” he took both of your hands in his, leaning his body slightly backwards so you could sit down without either hurting yourself nor ruing the canvas. “be careful and do it slowly,” you dragged the ‘o’ to make sure he understood correctly before throwing a half-joking, half-serious threat. “if you drop me i’ll kill you.”

“i know.”

once you were fully seated, you stayed still to let the paint stick to the fabric without smearing it. 

while you waited, you glanced up at your best friend, scanning his figure for lack of a better thing to do. the boy, who stood just in front of you, stared at something on his phone, entranced. the squishy cheeks you came to know and adore looked less doughy, which made his face look sharper and more mature, and his legs, slim beneath the baggy cloth of his sweatpants, appeared longer than ever from your place on the floor. 

renjun looked taller from that angle, and you weren’t going to lie, he looked pretty hot towering over you.

“you don’t seem 5’7 from here,” you hummed, satisfied with your observation, before your face lit up as a thought popped into your head. “you look like that daddy-longlegs spider i found on wikipedia that time we were searching for information on walruses.”

you snorted once you saw the sour look that took over his face.

you weren’t wrong when you thought this would be a fun activity to try out with your grumpy best friend.

“i’m just kidding,” you raised your hands in defence, “can you help me up now? please?”

slipping his phone back inside his pocket with a grunt, renjun took a step on each side of the canvas before putting his hands under your armpits to lift you up. setting you aside, he stared intently at the now black and white canvas.

he gulped, all the blood in his body rushed south and onto his dick, leaving him feeling lightheaded. his breathing suddenly got heavier as his eyes skimmed down the imprint of your plump ass and smooth legs.

the angel on his shoulder tried to fight the devil whispering in his ear to keep his eyes fixed on the painting, and it took every drop of self control in his body to tear his gaze from the canvas. the photo he took of your painted legs flashed behind his closed eyelids and he cursed himself for wearing sweatpants.

his mind ran wild with thoughts of your big doe eyes staring up at him, just like you had minutes ago as you innocently joked about his height, this time with his cock between your lips. his nostrils flared with a shaky intake of air as your tongue swept over the underside, teasing the vein. 

renjun could almost hear your little sounds of pleasure, and if he didn’t know you were cleaning yourself with the damp cloth he had previously used, completely oblivious to the growing tent in his sweats, he would have swore they were real.

he almost bit his tongue when the thought of you, spread out across a table, fingers desperately running over your dripping hole before going to squeeze your breasts and making the skin of your chest glisten with your arousal, invaded his head. and he had to gingerly adjust himself in his pants, length resting against his hip with the tip held only by the waistband, to make his own arousal less noticeable.

the little problem inside his pants didn’t go unnoticed by his best friend’s curious eyes that were studying the look of utter devastation on his face before dropping lower.

suddenly, it no longer matter that the painting was still incomplete or how cold you felt without your leggings on.

there were far more important things to take care of.

“oh my god, so you’re telling me all this time i’ve been teasing you about liking my ass, you actually did? i was right all along?” you gasped in mock surprise, mischief shining in your eyes and a smirk playing on the side of your lips.

renjun’s head snapped up just to lock eyes with you. panic invaded his face, making the tips of his ears turn red in embarrassment, and he quickly looked down, heartbeat so erratic his body went numb.

oh no. oh no. oh no, no, no, no, no.

this couldn’t be possibly happening.

“i can explain.”

“can you?” you pressed, using a finger to lift his chin and stare straight into his eyes with a challenging look on your face. “what is it then, renjun? use your big boy words.”

you bit the inside of your cheek trying not to snort. the boy looked petrified, face pale as if he had just seen a ghost. his pink lips parted as his brain tried to untangle the jumble of thoughts that was his head, but not a sound came out. 

“uh, yeah, i-i can. the thing is, well, your legs… yeah, your legs were, uhm, really soft and i think you're, yknow, really pretty… not like you didn't know that before, but, uh, yeah. i'm sorry,” struggling to find his words, your best friend apologized, visibly mortified. his head hung low and his fingers scratched the fabric of his black sweatpants, afraid that looking at you would only worsen everything. “i’m genuinely sorry.”

hearing his voice, dripping with so much guilt, almost made you regret teasing him.

key word: almost.

his features hardened as you coughed to cover the small giggles that broke past your pursed lips. his fists clenched in anger, skin prickling with humiliation as he silently stared at your cackling form.

renjun had to get out of this hellhole. fast.

“no! wait!” you rushed after him, grabbing him by the forearms before he could reach for his jacket to prevent him from leaving. what left you instead was your previous playful demeanor. “don’t go. i’m sorry for teasing you.”

your best friend kept his eyes glued to his shoes, still refusing to face you.

concern took over your face as renjun tried to snatch his arms out of your grasp, taking a step back to get away. and you stumbled forward from the force, nails digging into the flesh of his arm to both keep yourself from falling to the ground and force him still.

the boy looked like a distressed kitten lashing out with its sharp claws to make a threat back off.

his arm burned where your hands touched, and his erection twitched from the confines of his briefs at how soft and small they looked compared to his.

he needed to get away from you and the art studio. to go somewhere, anywhere, and forget this ever happened. the very last thing he needed right now was for you to touch him.

your proximity was unnerving and only added fuel to the fire.

“let me go.”

“no. if i let you go, you'll hide in your room and avoid me like the plague.”

shit, now he needed another plan.

“injun, that’s completely normal,” you reassured him, “i’d actually feel offended if you didn’t find me attractive enough to pop one,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

by now, you knew how your best friend felt about the situation. but, how did you feel? if the wetness starting to pool in your panties served as some kind of indicator, you could confidently say renjun wasn’t the only one affected. now that you thought of it, the outline of his clothed length was starting to look enticing…

“we can work through this, okay? you don’t need to run away from me,” you took a tentative step forward, fingers subconsciously squeezing him tighter.

he gulped.

if what it took to make renjun feel comfortable in his skin was for you to expose yourself and be in the spotlight, then that was exactly what you were going to do.

here goes nothing, you thought.

“also, it's not like i’ve never gotten a lady boner in front of you,” you offered with a sheepish smile.

renjun wondered how many times he had had you on his lap, acting as if nothing happened, all the while your panties were soaked in your juices.  he wondered how many times you had felt so needy that you just wanted to grind against his thigh and get off by using your best friend’s body. or the countless times he had cuddled you on his bed, hugging your body close to his, that you wished he would fuck your frustrations away instead of forcing you to sit through hours of bad movies and random netflix shows.

how many opportunities he had unknowingly missed.

“you what?” his lips formed an ‘o’, “really?”

the surprised laugh he let out made you smile.

“i mean, yeah. believe it or not, this girl gets horny too. besides, it’s your fault for being so hot,” you pouted, poking him with your finger like you usually did.

he giggled like a child in a candy shop, grabbing his tummy where you stabbed him. his eyes shined as he held eye contact with you, feeling bold, and his pinkish cheeks wore a big grin.

cute.

“we can make fun of me together if that makes you feel any better. just please, stay with me.”

relief washed over his body, and he thanked every existing deity he could think of for shoving such an understanding into his life.

maybe being your friend wasn’t that bad anymore.

“thanks for not making it weird,” he offered you a grateful half smile and you just brushed it off.

“don’t thank me, friends are supposed to help one another. so, can i touch you now? please?”

renjun groaned when he noticed the way your thighs squeezed together, rubbing against each other to feel at least a tiny pleasurable sensation. his body leaned into yours almost automatically, as if it knew how to react to your advances like the back of his hand. he felt cold once your hands fell from his forearms, but it didn’t last long as one arm repositioned itself around his shoulders.

with your free hand, you tugged at the cloth of his shirt, silently asking to take it off. your best friend caught onto your intentions fairly quickly, parting away from you before pulling the piece of clothing off of his body. your hands caressed the smooth skin of his chest and abdomen and you bit your lip, enjoying how his toned muscles felt under your touch.

you took your sweet time feeling him up, letting your hand travel from his belly button up yo his shoulders and then to his jaw, delicately cupping his face. renjun’s bigger hand came to rest on top of yours, holding it to his warm, rosey cheek, and pressing his forehead to yours.

you looked up, surprised by the touch, to find renjun already looking at you. his eyes looked darker than you had ever seen before, chocolate orbs now an overwhelming pitch black. his unwavering gaze on you had you frozen in place, unable to break eye contact, as you waited impatiently for his next move.

when you noticed the way he eyed your lips, licking his to wet them, anticipation began building up in your stomach, making your breath quicken. in your trance, you didn’t realize how close your faces had gotten until you dared look down at his inviting, pink lips, minty breath fanning over your cheeks. you were so close his lips brushed against yours, noses touching in an eskimo kiss.

seeing as you didn’t back away from his advances, renjun slowly leaned in, head slightly tilted to the side and your eyes fell closed automatically. heart beating at an alarming rate, renjun copied your actions, closing his eyes tightly before eliminating the small space between your lips. next thing you both knew, your mouths had crashed together into a hesitant kiss.

renjun hoped you wouldn’t notice his nervousness, afraid of making you feel obliged to kiss back only to protect him –and his heart– from inevitable rejection. he couldn’t help but wonder if he was being too pushy, if maybe kisses weren’t something you just gave away to random people –and although renjun wasn’t a simple anyone to you, he still was just your best friend–, but only to the ones you offered your heart to. he couldn’t help but wonder if what he had just done was going to be the infamous bite of the forbidden fruit that would cost him expulsion from the eden that was your life.

thoughts twirled around his mind, making his eyes shoot open in panic to see yours tightly closed, face scrunched up. his stomach fell to his feet, regret bubbling in his chest as he realized he had crossed a line he wasn’t supposed to.

as renjun was about to pull away and apologize for misreading the situation, your arms snaked around his neck, hugging him closer. his soul came back to his body making him relax under your touch, a relieved sigh leaving his lips.

the combination of the minty taste of your toothpaste and the strawberry chapstick you put on all the time was addicting, and renjun found himself quickly falling for it. he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you happily accepted, parting your lips for him. the boy wasted no time invading the wet cavern, eager to taste more of you.

the kiss was slowly but surely turning more passionate as his hands felt your body and your own pulled him closer by the cheek. unlike other kisses you had shared with people throughout your life, this one was sweeter. the both of you were taking your time exploring one another, engraving in your brains everything about the other, enjoying the moment instead of rushing it. your tongues weren’t battling for dominance, but sharing it. shocks of electricity shot through your bodies, making you cling to the other, not wanting to let go so soon despite your lungs screaming for air.

once you finally decided to pull away from each other's lips to catch some air, his lips trailed down from your mouth to your cheek, to your jaw and down your neck to your collarbones. he softly kissed the protruding bones, before sucking rosey bruises that were soon to turn purple. your hands moved from around his neck to entangle in his hair, playing with the hairs at the back of his head, quiet moans escaping your lips.

you couldn’t believe how the boy that just a day prior was fighting you for the last gummy bear was the same person who was making you feel so good, so cared for and loved.

fingers toyed with the hem of your sweater, slightly tugging at it as he backed away from you just enough to look at your face. his sweet rosey cheeks and glossy eyes staring right back at yours stirred something within you that pushed you to impulsively rid yourself of the now annoying piece of clothing.

you watched as your best friend choked on spit, roughly coughing and punching his chest desperately as he fought for air. shock washed over his flushed face as his wide eyes gawked at your bare chest adorned with two pierced nipples, drool almost falling from the corner of his mouth.

“holy shit.”

questions swirled inside renjun’s bicolor head at such a rapid rate it was taking his brain longer than usual to process what his eyes were seeing.

renjun stood frozen, eyes fixed on your body and you shrinked under his intense stare, face burning with self-consciousness as you fought against the urge to cover yourself.

stuck on your internal battle, you didn’t notice the fucked out expression that had replaced the initial shock once he had processed what those tiny metal things were, nor the way his body reacted to them, pants tightening and feeling uncomfortably restrictive the more he stared at them.

“stop staring at me like i have three tits and touch me already.”

“i’m sorry, it’s just,” he wrecked his brain searching for the right words, still starstruck by the new discovery. “you look breathtaking.”

the sincerity behind his words took you by surprise. this wasn’t the first time your best friend had complimented you and yet this time something felt… different.

not a single one of your past hookups had wasted more than a few seconds taking in the sight of your body, like they were trying to memorize even the smallest of details. none of them had looked at you with so much admiration and genuine appreciation like renjun, your best friend.

“shut up, you're making me feel all weird,” you mumbled, looking away.

“just so you know, i mean it,” renjun offered with a smile, eyes turning into crescent moons.

and you could tell he did.

not even the bright artificial lights that illuminated the art studio could hide the way his face glowed under the moonlight, reflecting the way his heart fluttered from the inside of his chest.

you were such a pretty sight to see. even with your hair ruffled from taking off your top in such a hurry, lips swollen and glistening with spit, you still managed to make him weak in the knees.

without a second thought, renjun attached his mouth to one of your nipples, tongue eagerly lapping and swirling around it. he moaned loudly when the cold metal came in contact with his wet muscle, and the boy had to grind his length against your side to release some tension.

your hands dug into his hair, tugging slightly whenever his teeths scraped the sensitive bud, always careful not to hurt you. each pull of your fingers only pushed him to suck harder, grunting as he squeezed the other boob in his hand. he then released your nipple with a pop and switched to the other. as his mouth worked, he pinched the nub, rolling it between his index finger and thumb.

you were so wet already you could feel your juices running down your inner thighs. and renjun was no better; precum oozed from the red tip of his cock, making a dark spot form in the crotch of his sweatpants.

grabbing him by the shoulders, you pulled him up to connect your lips in a needy kiss, pressing your hips into his.

“do you think i could, uh,” suddenly feeling shy, renjun hesitated to ask, taking a step back to look at your face while rubbing the back of his head bashfully, “would you let me go down on you?”

your face lit up, eyes sparkling under the lights of the art studio, reflecting the whole universe on them, as if he was the one who hung the moon and the stars in the sky.

a small smile formed on his face as you turned your body around without a word, supporting yourself on the table before glancing back at him with an impatient expression.

this time, as he was allowed to stare, renjun enjoyed the view.

“please.”

renjun was quick to kneel behind you, forcing your legs apart, warm palms gripping your cheeks to keep them spread, ready to shove his tongue between your legs. your fingers curled into fists, excitement pooling at the pit of your stomach and making your body feel on fire.

your body trembled, thighs quivering, when the wet muscle licked a stripe up your clothed core, nose buried between your asscheeks. spit and arousal dampened the cloth, making it stick uncomfortably to your lower lips.

before you could protest, teeth sunk into the clothed flesh. a shiver ran down your spine at the same time your stomach did a somersault, and renjun had to hold you still by wrapping his arms around your thighs to stop your body from shaking.

“r-renjun,” you moaned shakily and he only grunted in response, lapping over your aching pussy, clenching pathetically around nothing. “please, do something already.”

his confidence skyrocketed the moment you mewled his name, your voice dripping with desire and sounding so dirty yet so sexy. he shifted uncomfortably from his place on the floor, and not exactly for how sore his knees were starting to feel. the way your body reacted to his touch, arousal completely soaking your panties and ruining them for good as your hips pushed back into his mouth for more, had his hips subconsciously humping the air.

“but i was having so much fun,” renjun sighed, seemingly disappointed. but he wasn’t able to fool you; you could feel his smile against your skin.

though that pretty smile of his didn’t last long, it fell really quick with a simple –rather rough– tug of his silky brunette and blond locks.

“ouch!” the boy whimpered, reaching a hand to sooth the sharp pain coursing through his scalp, “jeez, woman.”

you heard a low mumble of ‘so damn violent’ that renjun had probably hoped was quiet enough for your ear to be not able to catch it. but since the place was completely deserted of people other than your best friend and you, his words could be easily heard in the silence of the night.

“so now i am the violent one?”

so now he was going to pretend he didn’t almost choke one of his friends for stealing one, just one, of his thousands of tea bags?

you rolled your eyes, scoffing a little at your friend’s hypocrisy.

for the second time, he reached for your underwear, this time with the intention of getting rid of it. you felt the ruined cloth run down your legs until it was left pooling around your ankles. renjun sucked on a shaky breath, pupils blown wide with raw desire, as his fingers uncovered your soping core. his tongue, suddenly heavy in his mouth, gave your slit a tentative lick, and a throaty groan got stuck in its way out at the taste.

sweet.

that’s how you tasted. sweet like a cup of homemade hot chocolate, three marshmallows floating on the surface, crushed candy canes melting at the heat; sweet like one of those cherry lollipops you used to suck on when you both were in high school –an image that would haunt him until the beginning of his adult years in form of wet dreams–; sweet like peaches and cream on a spring day.

his eyes fell closed as his body leaned further into you, hands returning to their place around your thighs and tightening their grip on them. he hummed in content, skilled tongue swiping left and right, not leaving a single spot unattended.

your clit throbbed, desperate for any kind of attention, so one of your hands travelled down your body to press the heel against the bud. although you thought the subtle roll of your hips would go unnoticed, it didn’t, and renjun didn’t like it. the day he had unknowingly been waiting for had finally arrived, and he was determined to make you cum on his own. so, detaching an arm from around your leg, he slipped it between your thighs until he reached your hand, ripping it away from your body in a fast movement.

a squeak got stuck to your throat as his own hand came to replace yours, the pads of his fingers circling over your clit. the jolt of pleasure his touch sent through your body had your now free hand travelling to your breasts, rolling and pinching one of the hardened mounds as sighs escaped your lips.

“s-shit, just like that.”

tongue flattened to give wide strokes, renjun slowly licked your folds, just as he would do while eating ice cream. he ate you out like a starved man on the brink of death, slurping your juices like he was never getting a taste of you ever again.

but, as good as his mouth felt on you, you were dying to feel the burning stretch his digits or cock could provide you. you were going to get just that and you wanted it now; you weren’t going to accept anything less.

“y-your fingers. i need your finger.”

once renjun got back to his feet, his fingers wasted no time in sliding between your swollen folds, gathering all the slickness he could before teasingly pushing them against your entrance. you wiggled your hips, pushing them into him in desperation.

“cut the crap, you fucker,” you grumbled angrily, curling your fingers around his wrist to force his hand closer to where you most needed him.

he must have pitied you, since less than a second later two fingers were shoved into you until they were knuckle deep inside your slippery hole. a throaty groan was heard coming from behind you and you whimpered, finally getting some of the stretch you craved so badly.

renjun thrusted his long digits, curling and scissoring, pumping them into you as he would when fucking you with his cock. if you were so tight around two fingers, he could only imagine how cramped your pussy would feel stuffed full with his cock. he bit his lip at the thought, hardening length pressing to your thigh as his eyes rolled back.

fingertips danced along the expanse of your thigh before lightly scratching the smooth flesh as his other hand fingered you, preparing you to take his full size. with every pump of his fingers he hit deeper inside you, the only purpose on his mind being finding that sweet spot that had you screaming your lungs out. and once he found it, he abused it as he pleased.

“look at me,” renjun demanded, hurrying the pace of his thrusts.

you struggled to keep your eyes open, the upper half of your body twisting uncomfortably as you made an effort to face him.

“come on, look at me.”

you managed to hold his gaze, letting out whimpers.

“i think i’m close,” you breathed, and he instantly withdrew his fingers from your dripping core.

while you tried to catch your breath, his hands went to unbuckle his belt at the speed of light, fingers twitching as his mouth watered at the thought of being inside of you. he let his pants rest on his thighs, not bothering to take them completely off.

in his hurry, he didn’t notice the mischievous look in your eyes.

“cute boxers, by the way.”

of fucking course.

of all days, today was the one he had to slip on his most embarrassing –but favorite– pair of boxers.

but, in his defense, how would he have known someone was going to see them, anyway?

he was supposed to spend his saturday night chilling at the studio, on his own, since taeil had finally trusted him unsupervised with the keys. renjun could have never guessed you were going to tag along now of all times. after all, you had popped out of nowhere as he opened his front door on his way out.

and how could he deny your company when, for the first time, you showed excitement as he told you about this new idea of a painting he had been meaning to try out for a while now?

his face flushed a bright pink color, and the gasp that left his lips quickly turned into an exasperated groan. why did you have to be so annoying? couldn’t you just shut up and let him fuck you in peace?

damn.

“oh my fucking god,” renjun shook his head, eyes closed in humiliation, “ i can’t do this. i quit. i’m leaving.”

“aw, injunnie, don’t be a crybaby,” you giggled sweetly, looking into his deep brown eyes with the best doe eyes you could muster, eager to rile him up. “i’ll pretend i didn’t see the cute moomin pattern on your undies and we can get right back to it as if i had never said anything in the first place.”

“i hate you so fucking much, i’m literally going insane.”

while renjun was too busy complaining to pay you any mind, you approached him and snaked one arm around his shoulders, eyeing the tent on the front of his boxers. the boy flinched, hissing under his breath when you cupped his painfully hard length, slowly beginning to palm him over his clothes. a rush of arousal shot through his body and he twitched in your grip, head falling onto your shoulder in bliss as quiet whines slipped past his lips, finally receiving the pleasure he had been neglected since things got heated.

spitting on your palm, you slid your hand under his boxers and wrapped your lubed fist around his thick length, squeezing the base. his hips writhed under your touch, rutting into your closed hand to get more friction.

“hurry up, i want you inside of me,” you urged him, pumping your hand at a slow pace to lure him into fucking you and the boy almost sighed in relief when you didn’t ask to take him in your mouth. he was more than sure he would bust a nut as soon as your swollen lips wrapped around him from how desperate for your touch he felt.

as much as he wanted to give in to you, renjun couldn’t ignore the way his stomach twisted and turned at the thought of crossing lines best friends weren’t supposed to. if he thought kissing you could change things between you two, he was wrong. even after eating you out, things could come back to where they once were with less of a ruckus, but after sticking his dick inside of you? he wasn't sure he would be able to act normally around you ever again.

this was the last turning point before a road straight to broken friendships.

and heartbreak.

“are you sure you want this? we can stop here, we don’t have to go any further. y’know, this could chang-,” renjun began voicing his worries, but was cut off by your lips against his.

“i know, but i trust you. i care about you and our friendship more than anything in this world, and i wouldn’t have let this go so far if i thought it could break us apart,” your voice was soft, reassuring. “do you trust me? don’t feel pressured, tho, we can always stop here and pretend it never happened.”

renjun didn’t want to pretend tonight never happened.

“i don’t,” your smile faltered, “i trust you.”

your best friend swallowed your relieved sigh, engulfing you in his loving embrace.

soon after, renjun lifted your leg. the head of his cock nudged your sopping core before sliding the whole length of it along your slit to coat himself in your essence, spreading the beds of his own arousal all over your folds. he lined himself with your entrance, feeling the muscles on his abdomen contract as he pushed his hips forward, easing into you with a groan.

his head lolled to the side as he leaned over you, pressing you into the edge of the table for support, body feeling weak from the crushing tightness your warm walls provided.

“t-too tight, fu-fuck.”

chewing on his bottom lip as he sucked in shaky breaths, renjun struggled to stay focused. his cock throbbed as he tried to reach deeper, wanting to be buried to the brim inside you.

whimpers escaped you as you were unable to keep your mouth shut, eyes fixed on the beautiful boy in front of you. his dark brows were scrunched in a frown, eyelids squeezed shut and lips pursed to maintain his sounds at bay, and you wondered how could someone be so angelic and real at the same time.

letting you adjust for a second, he let his other hand caress your sides, focusing on rubbing lovingly circles on your hip with his thumb instead of the squeezing of your walls around him. the soothing feeling of his strokes helped you relax, and you leaned forward to rest your chin on his shoulder with a content hum.

once you felt ready to be ravaged by your best friend, you left a kiss on his neck and a quiet whisper of ‘i’m ready’. he then rocked his hips slowly, allowing you to feel every pulsing vein of his cock as he pushed your walls apart. the pain in your core was nothing more than a burning sensation that soon turned into pure pleasure, and you shifted to meet his thrusts.

“you feel so good,” you breathed against his cheek, lips placing pecks down his jaw, and he bit his lip with satisfaction, a small smile creeping onto his face.

“i know,” his chest filled with pride at your praise.

“if i had known you were gonna get all cocky and act like a jerk, i wouldn’t have said anythi-,” you started, rolling your eyes with a grumble.

but you never got to finish.

as if testing the waters, renjun let his hand spank your asscheek, leaving a –rather delicious– stinge on the abused skin that forced a surprised gasp out of your lips.

“what was that for?” you huffed, digging your nails on his broad shoulders and throwing his way the most annoyed expression you could muster while getting split open by your best friend’s fat dick.

“i just thought you’d be into that, y’know, since you’re into marking and all that stuff.”

“what does that even mean?” you demanded an explanation, angling your elbow in a threatening way so it was ready to prod the boy in the stomach if he had the audacity to comment something similar.  “are you seriously kink-shaming me right now, you little piece of shit?”

as you were reconsidering your whole friendship, renjun only shrugged it off, seemingly entertained.

“take it as you will.”

you squeezed around him in retaliation, the grip almost cutting his blood circulation from how strong it was, and you cursed him under your breath with a frown. renjun didn’t seem to appreciate your attitude, as he decided to drop his grip on your leg and manhandle your body so your back was pressing against his chest.

“don’t fucking try me, y/n.”

the growl that vibrated through his chest sent a shiver down your spine and the humourless tone of his voice made your breath stutter.

“i-i’m sorry,” you offered in a small voice, biting back a whimper.

“hm, that’s what i thought.”

renjun pulled out enough for the head of his cock to be the only part of him remaining inside of you, before slamming back in. your eyes shot open, jaw going slack as his tip hit your cervix. your mind blanked out, any possible thought rushing through your head coming to an abrupt stop.

using your dazed state to his advantage, he reached for the white paint tube you had used earlier.

you sighed, shivering when the cold paint slid down the valley between your breasts. rejun caught it midway with his bare fingers, spreading the paint all over your chest and abdomen, hands fondling your boobs, pinching your sensitive nipples. a pair of soft lips ghosted over the exposed skin of your neck, hot breath making the hairs at the nape of your neck stand up.

hot and cold.

the contrast in temperatures felt intoxicating, leaving your head spinning, mind hazed by the new but not unwelcome feeling.

his fingertips left a trail of fire everywhere they touched, goosebumps arousing on your skin with every sweet stroke. renjun never stopped working his hips, each thrust carefully calculated as to hit your sensitive spot, making you sob in pleasure.

after a few more pumps of paint, your upper body was completely and evenly covered in white, but renjun wasn’t done just yet. he reached for your hands, intertwining your fingers with his and smearing paint all over them as well.

the intimate touch brought you down to earth, making your head snap to the side, brows furrowed with confusion. renjun wasn’t used to holding hands with you, it was a line neither of you were ready to cross just yet. or so you thought.

his hand felt pleasantly warm against yours, and that same warmth spread across your whole body, warming your cheeks in the process. sadly, you didn’t get to enjoy the gentle feeling for too long, since a couple of seconds after initiating the touch his hand left yours to press his palms on the black canvas laying on the table.

with a particularly hard thrust, your body jerked forward. your hands found a new place on each side of his to ground yourself, arms weakly supporting you. his form hovered over your smaller one, forcing his sweaty chest flush against your bare back and squeezing the whole of your upper body into the canvas in the process. your sticky torso smeared white paint all over the black-painted cloth, staining it with the outline of every curve.

his hips never faltered, pounding into you from behind, and he made sure to keep your body immobile against the canvas to not mess up the perfect imprint of your chest.

“fuck me harder,” you cried out, hand covered in dry paint going to grab his forearm. “i need more.”

“what do you mean harder? am i not fucking you hard enough?” renjun scoffed, offended, giving your asscheek another harsh slap.

you pushed yourself up to rest against his body, face sweaty and brows furrowed, and whimpered, panting heavily as your lips searched for his. you wanted to feel him, all of him, closer, deeper. he smiled and connected your lips in a passionate kiss, heart skipping a beat when your hand caressed his cheek lovingly.

your head fell onto his shoulder as renjun began picking his pace, starting to roughly ram his hips into your ass. clapping noises filled the room, both from the way his thighs slammed into yours and from the sporadic spanks, and he swallowed your moans.

renjun tried his best to focus, to hold on a little bit longer and feel you cum around him, squeezing so hard he wasn’t able to move. he breathed deeply, thoughts of you screaming his name as you milked him dry as your face contorted in ecstasy convinced him not to let go just yet. but you were bringing him closer to his limit with every clench of your walls.

sadly, having your hands covered in paint, even if dry, meant none of you was able to attend your clit and speed up your high.

“i’m, f-fuck, i’m close,” renjun announced between ragged breaths, hugging you impossibly closer to his body.

he struggled to breathe like a fish out of the water, and you were sure you would find bruises on your sides from how strongly his fingers were clutching at you.

“i hope your pull out game is strong, bud,” you snickered through gritted teeth, walls fluttering around his cock and drawing a groan from the back of his throat.

for a second, it felt as if you were just playing around with your best friend, like you always did, and if it wasn't for renjun pounding into you from behind, you would have probably teased him further. but you couldn’t think of a sharp-tongued comment to throw his way, or even force more words out of your mouth. not with the way he was making you feel. with every snap of his hips, your chuckles got stuck to your throat, one after another, successfully sealing your mouth shut.

renjun didn’t reply. instead, he grabbed you by the waist, digging his fingers in the soft flesh. his thrusts became sloppier soon after, giving harsher strokes that forced him to reach deeper inside of you. his head came to rest on top of your shoulder, before attaching his mouth to your neck, sucking on the skin only to kitten lick the abused spot afterwards.

it didn’t take long before he forced himself to slip his cock out of your tight, warm insides, letting it rest between your cheeks. renjun swallowed the disappointed whine that was threatening to escape his lips, already missing the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, sucking him in as if you never wanted to let go.

shaking his head to get rid of any thought, renjun turned his attention to the task in hand: his release. putting his hips back to work, he grounded against the plump flesh of your ass. his hard length slid up and down with little to no resistance from the amount of arousal coating it.

eventually, he was able to regain the same pace as before when he was inside of you, slapping noises increasing as the seconds passed. the room was engulfed in a burning heat that had your skin sticky with sweat.

his mouth fell open, small puffs of air slipped past his parted lips, wet tongue darting out to wet over the chapped skin. sweat started forming on his hairline from the effort, some droplets slid down the side of his face from the effort. his arms wrapped around your waist, lips pressed to your jaw, peppering kisses down to your neck as his hips worked ruthlessly, rutting against you as if his life depended on it.

renjun was close, so close to finally bursting, cock throbbing uncontrollably against your wet skin. he could almost taste his release, jaw clenching as he chased after it with every ounce of energy left in his body.

a couple of thrusts later, he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck as spurts of hot, sticky cum painted your lower back, your name mixed with fell from his lips. his hips halted their movements, settling with squeezing yours against the table in front of you and sinking his teeth into the expanse of skin where your shoulder and neck met with a groan.

that was certainly going to leave a mark.

you squeezed your eyes shut, bottom lip caught between teeth, as your head fell back onto his shoulder to give him better access. his lips ghosted over the redish bite mark before letting his nose rub softly against the shell of your ear, leaving one last peck on the area behind your ear.

a couple of seconds was what took renjun to recover from the intense orgasm he had just experienced. feeling out of breath, he dropped most of his weight on you, only holding himself on his forearms to prevent his body from entirely crushing you under him. a huff left your lips, gripping his arms and trying to stand up straight, though it was proving to be harder than you initially thought.

not wanting to appear inconsiderate, your best friend lifted his body from yours.

“come here,” renjun urged you, already back on the floor. excitement coursed through his veins, making his body tremble with a light buzz. his knees were most likely going to be sore later from the rough flooring, but the memory of your sweet taste pushed the thought to the back of his head in less than a second.

so, not wanting to make renjun nor yourself wait any longer, you moved forward, closer to where he was kneeled. he quickly reached for your leg, hooking it over his shoulder so his mouth was scarce inches away from your pussy, before inhaling deeply. you looked down at him as he licked a stripe up your thigh, collecting the juices dripping down your inner thighs with his tongue. his cock twitched from its confinement at the lingering salty taste, a quiet groan falling from his lips. there was something undeniably sexy in tasting himself on you.

his lips closed over your sensitive bud, and your hips jolted forward as he sucked on it, fingers covered in dry white paint falling to his hair for support. he looked up at your face with a grunt, releasing your clit before using the tip of his tongue to rub circles around it. his fingers twitched, aching to feel your wetness once again, but he contained himself, settling with using only his eager mouth.

your back arched back at the pleasure building incredibly fast in your lower belly, your orgasm approaching as fast as it drifted away minutes ago.

“fuck, renjun. don’t stop, i’m so close,” you struggled to get out, full body trembling at the intense rush of arousal flowing through you, the knot in your stomach tied so tightly it was threatening to snap any time now.

obediently, he began sucking harder over your swollen clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before nipping on it. moans continuously broke past your lips, red and swollen from kissing, as his tongue swept between your folds.

praises bubbled inside renjun’s chest. he wanted to tell you how pretty you sounded moaning his name like that, thighs quivering in ecstasy; how much he would love to listen to your sweet little sounds of pleasure all day long and watch your face as you came. he wanted you to see yourself through his eyes; like the most beautiful work of art in the museum that was life. but he kept the praise words to himself, afraid it would only make things weird. or even more so. especially after your bashful reaction to his last compliment, the last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable.

three more flicks of his tongue was what did it for you and soon, you found yourself reaching heaven, fingertips reaching out to graze the clouds. your vision turned blurry, the crushing feeling forced you to put a hand back on the table to hold yourself up. eyes fixed on you, renjun watched as your head lolled back, eyes shut tightly and face scrunched up in bliss. he felt your body tense up, pulling him closer with your leg, and he just let you ride his face as you wanted. your hips rocked wildly against his mouth, entirely covering his chin with your sweet cum.

renjun gratefully took everything you had to offer, drinking in until the very last drop and licking his lips as if you were the most delicious meal he had ever had. he lapped your gushing pussy clean, relishing the taste as long as he could, until you were whimpering in overstimulation, using your hold on his hair to try to pull him away.

“i have to admit, that was pretty intense. i didn’t know you had it in you, huh?” you chuckled breathlessly, slipping into your leggings without bothering to put on your ruined panties. “seems like you’re a box full of surprises.”

the casual tone of your voice felt comforting, and made his body relax, lips turning upwards in a lazy smile. it confirmed nothing had changed in your friendship, which was like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders, though he couldn’t shake off the strange sense of disappointment in his chest.

“there’s a lot of things you’ll discover about me if you spend more time here at the studio.”

you grabbed the damp towel that you and your best friend had abandoned on the table once things got heated and proceeded to remove the white paint from your body.

“we spend more time together than we do on our own. sometimes it almost feels like we’re married or something,” you giggled, eyes turning white with mocked annoyance, and his heart did a somersault. “also, i may come around someday. it actually isn’t as boring as it seems. at least when you’re not just sitting there, staring into nothingness.”

“you just don’t understand the creative process of an artist,” he snatched the towel from your hands once you had cleaned yourself to do the same.

“that’s so not true! i think i’ve spent so much time with you already that this artistic thing is rubbing off on me.”

“sure. once you finally get how the color wheel works you can come back and talk to me,” he teased, pulling up his pants and boxers before buckling his belt.

“asshole.”

you and renjun stayed quiet for some time after that, just enjoying each other’s company. he paced around the room, collecting his shirt and jack before throwing them on, his back turned on you as if you hadn’t seen him naked already.

“oh shit, i never got to finish the painting,” you pouted, staring at the canvas on the floor, phone once again in your hand. “and whose fault is that?”

with your eyebrows raised accusingly, you put your hands on your hips, like a mother lecturing her child.

“don’t look at me like that! i literally tried to leave but you wouldn’t let me!”

the boy had a point.

“whatever,” you mumbled, going to grab the paint brush and more black paint to finish the job.

renjun took it upon himself to clean up the tools and other materials while he waited for you. after walking in and out of the storage room on at least five different occasions, he checked the time on his phone and ‘22:36 pm’ in big white font was what read on the screen. he hurried to grab your things so you could leave the studio together as soon as you finished, it was dangerous for you to be out and about this late at night.

“okay, i’m done. let me just film a few more clips and i’ll finish the whole thing once i get home.”

your best friend nodded and took the canvas from the table to hang it up and free up some space.

that night, renjun left the art studio with a sinking feeling on his stomach, and the cause wasn’t unknown to the boy. although you hadn’t shown any sign of regret yet, he was understandably worried for the turn your relationship would take in the long run after being literally balls deep inside you.

as he walked you home under the dark sky of the night, side by side with you, he feared he had committed the worst mistake of his life. one that could potentially cost him his friendship with you, that could break the delicate threads of your bond that he spent years oh so carefully building. you were so important to him he wouldn’t know what to do if you decided to cut ties with him.

as he laid in bed with a heavy heart, he thought about everything that had happened, from the moment you had asked for his help on the challenge to your face as you rode his face.

for the first time, he felt lost, unsure of your feelings. he wanted to know your take on the whole situation. would you want to pretend you didn’t fuck your best friend and forget that night ever happened? would you acknowledge the passionate moment you both shared at the art studio and just remember it as an experience that brought you two closer and strengthened your friendship? would you perhaps regret it? the amount of possibilities, both good and bad outcomes rushing through his head had renjun feeling dizzy.

only hours after he had managed to fall asleep, the vibration of his phone woke him up from his slumber. renjun groaned as he felt the bed for his phone, quietly cursing himself for forgetting to turn on the ‘do not disturb’ feature before going to sleep. frowning, he checked the time to realize it was only 6 am. it was way too early for his friends to be already up and about on a sunday morning. anyway, he unlocked the device to find a message.

from na jaemin, 5:56 am: dude check out your girlfriend’s latest tiktok👀

from huang renjun, 6:02 am: what the fuck, jaemin

from huang renjun, 6:02 am: it’s 6 am

from huang renjun, 6:03 am: leave me alone

from na jaemin, 6:04 am: i woke up early to exercise w jeno ofc

from na jaemin, 6:04 am: you should probably start to do so too, spaghetti boyy

from na jaemin, 6:05 am: i’m pretty sure y/n likes ‘em chunky

from huang renjun, 6:08 am: fuck you, dipshit

from na jaemin, 6:09 am: stop being such a buzzkill and just check it out

this better be worth the hassle or else he was whooping jaemin’s ass back to dreamland.

opening the almost completely abandoned app on the device, he searched for your account –which was conveniently his latest search– and scrolled down until he came across your most recent –and popular– tiktok. ripping the band-aid all at once, he clicked on it.

“what the hell?” renjun gasped, suddenly very awake.

your ‘stupid idea’ had three million likes.

the first thing he saw as the tiktok started playing on his screen was a short clip of the art studio with the words ‘so i decided to try out the body art challenge’ in white. nothing weird, just the announcement of what you would be doing during the rest of the video. the clip that followed was zooming into renjun’s face while he distractedly cleaned up his brushes and had ‘with the help of my best friend’ written on the lower corner of the screen.

up to that point, renjun still couldn’t understand the gigantic amount of attention you had gotten just by posting a simple video.

clips of the materials and the process of painting the canvas flashed by without catching his attention, until the sight of his annoyed face appeared on the screen once again. renjun cringed, cheeks flushing, as he watched himself paint your leg not even an hour before having his tongue shoved down your throat.

well, that escalated quickly.

next thing he knew, the canvas with your ass and legs printed in black paint popped up on the screen of his phone, and he had to pause the video to rub his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

in the process of innocently showing your viewers the studio and your painting, you had also accidentally caught on camera something that none of them was supposed to see. there, in the background, stood renjun semi-clothed for a good five seconds before slipping his shirt back on.

and that wasn’t even the worst part of it all.

your camera had done a great job capturing in high definition the red trails your nails had left all over his shoulder blades and back during your ‘bonding time’.

his cheeks reddened almost immediately and he groaned in embarrassment as blood rushed to his crotch at the memory of the night before.

the last clip showed a bright grin on your pretty face as you waved your viewers goodbye. even though you tried to cover it with your hair, renjun could still see the reddish bruise his teeth had left on the skin right below your jaw. and to top it all off, the wall behind you had renjun’s canvas hanging on it.

of course, it couldn’t just end there. no.

his eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he opened the comment section to find seventeen thousand comments.

“crap.”

its_taeil_time: i’m never leaving you alone at the studio again. ever.

yourfullsunhyuck: ooOOH you kinky lil fuckers👀

with_jaem_inthemiddle: i hope you kids used protection

            y/n: what the fuck, jaemin, we’re literally older than you

morksmisfits: dude what happened to your back, did one of jeno’s cats attack you again?

            foreignswagger: so… who’s gonna tell him?💀

its_chenji_not_jichen: holy guacamole, what the hell happened to you?!

            ty_track: jisung, i told you to get off this cursed app

            its_chenji_not_jichen: this is a free country

            ty_track: chenle, you better stfu or istg i’ll beat your ass

johnsbanana: is that why neither of you were picking up my calls? teenagers this days

           y/n: uhm, excuse you? we’re adults ._.

          johnsbanana: adults my ass, you both act like children

          y/n: sit down, granny

foreignswagger: i can’t believe you’ve done this, i am d i s g u s t e d

jenojam: i feel like i shouldn’t have seen that, i-😭 mom, pick me up, i’m scared

          with_jaem_inthemiddle: omw

          y/n: @with_jaem_inthemiddle i thought he said mom, not bf👀

          yourfullsunhyuck: oOP-

princedonkey: did the ✨whoohoo✨ part happen before or after you were texting me? 

         y/n: great question, dorothy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

–lia:)

Only If You'd Like Me To

Junhui, Renjun, Chenle

Me after reading this

❛DON'T FUCK YOUR ROOMMATE❜ (h. renjun)

p. roommate!renjun x fem!reader w. 1.6k

warnings? kitchen sex , unprotected sex , pinning , masturbation , dirty talk ,

— 𖦹 ( you really shouldn't fuck your roomate , but he's making really hard ) !

"ow!" you hissed the butter from the pot , popping up , hitting your exposed skin. "stupid fucking butter." you cursed ,grabbing the pancake mix that you had already made , pouring it into the box.

normally you'd sleep in until about 12 on your day off , but you felt compelled to get up and be productive , so you decided to make breakfast for you and your roommate , who was still in his room sleeping.

you and renjun had came in contact with each other when your bestfriend told you he was looking for a roommate to help with the bills , and you were desperately trying to move out of your parents house. he was clean and he didn't ask for much , and all honesty you probably would've even if he was dirty and asked you to do everything — you were that desperate.

he was also nice , when he came home from work — which you weren't sure what he did , but you didn't question it , he'd bring you food , and he let you shower first so you'd get enough hot water , and he was overall a good person.

"maybe i should go wake him." you said , turning around , yelping in shock that he was standing in front of you , too close to be exact , his nose brushing up against him. "good morning princess."

one thing he did that you didn't necessarily hate , but it also didn't help your heart — he was flirty , not even a little , like to the point where he'd leave you breathless in some situations with the things he said. "are you cooking me breakfast?" you nodded. "f-for both of us."

you turned around , which didn't make it better because his frontside was now pressed against your backside , his morning wood pressed up against your ass , and you knew he was aware of it , you could see he's smirk out the corner of your eye.

"so sweet of you princess." he rested his chin on your shoulder blade — to anyone this would look like a couple sharing a sweet moment in the morning. "maybe i should give you a reward for being so good to me." but you and him weren't even dating , you haven't even hooked up.

he chuckled pulling away from you. "jesus (name) , you always get so flustered , im just joking." he sat down in the chair , while you gathered all the thoughts , taking the last pancake out , putting it on the plate.

"here." you placed in down in front of him. "thank you love." you sat down with your food , digging into the fluffy pancakes.

you were eating silently when he spoke up. "what are you doing today?" you shrugged. "it's my day off , so probably just stay home and clean , do some grocery shopping." you finished off your food , grabbing his empty plate. "that's cute." he smiled , toying with his lip ring that he one day came home with. "you're like my own cute little housewife." jesus he was on ten today.

"w-what are you doing today?" you said putting the dishes in the sink , turning the water on. "it's my day off too , some friends are coming over , we'll probably just drink and hang out , jaemin does smoke pot so i hope that doesn't bother you." you nodded. "it's fine , i'll pick up some beers and snacks at the market."

he stood up , making his way over to you , coming up to you like before , caging you in between his body and the sink. "here." he took the sponge out if your hand. "i'll do it , as a payback for breakfast princess , how about you just go get ready for the day." he released you from his trap , laughing as he watched you scurry away.

you closed the door , feeling like you could finally breathe. "why does he keep doing this." you whined , the feeling between your legs almost unbearable as you gathered your things for your shower , including your vibrator.

"oh fuck" you bit your lip , to contain your moans , moving the vibrator against your clit. this is how you often spent your showers , having renjun around all the time and him acting like this , you often got yourself off in the shower so he wouldn't hear you. "fuck im cumming!" you whispered , your body finally calming down.

you quickly finished up your shower , stepping out , wrapping your towel around your body. "shit." you cursed , you'd left your underwear sitting on the bed. "how does one do that?" you questioned , grabbing your clothes , opening the door , ready to make a run for it , your room was just down the hall.

you were too caught up in trying to get into your room , that you bumped straight into something — more like someone. "why are you in such a rush love?"

he lowered his eyes , taking in what you were wearing , smirking. "you wearing this for me princess?" you held on to your towel , holding your vibrator behind your back so he wouldn't notice , but that just made him even more curious. "whatcha hiding princess?"

"n-nothing." you tried to move forward , but he just blocked your way. "i know you're lying." he walked closer , so you stepped back. "i-i'm not , i swear." you cluthed the tool in your hand , backing up some more , letting out a oof as you hit the wall. "you've trapped yourself princess."

he went to reach for your hand , smirking. "you can try and stop me , but that just means you're towel will fall." he grabbed your wrist. "i would love to see what's under this towel , but we both know you don't want that." he pulled your hand from behind your back. "oh?"

your face burned with embarrassment , he was gonna bring this up every single day now , you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "i hope you had fun love." he let you go just like that , walking back to his room , you quickly finished the walk to your room.

"(name)?" you did dare turn around , scared of what he would say. "if you ever want to feel good the right way my room is right down the hall." your breath hitched. "i'm sure i can get you off way better than that stupid toy."

you quickly shut the door , quickly fanning yourself , before sitting down to get yourself ready for your day of errands.

renjun shut the door to his room , locking the door , groaning silently. "fuck." his cock straining against his pajama pants. "why'd she have to be wearing that?" he palmed himself , sighing. "fuck that's why she was taking so long?" he freed his cock from the prison of his pants , stroking himself. "oh fuck."

he imagined what you were doing in the shower , getting yourself off. he bit down on his fist , so you wouldn't hear him moaning , or so he wouldn't slip up and say your name like he'd done it before , but when you confronted him about it , he covered it up with a lie.

he squeezed the tip of his cock , his thighs shaking as white droplets spurted from his tip. "sh-shit." he sighed , cum covering his hand , he grimaced , grabbing a tissue. after discarding it , he grabbed his things , ready to do his daily routine for the day.

you heard the shower , quietly peeking out of the room , to make sure he really was in there , before grabbing your things , leaving out of the apartment.

after the emotionally draining trip to supermarket , you were finally home , putting the password to apartment door in , walking in sitting the bags down , not noticing the group of people sitting in your livingroom. "(name)?" you looked up , finally realizing.

"you're back?" renjun asked. "mmhm." you nodded picking up the bags. "do you need help?" a voice from behind you said , you turned around , facing the boy. "i'm mark." he was handsome , and helpful. "oh , thank you."

he helped you put everything away , you grabbed the beers and the snacks , making your way to the livingroom. "(name) , these are my friends i was telling you about , that's mark , jeno , jaemin and— donghyuck." the boy interjected. "but everyone calls me haechan."

"nice to meet everyone , i bought beer and snacks for you guys." you sat it on the table , opening the cand handing them out to everyone. "pretty and caring." renjun glared at the boy. "yah , lee haechan." he warned. "im just saying." you chuckled. "we're just about to watch the game." jaemin said. "you can stay watch if you want if you want."

"(name) , you staying?" renjun asked , he didn't want you to , he didn't even want them to look at you. "im sorry , not tonight." he smiled to himself. "i really just want to take a shower and take a nap." you said. "next time then." jeno said you nodded. "next time."

you turned to walk away , when renjun stopped you , surely he wouldn't do this in front of his friends. "don't take to long this time." he smirked , your eyes widened , before you scurried off to your room.

he chuckled , turning back to his friends. "you lucky fucking bastard." haechan said. "what are you talking about?" he rolled his eyes. "you're fucking her aren't you?" mark slapped his friend for his crudeness. "haechan stop."

"no im not fucking her." although he wish he was. "so you're just living with a girl that hot?" haechan kept going. "so she's single?" he took a sip of beer , sitting it back down. "cause if she's single , i need her number like now."

he didn't know why he was upset , you guys weren't dating , yet he was about to rip haechan's head off for even bringing it up. "i'll be damned if i come home to you fucking my roommate , knowing you it probably wouldn't even be in her room , more like the kitchen table." he grumbled , bitterly taking another sip of beer.

"alright everybody out." you heard renjun yell about 5 hours later. "all of you are sober enough to get home , and someone can drag haechan home , go." you heard a bunch of shuffling and whining. "(name) , bye bye!" you heard haechan slurring , making you laugh , he was seriously a character. "shut up and go."

you waiting for the door to close , making your way out of the room. "he's funny." he closed the door , sighing. "yeah , you say that now , you try know him for 7 years , that will change." you smiled , looking at the mess they left. "i'm sorry , i'll clean it."

"it's fine , i don't mind." you began to pick up all the can , taking them to the sink to wash them out so you can trash them. "so helpful." he said coming up behind you. "so pretty." he whispered , close enough to smell the beer he was drinking.

"re-renjun." you stuttered , the cold metal of his lip ring against your neck. "don't fight it love , you knew it was bound to happen soon." you sighed as he left little kisses down your neck , his hands roaming around your body. "i didn't forget about earlier." he darkly chuckled.

he lifted up to the shirt you were wearing , sneaking his hands into your sleep shorts. "did it feel good?" he rubbed your clit through your panties. "were you thinking about what happened during breakfast?"

you whimpered , you definitely shouldn't be doing this with him. "answer me love." he pressed down on your bud. "did you make yourself cum to the thought of me fucking you against the kitchen sink." you nodded , moaning. "fu-fuck renjun yes , please , i need more."

he pulled your panties to the side , stuffing you full of his fingers. "shit." you moaned as he thrusted his fingers in and of your hole. "f-feels so good." he hummed. "yeah?" flicking your clit. "told you i could make you feel so much better than that vibrator."

it felt so wrong , but at the same time so right , he was so skilled with his fingers , he had you cumming in no time , but you still wanted more. "fuck renjun , pl-please , need you to fuck me."

he pulled your short and underwear down , along with his pants , freeing his cock from his underwear , bending you over the sink "such a pretty little cunt." he rubbed himself against your folds. "can't wait to fill it with my seed." he pushed himself inside you. "fu-fuck such a tight cunt." he wasted no time , thrusting into your hole. "renjun!"

he was rough , but you liked it , panting in your ear. "so many times i thought about fucking you." he groaned. "jerking off to the thought of -fuck- you screaming my name."

you were gripping the sink , his name and a mixture of curse words flowing out of your mouth like a waterfall , your roommate was truly fucking you dumb. "you're mine now." he grunted , hitting that spot. "only i get to fuck you like this , my little slut."

you moaned , clenching around his length. "fuck keep clenching and im gonna cum." you did it again. "oh fuck." he stilled his hips , cumming inside of you , triggering your orgasm. "renjun!" you let a pornographic scream as you came , a white ring forming around the base of his cock as he fucked you both through your orgasms. "im gonna pull out now baby." he kissed your shoulder , slowly pulling out , you whimpered. "good girl." he praised. "you did so good."

"i couldn't have made it obvious enough that i wanted to fuck you." you both laid in his bed. "i don't just go around pressing my morning wood on random people." you laughed. "well you'd always played it as a joke." he nodded. "guess i shouldn't do that anymore." he climbing on top of you.

"i guess if i want to fuck you i should just go for it then huh?"

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