Let's be real. I haven't written in so long, I'm gonna be honest here. I did plan on getting into it again but I just can't really find the motivation to write kpop stories and imagines like I did before. Writing fanfiction to me was always a coping mechanism and an outlet for dealing with things in my life when I was a teenager. It was so much fun, and I'm grateful for the support I've always gotten back when I was on Wit, and when I moved onto this account.
That being said, I'm officially closing off this account in terms of writing. My DMs are still very much open, and I'll keep my account up so people can still read and enjoy what I've written, and so I can talk to my lovely amazing mutuals. I'm still a kpop fan at the end of the day, but now that I'm older and in my 20s I'm a different type of fan than I was. And that's not to shame anyone, I'm still a huge advocate for fanfiction and writers, I always will be. Maybe in the future I'll write again, or write for other fandoms, who knows!!
But yeah, thank you for everyone who's been along for the ride. I love you guys!!
❯ summary: Chenle has never been in love—but then he meets you—and he slowly realises he’s become obsessed. He just needs to tell you…and there’s no better time to say it than when he’s fucking you senseless.
❯ pairings: chenle x fem!reader
❯ genre: established relationship, smut
❯ words: 3.5k
❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, tooth rottingly sweet smut, swearing, brief mention of marking, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), creampie, no plot lmao, fluffy sex, excessive use of pet names, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), chenle being obsessed with reader, love confessions, literally just chenle being a cute boyfriend because i want him, i’m so serious this is just smut lol
(chenle lovers rise, you’re just like me 🤭)
He loves you.
Chenle’s never been in love before—didn’t really know what it felt like until you walked into his life. He’s never said it outright, hasn’t even realised how deep he’s fallen until you pull his lower lip gently between your teeth, fingers twisting in the hair at the nape of his neck. The cool metal of your ring—the one he bought for you—presses against the warmth of his skin, and his heart pounds like it’s trying to break through his chest to reach you; wants to tell you he’s yours, and has been for a while.
Chenle’s fingers dig into your sides a little harder, and you gasp softly into his mouth. And God—suddenly it feels like there’s too much fabric between you. That’s how he knows he’s in love: because he loves that dress on you, adores it actually, and still, he wants nothing more than to see it on his bedroom floor.
His hands tug at the fabric, pulling it up just enough to bunch above your hips, and you shift to free it from where it’s pinned between your thighs and his.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, jeans growing tighter as his hands slide beneath your skirt, settling on your hips and landing on your ass.
He presses a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth, then another along your cheek, trailing a line down to your jaw. His tongue and teeth make themselves known as he works his way toward your pulse point, and he has to bite back a grin when your head tips back, a soft hitch catching in your breath.
“Lele,” you mutter, fingers tugging on his shirt. “Please...too many clothes.”
He hums, the sound of his sweet little angel begging for him, needing him, has every ounce of blood rushing to his cock.
He wants to savour this, tease you for it, as he bites softly into the skin at your neck, leaving the faintest mark. But then you shift above him, pressing down, and any control he thought he had slips. He nips at you a little harder, breath catching, because your touch is just as intoxicating as it is maddening—truthfully, heaven couldn’t compare.
He brings one hand up to your hair, fingers exploding until he reaches the back of your head and gives it a gentle tug. Your hiss in response and a shiver runs through him. His tongue soothes over the mark he’s left on your neck before he trails up toward your ear, lips lingering there, breath warm.
“So do something about it,” he says, and his voice deepens with want, low and gruff, and he feels the way your thighs tense at the sound.
Your palms glide along his stomach towards his chest and you hastily try to free him from his shirt. And there it is again, the cold press of metal into his feverish skin. It’s like your touch is made of something—something that pulls the air from his lungs and with it, a muttered string of moans muffled by more kisses.
He lifts his arms, letting you remove his shirt, but wastes no time sliding one hand back under your dress, the other rising to cup your cheek, pulling you closer. With you on his lap, Chenle has to tilt his head slightly to meet your gaze. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone, and your eyes flutter closed, the soft sigh escaping your lips drives him insane.
Fuck, he loves you so much.
You look like an angel—his angel—as the light filtering through the curtains surrounds you, casting a soft glow that makes you seem otherworldly. Chenle can’t quite believe his luck, can’t fathom how he’s managed to strike gold, to reach Heaven, and have you here with him. He gets to touch you, no one else.
He must have been a saint in a past life.
He can’t help himself, his body urging him to lean up and press his lips to yours again. The kiss is soft, slow, and sweet, and you melt against him, body relaxing completely in his arms. Chenle could die like this—solely in your kiss. He’d die the happiest man on record, simply because he knows what it’s like to kiss you.
You smile against his lips—his favourite thing ever—and he nearly pouts when you pull back, ending the kiss. Your eyes meet his, pupils blown wide, eyelashes casting soft shadows against your flushed cheeks. Chenle’s mind takes a photograph.
Your palm flattens against his chest, pushing him to lie flat on the bed. His eyes fall closed as you repay his earlier touch by pressing your lips to his jaw, your hand squeezing his bicep, and your hips moving above his again. His jeans feel unbearably tight now, and he can practically hear the smirk on your lips as your nimble fingers slip down his stomach, making quick work of his buckle.
He sighs your name, hands roaming the smooth expanse of your thighs before squeezing your ass when you decide to grind down on him. Your moans are quiet, gradually syncing with his, your fingers teasing at the waistband of his boxers, making his pulse race.
“So fucking perfect,” he mewels in between kisses.
You practically melt into him, and Chenle takes the opportunity to wrap an arm around your waist to roll on top of you—just how he likes it.
“Chenle.”
You breathe heavily, hands clutching the hem of your dress, tugging at it desperately. The way you’re practically whining his name, those pretty full eyes begging him to take it off, makes him feel dizzy. He just needs you out of that dress.
So he does. When he finally pulls the dress off, he settles onto his knees between your slightly ajar legs, hands sliding up your sides, feeling every curve of your body. He leans down, pressing a deliberate kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other, taking his time, savouring the way you hum beneath him.
Your hands tangle in his hair, your hips shifting as you silently beg him for more, and Chenle gets the hint—of course he does—but making you a wreck is one of his favourite hobbies. So, he only lets his breath ghost over the place you want him most, teasing you with soft kisses along the band of your underwear, knowing exactly how to torment you.
Just because he’s realised he loves you doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be a menace. In fact, it only makes him more determined to make you feel everything—each kiss, each touch, each teasing move a reminder that he’s completely and utterly consumed by you.
“Chenle, I…” Your words trail off into a gasp as his fingers trace the curve of your breast.
“What, angel?” he asks, voice low again.
He places a kiss into your hip bone, sucking a mark into the skin, and your fist tightens in his hair, the sensation making you pant.
“Mmh, I just—fuck, Lele—”
He cuts you off, his mouth moving down between your legs again, his tongue moving along the soft skin of your inner thigh, nose brushing against the edge of your panties, but never quite hitting where you want—need him to be. He nips, bites, and kisses his way along your skin, drawing soft moans from you until you can’t hold back anymore. You let your legs fall further apart, and he feels the subtle, rhythmic motion of your hips seeking friction.
So fucking cute, he thinks.
And when he hears his name fall from your lips as a wanton whine, he groans, unable to hold back. His hand slips to your chest, thumb and forefinger teasing at your nipple.
“Shit, Chenle, please,” you plead, and the desperation in your voice sends a jolt of heat straight to his cock.
He loves this—loves you—needy and desperate. The sound of your voice, the way you crave him, it has him straining in his jeans, and he no longer wants to tease. Not anymore.
One of his hands trails up the inside of your leg, from knee to inner thigh, slipping beneath your waistband. He can feel the heat radiating from you, even through the lacy layer still separating you.
“I want you,” you murmur lazily, and who is he to deny you anything? He’s never been good at it anyway.
Chenle’s fingers move quickly to pull your panties to the side, and he swipes one of his fingers through your folds—so wet—relishing in the way your breath catches and your chest heats the same way as your cheeks.
He pulls away, allowing himself a moment to really look at you. You’re looking back at him with half-lidded eyes, chest rising and falling shakily, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your skin. He’s hit gold—fucking gold.
He brushes a finger over your clit, drawing out a sharp noise from you that makes his cock twitch in his boxers. His lips drop to your skin, his teeth grazing your peaked nipple as he sucks it into his mouth.
A soft cry escapes as you arch up, and Chenle takes the opportunity to press a finger at your entrance, barely dipping in before pulling back. The tease leaves you tense, a whine slipping out when he returns to circling just outside.
His free hand grips your other nipple, pinching, pulling, and rubbing his thumb over it until you’re grinding against him, your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him down like the bossy girl he knows—and loves.
“Chenle, I need you,” you whimper, pushing him with a little more urgency.
He slides a finger inside you, twisting and curling it until a breathy curse slips from your lips in response, and to him, it feels like a reward.
“Need me?” he teases, curling his finger again. “You already have me angel.”
“Fuck, I—oh, do that again,” you beg.
He chuckles against your stomach, but still, he gives you exactly what you want. His thumb finding your clit, making your hand shoot up to your mouth to stifle the needy sounds you're making—that won't do.
Chenle releases your nipple, using his now free hand to tug your hand away from your lips, which are swollen from his earlier kisses. He waits until he hears you moaning again for him, loving the sound, before properly removing the last bit of fabric. You whimper at the sudden loss of his touch, but you eagerly lift your hips, legs slowly falling apart as he drags your panties off, until, finally—finally—you’re laid bare before him.
The sight of you laid out like this only reminds him of how much he loves having his head between your thighs, his mouth on your cunt. It’s funny, really—Chenle’s always been a selfish lover, but when it comes to you, he can’t get enough of giving.
So he slides his ring and middle finger deep inside your pussy. Pressing up against that spot which always makes you grip his hair. And to top it all off, he wraps his lips around your clit; you scream. It's the kind of scream that Chenle loves to hear when he's worshipping you with his fingers and tongue—so he can't help but moan into you.
You clench around his fingers from the vibration of his moan, thighs trembling as they move to close around his head. But he’s quick, wrapping an arm around you, his hand gripping your thigh firmly to keep you open for him. Your taste fills his mouth, sweet and addictive, and he thinks he’d spend every moment of every day tasting you like this if you’d let him.
Because he loves making you cum. It’s a skill he’s mastered, one he’d probably show off if he wasn’t so possessive.
He knows that if he moves his fingers just right, he’ll draw a gasp and a sharp tug on his hair; if he circles his tongue slowly over your clit, you’ll press harder into his mouth. And if he pulls your clit between his lips, sucking with just the right amount of pressure whilst his tongue moves in tight circles and his fingers work against your g-spot, you’ll fall apart beneath him in seconds.
And you don’t disappoint.
Your breath catches, your stomach tightens, and your hands scramble for anything to hold—his shoulders, the sheets, his hair. Your legs try to close, but his hand keeps one pinned down, relentless as he keeps going. A broken sound slips from your lips, your back arching, head thrown back. You tremble beneath him, and he feels the warm gush of wetness against his fingers as the hand tangled in his hair tries to push him away.
You’re panting, choking out a string of his name and curses, and it’s easily Chenle’s favourite sound.
He pulls his mouth from you with an obscene pop, but keeps his fingers still and full inside you, leaving you gasping as you prop yourself up on your elbows, trying to catch your breath. Chenle presses a kiss to your lower stomach, looking up at you. You give him that sleepy, post-orgasm smile he loves so much.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he murmurs, sucking another mark into your skin.
He wants to see you fall apart again, to watch you sweat and tremble, be incoherent and glowing—but his dick is throbbing against the mattress, and he thinks he might actually combust if he doesn’t feel your warmth around him in the next few seconds.
You whine when he finally pulls his fingers from you slowly, and because it’s Chenle, he makes sure to brush his thumb over your clit one last time. Then, he quickly sheds his boxers and is back on top of you, his hips pressing against yours as his mouth eagerly finds your lips.
Your hand reaches down, wrapping around his length, and soft fingers start to move up and down. Your thumb rubs over his sensitive tip, spreading the bead of precum that’s gathered there, and his forehead falls against your shoulder, a low groan leaving his mouth.
You make him weak, his breath catching at the way your skin feels like fire against his, the way you fit against him like you were made for him—it’s more than just lust.
“I love you.”
It’s the first time he’s ever said it to a girlfriend, said it to you, and it makes him drop his head, kissing your bruised neck, embarrassment colouring his cheeks. The words echo in your own ears, and you smile—not just at how cute he’s being, but because you know he means it. Your free hand taps his chin, tipping his head up to meet your gaze.
“I love you,” you say back, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, hand still working him.
With the other, you drag a thumb against his cheek, over his lips, tugging at the bottom one down gently; he takes it in his mouth, eyes full of love as he swirls his tongue around it, and your hand tightens around him.
Chenle grabs one of your legs, his hand gliding up the curve of your calf and thigh until he can bend it toward your chest, resting it on his shoulder. You guide him to your entrance, and without resistance, he’s sliding in—as he said—you were made for him.
He pushes until your hips are flush with his, groaning at the way you moan, pulling his chest down to yours. And when he finally decides to move, he takes his time and great pleasure in, teasing you with just his tip before pushing back in.
From there, he finds a steady rhythm—in and out, in and out. Reckless and rough. He uses the leg on his shoulder for leverage, hitting all the spots he knows make your breath hitch, eyes flutter, and name fall from your lips. Chenle’s hand drifts to your chest, his thumb brushing over one of your nipples, and you nod frantically up at him.
“Yes, please—oh fuck,” you whine as he pinches the sensitive skin, tugging gently.
He drops his head, watching himself disappear into you, and you clench around him. Your nails dig into his back as he keeps teasing your soft peaks, knowing exactly how to make you close again.
His hand moves to seek out your clit, his fingers drawing small circles across your sensitive bud. You let out a drawn-out, high-pitched cry and his thumb moves quicker, more desperate. With one more final, particularly hard, deep thrust, he feels you fluttering around him, and you’re pulling his head down to crash your lips to his.
He works you through your orgasm, mumbling a muddled mix of your name and I love you and a string of curses into your mouth as you shudder under him. Starting from now, Chenle will pride himself on his restraint, because he has to force himself not to follow after you straight away. He wants to see you cum again—needs to hear, feel, and witness you unravel for him. He wants you like putty beneath him, several orgasms deep, blissed out and so fucking sensitive that every brush of his body against yours has you gasping out his name.
He presses his lips to yours one more time before slowly pulling out, the whimper you make beneath him making his heart race and his dick twitch. Your hands reach for him, but he grabs your hips, rolling you over, positioning you on your hands and knees. You look back at him over your shoulder—so fucking beautiful.
He really does love you.
He presses a kiss to the base of your spine, his hands gripping your hips. Inch by inch, he mouths his way up your back, squeezing your flesh with just enough pressure to leave red marks of his fingertips, but not enough to hurt.
He ruts against you, teasing your cunt as he refuses to thrust into you. You drop your head between your arms onto the pillow, mumbling something incoherent. He leans down, close enough to nip at your earlobe.
“I can’t hear you when your face is in the pillow, angel,” he coos, still only letting his hips grind.
You push back against him, needing more, and he digs his fingers into your hips a little harder. He reaches down, takes himself in his hand, and lines his cock up with your pussy, making you hum.
"I still can't hear you," he slides his tip over your clit, making your hips jerk. "Can you try repeating it for me, angel? Properly this time?"
He does it again, twice more, before you lift your head and plead with him.
"Shit, Lele, please. Oh my god, I—," Your words dissolve into a cry when he pushes into you, and you drop your head back down. "Fuck."
You move your hips back in a broken rhythm, trying to meet his thrusts. Your skin is slick with sweat, and you turn your head to look at him, breath coming out in desperate pants every time he fills you.
“Oh, oh, don’t—fuck—don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
“God, angel,” he grunts. “So fucking perfect for me.”
He gathers your hair, giving it a sharp tug that tilts your head back. Your hips move needily and quickly, and Chenle pulls you up by the waist, pressing your back flush against his chest. His fingers still hold your hair, and he tugs it, making you rest your head on his shoulder. Your lips find his, and you're babbling broken noises into his mouth.
Fuck, he’s so close, you feel so good wrapped around him. You know it too, tensing and trembling, and then collapsing against him, with your nerves on fire. Chenle holds you close and tight with him until he meets your orgasm with his own. Thrusting deep and roughly until he’s releasing spurts of cum inside you with a strangled groan of your name.
Chenle holds you intimately even after you've both come down, his hands rubbing gently up and down your sides. You’re breathing heavily, your body still quivering every so often. You struggle to keep your eyes open as he drops a small, sweet kiss to your lips. Your thumb brushes his cheek, and he kisses you again, then once more, just because he can.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers.
You smile up at him. “I love you, Chenle.”
But he doesn’t just love you. The word doesn’t feel strong enough. He’s obsessed. Tormented by thoughts of you that go far beyond infatuation. He obsessively adores you—and you think, no, you know, you obsessively adore him too.
♡Author's note: GUYS IM BACK IM BACK HI HI HI HI OMG ITS BEEN 3 YEARS?? STOP. So much has happened BUT I AM BACK!!! Please take this spicy Jisung timestamp as a token of thanks for always supporting me, and to celebrate my return time this blog, my comfort and safe space. I love you all. Please remember to stay safe and drink water!!
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“Jisung…” Your voice was hushed, hands trailing his bare, toned abdomen in the dark bedroom. The quiet of the night surrounded you both as you bathed in the warmth radiating from his body. You had been away for quite some time, finally reuniting with the man laying before you.
Jisung hummed deeply in response, his plush lips quirking into a shy, but knowing, smile, his soft eyes reflecting a soft, loving gaze as you trailed open-mouthed kisses along his golden skin. Moonlight from the window illuminated the two of you, as Jisung gripped your hips desperately.
“I missed you.” Jisung murmured against your hair as he pulled you close, his deep, rich voice sending vibrations through your body. You shivered deliciously as his delicate fingers traced along the skin of your back beneath your loose t-shirt, trailing down to the waistband of your pajama pants.
“I missed you too.” you murmured, allowing him to slide down your pajamas as you tore your shirt off, tossing it to the side. The only sound was the synchronized breaths between the both of you in the quiet room, and the creaking of his bed giving away what you were up to to any passerby. Jisung's hands glided up your sides hungrily, before he desperately squeezed your chest, humming again, his gaze pleading, almost. You panted as you rolled your hols against him, before he pulled you flush against his chest once more, kissing you deeply, a thousand words spoken in the simple action.
“Need you.” Jisung practically whimpered, shimmying out of his own sweatpants, before his hands tangled in your hair, urging you into another needy kiss. “Now, please.”
At his gentle plea, you snapped, urging him to flip the two of you. He obliged, caging you against the mattress with his arms, hovering above you with a shy smile. The moonlight revealed the rosy blush on his cheeks. His soft, pillowy lips dragged along your body, before he roughly pushed your thighs apart.
“Is this okay?” He asked, a hint of nervousness in his tone. You nodded eagerly.
“Yes.” You murmured impatiently, squirming beneath his touch, arching into him, craving more. His lengthy fingers danced closer to where you needed him most, the pads of his fingertips gracing over your throbbing warmth. “Everyone's asleep, right?”
Jisung nodded. “Mhm. Now please, let me show you how much I missed you, yeah?”
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♡Thank you so much for reading everyone! It feels so good to be back. Remember, you're amazing and special, and I love you so much!!
I'm writing a little jisung timestamp blurb in my notebook write now, and I'll type it up laterrrr
Please be patient with me guys, I haven't written in like 3 years, and I also am not up to date with the dreamies sadly, I've been in the void, so I'm sorry if any info is outdated. Please feel free to lmk the roommate arrangements, dorm situation, or random things that have happened with them I would LOVE to know. I'm slowly trying to get back into what I've missed!!
established relationship, idol!reader x idol!hyuck, gn!reader, fluff, 426 words, no warnings
Valentine’s Day. The day for love and romance, when you spend time with those you love.
Instead, you were in a van with a roller in your hair on the way to Music Bank.
You reread the text on your phone, Hyuck’s contact photo smiling back at you from the top of your screen.
“I won’t be able to talk much today, love you, have a good day at work.”
You sigh. Not even a ‘happy valentines day.”
“Time to go,” your manager calls from the front seat, and you toss your phone into your tote bag, stepping out and waving at the cameras lined up by the door.
“Do you think hyuck knows it Valentine’s Day? That company would overwork him so much he doesn’t even know what day it is.”
You don’t even have to look at your manager to know she’s rolling her eyes.
“I don’t know, Yn. I’m not his manager.”
You groan, continuing to follow her down the hallway.
She opens the door, and you start digging through your tote to retrieve your phone and text him again.
You don’t even notice the silence in the dressing room, the usual chatter of staff and whirling of hair tools no where to be heard.
“Yn!”
Your manager calls, and you finally look up from your aimless searching.
“What?”
It’s only then that you notice the dim lights, and a quick glance over has tears immediately flooding to your eyes.
You now realize the rose petals lying at your feet, and they make a trail through the room and all the way up to where your boyfriend stands, a bouquet of flowers in his hand and what might be the worlds largest teddy bear at his feet.
“Hyuck!”
He lets out an airy laugh as you jump at him, and he catches you effortlessly, the flowers pressing into your side as he holds you upright in his arms.
“I could never forget you, lovely.”
You can hear the smile in his voice, and it greets you when he places you back on your feet.
“Could you have found a bigger teddy bear?” You ask, happy giggles escaping as you fall onto the plush. It’s so big it catches your fall easily, and feels like a soft mattress under your weight.
“Well I need to make sure you never forget about me!” He pouts.
You laugh as he joins you on the floor, setting the flowers at your feet and leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips.
HELLO GUYS I'M BACK AFTER ALL THIS TIME. i don't even know if anyone remembers me. It's been so long. I really wanna start writing again, I'm not sure if I will, but I would like to. I miss it here.
“nct dream reactions to you surprising them with food at the practice room and to you waiting up for them (coming back from a late schedule) at your shared apartment pls!!! <3”
Soooo this request literally deleted itself from my inbox, but I had been writing it so it was in my drafts :,) So I hope to whoever requested this, that it is everything you hoped for ! thank you for requesting! This was so fun to write, I got carried away with a few of them!
I AM SORRY WHEN DID THIS GET 290 NOTES WHERE HAVE I BEEN FOR THE LAST COUPLE YEARS HUH?!? I love you guys thank you for the support, I miss you and I want to try and find motivation to write again soon
guys whooo would be okay with anime stuff on here because low key I want to write something for shigaraki from my hero academia but I know I’ve only ever written K-pop stuff on here before….I was low key thinking lately that I want to start writing again and had the idea of maybe including anime stuff on this account too!! I do want to write more kpop stuff though I miss it here and I miss you guys it’s been literally like two years going on three
hey y'all just wanna update HELLO I'M STILL HERE i just haven't been motivated to write recently 😔❤but i am very much still here and eventually will write I'm sorry homies
hope your healthy! could you do a fic about what nct dream would do if you had nightmares?
Anon, I hope you like this! And I hope if you're having nightmares, that they go away. Remember, they aren't your reality and I promise you you are safe and loved here! Stay safe.
This request was so wholesome and fun to write! Enjoy!
Mark ♫꒰･‿･๑꒱
Okay so
If you woke up from a nightmare
Whether it’s a recurring nightmare or a random one
If Mark was by your side, he would definitely comfort you
He would probably wrap you in his arms and shush you gently
Stroking your hair and reassuring you over and over again that it’s not real and that you’re safe in his arms
“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay”
Would keep the soft light from a lamp on if it would help you
Mark would definitely just try to make you feel as warm and safe as possible
And run his fingers through your hair to soothe you
Mark wouldn’t fall back asleep until he knew you had drifted back into a peaceful slumber
Renjun (⌐■_■)
So Renjun
I feel like he would have a more logical take on comfort
If that makes sense
If you had nightmares he would definitely first and foremost get up
Go to the kitchen
And make you a nice warm mug of hot chocolate to ease your worries
Then he would prop you up with a pillow, wrap you in a blanket
And ask you about the nightmare
Picture Renjun just sitting across from you on the bed, cross legged
“It’s okay, I’m here. Tell me everything.”
And after you finished explaining it to him, he would just
Hold you gently against his chest
And stay awake with you as long as you need
I love Renjun
Jeno (.◜◡◝)
Jeno
Is a heavy sleeper
Again the source? Trust me bro
Anyways so I think if you want comfort from Jeno
My dude you’re gonna have to SHAKE THIS MAN
Shake him
Don’t be shy
Once Jeno is awake though
He will ask you what’s wrong, immediately caging you into a safe little (muscular) cocoon and giving you a doe-eyed intense stare as you told him about your nightmares
He would get you a glass of water (stay hydrated)
And help you clear your head
I think he would give you his hoodie to wear
“Here. Focus on the smell of that, which is real, and not on the bad dreams, which aren’t, yeah?”
And he would let you sleep in his room for as long as you’d like to
Haechan ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
Haechan
When it really comes down to it, he’s a sweetie
A loud boi
A mischievous gremlin
But when it comes to his special person
He will do ANYTHING
So when you wake up one night and tell Haechan you’re having nightmares
He would not hesitate to squish you into him
“WHAT’S WRONG Y/N? DO I NEED TO HURT SOMEONE?”
Covers you in kisses
Literally just kisses the tears away if you’re crying
And he cups your face in his hands
Haechan just gets intensely worried when you have nightmares
He gets you a stuffed animal and lays beside you
Cuddling you and staring directly into your eyes
Whispering encouraging words until you feel better <3
Jaemin(◑‿◐)
Mr. Na Jaemin
Certified rizz master of nct dream
Anyways so Jaemin-
It would be the middle of the night
And you wake up from your nightmare
And Jaemin is already staring at you
Which is kind of scary at first
But he explains he heard you whimpering and tossing and turning
And the Nana Instincts kicked in, waking him up to make sure you were okay
Jaemin would immediately pull you in close
Cupping your face in his hands and whispering softly
“It’s okay, my y/n, I’m right here. You’re safe.”
He would make sure you both were covered with a soft blanket
And would listen to any worries you had in that moment
Running his thumb across your cheek and nuzzling up to you
He’s a real sweetie
Chenle ᕙ(‾̀◡‾́)ᕗ
So we all know Chenle is fiercely loyal
But also would beat your ass if you woke him up while he was sleeping
I feel like Chenle would initially be a little grumpy if you wake him up after you have a nightmare
But once his mind clears and he realizes you’re scared
Mr Protective comes to the rescue
Chenle would bolt upright, flicking on the lamp and pulling you against his chest
“What’s wrong? It better be something serious, it’s four in the morning…I’m kidding, are you okay love?”
Mixes in teasing with seriousness
Would joke around to lighten the mood
But would genuinely listen to you when you tell him about the nightmares
Protective Lele !!!
Chenle would definitely baby you
Holding you and even swaying you softly to calm your nerves
Running his hands up and down your arms as you shiver from fear
Chenle makes sure you know he’s there to protect you
And maybe he will let you hold Daegal to feel better
Jisung(┳◡┳)
Jisung is a little awkward sometimes
So when it comes to comfort, he would try his best
Wouldn’t be your conventional comfort, like some of the other members
When you wake up from nightmares, Jisung’s first instinct is to ask if you want some instant ramen
“The warm noodles and soup might calm you down!!”
And honestly, he might be onto something
Jisung would whip up a batch of ramen, spoon feeding it to you as you confide in him about the nightmares you’ve been having
He would also put on some soft music in the background, no matter what time of night it is
Then cuddle you against his chest, bellies full of warm food
Jisung would kiss your cheek, telling you that nightmares are normal and aren’t your reality
Another one to lend you his hoodie
Jisung would let you surround yourself with blankets, pillows, and his touch
Softly telling you random things about his day and his thoughts to help you feel better
