#renjun blurb

[heavenlyhuangs]

you watch in awe as your baby cousin hops down the venue aisle. flower petals drop out of the basket and leave and trail behind her.

“i’ve always wanted to be a flower girl, renjun. But I think it’s too late,” you say to your best friend/plus one.

he lets out a small laugh and rubs your arm, “it’s never too late.”

“renjun, we’re best friends right? can i be the flower girl at your wedding?”

“i’ll do you one better. i’ll let you be the bride.”

[lustbile]

can you do dry humping with renjun? thank you very much! and btw! i really love the way you write— flowers for you🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷

renjun to me reads very hard as a sensitive romantic, so dry humping would be high on the list of his favorite things to do to get off

like the kind of innocent desperation that comes from it, and the closeness that it requires would make his head spin. he wouldnt really know what to do with his hands, so they’d be moving constantly all over your body. both you and him would kind of fall into this desperate uneven motions that has you both panting.

it would probably just start with you sitting in his lap, totally innocent and not even considering where it could lead, but one wrong move would have a soft moan falling from his mouth and its all over. he’s keep you perched in his lap for as long as he can stand it, but when he gets closer he’d be grabbing at you to pull you down because he needs your lips against his.

and he’d try to kiss you for as long as he can manage, but once you two are getting closer and closer to your finish, you both just end up moaning into one another mouths. and if you reach up to pull at his hair as you bounce against him, it’s absolutely over. he’d dig his nails into your side and youd have to chase his mouth from the way his head would fall back. and it’s also just the perfect position to immediately go into cuddling right after, which is another thing he’s obsessed with when it comes to the entire process of making you feel good, and it also means that once your breathing calms down and he takes a moment, he can do it all over again

[chenfleur]

[5:45am] Your eyes fluttered open, eyelids still heavy with sleep. You had no idea why you had woken up, but you figured you had to use the washroom.

Rubbing at your eyes, you got out of bed. But, something caught your eye as you stood up.

The sun had just risen, and its rays began to poke through your curtains. But today, those rays were insanely bright. 

Is the city on fire? You jokingly thought. 

In fact, when you ripped open the curtains, the city might has well have been on fire. Your room was immediately flooded with the richest beams of orange light. Your walls, bed and floor were all painted vermillion - it was like a wakeup call to you, your body suddenly filled with a lot more vigor than it was only moments before.

But when you looked out the window, you couldn’t believe the sight in front of you.

The early morning sky was filled with clouds, painted a multitude of reds, oranges and yellows. The clouds acted as a divider between the default light blue sky and the sky that the rising sun could reach. 

You stepped out onto the balcony, breathing in the crisp, morning air. Your eyes squinted from how brilliant it was. The city of Seoul looked like it was straight out of a Godzilla movie - yet to you, it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

Of course, your first instinct was to share the marvelous sight with your roommate, Renjun.

“Junnie!” You yelled, tearing your eyes away from the view.

You ran all the way to his room on the other side of the apartment, bursting into his room. “Renjun!”

Roommate!Renjun eyebrows furrowed at the disruption, instinctively turning his back towards you, still asleep. You huffed in annoyance, walking towards him and shaking him aggressively.

“Huang. Ren. Jun. If you don’t get up this instant, I swear.”

He slowly turned towards you, eyes opening. “Y/n, what the actual fuck?”

“Well good morning to you too, grumpy pants.”

He picked up his phone, checking the time. “It’s 6 in the morning, y/n. What the hell are you doing? Neither of us have classes until 9-”

“Because I want to show you something.”

He groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Can it wait?” He grumbled.

You roll your eyes at his annoyance, slapping him gently. “No, because it’ll be gone soon. Trust me, you’ll regret it if you don’t see it.”

Leaving his room, you walked back to yours. Stepping back onto the balcony, once again being amazed by the view as if you hadn’t seen it moments before. You sat down on the floor, not even caring if your pajamas got dirty - you had to savour every second of its pure brilliance.

Minutes later, you heard footsteps walking towards your room. You turn your head to see Renjun standing at the doorway, blanket wrapped around him. He jumped a little as he saw your light-filled room, rubbing at his eyes as they adjusted to the brightness. 

“Did the sun fucking explode or something?” He asked.

You beamed at him, gesturing for him to come. “It sure seems like it.”

Renjun strode across the room, standing at the doorway of the balcony. From his reaction, it seemed like he was surprised too.

His eyes widened. He let out a small gasp, mouth opening slightly.

You smiled up at him. “I knew you had to see it too- don’t know if this’ll ever happen again.”

He didn’t respond, too shocked to. The light wind that blew by tickled his face, putting him at ease. He was entranced.

Renjun sat down next to you, crossing his legs. He draped the blanket around your shoulders, hugging you close. You snuggled deeper into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“I told you you wouldn’t want to miss it.” You said, staring at the horizon grazing the tops of skyscrapers.

He hummed, resting his head on top of yours. You smiled at the warm feeling.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You whispered.

Renjun looked down at your small figure, a smile spreading across his face. Not only was the sky’s incandescence radiant and stunning beyond words, he saw how much joy it brought you, causing warmness to spread across his chest. All his previous tiredness had disappeared, now replaced with pure comfort and bliss.

In a bold move, his lips met the crown of your head, giving it a soft peck.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

[dreamiehrs]

2:41 pm /

there were currently 39 minutes until the school day would be over for renjun, who was attempting to study for his finals that were a few days from now. however, it was quite a difficult task for renjun to study for two reasons: one, it was quite impossible for renjun to study with you sitting beside him, since your looks were enough to distract him for hours on end, and two, his annoying ass friend who couldn’t keep quiet for one second kept on bothering him while studying.

with those two within his vicinity, it was near impossible for him to get anything done.

“jaemin, do you want me to come over there and cover your mouth with duct tape?” renjun pipes up after silently studying for a few minutes, interrupting jaemin’s story about how he almost got a heart attack from drinking too much coffee one day.

you chuckle beside him at his remark, and a grin finds its way onto renjun’s face as he gazes at jaemin, who is giving him a deadpan look. “you really don’t want to hear my story that much, huh?”

“...jaem, I’m literally trying to study for finals over here. I would appreciate it if you would shut it for a bit, or else I’m really going to get some duct tape and shut your mouth myself.”

jaemin pouts. “well, at least it seems like y/n still wants to listen to my story, right y/n?” he glances over at you, who was looking over renjun’s shoulder to see what he was studying. jaemin waited patiently for you to answer, but you were too absorbed with what renjun was studying instead that you hadn’t heard jaemin at all.

jaemin dramatically slides down in his chair, and you and renjun are surprised at how the teacher hasn’t scolded him for not taking this time to study for his finals. “it seems as though no one wants to listen to my story, then…” he mumbles to himself, but then it seems as though an idea has popped up in his head as he jumps up. “I have an idea! I’ll just write down the entire story on two separate pieces of paper and throw them at you two during finals next week! how about that?”

you silently shake your head at jaemin’s idea, while renjun looked like he was going to pop a blood vessel.

“jaemin and y/n, if either of you dare to disturb me during my finals, I will personally take it upon myself to go to your house the following night and strangle you right then and there… and while this goes for the both of you, I am putting more emphasis on jaemin in this situation since he annoys me more.”

before jaemin got a chance to respond, the teacher walked over to him and gave him a long scolding on how he should be studying for his finals instead of goofing around. renjun was now relieved that one of his distractions had been removed for now, yet he still had to deal with you and your looks that distracted him to no end.

however, he was more likely to put up with your attractive looks than jaemin’s nonstop mouth.

w.c: 541 words ♡ warning(s): slight swearing ♡ pairing: renjun x reader ♡ genre: comedy/crack, fluff

requested by: @meraki-mark (12 w/renjun~)

[eyesmilesjeno]

[9:21am] “You are absolutely stunning.” Renjun can’t help but smile at your comment. “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” Hearing what he said you shook your head no. As you continued to stare at him all you could think about was how he got even more beautiful after each passing second. “I love you, y’know? My beautiful boy.” As you pressed a kiss to his nose he lets out a tiny laugh “I love you too.”

[moonttaeil]

for the scenario game : renjun + let's fall in love for the night by finneas + fluff, please and thank you <33

[00:23] Renjun softly smiled down at you, now reaching with his fingers to erase the stains that your tears had left on your face. The night had fallen upon both of you, a whole blanket of stars could be seen in the sky, but your mind was far away from that beautiful place.

“I’ve told you a million times he’s does not deserve you” he finally spoke after listening to your never ending rant of yet another fight with who you supposed it was already your ex-boyfriend. A scoff left your mouth, but it didn’t humor you. “I was expecting a little bit of compassion— I forgot who I was talking with” your response was quick, your eyes darting away from him. Now you were the one who tried to erase the stains of dark make up under your eyes.

“Then what did you expect me to say?” He asked back, his eyebrows furrowing. The only source of lighting at that moment was the bright moon that illuminated the city in front of you, the noise of cars and people living present after every word exchanged. “I was expecting— I don’t know! Something to make me feel better— something that makes me forget about that douchebag for a minute! Damn it!”

He sighed and so did you, now both looking away from each other as you sat one next to the other, shoulders almost touching. The tension between you two grew because of your last words and now you were regretting them. “Look Renjun—“ you were about to apologize when he stopped you with a glance, taking out his phone and after a second, handing it to you. Taking a brief look down at the screen, there was a playlist waiting to be played.

“What’s this?”

He pursued his lips before taking a deep breath, avoiding your stare. “Those are your favorite songs you’ve talked to me about ever since we were twelve” he pointed down at the phone, “I don’t like them, but you could play any of them and you can bet I’ll know every line”

“Renjun—“

“No, I’ve thought about this long and I’ve discussed this with myself too many times to back out now Y/N” he interrupted once again, and by the look on his face you knew he was having a hard time saying those words to you, taking his big pride out of his chest and leaving it aside, something he was less than used to do. “I know you don’t want me— I know you won’t ever stay with me but...if you want to forget about that douchebag for a minute and maybe bruise me instead, you can have your way with me until you go tonight” his words turned into whispers as he spoke, finally looking up at your already glossy eyes.

“I know better than—”

But the sound of his words disappeared the moment both of your lips touched together, you couldn’t control the impulse of your own body. The sadness mixed with the sudden excitement of having your lifelong best friend confessing to you made you move without thinking twice, your hands keeping his face still. Time stopped and so did your heart, but you did not regret it. The world could end and you’d be happy, there and then, with him only.

“Call me yours, Renjun”

[dreamieofu]

dreamies reaction s/o being clingy! (requested) ♡♡♡ 

♡mark♡

you woke up to an empty bed. one of those lucky days where you were able to spend time with mark, to wake up beside him. but he wasn’t there. you stretch before lifting yourself off the bed. bare feet padding towards the small clattering sounds from afar. you peak over the doorway to find mark in a tight-tee. the morning sun brushing shadows on his biceps as he prepares some breakfast. you giggle quietly to yourself, arms out to wrap around his torso. “mm, good morning,” your cheek against his back as you feel his body shake a little chuckle. you don’t let go hugging him from behind, as he walks his way around the kitchen. “good morning princess,” your feet following him as he looks behind his shoulder to find you looking up with doe eyes. you really missed him, and it’s been a good 10 minutes just holding him. he turns around, still wrapped around your arms. his hands meet your face to squish your cheeks, “you know, as much as i love you. i can’t feed you if you’re on me baby,” you pout at his words. he places a quick kiss on your lips, before taking your ams to place them by your side. although you want to listen and just sit down, you’re quick to wrap your arms around him again, “five more kisses and i’ll go sit down,” 

♡renjun♡

you walk out of renjun’s room, to find him tapping away on his phone. you’ve just woken up from a small nap and wanted attention. you skip towards him, landing on the couch, head already at his lap. he looks down from his phone, to find you smiling sweetly at him. he places a soft kiss on your forehead but he’s quick to revert his eyes back to his phone. you manoeuvre your head from his lap to regain his attention. he only raises his eyebrows at you, and smiles. you sulk to yourself, your head lifting cautiously through the loop of his arms getting close to him. eventually you’re sat on his lap. “are you okay?” he asks, helping you fix your position on his lap. a firm hand on your thigh, the other still with his phone. “i want attention,” you say bluntly. he laughs at your words, continuing his game. your weave your hands around his neck, slowly moving his head to face you. “a kiss” you grin before puckering your lips and closing your eyes. but theres no kiss. “hold on baby, let me just finish this level,” you then frown at him dramatically sighing, “just a little kiss...” you trail on, a finger tracing his jaw while his eyes were still trained on his phone. “... tiny kiss,” you whisper again. renjun just huffs before throwing his phone to the other side of the couch, gripping your thigh, bringing you closer. you let out a small yelp, surprised by his actions. “i’ve lost.” he tells you, looking into your eyes, finally. “opps-” you squeak, before his lips crash onto yours. “a big kiss...so can you please sit still while i try win again?” 

♡jeno♡

“whatcha doing?” you ask, laid on his bed playing with your fingers. you fix your position to lay on your chest, finding him at his desk scrolling through web browsers. “i’m looking for some things,” he tells you, not paying you much attention. “what things?” you ask again, he doesn’t really respond. “fun things?” another question unanswered, “like games?” bothered by his attention span being solely on his laptop, you make your way to his seated figure to wrap your forearms near his neck. your head beside him grazing the side of his neck, to see his screen. “yeah baby, just checking out the newest games... watching walkthroughs,” he trails on, unfazed by your presence. “i like games, will i be able to play?”, “is it fun?”, “will you buy this game?” he hums at your questions, his hands touching your arms to unwrap around him as he turns from his chair to meet you. jeno stands up from his chair and pulls you close by the waist, “you’re so full of questions today,” his words make you shy. “really?” you question again, and he smiles at your cuteness nodding “many questions,” and you pout at him, ready to return to his bed to be sad alone. but he’s stronger, your back meeting his chest as he whispers, “do you want me or something?” he asks in your ear. your face so heated as you reply, “can i?” another question but this time it was answered with jeno lifting you, to bring you both to his bed to cuddle. 

♡haechan♡

his fingers have been clicking at his mouse for the longest time, before you got tired of it. deciding you want some love, you tiptoe over to his chair and straddle his lap without warning. his head motioning over your body left-to-right to view his monitor. “babe...” he warns once you’ve settled, your head on his shoulder and arms around his torso. you only squeeze his frame before your cold hands find their way under his shirt, palms flat at his lower back. “i want some loving” your breath tickling his neck, as he continues using his keys, and clicking his mouse. you squeeze him again, hands rubbing the smooth skin of his back. “some loving?” he mumbles, not really paying you attention. you nod against his shoulder. you begin to place tiny open mouth kisses on his neck, as he plays his computer game. he tenses under your touch, but doesn’t say anything. you took this gesture as an ‘okay to continue’ so you did, nipping away at his skin before he lets out an involuntary moan. “baby, i’m busy...” he pouts, making you pull away to face him. you kiss him this time, slipping the words “i know,” into his mouth. he pulls his head back, disconnecting your lips. “nono, please, i just want 15 minutes and i’m all yours,” he persuades you. a devilish smirk plays on your lips, going back to his neck. “just 15 minutes,” you repeat his words, not leaving his lap, lips reattached to his neck leaving marks.

 ♡jaemin♡

jaemin’s been cleaning around the house, and you’ve been a few steps away from him at all times. peeking through doorways, another “need any help?” sung sweetly while you step into the living room, watching jaemin wipe down the coffee table. your voice distracting him, as he looks towards your direction. a smile tugging on his lips as he sighs another, “no, i’m okay.” you hum at his answer, sitting on the couch watching him as he swings the cloth up in the air in a quick motion, indicating he finished polishing the table. he catches it, and walks out the room to put the cloth back to its place. you pick up your feet and trail a few steps after him. he turns his head towards your shuffling feet behind him, and shakes his head. “when are you done?” you ask, looking at your feet as you walk behind him. not realising that he’s stopped walking teasingly, you bump your head against his back. once he felt you, he turned his body fully around, to look into your curious eyes. “why do you keep following me hm?” he asks, his fingers reaching to hold your hands, you pout at his words. “you take so long cleaning, and i want to spend time with you!” you claim, going on your tiptoes to exaggerate your words. he only chuckles at your response, a kiss with a lingering smile is placed on your lips. partly to satisfy you, and also he couldn’t help it when you were acting so cutely for his attention. 

♡chenle♡

“i can feel you staring,” his voice booms through the kitchen. you’re sat at the island in the kitchen watching him prepare your favourite dinner. it’s been a while since chenle’s cooked for you, and you loved it so incredibly much. he’s always looked that extra bit more manly while he cooked and it made you drool. “i know, i think you’re so handsome,” you shamelessly confess, hands holding your face as hearts carve in your pupils. sighing contently, you prance towards his figure and wrap your arms around his torso from behind. you feel him laugh under your touch, “you smell good too,” your nose softly grazing his shirt, a quick motion as one of his hands stroke your forearms that were laced around him. “the food or me?” he asks, his hand missing again, to continue cooking for you. “both,” you sigh into his back, he walks sideways towards the next counter, but your arms never leave him. you follow him clumsily like his shadow as he reaches for the wooden spoon on the counter. stirring, he looks back at your endearing gestures to give you a sweet smile. a small kiss on your head before he continues. taking your smaller hands in his to stir the food together. he loves feeling your presence, even if he won’t admit it to you. he loves you being close. 

♡jisung♡ 

you were both in the early stages of your relationship, so you didn’t really share much skinship. you were both sat down on the couch in his dorm. a movie rolling in the background as you gather up the courage to say, “jisung... can you hold my hand?” a quiet atmosphere as you feel heat creeping up on your face, feeling embarrassed to even ask. you hands were a bit clammy, and as you were expecting you started overthinking it. maybe he doesn’t like holding your hand? but his hand slowly interlinked your fingers together; giving it a quick squeeze before giving you a smile. your heart swelled, giggling at his gesture. “sorry, i’m a bit nervous to just hold your hand,” he confesses. you feel slight relief knowing he felt the same. a few moments pass “hold on, let me get us a drink,” he continues beginning to stand up, you felt his hand slipping slightly so you’re quick to hold on and stand with him. a sheepish smile playing on your lips as he looks at you beginning to understand what you were doing. a smile never leaving his lips as you hold hands towards the kitchen, hold hands getting the drinks and hold hands all the way back to the couch. he even kept holding your hand to stretch his arm over your shoulders, to bring you closer. a kiss to your forehead as you both continued the movie. maybe skinship between you both isn’t as hard as he thought.

[forehead-enthusiast]

[4:10pm] You sat beside Renjun on the piano bench, way too close for comfort as you struggled not to fall off the tiny thing. He'd promised to teach you, at least until he got sick of it, but neither of you were prepared for the proximity. Your sides were glued together, and you prayed he couldn't feel the vibrations of your pounding heart reverberating against him. He plunked out a chord, showing you how to position your fingers, and you tried to imitate his graceful gestures.

"No, one key over... Yeah, that's it."

You held your breath, wishing you could've downed a bucket of mints before you were this close to such a beautiful face.

"This's an octave, right?"

"Hm? Yeah," he watched as your fingers strained to reach the distant notes, and demonstrated how to do it correctly with ease.

"How the hell can you reach that?"

He chuckled. "Practice? You'll be able to do it too, my hands aren't that much bigger than yours."

"No way," you lamented, sure he had to have some kind of innate advantage. You grabbed his wrist to press his palm to yours, searching for an excuse. "See it's like, a little... Bigger."

His fingers barely surpassed yours, but the realization of what you'd just done made your face burn, and Renjun would've been lying if he said he wasn't insanely nervous too. His palm was just a little rougher than yours, with a callous on his middle finger and nails clipped short. Your breath caught as the fingers you had been admiring a moment ago slid hesitantly between yours. Slowly, you mirrored them, taking hold of your friend's hand in a way that friends don't. You sat in silence, your faces no more than a few inches apart. It seemed like they grew closer every second.

"Are you." You gulped. "...Are you going to kiss me?"

"Only if you want me to." He whispered.

You answered by bridging the gap between your lips, and he responded with a hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you tighter against his kiss. His fingers entangled themselves in your hair, and you hummed notes of bliss as Renjun's lips melted against yours. He let your hand go only so he could cup your face with it, and you felt almost lightheaded as your heart threatened to explode. You put a hand down to steady yourself, forgetting where you were, and accidentally played a cacophony of notes on the piano beside you.

Renjun and you both jumped, then laughed as you realized what'd happened. He turned to you, face flushed with excitement and amusement.

"I think you've got a lot of potential."

"Oh yeah?"