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RENJUN???? 🤯
RENJUN???? 🤯
cherry — hrj 🍒
pairing: huang renjun x reader
au/genre: smut, humor, uni!au, virgin!renjun, sub-ish!renjun?, bi!renjun but it doesn’t add anything to the story it just be like that 😝
characters: huang renjun, f!reader, lee donghyuck / haechan, na jaemin, lee jeno
word count: 4949 words
warnings: reader is about the same size as renjun for plot purposes, alcohol, jaemin is gay, truth or dare, mentions of porn consumption, mommy kink and resulting dirty talk, loss of virginity, unprotected piv sex (be better!), pretty tame besides that tbh
a/n: HAPPY RENJUN SOLO!!!11!!1 ROLO!!! LET’S IGNORE THAT HE GOT A SOLID 4.3 MINUTES OF PROMOTIONS!!111!! TOMORROW’S THE DAY!! LET’S JUST EAT IT EAT IT UP!!!
Renjun, by no means, has any problems getting girls – or guys, for that matter, but that shall not be of importance for the time being. Every time he as much as wears something close to a crop top outside, there will be at least 10 people staring, and one asking for his number. He also doesn't mind going on dates, but after the second date max, he realizes that, no, this person is not for him. And he's fine with that. He just has to wait for the right person to come around. The only problem: he is a (self-diagnosed) romantic. He needs to be deeply in love to get intimate, or that's what he thinks, at least. And what makes it a real problem is that he is just so horny all the time.
He just wishes there was someone to explore with, someone to lead him a little, someone he can dive into this 'mommy'-thing with that he's found once (late at night, scrolling through twitter porn) that made him cry and orgasm intensely.
Renjun thought it was hopeless. 26 years of his life had passed, and there was still nothing going on in the sheets except for his own shenanigans.
Well, that was until you showed up.
One minute, he hangs out at the local cafe with his friends, talking about uni, gossip, and recent sexual adventures (not that he has any, but they do), and the next you just walk in. Renjun vividly remembers getting whiplash from how quickly he turned his head to have a double-take at you. And just his luck, you sat down with his friends because apparently you know Jaemin from one of your gender studies courses.
Apart from a tiny little mention of his name as you asked everyone what you should call them, he doesn't get a word out. He just stares, and obviously at that. So obvious that even Donghyuck pointed it out when they left the cafe hours later. But Renjun didn't mind getting teased about it. All he does the rest of the day, the whole night and over the entire expanse of the following week is think about how cool you are, how hot and pretty, and how lovely you smelled of cherries.
The next encounter doesn't take long to happen, which could partly be because Renjun insist on spending an unnatural amount of time with Jaemin now, just because there could be the slight chance of coincidentally running into you again. And it happens, more sooner than later, when Renjun waits outside the philosophy building of the university you both go to, waving big at Jaemin until you appear behind the younger. Never in his life had Renjun started sweating so quickly, pulling his hand down immediately.
"Yooooo," Jaemin chants, pulling Renjun into a manly hug, but Renjun can just gulp. Why do you have to look so cool? And hot? He genuinely wants you to step on him, especially when you smile at him and wave your hand.
"Renjun was it, right?"
Sirens go off in Renjun's head. You remember his name. You remember him. He quickly catches himself and smiles, nodding. Maybe it's just him seeing things, but he is almost sure your eyes lingered on him a bit longer than they had to.
Jaemin throws his arm around Renjun's shoulders, and Renjun doesn't mind at all that he is noticeably smaller. Maybe you like that. Maybe he likes that he appears small around you. His eyes fall to the platforms of your shoes, and he deducts that you're probably around his own height. Why does that make his tummy feel all tingly?
The walk to the bus stop is not as awkward as Renjun would've thought. You seem pretty extroverted, talking freely with Jaemin about whatever (Renjun doesn't pay attention) and even include him every once in a while. Sadly, you all have to part at the bus stop. Just as you arrive, your bus stops at the bus stop and you wave them goodbye.
Renjun almost jumps three meters into the air. The number on the bus shows 323. His birthday! That's a sign, right? The universe wants for you to have your way with him. Renjun is mere seconds away from running to the next tattoo shop to get the numbers engraved into his flesh.
After that, he doesn't really have it in him to pay much attention to Jaemin, and he would feel sorry for it if there was anything in his head except for thoughts of you, and to his upmost surprise, they weren't all naughty. A bit later, on the bus home, Renjun makes it his mission to scroll through all of Jaemin’s 1k followers on Instagram in hopes of finding you in the midst of them.
His heart skips a beat as he does, and he scrolls through your posts for a bit until deciding that he should just shoot his shot. He follows you, then opens the direct messages to hit you up.
What should he say?
"Hi! This is Renjun! Found you amongst Jaemin’s followers lol"
No. Too obvious. Too needy. You don't have to know that he stalked his way to your profile. So he deletes the message.
"Heyyyy."
No. Why so many 'y's? He deletes it.
"Hey."
Sounds like he hates you and doesn't care about you. He deletes it.
"Heyy."
Okay ew. He deletes it.
"Good afternoon! To my upmost enjoyment, your profile winked at me from the suggestions. Let me know if it bothers you at all that I'm messaging you-"
He can't even finish typing that one before deleting it all, and he doesn't even want to address everything that's wrong with that message. He sighs, then locks his phone and stares out the window. It can't be that hard to formulate a good message. He sighs once again, then picks up his phone to try again, only to see that you followed him back and sent a message.
His heart visibly pumps out of his chest, stretching his skin like in a cartoon, and heat shoots up into his cheeks. He is the luckiest man in the world. It's meant to be! He quickly opens the message to see what you said.
"hi 😸"
Ugh. An emoji. Why didn't he think of that? He quickly replies with:
"Saw you in the suggestions :D"
and cringes immediately after. But you seem to not mind at all as you double tap the message to mark it with a little red heart. Renjun wants you in him. What?
"are u gonna be at jeno's tomorrow?"
Renjun wants to hug the universe. You're hinting at the small get together Jeno's hosting the next day, an evening full of one movie, alcoholic beverages and foods that will make Renjun question whether he's lactose intolerant or if that was just too oily for his poor digestive system. Sometimes, they even play funny drinking games, and Renjun wonders what will happen if you're there...
"Yep! You?"
Yep. Yep?! Who says yep?!
"see u there 😻"
Renjun feels like his entire world is revolving around you. A cat emoji with heart eyes? He wants that tattooed as well. He wants that printed on a shirt. He wants to buy new wallpapers for his room with this stupid emoji on them.
Now he only needs to wait... and figure out what to wear.
______
Renjun rings the doorbell to Jeno's house a bit later than usual. Admittedly, it's taken a bit longer for him to get ready because he might have shaved for this. Who knows! His heart stops as it's you who opens the door for him.
"Renjun! Glad you made it!" You suddenly pull him into a hug and Renjun feels his eyes roll back. "They already started the movie," you inform him further, all while Renjun is still hazy from your cherry scent.
"Nice outfit," you compliment. Indeed, it is a nice outfit, and Renjun is more than thrilled that it caught your attention just like he planned.
"Thank you," he finally gets out as he takes off his shoes by the entrance. He follows you inside and takes a seat next to Donghyuck who throws him a knowing glance which Renjun ignores. Throughout the movie, Renjun keeps stealing glances, and he is honestly surprised you haven't noticed and reported him yet.
The movie ends, and Renjun, the usual film geek, has no idea what even happened. He just likes watching you munch on cherry jelly, popping them into your mouth. God, how he wishes it were his cherry you popped.
"I bet you wish it was your cherry she popped," Donghyuck quietly remarks with a grin. Renjun looks at him with furrowed brows.
"I wish you died right now."
"Hah, good one. Just like in the movie." Donghyuck pats his back before getting up to get a drink. Renjun is just confused. What kind of movie was that?
Although, he can't dwell on that for too long as Jaemin pushes a drink into his hand. Everyone gathers around once again, this time in a circle. It is time.
Jaemin suggests to play 'Truth or Dare' and everyone seems to be okay with that.
"Okay, Truth or Dare?" Jaemin asks Jeno who is currently sipping on his vodka red bull.
"Dare," he quickly says, and Jaemin takes a second to think. It gives Renjun some time to stare at you, the way you sit there, nonchalantly, with your legs crossed and a drink in your hand. Renjun wonders if anyone's ever thanked your parents for making such a gorgeous child. It's obvious you weren't just made with a quick nut, but by making love.
"Take your shirt off," Jaemin finally says, and Jeno rolls his eyes, but complies.
"That's just gay, Jaemin," Donghyuck remarks.
"And so am I," Jaemin replies with a big grin as he watches Jeno fold his shirt messily. Any other day, Renjun would've giggled at Jaemin and Jeno's little bromance thing, but today he can only analyze the way you seem to not take any interest in Jeno's nudity. He wonders if that's a good sign, that you're not into big, athletic guys like Jeno. Or maybe you're just not into guys.
"Truth or Dare?" Jeno asks Donghyuck.
"Dare," Donghyuck says as well, winking at no one in particular. Renjun watches as your lips wrap around your straw and even though there is a massive size difference (!!), his eyebrows quivering, eyes gazing dreamily as he wonders just what it would look like if you-
"Renjun!"
"Huh?"
"Truth or Dare?" Donghyuck repeats. Renjun can't believe he's been so out of it that he missed out on Donghyuck's dare. He feels his ears getting hot and he takes a quick sip of the too strong drink Jaemin made him and scrunches his face at the burn.
"Truth?" He decides on, and immediately regrets sitting next to Donghyuck.
"Do you have a mommy kink?" Donghyuck says immediately, as if he's been planning this moment for weeks, as if he's waited for Renjun to pick Truth. Renjun briefly closes his eyes, then turns his head to glare at Donghyuck who smirks evilly.
"Maybe." Renjun says.
"That's-"
"It's the truth! I don't know for sure!" Renjun defends himself, his eyebrows shooting up as he does so. And it is true. As aforementioned, he just saw it, like, once, and then looked it up, like, maybe 30 more times and perhaps he really enjoys what he's seen so far but! He can never be certain unless he tried it, right?
Donghyuck sighs as the lack of gossip and teasing material he got out of this answer and leans back in defeat. Renjun doesn't know if it's good or bad that he missed your reaction to the whole topic.
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Renjun lies awake on the floor of Jeno's bedroom (he had earned this luxurious spot in a fair game of Rock Paper Scissors). He knows you are just one room over in the guest room since everyone agreed that you should not have to sleep in a room full of guy farts.
He ponders for a reason to go over there and pay you a visit. Well, the pressure in his lower parts is, for him personally, reason enough to slip into the guest room and beg for you to take his virginity then and there, but, obviously, that's not an objective outlook on things.
Jeno snores loudly beside him and he sighs, getting up from the floor, stretching his limbs that are already sore after... ?! 12 minutes of laying on the ground, he realizes with wide eyes as he checks his phone. Damn, he's really getting old...
Not without tripping over Jeno's gym bag by the door and smashing cheek forward into the wooden door with a loud smack that surprisingly doesn't wake Jeno from his peaceful, yet loud slumber, Renjun manages to slip out of the room, the door squeaking loudly, and he curses Jeno for living in the most annoying house ever.
Renjun steps over to the kitchen, not even bothering to walk quietly because if his entire encounter with Jeno's room door didn't wake everyone on the block, his graceful stride over to a bottle of water surely won't either. At the far end of the hallway, he notices the kitchen lights are turned on, and before he can make a mental note to yell at everyone excluding you in the morning for not caring about the planet, he notices there is actually someone in there.
"He-" he says, voice freezing as he is met with you in all your glory. "Hey..." he finishes, clearing his throat.
"Did you fall?" You ask as you turn around, pointing to his reddened cheek.
Renjun feels himself having an actual flashback to the moment he kissed Jeno's room door and cringes at the fresh memory. "No," he lies, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his neck and into the back of his pajama shirt.
"Then what brings you here?" You smile.
"Water." Renjun gestures into the vague direction of the fridge, pretending like his voice didn't just tremble weirdly. You smile, then hand him a bottle. Your fingers graze his ever so slightly and Renjun has to flex every single muscle in his body at once to not moan. "Thanks," he creaks out instead. He aims to casually lean against the counter as he takes a sip, but miscalculates the distance and crashes his hip against the hard surface with a loud thud.
"You okay?" You grin.
"Yep. I'm just cool, just chilling," Renjun shrugs nonchalantly as if he's not feeling a bruise starting to form.
You chuckle, "you're cute."
Renjun's breath stops, his heart stops and his brain stops as well, and it takes everything in him to merely smile coyly and not drop to the ground and kiss your feet. "Ya think?" He smirks, and a very, very repressed part of his brain notes that he is going to think about this super cringe moment every night as he's trying to fall asleep from now on.
"Yeah," you smile, "you're kinda weird... I like guys like that."
YOU LIKE GUYS LIKE THAT?! If this were a cartoon, Renjun's head would turn into a siren and start spinning.
"Well, I can be a lot weirder if you want me to," Renjun replies coolly, then realizes what that must've sounded like, "I mean... in the sense that- ... uh.."
You chuckle and take a step towards him. Renjun freezes, and as he imagines what could happen right now, he quickly begins hardening in his pants.
"I like you," you say simply and Renjun hopes that in his next life, he can be as nonchalant as you.
"Yeah?" Renjun cheeps, "like me? Like how?"
You tilt your head as you stop right in front of him. Renjun is sure you can feel and hear his heart hammering in his chest. "I like you as in... I'm attracted to you."
Oh, mamma... it's happening. Renjun's throat dries up so fast that all he can do is nod, which he does very quickly and unnecessarily long, but you don't seem to mind.
"Are you nervous?" You ask, placing a hand on the counter next to him and Renjun feels his head spin.
"A little..." he brings out, breathing already a bit heavier as his gaze unmistakably runs over your body. He can almost make out your curves underneath your oversized shirt, and he is so thankful that his boxers are tight enough to hold everything back from poking into you right now.
"Do you maybe... wanna sleep over in the guest room?"
YES!!! YES!!!!!!! Y E S !!!!
"S-sure," Renjun brings out despite the voices in his head setting his brain on fire. You smile and take his hand, and Renjun makes a mental note to never wash it again before you pull him along into the guest room and close the door behind you.
Renjun takes a deep breath. Okay, this seems to be happening. He knows how this works. He knows roughly where the clit is located. Foreplay, penetration, confessing his undying love, orgasm. What?
You pat the bed next to you and Renjun moves to sit down.
"I think I should tell you that... I'm not exactly experienced," Renjun suddenly blurts out. Yes, maybe that was dumb and you'll find him pathetic and call him a fucking virgin like those kids in Fortnite lobbies, but he can't just- he needs you to show him.
"Meaning?" You smile, and your lack of harsh insults eases Renjun’s mind a bit.
"Meaning... we have to start from scratch."
“You’re a virgin?” Your eyebrows rise, but you still look friendly. "Are you sure you-"
"Yes." He cuts you off, then takes a breath, "sorry... yes, I'm sure. I haven't felt like this about anyone ever before..."
"You mean, horny?"
He blinks at you. "Yes."
"Oh," you grin, "well... if you're sure... I'd be happy to be your first."
Renjun blinks. Okay, this is happening. Before he can overthink this, he leans in and kisses you, and to his upmost joy, you reciprocate the kiss without any hesitation. Renjun notes that besides your lips being incredibly soft, this feels much different than his last kiss at summer camp where all he could think about was how dangerously close his braces were to the other person’s. His eyes roll back, his heart speeds up when you break the kiss to move your lips down his neck, mumbling something about how he can stop you if it’s getting to much, and that he should communicate his needs, but his hands are already unbuttoning his own shirt and pulling it off. The weight between his legs is getting unbearable, and rather than savoring this moment and every new sensation, his dick is screaming at him to just please, please hurry and get it wet.
“Someone’s eager,” you tease as you pull back so Renjun can remove your shirt, but he barely register’s your voice at the sight of your breasts coming into view. He lets out a sound akin to a whimper, way beyond the line of caring about his dignity, and besides, he trusts you to be mature enough to not speak ill of him once this is all over.
“Go on, touch,” you encourage, and it feels like his palms are magnets and your boobs are made of cobalt with the way he immediately engulfs the flesh and squeezes gently.
The next few moments feel like a daze in which Renjun faintly remembers scooting up onto the mattress to lay down with you, clothes flying through the air, and your hand slowly making its way down his body until-
“Fuck…” Renjun gasps as soon as your finger tips make contact with his erection. You chuckle, and Renjun is surprised that a chuckle could be considered seductive.
“Yeah? Feels good? I’m not going too fast?” You say softly, and Renjun shakes his head. “Too slow,” he croaks out, then groans softly as you wrap your hand around his dick and begin squeezing carefully and stroking up and down slowly. His eyes close on their own, but his world keeps spinning, his brain taken over by lust and nothing else. Your hand alone feels good, so good, that he can’t even imagine what it will be like once he’s finally inside you. He feels so good and so safe that-
“Mommy…”
Renjun freezes.
What the fuck was that?!
But while his mind is fighting between snapping his head up to look at you with wide eyes, curling into a ball of shame, pretending it didn’t happen, or just simply dying altogether, you speak up. “Are you gonna be a good boy for Mommy?”
Oh.
Oh God.
If it were possible, his dick would’ve gotten 120% harder from that.
“Yeah…” he whimpers, feeling himself drown in this feeling of submitting to you mentally as he buries his face in your neck. And you just keep stroking him while smelling so deliciously of fucking cherries. “Mommy, I wanna…,” he pauses as a brief hint of shame comes over him. This is new, and his brain has not caught up about whether he should be embarrassed or not.
“What do you want?” You ask, your voice harboring a mix of softness and subtle dominance. It sends a shiver down his spine.
“Wanna.. fuck you,” he admits quietly, finally finding the courage somewhere within him to lift his head and look up at you, lids heady with lust.
“Wanna fuck me? Hm? You wanna fuck Mommy?” You says with a seriousness that makes all his embarrassment float out the window. Fuck yes, he wants to fuck Mommy.
With his newfound confidence, he manages to lift himself up a little, getting on top of you. “Yeah, ‘wanna make Mommy feel good…” And as if the Gods of Sex took over his body, Renjun’s hand sneaks between your legs, and based on your reaction, magically finds all the right spots to touch. He can feel how wet you are, and despite never having done this before, his admittedly clumsy movements seem to be getting positive reactions out of you. He even dares to insert a digit, then two. “Mommy’s so wet for me…”
A grin pulls at the corner of your mouth, not in a mocking way or as if you’re not taking the situation seriously, but genuinely enjoying the interaction. “Mommy wants your pretty dick, Renjun…”
He does not need to be told twice. “Mommy thinks my dick is pretty?” He wants you to confirm, retracting his hand as he settles between your legs and doesn’t hesitate to get ahold of his dick and brushing the tip over your folds before looking up into your eyes where he’s met with nothing but pure desire.
“Very, very pretty,” you confirm, exhaling shakily at the thought of getting filled by him, Renjun assumes. Still, he throws you a last questioning glance to which you nod before he finally, finally lines himself up with your entrance and slowly push inside.
Behind his eyes, fireworks go off, a cherry pops, and he groans loudly. “Fuck, Mommy, feels so good…”
You moan softly at the intrusion, welcoming the length of him by sucking him deeper and deeper until he bottoms out. “My God..” Is all you manage to let out, briefly closing your eyes at the feeling. Experimentally, Renjun gives a gently thrust, earning a moan from you in response, then another with the same result. He begins a careful pace, still a bit unsure about how exactly this works, but at the same time it feels like nature’s taking over for him, his hips rocking into you by instinct alone. Once he’s found his rhythm, he meets your gaze. You look like you’re enjoying this, and the sounds you’re letting out are like music to his ears, but Renjun desperately wants to feel you come before he does.
“Mommy,” he begins, causing you to lift your head and look at him lustfully. He gulps, then manages to bring out, “teach me how to make you come…”
You exhale shakily once again, your teeth catching your lip as a soft grin forms. “You wanna make Mommy come, hm?” He feels you take ahold of his hand, leading it between your legs. With your finger on his, you guide his movements on your clit, and Renjun feels dizzy from how little blood is in his brain. “Touch Mommy here…”
Renjun notices you angling your hips differently, his dick now brushing against your upper walls with renewed precision, as he is told to speed up.
“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” you gasp, “just like that… don’t stop.”
Renjun faintly remembers that this means to keep doing exactly what he’s doing, don’t speed up, don’t change anything, just keep going. And so he does, pushing the urgency of his own orgasm to the back of his mind. You have to come first. “Mommy… Mommy..” The increased speed makes it harder and harder for him to hold back. He doesn’t even know whether he’s allowed to come inside you, he didn’t even ask about birth control–
“Mommy, please,” he practically begs, feeling his muscles tightening at his impending high.
“Mommy’s gonna come… keep going,” you moan, voice almost whiney and desperate at this point.
“Mommy.. can I.. come… inside?” Renjun pants, his free hand holding onto your waist for dear life.
“Sure, sure, yes,” you practically whimper, and Renjun’s brows furrow as he nears his orgasm. He’s just about to warn you when he feels a particularly tight squeeze around his dick, followed by a load moan from you, and that’s all he needs to finally let go.
He comes, harder than ever, and it feels like it’s going on forever. He doesn’t care about bow loud he is, how many pathetic whimpers of “Mommy…” escape his lips, until he feels the muscle contractions subside.
He doesn’t know where his when he comes to his senses, blinking a bunch of times to be able to take in his surroundings. There’s Jeno’s guest room, and you, and you’re naked, panting and grinning, and he’s still buried inside you.
“Holy shit,” he manages.
“I have to say, exceptional performance for your first time,” you say, sounding almost completely normal, maybe a little out of breath, but nothing compared to Renjun who lets out an awkward chuckle.
“Thanks, um…” he refrains from scratching the back of his head. “Do I just.. pull out?”
You chuckle, “yeah.” And Renjun does, immediately missing the warmth your body’d provided. To be fair, he’s never been a fan of cum, but seeing his own slowly ooze out of you does make him feel something… but the sticky feeling is just yucky.
When a few minutes later everyone finished peeing and cleaning up, you pull Renjun back into the bed of the guest room.
“Want to talk about it?” You offer, scooting over so Renjun can occupy the space under the blanket. Renjun thinks for a moment, feeling at ease and a little cocky as he crosses his arms behind his head.
“I liked it,” he concludes, “I feel like you were the right person for this. Also.. uh,” he shuffles his arms under the blanket, “thank you for.. playing along, I guess?”
“My pleasure, really,” you nod, the small distance between you making it feel like a business interaction, but in a good way, somehow…
Renjun grins, “great. Good.”
A brief silence arises.
“So, um,” you start, but Renjun senses what you’re on about. “Don’t worry, I’m not, like, completely in love with you now or anything,” he promises, but notices a hint of a heavy feeling in his chest at those words, “but, like, I mean, if you’d be into that, I wouldn’t mind.. seeing you again… outside of this group of edge lords, I mean.”
He earns a brief splutter of a laugh from you at his choice of words that makes his chest swell with pride, for some reason.
“I wouldn’t mind that at all actually…”
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The next morning, Renjun is woken up by the shrill sounds of laughter coming from the kitchen, which, per se, is no unusual scene to wake up to. Though, given the circumstances of last nights events and their audio levels potentially breaching the thin walls of this forsaken house, Renjun is immediately met with a twinge of anxiety. He takes a look over at you, who’s smiling back without a care in the world. Well, it’s not you who’d never live down the teasing.
“Ah, there they are,” Jaemin greets as you and Renjun enter the kitchen.
“Missed you when I woke up and didn’t stumble over your body,” Jeno remarks with a grin.
“Yeah, kinda slept elsewhere because your floors are not exactly comfortable,” Renjun tries to bite back, but he has to admit, it was a weak defense.
“Mhm, we noticed,” Jaemin grins knowingly. Now that he thinks of it, Jeno is also grinning knowingly, and Donghyuck… don’t get him started on Donghyuck.
“Had fun?” Said friend inquires smugly.
“Ha ha, who has fun sleeping?” Renjun waves him off in a failing attempt of keeping this a secret. You, on the other hand, lean against the counter and push a cold piece of pizza between your lips as you watch the interaction like an innocent bystander.
“You, apparently,” Jeno points.
Renjun sighs, shoulders slumping. He’s given up. “You… didn’t hear us, right?”
Exaggeratedly, and obviously fakely, everyone shakes their heads and negates.
Jaemin pats his shoulder aggressively. “Nah, didn’t hear a thing about you… and Mommy.”
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jealous? — r.j
pairings — post-idol!renjun x f!reader
genre — smut (18+)
warnings — fingering, vaginal penetration, kitchen sex, table sex, soft dom renjun, mild jealousy, light possessiveness, consensual power play, slight edging, explicit sexual content, established relationship, post-idol au, domestic intimacy, realistic couple dynamics, aftercare, adult content 18+
wc — 1.6k
note: credits to the anon user who requested this last year, i accidentally deleted your request. im soo sorryy T.T
the rice cooker hummed softly in the background while renjun stood at the counter, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, chopping vegetables with that steady rhythm he always had when he cooked. he was 26 now, still carrying that quiet confidence from years of figuring life out away from the spotlight—no schedules, no cameras, just normal days like this one. you sat at the small dining table a few steps away, phone pressed to your ear, chatting with an old friend from back home.
nothing serious. just catching up, laughing at some dumb story about a failed blind date your friend had gone on last weekend. your giggles came easy, light and unbothered, the kind that filled the room without trying too hard. renjun rarely got jealous. he trusted you, trusted the steady thing you two had built over the past year of dating like regular people—coffee runs, late-night walks, him teaching you simple mandarin phrases while you helped him practice korean recipes. he wasn’t the type to make scenes or overthink small stuff.
but tonight something shifted.
he glanced over his shoulder, knife pausing mid-chop as another soft laugh left your lips. his brows raised just a fraction, dark eyes narrowing slightly in that calm, observant way of his. not angry. just... curious. a little pointed. he set the knife down, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and turned fully toward you. the apartment smelled like garlic and sesame oil, warm and familiar.
“who’s that?” he asked, voice even, almost casual. no edge, just straightforward like he was asking about the weather.
you pulled the phone away for a second, covering the mic with your palm, still smiling. “just ji-eun. she’s telling me about this guy who showed up to dinner in pajamas. it’s hilarious.” you let out another small laugh, waving it off like it was nothing, and went back to the call. “sorry, go on—”
renjun didn’t push. he turned back to the stove, stirring the pan with a wooden spoon, but the air between you felt a touch heavier now. not dramatic. just there. he tasted the sauce, adjusted the heat, moved with the same quiet efficiency. five minutes passed. your conversation wrapped up naturally, goodbyes exchanged, phone set face-down on the table.
you stood up, stretching, ready to help set the table. “smells good. need me to grab plates?”
he didn’t answer right away. instead he lowered the flame, turned to face you again. that same raised-brow look lingered, softer now but still present. “you were giggling a lot,” he said simply, tone calm, almost conversational. his mandarin accent curled lightly around the korean words, the way it always did when he was relaxed. “sounded fun.”
you laughed it off again, stepping closer to loop your arms around his waist from behind as he faced the counter. “it was. nothing serious. you know how she gets with her stories.” your chin rested against his shoulder, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne mixed with dinner. “jealous?” you teased lightly, expecting the usual brush-off. renjun wasn’t possessive like that.
he let out a short breath, almost a chuckle, but didn’t deny it outright. his hand covered yours on his stomach for a moment, warm and steady. then he turned in your hold, facing you properly. at 171cm he wasn’t towering, but the way he looked at you now—close, direct—made the space feel smaller. “not usually,” he admitted, voice low and matter-of-fact. “but hearing you laugh like that while i’m right here... hm.”
you grinned, about to make another light comment, but he leaned in and kissed you once, slow and intentional. nothing rushed. his lips tasted faintly of the sauce he’d been tasting earlier. when he pulled back, his eyes held yours. “let’s see if you can laugh it off in a bit.”
the words landed soft, but with enough weight that your stomach flipped. dinner was almost ready, but renjun had other ideas now. he turned the stove off completely, then guided you backward with gentle hands on your hips until your lower back met the edge of the table. no big production. just the two of you in the quiet apartment, the city hum faint outside the window.
“renjun—” you started, half-laughing still, but he shook his head once, that calm expression never breaking.
“sit,” he said, simple as that.
you did, hopping up onto the table. he stepped between your knees, hands sliding up your thighs over your lounge shorts, thumbs brushing the hem. his touch was unhurried, familiar. he kissed you again, deeper this time, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck. when he broke it, his forehead rested against yours for a second. “you’re mine to make laugh like that,” he murmured, almost to himself, before his fingers dipped under the fabric of your shorts and underwear in one smooth motion.
no rush. he worked you open slowly, two fingers pressing in with that precise care he always had—watching your face the whole time, reading every small reaction. your breath hitched. the giggles from earlier died in your throat, replaced by softer sounds you couldn’t quite control. his other hand stayed on your thigh, holding you steady.
“still laughing?” he asked quietly, voice steady even as his fingers curled just right, thumb circling where you needed it. the kitchen light cast warm shadows across his features, highlighting the small dimple that appeared when his mouth curved slightly. he wasn’t smirking. just focused, present.
you shook your head, biting your lip, hips shifting involuntarily. the table creaked faintly under you. renjun kept the pace even, adding a third finger when you were ready, stretching you with the same patient rhythm he used when cooking or practicing dance moves alone in the living room. your head tipped back, a low moan slipping out instead of any laugh.
“good,” he said, almost approving. he leaned in to kiss along your jaw, then your neck, nipping lightly at the spot he knew made your breath stutter. his free hand slipped under your shirt, palm warm against your skin, thumb brushing over your chest in lazy strokes. everything felt grounded—his body heat, the faint sizzle of residual oil in the pan, your own pulse in your ears. no over-the-top dirty talk. just him being renjun: soft in the way he touched, firm in the way he didn’t let up.
minutes stretched. your legs trembled around his waist. he brought you right to the edge with his fingers alone, then eased back, drawing a frustrated sound from you. “renjun, please—”
“not yet,” he replied calmly, withdrawing his hand only to tug your shorts and underwear down your legs in one go. he freed himself from his own sweats, rolling on a condom from the drawer nearby like it was the most normal thing in the world. then he was back between your thighs, pushing in slow and deep, one hand gripping your hip to keep you from sliding on the table.
the stretch burned nicely. you clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt. he moved with controlled thrusts, deep and steady, eyes half-lidded as he watched you fall apart. every time you tried to hide your face or bite back a sound, he’d tilt your chin back up gently. “let me hear,” he said, voice low but not demanding—just honest.
you couldn’t laugh it off anymore. your mind went hazy, thoughts scattering as he fucked you right there on the kitchen table, dinner forgotten on the stove. the angle hit perfectly each time, his hips rolling in that precise way that came from years of dance training. sweat beaded on his forehead, but his breathing stayed measured, only breaking when he groaned softly against your ear.
“you feel so good,” he whispered, simple and real, no flowery lines. his hand slipped between you again, fingers finding your clit while he kept thrusting. the dual sensation pushed you over fast—body tensing, a broken moan tearing from your throat as you came hard around him.
renjun followed not long after, burying himself deep with a quiet curse in mandarin, forehead pressed to your shoulder. for a minute you both just breathed, his arms wrapping around you to keep you close. the apartment smelled like half-cooked food and sex now.
he pulled out carefully, disposed of the condom, then helped you down from the table on shaky legs. a small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips as he brushed hair from your face. “dinner’s probably cold,” he said, voice back to its usual calm. “we can reheat.”
you leaned into him, still catching your breath, no giggles left—just warm exhaustion and the quiet certainty that renjun, even when a flicker of jealousy showed, handled it like everything else: straightforward, without turning it into something bigger than it was. he kissed your temple once, then went back to the stove like nothing had happened, though the way his hand lingered on your lower back said otherwise.
later, eating reheated food at the table you’d just been on, conversation flowed easy again. he asked about your friend’s story after all, listening with that soft focus of his. jealousy didn’t stick with him. but tonight it had sparked something warmer, closer. and you both knew it without needing to say much more.
studies in vampirism
summary: You haven't fed in a while, and Renjun's not afraid to engage in some research... tags: renjun x fem!reader, human!renjun x vampire!reader | smut! (unprotected piv, oral sex (fem!receiving), big dick renjun hahaha, renjun gets turned on by being bitten basically), sucking blood, needy/whiny renjun a/n: i was supposed to upload this at halloween...
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Renjun’s brain is fried.
He’s been staring at the same empty page of his research paper for, like, an hour now. Earlier, words flowed easily, now it seems like his native language has packed its bags and moved out.
And to think, this one isn’t even for class.
It’s for fun. Well… his version of fun.
It’s about vampires.
Renjun has always had what he insists is not an obsession, but rather, a fascination with vampires. It started when he was five, camping with his parents. They had just finished watching The Lost Boys the week before. At the campsite, in the dead of night, he glimpsed something in the woods: a flash of red eyes, a glint of fangs. He’d ran back to the tent and burrowed into his sleeping bag, terrified but electric with adrenaline. From that night on, he just knew they were real. And he wanted to know everything.
So he did. He devoured books upon books about vampires—fiction, nonfiction, romance, sci-fi, thrillers. If there was even a hint of vampirism, it ended up on his shelf. Movies are no exception. He’s probably seen the entire Twilight saga fifty times. He dressed as a vampire eight Halloweens in a row.
His therapist often refers to it as a “special interest”. He just thinks they’re cool.
He has an annatural amount of vampire lore catalogued in his brain.
And lately, he’s starting to suspect that you might actually be one.
You’re across from him at the kitchen table, the blue glow from your laptop soft against your face. It’s late, which is not unusual for you. You’re a night owl who’s usually wide awake long past midnight. Half the time Renjun wakes up to calls from you at 3 a.m., rambling about everything and nothing until he falls asleep mid-conversation.
But tonight, you’re struggling. Your chin keeps slipping into your palm, and the screen before you has dimmed from inactivity. You look…not just tired. Drained. Empty.
Renjun’s never seen you like this before.
“I think you should go home,” he says finally.
You blink, sluggish, lifting your head. “What?”
Renjun leans back and studies you—the washed out color of your skin, the heavy bags under your eyes. “You look exhausted. You should go to sleep.”
“Nah, I’m fine,” you insist, forcing a smile that looks more like a grimace. Your hands tremble before you shove them beneath the table, hoping he doesn’t notice.
He notices anyway. Something in his gut tightens.
“You’re not fine,” he says, softer now. He leans forward, elbows on the table, studying your face the way he studies his vampire novels. “You’re shaking.”
“I’m—“ you start, but the word tires halfway out. Your throat feels like sandpaper. You can’t seem to focus on the religion assignment waiting for you, all you can hear is the slow, steady rush of blood in his veins. It’s deafening. You swallow hard.
Renjun’s brow furrows. “Hey.” His voice cuts through the haze. “You okay?”
You force yourself to nod. “Just…lightheaded. Forgot to eat.” It’s true, in a way. Just not the kind of food he thinks.
Renjun gathers his papers, preparing to pack up for the night and send you home. His thumb catches on a page of notes, a paper cut shallowly slicing through the skin. Bright red blood wells at the cut, and he sighs, glancing at you in resigned silence.
But what he doesn’t expect is for your eyes to flash red as your gaze hones in on the fresh blood. Your lips part, and fangs extend from your canines to graze your lower lip.
Renjun gasps and goes still.
You clamp your mouth shut.
For achingly long moment, no one moves. No one speaks.
His first thought is: Holy shit, she is a vampire.
His second: She’s starving.
He says your name carefully, like if he says it too loud you’ll bolt. “How long has it been since you had blood?”
Your eyes widen, heart stuttering. “What are you talking about—“
“Don’t bullshit me. How long,” he presses, his voice steady but quiet. Almost gentle.
You break, gaze dropping to your lap. “A while,” you whisper. “I’m fine, I just— I’ll go. I don’t want—“
“You’re not fine.” He swallows, throat bobbing. “Do it.”
You blink at him. “What?”
“Feed on me,” he says, and though his pulse is skittering, his tone stays even. “I know enough. If you do it right, it won’t…hurt me. Or turn me. I know that.”
“You know that?” You echo, half horrified, half…touched?
He huffs a small, nervous laugh. “I would’ve majored in vampire studies if it were a real thing. Of course I know that.”
You make a weak sound that might be a laugh, and that’s enough to keep him moving. He pushes back his chair and stands before he can lose his nerve. “Come on. Couch. You’re going to pass out if you try to get home like this.”
“Renjun…” you warn, still unsure.
“Hey,” he says, hand resting on your shoulder. “I’m worried about you, that’s all.”
The truth in his voice makes the insecurity in you fall quiet, but awakens the thirst simmering beneath the surface.
“…Okay.”
You follow him to the couch. It’s soft and sunken from years of study sessions and movie marathons. He sits first, then hesitates, awkward. “Do you need me sitting or—?”
“Lying down is easier because you might feel faint,” you murmur. “I don’t want you collapsing and hurting yourself. But it creates a kind of awkward position so…”
“It’s fine.” His answer comes out rougher than intended.
He exhales and lowers himself back against the cushions.
His heart is hammering so loudly he wonders if you can hear it, and then smacks himself mentally for even asking. Of course you can—vampire.
You hover above him before shifting closer, knees pressing against his thigh as you kneel beside him on the couch. From this close he can feel the warmth of your body, smell the faint metallic edge of your hunger in the air.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” you ask. Your breathing is unsteady, chest rising and falling right in front of him. Your eyes have gone dark and glassy, a faint glint of red sparking in the lamplight. The sharp points of your fangs press into your lip. Renjun’s mind, unhelpfully, wonders how they’d feel against his tongue, what it would be like to taste that sharpness.
“Yeah,” he croaks.
Your hunger stirs at the sound, but you still hesistate. It undoes him a little.
Renjun slides lower against the cushions and tilts his head to expose his long, pale neck you’ve always thought was so pretty, the muscles shifting with his movement. “C’mon,” he murmurs. “You won’t kill me.”
Your mouth waters, pupils blowing wide at the metallic scent of his blood flowing through his veins, at the fluttering of his pulse.
Your fangs lengthen, and Renjun’s lips part in awe.
“Okay,” you say softly. “It’s going to hurt at first, but then it should start to feel…good. If you feel faint or lose feeling in your hands, tell me. Once i start, it’s hard to stop.”
Something about that last warning sends a hot ripple low in his stomach. He swallows. “Okay. I’m ready.”
Your hands slide to his chest for balance—light, but he can feel the tremor in your fingers. And then you lean in, searching for the perfect spot.
You breath is warm against his skin, and goosebumps erupt across his body.
And then your teeth break skin.
Renjun gasps, breath hissing between his teeth. A sting, sharp and immediate is followed by a spreading ache. His fingers fist the couch cushions.
Then you drink.
The pull is strange and electric — a tug that sends warmth racing from his throat to every nerve ending. Pain blurs into a heady rush that’s practically pleasure. A dizzy heat pools low and heavy while his pulse hammers against your mouth. He has to breathe carefully to stay grounded, eyes fluttering shut against the flood of sensation.
He can feel you fighting for control even as you feed, and somehow, that’s what makes it harder to think.
A soft moan tumbles out of him before he can stop it.
His dick twitches in his pants.
Then it should start to feel good.
Surely you didn’t mean it would feel like this? Like his sole purpose is to be a blood bank for you.
Soft, painted noises laced with pleasure fall from his lips as you continue to suck the blood from him, your hand on his chest to keep you steady.
His eyes flutter open to watch the color return to you, high in your cheeks. Your eyes, dull and shadowed moments ago, flare with light. Your lips part around his throat, flushed and slick, your breath trembling against his skin.
You look alive again, dangerous and breathtaking all at once.
You’re beautiful.
His pulse jumps against your mouth at the realization, the heat between his legs vicious and persistent.
Your tongue brushes against his throat, hot and velvety and fuck he’s going crazy.
He wills himself not to get hard as you feast on him, but it’s no use. Blood somehow rushes to both his throat and his dick.
He snakes a hand down to palm himself through his jeans. Something he’d never do in front of you in any circumstance (besides in his fantasies). It’s as if someone else is controlling him.
Someone much more horny, and desperate to get off.
“Hhohh fuck—“ Renjun groans, mind swimming. His surroundings waver, all he can focus on is the feeling of your mouth on him, of the pleasure and warmth seeping deep in his veins, thickening his cock and begging for release.
You haven’t seemed to notice, drunk on his blood. Faint, satisfied moans vibrate against his neck where you feast, and it only drives him crazier.
His fingers fumble as he undoes the button on his jeans and tugs the zipper down, his muddled mind slowing his movements.
He goes to free himself when his vision closes in from the outside.
If you feel faint, tell me.
He reluctantly pushes at your shoulder, a half hearted stop tumbling from his lips.
You don’t move at first, still sucking him dry. He almost wants to let you keep going, just to keep feeling this good. But he knows he can’t—knows you wouldn’t want that, either. So he pushes harder.
You blink, surroundings reappearing, the soft texture of Renjun’s shirt against the hard planes of his chest beneath your fingers. The cushion of the couch beneath your knees. The smooth skin of his throat at your lips.
Your fangs slowly retreat, and you release him, your tongue hot on his skin as you lick the blood on his throat clean, almost apologetically.
Renjun’s cock strains in his jeans, a flush high in his cheeks. He drops his head back against the couch, eyes closed as he sucks in deep, steadying breaths. He feels lightheaded from more than just the blood loss.
“You got a little excited, didn’t you?” Your voice startles him out of his haze, and his eyes crack open to see yours trained on his painfully hard cock restrained by his boxers. A smirk quirks your wicked lips.
Alarm bells blare in his skull through the lustful haze. He sits up, fumbling for the zipper on his jeans. “Fuck—I’m sorry—“
Hot shame floods through him, but your hand lands on his, stilling his movements. Renjun stiffens, gaze flicking to yours. The heat of your palm is just an inch away from his cock, and he hates how his hips twitch at that.
“Don’t apologize,” you purr, voice deep and velvety all of a sudden, nothing like the weak whisper from before.
Renjun swallows hard. The sluggishness that had weighed you down minutes ago is gone, replaced by something alive and deliberate. Your shoulders square, and confidence radiates off you in slow, simmering waves.
You trail one hand from his chest to his collarbone, fingers light but sure, tracing the edge of his shirt before resting there like you’ve claimed the space. Your gaze catches his—dark, glinting with that faint red—and you hold it.
“No one I’ve fed on has ever gotten turned on like this.”
His face burns hotter. “I thought you said it was supposed to feel good,” he mutters, staring down at his hand beneath yours.
“Yeah but not this good,” you say, squeezing his hand and pushing it down, generating friction against his clothed cock. He whimpers, lashes fluttering.
He misses the way your eyes flash at the sound.
“So all that obsession with vampires led you to wanting to fuck one, hm?” you murmur, lips curving into a small, knowing smile. It’s not cocky, but it’s undenaibly self assured, a predator remembering it’s strength.
Renjun’s breath stutters. He can’t decide if its fear or fascination coiling tight within him. Probably both.
It’s not like Renjun has never considered sex with a vampire. He has… a lot. Mostly with you, the person he has speculated being one for so long.
When alone, he’d imagine what it would feel like for you to bite him as you ride him, the heat of your mouth on his throat, the pain from your fangs sinking into his skin, your hot, tight, and slick pussy taking him with every desperate roll of your hips.
Or those pretty lips wrapped around his cock, adrenaline racing through him as you suck him off, careful not to let your fangs pierce or graze him—the risk of it all.
One too many used tissues have thoughts of you all over them.
He shrugs, too ashamed to reveal what he really wants, but you’re determined to get him to crack.
“Junnie,” you whisper, moving his hand to palm his cock yourself. A shudder rattles through him, and he can’t help but lightly grind his hips into your hand. Your voice is like an encantation: hypnotic, mesmerizing, pulling him in—your eyes a deep well he can’t help but fall into. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“W-what?” His pulse pounds behind his ears, jaw dropping in shock.
Your thumb skates over his bottom lip. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. You want me, don’t you, Renjun?”
He hesitates. He wants you so bad, wants to experience sex with a vampire—sex with you. But…it’s you. One of his best friends. He doesn’t want to ruin that.
You lean in, breath ghosting over his lips. He lists forward instinctively, aching to bridge the gap.
“I’m giving you the research opportunity of a lifetime,” you whisper, lips brushing his.
It hits him like a spark: the part of him that’s curious to his own detriment, the unfinished paper still glowing on his laptop, the need to know. You’re a magnet, pulling him past fear, past reason.
He shudders, surrendering before he can stop himself. “Please,” he breathes. “Yes, please. I want you.”
Your smile is slow and razor-sharp, sending a shiver down his spine. Your sweet disposition laced with something dark and dangerous. Renjun realizes he’s never wanted you more.
And then finally you’re kissing him, hands on either side of his face, guiding him where you want him. Renjun follows the flow. His hands find your hips, urging you to grind against him in dizzying waves.
Your fangs graze his bottom lip, and he groans, licking into your mouth.
He catalogues every sensation, tastes the faint copper of his own blood still on your lips. It’s warm and dizzing all at once: the echo of danger, the trust that let him bare his throat to you, the raw pull between you neither of you can write off anymore.
Your hands skirt beneath the hem of his t-shirt, running over his toned stomach reverently before sliding over his pecs, your thumbs brushing his nipples. He shivers, tugs you closer, harder onto him.
You pepper kisses along his jaw, his throat, sucking dark marks into his skin, your fangs just barely poking through skin when you bite him. Renjun enjoys what little pain it gives him, delights in the small punishments you’re delivering.
You pull away suddenly to strip your jeans and panties. Renjun watches with rapt attention, hardly believing that this is his reality. It’s become less about having sex with a vampire, and more about having you. Watching you undress like this… He never wants to wake from this dream.
You get to work on his jeans and boxers, tugging them down just enough to reveal his cock, precum beading at the tip. Your mouth waters. He tries not to hide his face beneath his hand.
“You’re bigger than I thought you’d be,” you remark quietly, giving him a light pump.
The compliment sends proud warmth flooding through his chest, and he hides his smile with a pout of his lips and an annoyed huff of air to avoid falling apart at your small touch. “Just cuz I’m small doesn’t mean everything is small.”
You laugh, and pat his cheek. “Congratulations.”
He rolls his eyes, but pulls you in for another languid kiss that leaves his mind swimming when you pull away.
He sits back, stunned as you swing your leg over to straddle him. He short-circuits at the sight of your bare, wet pussy so close.
“Wait—can I… I wanna,” he mumbles incoherently and trails off, licking his lips.
“Use your words,” you tease, fingers sliding down to dive between your folds, gathering slick to rub gentle circles over your clit. Renjun can only stare, fingers twitching at his sides, mouth dropping open.
“I won’t let you touch me until you tell me what you want,” you command.
Determination hardens in his eyes, contrasting with the burning of his ears. He grips your thighs tightly. “I want to eat you out.”
You smirk. “Good boy.”
Renjun moves immediately, lifting you off of him. He drops to his knees on the floor, and tugs you to the edge of the couch, spreading your legs wide.
He’s somehow impossibly cute like this. His big, brown eyes staring up at you, waiting for permission. His plump lips parted, just begging to devour you.
You look regal above him like this. Your stare dark and frightening. He wants to be beneath you forever.
Your hand snakes behind his neck, fingers threading through his fluffy brown hair. “Go on,” you murmur. “Take what you want.”
He does.
He grips your thighs and moves in to press a kiss to your clit, delighting in the way you flinch the moment his mouth is on you.
And then he licks his tongue through your folds, groaning in pleasure at the taste. Your thighs clench around his head, something he’s realizing he likes.
A lot.
His hips rut against the couch as he devours you, thrusting his tongue inside you before sucking on your clit. You writhe above him, head thrown back against the cushions, your hand tangling in his hair.
He moans into you when you tug particularly hard, your cunt grinding against his nose, mouth, and chin.
“Fuck, Renjun,” you whine when he sinks two fingers inside you, pumping easily through the mess between your thighs.
His nose bumps your clit and you shudder harshly, cunt clenching deliciously around his fingers. You’re close, he can tell, and he smiles against you.
He pumps faster, sucks harder, and then you’re falling apart in his mouth, fingers tightening in his hair so much he fears you might pull some out. But then you collapse boneless against the couch, and he rises from his spot on the floor, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Was I good?” He asks, though a smirk sits proudly on his face. He knows he did good. You’re looking up at him through hooded eyes, breasts heaving with the effort of catching your breath.
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” you huff, pulling at his white tee.
He gets the hint and tugs it off, and his jeans and boxers while he’s at it.
You grab his wrist, pulling him in, and push him down on the couch, settling over him, thighs bracketing his hips.
His mind blanks when you grab his cock, sliding it through your folds, and lean down to capture his lips again.
And then you guide his cock into you and sink down, slowly, tortuously. He groans, brows screwing in pleasure as he watches himself fill you, your cheeks flushed and eyes rolling back. You’re so warm, so tight around him it makes his brain short circuit, his hands clutching your hips for dear life as your warmth engulfs him.
He can’t help the way his hips twitch up into you, fucking himself further inside you as you adjust to his length.
He feels you shudder, watches your eyelashes brush your cheek as you close your eyes, lip caught between your teeth. You look like a damn goddess.
“God, you’re so big, Junnie.”
His cock pulses at the praise, and he can see it in your face when you feel it. It only makes it harder for him to hold back.
When he’s fully sheathed inside you, you start the tortuous roll of your hips, lifting and falling back down with strong thighs.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moans, blood running hot in his veins. He rolls his hips, thrusting deep into you just as you sink back down, and you cry out, nails scratching against his chest.
He doesn’t mind. Actually likes it when you mark him up like this.
“B-bite me,” Renjun says, the words cracking on a moan when you roll your hips a certain way.
“What?” You stall your movements.
He whines pathetically. “Don’t stop.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” you say between breaths.
That’s the problem. He wants you to hurt him. Wants to give up control and let you take from him what you need.
“I don’t care,” he says, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you down to his throat. “Please.”
You hesitate for a moment, but then Renjun whimpers at your ear as he thrusts up into you, jostling you forward, your lips pressing firmly against his throat.
And he feels that sweet, sharp sting again, and his cock swells inside you, his head falling back against the arm of the couch.
“Fuck!” He moans, that ache intensifying into pleasure that feels ten times stronger than before with you tightening around his cock like this. “Yes, fuck yes.”
You moan against his throat, tongue laving along his skin and he bucks wildly into you.
“I’m close, baby,” he whines, and you clench harder around him, flooding him with euphoria through your fangs and pussy. “You’re so perfect. So good. So—“
His vision whites out, his hips stuttering as he comes, his one hand gripping your ass, the other tangling in your hair.
You ride him through it, your clit brushing against the hard planes of his pelvis, and soon you’re coming around him from the friction, fangs retracting so you can throw your head back on a silent scream.
You collapse on top of him, and he can’t help himself—he presses a kiss to your hair, and wraps his arms around you, though he feels weak.
Blood trails down his throat, pools in the hollow space between his collarbones, and heat stirs his cock when you drag your tongue along the crimson line, licking him clean.
“That was fun,” you pant, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.
Renjun can only garble out some nonsense, and you laugh, stroking his hair back from his forehead with delicate fingers. He practically purrs, eyes falling shut when your nails brush his scalp.
“Feeling better?” He asks at last, peeking an eye open. He kneads the flesh of your thigh with his hand, appreciating how soft you are. How pretty you look.
“Much better, thank you, Junnie.”
He sighs, melting into the couch. “Now I’m tired.”
“Yeah, you lost a lot of blood. Let’s get you some water and food, hm?”
“Maybe later, wanna sleep now,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you down onto his chest. You smile against his skin.
You’ll let him sleep for now.
Spell Caster (M)
★ PAIRING: Etsywitch!Renjun x Reader x Jaemin
☆ WORD COUNT: 12k~
★ GENRE(S): slight E2L, smut, magic!au
☆ SUMMARY: When your best friend hires a witch from Etsy to make her crush fall in love with her, you're skeptical. You’ve never believed in magic and you’re doubtful about whether the witch’s powers are real. Curious to find out the truth, you decide to do some digging of your own
★ ☆ WARNINGS: unprotected sex, mature, 18+ MDNI
☆★ NOTES: Im sorry i missed Halloween I was supposed to get this finished in October but i was lazy TT please enjoy. Im not sure when the next fic will be out, i do have a jeno one i have been sitting on ill probably drop that and then dip for another year. Jk idk when ill be back but dont let this flop PLEASE!
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Blocked again.
You were sitting outside sprawled out in the middle of the yard, letting the hot sun beat down on you. You’d been told countless times that touching grass and getting enough vitamin D would clear your head, so you thought maybe it was worth a try.
Things were going fine until you checked your phone and noticed that you’d been blocked once again by the same guy who’s been turning your world upside down lately. Guess it’s another reminder that maybe you should have just left your phone inside. You were trying to connect with nature, but now you’re right back where you started.
Not surprised he blocked you, given the last argument you two had, but it still made you roll your eyes. You consider telling your best friend Jiwoo about it, but you could already imagine the lecture she’d give you. “You deserve better” and how “he wasn’t even all that.” Well she didn’t really know him like you did. Plus, her situation wasn’t exactly better.
Jaemin was arguably the total package. Looks, brains, and a heavenly body. To outsiders, he might seem like just a typical fuckboy, but that’s only because no one knew him like you did. He was the kind of guy to help an old lady cross the street, pick you up at 3 a.m. when you got too drunk without a single complaint, and he was great with kids. Was he a fuckboy? Oh, definitely. But you’d probably be one too if you looked like that.
Jaemin lived the fuckboy lifestyle, but he didn’t have the heart of a fuckboy and that’s what mattered. He just needed time and a little bit of work and he would be boyfriend material.
You throw your phone into the grass beside you and groan in frustration.
“This isn’t working,” you mutter, running your fingers through the blades of grass, hoping the cool dirt will calm your racing mind.
You try to will your mind to think about anything else, ANYONE else, but every single thought keeps circling back to Jaemin. The way he whispered sinfully sweet promises into your ear. The way his gentle yet strong hands trailed up the inside of your thighs teasingly.
Your fingers claw at the grass now, digging deep into the soil as you remember the last time you were with Jaemin.
You’d been busy all week. Halloween was coming up, and if you didn’t start on your costume now, you weren’t going to finish in time. Juggling sewing projects with work and school always gave you a headache, but this year, you were determined to start early. It took a week, some pricked fingers, a few shitty stitches, but your costume was finally done.
You got the text notification while hauling your heavy sewing machine back into storage.
“I’ve been thinking about you. I need to feel your legs wrapped around me again.” The text read.
Jaemin was always straight to the point, and you loved that.
Most of your relationships with guys never went beyond friends with benefits. You perfered it that way, not wanting the drama that came with a relationship, but something about jaemin had you wanting more. You were always hungry for his attention.
You feel yourself clench as your eyes linger over the words again and again. After the hell week you’d been through, you deserved a little treat.
“Come over.”
You were always direct, and Jaemin loved that.
Thirty minutes later, he had your knees pinned up against your chest, and your headboard knocking noisily against your bedroom wall.
His plush lips had kissed every inch of your skin, and his fingers gripped your thighs so tightly that you were sure they’d be bruised in the morning.
He always knew the perfect positions to contort your body so he could hit all the right spots, making your eyes flutter to the back of your head. You’d always try to hold back your moans, not because you were afraid of your neighbors hearing, but because Jaemin made the most sinful noises that only a careful ear could catch. He’d try to stifle them, but whenever you heard a moan slip from his lips, it had you clenching down hard around him.
You weren’t sure if the cold shiver running down your spine was from the images flashing across your mind or from the autumn breeze starting to pick up. It was still the beginning of August, so it hadn’t gotten chilly just yet, but you could feel fall breathing down the city’s neck as the hot summer days grew colder and colder.
Suddenly, you remember where you are and cringe, drawing your fingers from the earth and grimacing at the dirt under your nails.
Touching grass didn’t work.
You make your way inside to clean up, taking a cold shower in hopes of calming the heat between your legs. When you step out, you plop down on your couch and scroll through movie options, eventually choosing a movie that fits the Halloween aesthetic of October. You hit play on The Craft and settle in.
Suddenly, your phone rings, and you see it’s Jiwoo trying to FaceTime you. You hesitate for a moment, considering not answering. Right now you aren't in the best state of mind, and you tend to overshare and spill your business to your best friend unprompted. You didn’t want her to know you were still hung up over Jaemin but curiosity gets the best of you, and you end up answering.
“You're interrupting my movie,” you say before you flip your camera to show the TV screen.
“You're having a spooky movie marathon and I can’t even get an invite?! You are so fake! And to think I had great news to share!”
“Oh, yeah?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Yeah! And now you’ll never know.” Jiwoo huffs dramatically.
“What a shame. I guess I’ll just hang up and go back to my movie—”
“Jiwon asked me to be his date to his Halloween party!” Jiwoo spills excitedly.
You sit up straighter at the news. “Jiwon? As in the guy you’ve had a one-sided crush on since middle school?”
“Well, it isn’t one-sided anymore, sister, so take that!”
You’re left in stunned silence. Honestly, you’re confused to say the least about this new development. Just last week, Jiwoo was using your shoulder as a snotrag, crying over Jiwon because he rejected her after she finally mustered the courage to confess.
“I mean, I’m happy for you, but isn’t this a bit odd? Don’t you think it’s weird that he rejected you just last week, and now he’s asking you to be his date to a Halloween party?”
“It’s absolutely not weird, besides I knew this would happen. I made it happen,” Jiwoo says confidently.
You can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “And how exactly did you make this happen?”
“Magic! I paid an Etsy witch to cast a love spell on him, and she told me if I manifested it, it was sure to happen. And now, look!” Your friend sounds so giddy that you don’t have the heart to tell her she’s probably just gotten scammed.
You take a deep breath. “I’m happy for you, Jiwoo. Do you know what you’re going as?” You say trying to change the subject.
“Catwoman! Gonna make it really slutty!” she says excitedly.
You smile and nod. “That’s going to be so hot,” you say, snuggling deeper into your blanket.
“What about you?”
“It’s a secret. You’ll see,” you reply with a mysterious grin.
“Aw, come on!”
“Bye,” you say with a giggle before she can start badgering you and you end the call.
You turn your attention back to your movie. It’s at the part where Sarah puts a love spell on Chris after he spreads nasty rumors about her across the school. It reminds you of your conversation with Jiwoo. You’re not a fool, and you definitely don't believe in magic. Maybe something came over Jiwon, and he finally realized how amazing Jiwoo is. If not, and this was some huge joke to him, you’d be furious.
Before the Halloween party, you’re definitely going to do some detective work to find out the truth.
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It had been a week since Jaemin had blocked you, and it was starting to get to you. Normally, you’d have your fights, but eventually, one of you would get horny enough to break the no-contact rule. But this was the longest you’d gone without touching him. You’d even tried to sleep with another guy. This one talked a big game, and you were more than annoyed that he couldn’t back it up. Most guys like that never delivered what they claimed, but you were desperate and horny, and you were afraid you might just pounce on the next poor guy who looked at you for too long.
All week, you’d been on edge and annoyed. You need to find something to take your mind off of everything.
Jiwoo had invited you over to carve pumpkins. You loved going to Jiwoo’s house; it was so cozy, and she always decorated like crazy for the holidays. Outside were a few Halloween decorations, ghosts and ghouls, dangled from the porch. Inside, it transformed into a total autumn cottage, filled with scents of cinnamon and apple. Blankets and throw pillows in shades of reds and oranges adorned the couch, creating the perfect atmosphere.
You were outside setting up your pumpkin to smash while Jiwoo worked diligently on sculpting hers at the long oak table on her patio, perfecting the wicked smile of her Jack-o'-lantern.
The yard is softly illuminated by strings of orange and purple fairy lights. A scarecrow with a tattered hat and a plaid scarf stands near the garden where you had set up your smashing zone. Scattered cobwebs cling to bushes and the corners of the porch. The air smelled faintly of dried leaves and the sunset was a deep orange.
“Hes taking me out to get coffee tomorrow. I'm so excited!” she giggles.
You finish laying down the tarp and grab a bat that lay next to the shed in her backyard. “Do you already know what you're going to wear?” you ask, trying to stay positive and not let the doubt you had creep into your voice.
“I was thinking of that pretty brown dress I got last month! I haven’t had the chance to wear it yet. I think it will be perfect,” she says, sawing away at her pumpkin to give it sharp teeth. “Will you help me accessorize?”
You grip the bat tighter in your hand and smile. “Of course, I will,” you say, swinging the bat down and cracking open the poor pumpkin.
Jiwoo glances over her shoulder at you and winces at the sight of the pumpkin. “What did that poor guy do to you?” she jokes.
“It’s been a stressful week. I'm unwinding,” you huff, swinging the bat into the pumpkin again with a grin.
“Well, don’t destroy them all. I want to have a go next! And you still need to carve one. I want to put them outside my door. Renjun says they keep away bad spirits.”
You pause your attack on the poor pumpkin and look at Jiwoo. “Renjun? Who is that?”
“That’s the witch I hired off Etsy. He’s really cool and has been giving me spiritual advice.”
You narrow your eyes. “I thought you said it was a woman.”
“I thought so too, but I finally met him the other day, and he did a tarot reading for me. He’s so insightful, I think he’s really legit.” She’s practically bouncing with excitement.
You love your friend, and you hate to rain on her parade but sometimes she can be a bit of an airhead. You take a deep breath, trying to broach the topic without sounding like an asshole.
You always seem to come off that way.
“I think you should stop seeing that guy.”
“What? Why! He’s legit! He proved it to me. He said my grandma’s spirit was still watching over me. He told me her favorite scent was banana. How would he know that if he wasn’t legit?”
“I don’t know but things like this are usually a scam. Plus, I thought he was a witch, not a medium.”
“Maybe he’s both! Can witches talk to spirits?” She tilts her head inquisitively. She shakes herself out of thought. “Regardless, he got Jiwon to finally notice me! What, are you going to tell me that’s fake too?”
You stay quiet, grip tightening on the bat in your hand.
“Well, are you?!” Jiwoo yells in frustration. The hurt in her voice causing your heart to shatter.
“Jiwoo, I’m not saying that. I just think—”
“Why can’t you just be happy for me?” she whispers. “I think you should go.” She stands from the table, her eyes unable to meet yours.
You huff in disbelief and drop the bat. “Fine,” you say coldly, turning to walk past her.
She takes your spot on the tarp as you leave. She picks up the bat and swings down hard. The loud cracking sound of the pumpkin echoes as you slam the gate behind you.
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Two days had passed since your argument with Jiwoo, and you still hadn’t apologized. You knew what you said was harsh, but it was the truth. A man doesn’t just suddenly become obsessed with you after years of ignoring your entire existence. If you turn out to be wrong, you’d apologize. But until then, you were determined to get to the bottom of this.
That’s why you were stalking your best friend. Something about the whole love spell thing still didn’t sit right with you, and you needed to see it in action with your own two eyes.
Well, maybe not your eyes.
“If she catches me spying, I’m snitching, I hope you know that,” a voice grumbles through the phone.
You were lying in bed, half studying for an upcoming test and half listening to the live updates you were getting.
You had your friend yuta follow Jiwoo and Jiwon on their coffee date because no matter how sneaky you tried to be, Jiwoo would notice you snooping from a mile away.
Courtesy of all the times you’d spied on her dates in the past.
Jiwoo was like a little sister to you. She had been your friend since kindergarten, and she had a soft, gentle heart that you couldn’t stand to see get hurt. If any guy was going to have your Jiwoo, it would have to be someone you could approve of without a doubt.
Of course, as you grew older, you became less overbearing and protective. Jiwoo was a grown woman now who could take care of herself, but something about this just didn’t sit right with you. You knew Jiwon, and while he wasn’t outright scum, he definitely hadn’t paid Jiwoo any mind in the past. He knew she had a crush on him since middle school, so why would he suddenly make a move now?
"Just hush and focus the camera,” you say, glancing at your phone.
Jiwon had taken Jiwoo to her favorite coffee shop and looked to be paying for both of their drinks. Okay, that was one green flag, but honestly, it was the bare minimum of what any girl deserved.
“Aw, he pulled her chair out for her,” Yuta says with a smile on the other line.
You make a sound of approval as you read over some of your notes, having been studying intently before Yuta's call
“He seems like a nice guy so far. He's really engaging in conversation, and his body language is open,” Yuta updates again.
Your eyes drift back to your phone, watching the scene unfold with your own eyes.
Jiwoo and Jiwon were sitting by the window of the coffee shop. Jiwon was turned completely towards Jiwoo, smiling softly at her. He offered her a sip of his drink, and she beamed at the taste. She looked genuinely happy, and most of all, he looked really in love.
“I see. Thank you Yuta. Sorry for the trouble, I just had to be sure. That’s enough,” you say.
Yuta flips the camera back to himself and offers you a comforting smile. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up. You’re just trying to be a good friend… maybe a little overbearing, but your heart was in the right place.”
Your heart tightens. Maybe you were wrong, Jiwon seems so genuinely in love that it’s almost scary. You had almost ruined this moment because of your judgment and inadvertently hurt your friend’s feelings in the process. An apology was definitely in order. But before that, you needed to meet this witch called Renjun.
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It took hours to find him on Etsy, but you finally came across the post that might have caught Jiwoo's eye:
NOW $299.99
Avoidant to obsessed
Cold to loving
Make them crave you
Please provide the following details in the personalization:
🌟 Your full name and date of birth
🌟 The same information for the person you're focusing on 💖
🌟 Your email address
🌟 detailed description of what your manifesting
renjunsrituals ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆
Your eyes nearly bulge from your skull. Three hundred American dollars? Was Jiwoo huffing paint when she bought this? There’s no way in hell you’re paying that. You scoff at the post and roll your eyes. Then, you click on the seller's name and send a message.
“Hello, I’m interested in getting a tarot card reading.”
You didn’t see any mention of readings in the listings, so you figure it must be an additional service he offers to clients.
“Must buy something from my shop first,” the reply states bluntly.
“Please, I really only need a reading. I was recommended by a friend who said your readings are accurate. I just want to see for myself.”
A few minutes pass without a response, so you send another message.
“How will I know this isn’t a scam without a tester product? $300 is a lot of money to spend on something I’m not sure will work. Please?”
“Buy and find out. I will provide a 100% refund if the results are unsatisfactory,” came the reply.
You tilt your head, impressed by his confidence in his product, but that wasn’t enough to get $300 out of you.
“Tarrot reading please :)”
“Are you having hardships? Want me to cast a spell to find you a job? Either pay or I’ll block you!”
You groan and finally give in. You know you won’t get anywhere if he ends up blocking you. Jiwoo doesn’t realize how lucky she is to have a friend like you.
You return to the love spell post and fill it out. You enter the first name that comes to mind:
Na Jaemin.
After your payment is processed, your phone lights up with a notification:
“Come to this address for your tarot reading.”
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The next day, you head to the address Renjun sent, and honestly, you weren’t quite sure what to expect but it definitely wasn’t this. You had a clear image in your head: following some breadcrumbs through the woods and arriving at a little cottage nestled in the trees, possibly to be eaten by the witch himself. Instead, you’re standing in front of a sleek, modern building in the heart of downtown. It’s the kind of place that screams luxury.
You pause for a moment, caught between disbelief and curiosity. Renjun’s either pulling off the greatest scam of all time or running a wildly successful love spell business. Honestly, you’re not sure which option you’re hoping for more.
Before you can even step inside, a heavy, secure door blocks your way. You press the button on the intercom to Renjun's unit number, and almost immediately, an unfamiliar voice calls out, “Come on up.”
The door clicks and you tug it open, stepping into the building. Inside, a concierge greets you with a professional smile. You check in, feeling a little out of place among the polished decor and sleek furniture, and they direct you to the elevator. They give you clear instructions on how to reach Renjun’s unit.
You stand in front of his door, your hand hesitating for a moment before you gently knock. You can hear faint footsteps approaching inside, and then the door swings open to reveal Renjun.
“Hey,” Renjun says casually. “Come in.”
You weren’t expecting him to be around your age. You had imagined some decrepit old man not the polished young man that stood in front of you now. You step inside, taking in your surroundings. The condo is spacious, with high ceilings, modern art on the walls, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning city view. It’s far from the rustic cottage you’d imagined. This is pure luxury, the kind you’d expect from a celebrity.
Your feelings of suspicion begin to creep back into the back of your mind as you take in the space. If Renjun were really running a love spell business, there wasn’t anything around that gave off that impression. No jars of frog legs, no big, over-glowing cauldrons like you had imagined. It’s not like he was making love spells with just thyme and parsley so where was he keeping all his supplies?
You’re here for answers, and you were going to get them.
Renjun shows you to his living room and sitting on his glass-top coffee table was a deck of tarot cards and a mat.
“Ill be with you in just a minute” he says gently. His voice was soft like honey, the kind that made you want to believe every word that came out of his mouth.
When he returns, he has a single candlestick in hand and a lighter. He sits right across from you and begins setting up on the coffee table, lighting the candle. You’re afraid it might tip over and fall, but it stands there perfectly still, even the flame does not dance as Renjun picks up the cards from the table and starts shuffling them. You watch him prepare the cards, and you break the silence with a question.
“Can witches talk to spirits?”
Renjun gives you a look. “We prefer the terms sorcerer or mage. But regardless, yes some do while others stray away from that field. Some spirits can be..." he pauses to find the right word. "Tedius to work with. Why? Is there someone you want to reach out to?”
You shiver at his seriousness, and the fire of doubt you initially felt about his work wavers slightly. “No, just curious.”
“Well, then, let’s begin,” he says, leaning forward slightly as he starts to shuffle the cards.
He takes a card from the deck, shuffles, and then lays it face-up on the table. It’s The Magician, a card often associated with skill, resourcefulness, and manifestation.
Renjun looks up at you with a small, knowing smile. “The Magician,” he says softly. “It’s about showing what’s already there. It can also mean taking initiative, not waiting for things to happen but making them happen. Sounds like you’re here for answers, right?”
You nod, feeling a flicker of surprise but you shrug it off. Everyone who goes to a tarot reading is going for answers, you reason. He wasn't that impressive.
He flips another card: The High Priestess.
“This one’s about intuition, secrets, and trusting what you feel,” he continues. “You came with questions, and I think you already know the truth deep down. Sometimes, what we see on the surface isn’t the whole story.”
Renjun picks up the deck again, shuffling smoothly before drawing a card and laying it on the table. It’s the Three of Cups, a card symbolizing friendship, celebration, and community.
He looks up at you, eyes kind and steady. “You came here looking to help a friend. You think this friend is in need of saving when really they need a friend who lifts them up, who believes in them, who stands by them even in times of doubt.”
That last line hits a little too close to home, and you can feel shame bubbling up in your gut. You shove it down, steel your gaze, and try to keep your emotions in check.
“The love spells. If they are legit why isnt mine working?” you say voice trembling in suppressed annoyance
Renjun’s expression remains calm. “You must give these things time. The reviews never lie” he says with a hint of snark.
“Bullshit!” you snap, voice rising. You push yourself to your feet. “You’re nothing but a scam, and I’m going to get proof. When I do, you better hope I don’t find you.”
Without waiting for a response, you turn and storm out of his apartment, your mind racing with a hundred different emotions.
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You didn’t believe in magic, but that might be the only explanation for why Jaemin is standing in front of you with a bouquet of flowers and an apology. “I know we’ve had our fair share of arguments, but that just proves how much we’ve grown. I’m sorry for being distant and for being immature by blocking you instead of working things out,” he says, pushing the gift in your direction.
Jaemin admitting he's immature?
Renjun’s definitely getting a five-star review from you later. You almost feel bad about chewing him out the other day.
“I know this probably isn’t nearly enough to make up for everything, so I got us a dinner reservation at 7. Please say you’ll go?” he asks hesitantly.
So apparently magic is real and it can make world-renowned playboy Na Jaemin take you out on a date.
Your hesitation lingers, but this is what you wanted, so you nod. “Sure, Jaem, I’d love to,” you say with a small smile. He leans forward and kisses you on the cheek.
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After countless calls and texts, your friend Jiwoo finally decided to hear you out, so you took her to her favorite pho place downtown, hoping to smooth things over with good food and enough apologies.
She was already waiting outside when you arrived, and you offered her a small smile and a wave. You walk inside, and a waiter leads you to a cozy booth before taking your order for some drinks.
When the waiter leaves, an almost awkward silence settles between you two as your leg bounces nervously under the table. You had the jitters which wasn’t common for you but you hated when Jiwoo was upset with you.
“Look, Ji, I’m sorry for what I said. I shouldn’t have been so harsh,” you begin.
Jiwoo crosses her arms and looks at you, urging you to continue. “Be more specific.”
“You know…about saying that Renjun was a fake witch and implying that Jiwon’s feelings for you weren’t real,” you admit.
Jiwoo relaxes a little and speaks softly. “I know you’re just trying to look out for me, but I’m really happy right now. I need you to be here for me. Even if it’s fake, can’t I enjoy it just a little while longer?”
You hate that you made your friend feel like shit. She was right. If jiwon made her happy, then that should be enough for you. "No, I was wrong. Jiwon seems like he genuinely likes you. He's actually a gentleman, and anyone who treats you like a princess has my stamp of approval."
Jiwoo raises an eyebrow at that. “I'm glad you've had a change of heart,” she teases, a hint of amusement in her voice.
“Well, I may have stalked you two a little to check him out first,” you admit softly, knowing she’s about to chew you out for invading her privacy.
“You did what—” she starts, but just then, the waitress interrupts.
“Are you guys ready to order?”
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Dinner dates, movie nights, walks in the park, the whole nine yards. That's what Jaemin has been delivering ever since he took you out on that first dinner date. You might have to send Renjun an apology text for ever doubting him.
You're currently cuddled up under the covers of your bed with Jaemin and a few snacks, watching The Nightmare Before Christmas. You were debating whether it qualified as a Halloween or Christmas movie, but eventually reached a stalemate and found yourself immersed in the world on the screen.
Laid against his chest, the warmth of his tangled limbs keeping out the autumn chill, it’s perfect. You’ve always wanted to spend October doing cute couple things like going to a pumpkin patch, or having scary movie nights with your partner.
Despite your best efforts, your eyelids start to grow heavy, and you begin to drift into sleep.
Jaemin shifts deliberately, gently prodding you with his shoulder to keep you awake. "You're really falling asleep on me?" he asks softly with a teasing smile.
You giggle and nod, keeping your eyes closed as you snuggle deeper into his chest.
“Princess, you’re missing the best part!” he whines.
You grumble in response but stay put.
“I’m not going to let you use me as a pillow then,” Jaemin threatens, rolling you off of him with a laugh.
Playfully stubborn, you feel around for a pillow but he quickly throws them all off the bed.
“Nuh uh, wake your ass up,” Jaemin teases.
You try to fight down the laughter, pulling the sheets up to your chin to get comfortable once again.
“Oh, you’re tired, huh?” Jaemin says, the devilish smile that plays on his lips is almost audible.
You fake a yawn and snore softly, playing into the game you two have going on.
Jaemin's fingertips dance lightly up your thigh, sending shivers in their wake. "Too bad," he murmurs, his hands reaching your waistband. "I've been wanting to play with you all night." He tugs at your shorts, snapping the fabric against your skin. "And I love how you look in these shorts. Makes me want to do all sorts of things."
You can't help but bite your lip as a soft whimper escapes you. Jaemin's hand slides under your tank top, finding your waist and then moving up to cup your breast. He toys with your nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. "Remember how much fun we had last time? When you let me leave marks all over these sweet curves?" he whispers, his breath tickling your ear.
Your body shudders at the memory, and you can't help but lean into his touch, craving more.
In the dimly lit parking lot, Jaemin slides his seat back and pulls you to straddle his lap. "I just want to look at you, sweetheart," He promised as he cups your face, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. "I just love seeing you on top of me," he murmurs.
His gaze is intense, and you feel your resolve wavering. You had asked to keep things PG-13 for your first official date, but the way he's looking at you makes you question your own rules.
He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue explores your mouth, and his hand slides from your cheek to the base of your neck. When he pulls back, he groans softly, licking his lips. He leans back in, this time trailing kisses down your throat, making you shiver.
He slides your dress straps down your shoulders, exposing your breasts to his eager mouth. He explores every inch of your chest with his lips, but doesn’t go further than that, leaving you breathless and craving more.
You remember all too well the mirror reflecting the dark purple bruises left by his lips the next day.
Still you don’t move, wanting to see how much more you could tease Jaemin.
Jaemin playfully sighs, pulling his hand away from your skin and out from under your shirt. You shiver at the loss of his touch, feeling a sudden chill.
"Maybe you really are tired," he teases, leaning back against the headboard. "Guess I'll just have to take care of myself then." He says with a wicked grin.
You hear Jaemin settle onto the bed, his clothes rustling as they hit the floor. Your heart pounds in your chest as you listen to him spit, followed by the wet, rhythmic sound of his hand stroking his cock. His rough moans fill the room, and you can't help but imagine him biting his lip, eyes fluttering closed.
“Ugh fuck, ‘want to be in between your legs pretty girl.”
You can hear the speed at which he strokes himself change from short fast strokes to slow long strokes, the ones you know he loves, the ones that send his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He always looked so pretty like that, It was your favorite sight in the world.
Screw this.
You open your eyes to find him just as you imagined; head thrown back, mouth agape, chest heaving with each breath.
Without hesitation, you crawl between his legs, pushing his hand away and replacing it with your own. You envelop his cock with your lips, moaning at the salty taste of his precum. Jaemin tangles his hand in your hair, guiding you as he moans your name.
"That's my girl, always playing hard to get," Jaemin teases, but you ignore him, focusing on the task at hand. You take him deep into your mouth, coating him in your saliva, and begin to pump his shaft. You lavish attention on the head of his cock, fondling his balls gently. The sound of wet, sucking noises fills the room, and Jaemin's grip tightens in your hair.
"Fuck, you're amazing at that," he gasps, his breath becoming shallower. His hips begin to move subtly, fucking your throat before he lets out a reluctant groan and pulls you off him.
"Come here," he growls, pulling you to sit on top of him. He looks up at you, his eyes heavy with lust, but you can still see the adoration behind them. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into a messy, tongue-swallowing kiss, showing you he doesn't care that his cock was just in your mouth.
You grind against him in slow, tantalizing circles, making him thrust up into you impatiently. With a growl, he flips you onto your back and pulls down your underwear and panties in one swift motion. He grips the neckline of your tank top and pulls it down your chest, baring you to him completely.
"Fuck, you look so good," he murmurs, stroking himself as he takes you in. Without hesitation, he grips the base of your neck and holds you still while he lines himself up with your entrance, then thrusts in deeply.
You gasp, your back arching as a long drawn out moan escapes you. He sets a fast, steady pace, driving into you with each thrust. He loves missionary because it gives him a perfect view of your face, to see every expression of pleasure that crosses your features as you throw your head back and lose yourself in the moment.
Jaemin's thrusts become quicker and shallower as he nears his climax. He reaches down between your bodies, rubbing at your clit to bring you along with him.
"I'm so close," you moan, your fingers digging into the sheets beneath you. Your thighs tremble as you reach your peak alongside Jaemin.
After he helps you clean up, you snuggle up to his chest, a content smile playing on your lips.
“What’s so funny?” Jaemin asks, matching your grin.
“Nothing, just thinking about everything that happened over these past few weeks,” you reply.
Jaemin shifts comfortably and looks at you with affection. “Oh, yeah? Tell me about it.”
You laugh and sit up in bed. “Well, for starters, I think I met a real witch.”
Something in Jaemin’s expression shifts slightly, but you ignore it and keep going.
“It’s so embarrassing to admit, but when you had me blocked, it was killing me inside,” you say with a cringe. “And I may have paid an Etsy witch a ridiculous amount of money to cast a love spell on you.”
You turn to look at Jaemin because he’s been uncharacteristically quiet. “It’s stupid, probably a scam, but here you are. So tell me, did it work? Do you feel an undying love for me?” you tease, playfully shoving at his shoulder.
Only your laughter fills the room, but it dies down almost immediately when you notice Jaemin hasn’t smiled once during your story.
Fuck. Did you scare him? Maybe he thinks it’s creepy that you tried to put a love spell on him, fake or not.
“Jaem—” you start, but he quickly cuts you off.
“I have something to tell you, and I have a feeling I know exactly how you’re going to react. But please, just hear me out,” Jaemin finally says, looking at you directly.
If you were nervous before, you’re definitely shitting bricks now. You’ve never seen Jaemin this serious.
“Y/N, these last few days I’ve spent with you were the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Everything I’ve said to you is true, but I have to admit that I knew about the love spell.”
You freeze in confusion. “You knew about the love spell?”
“Renjun isn’t a real witch,” Jaemin says. “He contacted me and told me I had an admirer, and that he would pay me to pretend to be in love with them.”
Before he can finish, you’re out of bed and pacing the room, your mind racing. “Are you fucking serious?! And you just went along with it? So what, were you going to string me along until when? You got bored? Until Renjun paid you?”
Jaemin hops out of bed, reaching out to steady you, but you pull away sharply. “Please, just listen,” he pleads. “It’s not like that. I do like you. I had already agreed before I even knew it was you! I don’t care about the money!”
Your eyes narrow, anger and hurt bubbling up all at once. “Jaemin, why wouldn’t you tell me from the beginning? Even if you’re telling the truth, why hide that you knew? This is so messed up.”
“Almost as messed up as you trying to put a love spell on me?” he counters, voice sharper.
“I didn’t think it would work! And I was right. So what’s your excuse now?” You scoff.
Jaemin sighs and tries to reach out again, but you jerk away. “You need to go. I can’t do this right now.”
Jaemin's eyes flicker with hurt before he turns away, leaving you alone in the room. The door closes softly behind him, and suddenly, you're overwhelmed. Your vision blurs as tears start streaming down your face.
You're unsure how to feel. You want to believe Jaemin is telling the truth, but his sleazy actions in the past make you doubt him. Maybe everyone was right, and you didn’t know him as well as you thought you did. After all, Jaemin was a notorious fuckboy—he didn’t earn that title without telling a few girls sweet lies.
Disgust rises within you, but more than anything, you feel angry. Renjun had played you, and that meant he had played Jiwoo too. Renjun paid Jiwon to take Jiwoo out on a few dates before ultimately breaking her heart. Well you would break him before that happened.
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You greet the receptionist at Renjun’s condo before making your way up to his unit. You had contacted him under the guise of needing a palm reading, but your real plan was to confront him just before you slap that slimy, scheming face of his!
He answers the door with a smile, but before he can greet you, you push past him and storm inside.
“YOU SCAMMING SON OF A BITCH!” you yell.
“Would you keep your voice down? You're going to disturb my neighbors,” he says, raising his hands defensively, trying to calm you.
“Why? Don’t want the neighborhood knowing you’re running a huge scam?” you shout again.
Renjun bristles and quickly moves past you to finally close and lock the front door. When he turns back to face you, you shove him up against it, pinning him with your forearm pressed across his chest.
“If you don’t want to choke on your tarot cards in the next few minutes you’re going to refund me and Jiwoo all our money right now,” you grit out.
“I can’t do that!” Renjun says defensively. “I’ve already used it to pay this month’s rent!”
You feel your anger flare up again. “So the whole ‘100% refund if the results are unsatisfactory’ was bullshit too? Oh, this day just keeps getting better.”
You wind your hand back, prepared to start smacking him around. At the very least it would make you feel better.
“Wait, wait, wait! It’s not too late! I can fix this!” he pleads.
You freeze and glare at him. “Unless you make me a real love potion to give to Jiwoo before this douchebag rips out her heart, I’m going to rip out yours.”
“I can! You have to trust me. I really am a sorcerer. I can make your friend a true love potion,” he insists.
You shove him harder against the wall. “You lying bastard. If you could do that, why didn’t you do it from the start? Sorcerer my ass. I’m gonna—”
Suddenly, your body begins to tingle, and a shiver shoots straight through your bones. You feel something otherworldly engulf you like a mist. The next thing you know, you’re looking up at Renjun’s shoes. You open your mouth to speak, but what comes out horrifies you.
Croak. Croak.
You try to move your hands, to speak or fight, but your new body won’t obey. Instead, you leap several feet into the air. You scream…
Well, you try to but the sound that escapes is just another croak.
Renjun catches you mid-air, holding your cold, slimy form in his hands.
“If you’d just listened,” he sighs, “none of this would’ve happened. Like I said, I’m a real sorcerer—or witch, as you folk like to call it.” Renjun rolls his eyes. He didn’t bother going into the details, non-magic folks always had trouble with the right terms and he wasn’t interested in debating labels.
“Anyway, I want to help your friend, but I need time. Making a proper love potion isn’t easy. The magic is complex and delicate. Without the right calculations and care, it can turn into an obsession spell. Those are dangerous and really hard to undo. True love potions are tricky to get right, and with how much work it takes, I can’t promise every batch will get the attention it needs. That’s part of why I’ve been scamming. But if it’s just one, I can give it a shot. I’ll need your help.”
You sit in his palm, blinking at him with your bulging toad eyes, taking in his words through your new, amphibian ears. He chuckles softly, taking in your toad body before clearing his throat and regaining his serious composure.
“Now I’m going to change you back. If you pick another fight, I might turn you into something worse… like a worm,” he says, amused, with a slight chuckle.
There’s nothing you can do besides wait for him to change you back. You can’t even form the words to promise him you’ll be on your best behavior. You contemplate the risk of being turned into a worm forever just to beat him over the head with his own broomstick, if he had one.
Renjun leans forward and gently places a soft kiss on the top of your toad head.
The same strange sensation from earlier floods your system. When you open your eyes, you’re eye-to-eye with Renjun again, and you let out a sigh of relief. Before you can open your mouth to ask him what his plan is for the love potion, you feel a breeze. Renjun looks at you with beet-red cheeks, frozen in place. His hands rest on your hips from where he held you in your toad form, faces barely an inch apart. You can feel his clammy palms against your bare… skin.
You look down and see your clothes in a pool around you. You scream for real this time.
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You had been going to Renjun’s place every day. He told you he’d need your help if he was going to make the love potion before Halloween. Apparently, that’s when Jiwon was planning to break up with Jiwoo. You found yourself running around town, helping him gather various magical items from hidden shops. He’d dubbed you his apprentice, but honestly, you felt more like his errand boy.
Earlier that day
“On 8th Street, there’s an alleyway next to the coffee shop I had you get me coffee from the other day. If you wander into it at either 3 p.m. or 3 a.m., a shop will appear. Tell Giles I sent you. He knows what you’re there to collect.”
You jot down the instructions in your notebook and nod.
“Oh, and grab me a coffee on your way back,” he adds.
You roll your eyes.
You walk back to Renjun’s condo with a brown paper bag sandwiched between your arm and two coffees in hand. You didn’t have the heart to look inside the rolled-up bag the old man at the magic shop slid to you, too afraid that some three-eyed creature might come jumping out at any moment. You sip on your drink, your mind wandering as nothing eventful happens on the quiet street.
Maybe you could get Renjun to make you a truth potion to give to Jaemin. You needed to find out if he’d been honest all along but that could wait. Your focus was on fixing the Jiwon-Jiwoo mess. Honestly, the thought of giving Jiwon a love potion to make Jiwoo happy didn’t bother you as much as it probably should have. It took you about two seconds to realize that you didn’t care who you had to sacrifice, jiwoo deserved happiness, even if it meant a little manipulation. Plus, if Jiwon agreed to this scam that made him a colossal douchebag, he could probably use a little extra love in his cold heart.
You finally make it back to Renjun’s place, luckily in one piece. The other errands he had sent you on were not nearly as easy as this one. You pass him his drink and glance over his shoulder at the scattering of books sprawled across the floor and the cluttered dinner table, where open pages and notes are strewn about. The scent of incense lingers in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee.
“So, how exactly does the love potion work?” you ask, curiosity piqued as you settle into the worn armchair nearby.
Renjun stretches, taking a break from the table he’s been slaving over. “Despite popular belief, it doesn't turn you into a mindless love slave," he explains. "You still have full control over your thoughts and actions, but it heightens the positive feelings someone has for another. It’s like putting rose-colored glasses on, deluding them into overlooking their partner’s flaws and focusing only on what they love about them.”
“Ah, I see,” you say, nodding slowly. “So, it’s like that saying, love makes you blind and stupid. Like when girls fall for guys who are clearly red flags but they choose to ignore everything bad about them anyway.”
Renjun chuckles softly. “Yup. Maybe it’s a ‘delulu’ potion,” he jokes, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “While it’s less dangerous than an obsession spell, it can still be risky for the person it’s cast on. Let’s say your friend is a huge red-flag manipulator, this potion would make the guy completely blind to that.”
“My Jiwoo is nothing like that, rest assured,” you say, staring at the jumble of books and mystical artifacts around you. Renjun’s explanation makes you feel more confident. At least you wouldn’t be completely stripping Jiwon of who he was or something like that.
Renjun hums a soft melody as he works, his eyes skimming over pages and pages of ancient books
“Where’s the thing I sent you to get?” he asks, taking a slow sip from his coffee, eyes still on the open pages.
You get up from your chair and find the crumpled brown paper bag before handing it over. Renjun sets his drink down carefully, then reaches inside and pulls out an item that instantly makes your stomach churn. You’re glad you didn’t open the bag on the walk back.
“Ogre’s tongue,” Renjun explains, examining the thick, slimy-looking piece with a keen eye. “Fresh one, too. Exactly what I needed. Thanks.”
You pinch your nose and grimace. “You’re welcome,” you mutter, feeling a little queasy.
Renjun turns back to his work, busying himself with the ingredients and the pages in front of him. You find yourself standing awkwardly in his living room. Normally, you’d have made an excuse to leave by now after completing his errands, but over the past few days, you’d grown accustomed to his company. Plus, things seemed to be ramping up in the preparation of the potion. Not every day do you get to witness a witch brewing a potion, especially one as complex as this.
Curiosity gnaws at you. You want to see how much progress Renjun has made since the first day. Quietly, you watch from your spot, trying to peek over his shoulder to see what he’s doing with the ogre’s tongue and the other ingredients you’d gathered.
His hands move with practiced diligence, slicing, mixing, and sorting through the ingredients. You feel yourself rising onto your tiptoes, eager for a better view. Clumsy and distracted, you trip forward over a book lying on the floor.
Renjun sighs, and his hands finally freeze mid-motion. “You want to watch?” his calm voice asks.
You nod, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“Then make yourself useful,” he commands, a hint of a smirk curling at his lips. “Be my hands.”
Without a word, you step closer and fall into step beside him, ready to assist in whatever way he needs. You do your best to keep pace, you don’t want to hinder his progress with any clumsy mistakes. Together, you work in perfect harmony for hours.
These days, you’ve grown better at reading Renjun. You notice it, the slight crease in his brow, the way he slams another book shut with more force than necessary. Renjun clicks his tongue in frustration, flipping open another book, pages fluttering wildly.
“What you’re looking for isn’t in any of these books, is it?” you ask softly, trying to piece together the flicker of annoyance behind his furrowed brow.
Renjun bites his fingernail, his expression tightening. “Correct,” he says dryly. His focus is intense, and you can’t help but love the look. It’s like he’s an unstoppable force, relentless in his pursuit of the answer. He’s so absorbed in his work, and you’re captivated watching him. You love the way his mind races, the way his hands move with purpose.
“This is what I’ve managed to create based on what I could infer from my sources,” he says softly, his voice low. “It’s something, but it’s not perfect and that’s what’s been bothering me.”
“Is there anything I can do? A book I could find that might help?” you ask, eager to contribute.
Renjun stretches, glancing around the room for his coffee cup. “No, it’s getting late. It’s probably best if you go home and get some rest.”
You shake your head stubbornly. No way are you leaving after all the progress you’ve made today. You’re in apprentice mode now, and he wants to send you away? Not happening.
“I’m not tired. I want to help,” you insist.
Renjun sighs, but his brows furrow in thought.
“What is it? Did you just think of something?” you press.
Renjun groans softly. “Please. It's nothing,” he mutters, dismissive.
“Tell me what it was!” you whine, stepping closer.
He rakes a hand down his face, clearly torn.
“The potion should be stable enough for a test trial. If I can see how it reacts in a subject, I can tweak it accordingly,” he finally says, voice quieter.
A smile spreads across your face. “Okay, well, obviously I’ll be your guinea pig,” you say excitedly.
“It’s too dangerous,” Renjun replies firmly. “I’d rather spend a few more days searching for the right spell book and making sure it’s right.”
“Jun, we can’t afford to wait,” you argue. “I need this potion now! You’re smart and I trust you. We can do some trial and error.”
Renjun’s expression shifts from curiosity to stern resolve. “No,” he says firmly. “Go home, get some rest. We’ll figure out another way tomorrow.” He begins tidying up the mess.
Frustration bubbles up inside you. “No,” you state, voice steady, and walk over to the countertop where Renjun was mixing the potion earlier. Without hesitation, you snatch up the flask and take a huge swig. Almost immediately, your face contorts as you cough and retch from the bitter taste.
Renjun whips around, eyes wide with alarm. “Are you kidding me?! Have you gone mad?” His gaze sharpens as he notices your eyes suddenly glossing over.
Renjun walks up to you, grabbing your shoulders. “How do you feel?” he asks, his voice steady and attentive.
“I feel fine,” you say, voice slightly hoarse, “aside from my tongue still recovering from that assault.” Then, locking eyes with Renjun, you add playfully, “Maybe a taste of you could wash it down.”
He freezes, caught off guard by your sudden shift in character.
Renjun quickly clears his throat. “Okay, so… it makes you more flirtatious. Noted,” he says, hurriedly grabbing a notebook.
“Describe your feelings for me,” he says like a scholar on the verge of a breakthrough.
The words spill out of you, straight from the depths of your heart without hesitation. “My feelings for you burn hot. It’s almost like it’s not just a feeling but a state of being. Every fiber, every atom tingles at the thought of you. It’s like you’ve become a part of me. Something I can’t live without.”
Renjun’s eyes flicker with a hint of nervousness at your last words, silently praying obsession isn’t taking hold.
“Describe how you’d feel if you had to live without me,” he prompts.
You hesitate, then answer honestly. “It’s hard to imagine, but I think it would feel like an emptiness that could never be filled. If I had to live without you, it would be cold, lonely, and bleak. But… I think the memories we share would keep me going, warming me through the worst times.”
Renjun nods, scribbling furiously in his notebook. Relief washes over his face, and he sighs quietly. Good, obsession avoided.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Now, how does it feel when you look at me.”
“I don’t want to ever take my eyes off you,” you say softly, voice trembling slightly. “When I look at you, I feel alive. Hungry.” Your eyes lock onto his, breath growing ragged.
“Lust,” Renjun notes, his focus returning as he becomes lost in his own world, watching you carefully. Lust wasn’t an abnormal side effect, but since this wasn’t a lust potion, only a measured amount should surface.
You can’t stand the distance anymore. Without thinking, you step closer, craving intimacy.
“What about when you touch me, Renjun? Want to know how I feel when you touch me? Want me to describe it?” you whisper breathlessly.
Renjun’s cheeks flush crimson as he hurriedly scribbles in his notebook. “Loooots of lust,” he mutters under his breath, his voice strained. He clears his throat. “No, no, that’s enough. That concludes the questions. I think I know what I need to tweak in the potion.”
Renjun scurries back to the counter, beginning to work on a new batch.
You watch him from behind, a faint smile tugging at your lips. Stepping closer, you run a hand down his arm, feeling the heat radiating from him.
"I get so wet when you touch me, Renjun. Remember that time you saw me naked? You had gotten so shy and your hands got all clammy, and they trembled. Did you really think I didn't notice?” You lean in, your chest pressing against his arm, and whisper into his ear, "Your hands were on my hips. It was the first time I felt your touch on my bare skin. Your hands, they're strong and capable. I can't help but imagine them exploring every inch of my body. I want to feel them on me again, Renjun. I want to feel them everywhere."
Renjun freezes, his eyes widening as he glances back at you, clearly caught off guard by your bold admission. His cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, and he swallows hard, trying to regain his composure.
"Uh, I… I'll, uh, keep that in mind while I work on the, uh, next batch," he stammers, turning back to his potion-making, his hands noticeably less steady than before.
You could feel the temperature of your body heat up and the thought of Renjun touching you again had your panties soaked. He was so close, and he smelled incredible. His scent was warm, earthy, with a hint of something citrusy. God, you just wanted him to touch you. His hands kept moving, though, a blur of motion as he worked desperately on a new potion.
“Renjun, please,” you beg softly, voice trembling. “Look at me, just for a second.”
He ignores your plea, his attention still fully absorbed in his work, hands flying to find the right ingredients and notes.
Frustration and longing swell inside you. Without thinking, you reach out and grab his hands, feeling an immediate sense of calm wash over you. He finally stops, eyes meeting yours, and in that moment, you feel complete again. Gently, you guide his hand to cup your cheek, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch, savoring the warmth.
Renjun inhales deeply, and you open your eyes to find him gazing at you with a mixture of affection and restraint. His thumb brushes softly against your cheek, and his voice is soothing, almost like a whisper.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you enough attention,” he murmurs, swallowing hard. “Baby… I need to finish this. Can you sit over there and be a good girl for me? I’m almost done, and I promise I’ll give you whatever you want.”
You consider his words, then smile softly. “Okay,” you reply, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. Renjun has to collect himself again before he can continue, steadying his nerves. You turn and make your way to the couch.
After a few more tense minutes, Renjun finally joins you on the couch, a new potion in hand. Beads of sweat glisten on his forehead, proof of his labor.
“It’s done. Open your mouth. Drink,” he commands, his tone firm but tired.
You shake your head stubbornly, crossing your arms.
Renjun sighs in exasperation. “What now? What’s the matter this time?”
“It tastes yucky. That taste is so bad I think I might die if I have to drink it again,” you reply, pouting.
“You’re being dramatic. Stop acting like a child and open your mouth,” he says, growing impatient.
You stand your ground, lips pressed into a tight line.
Renjun clicks his tongue in frustration. “Fine.”
Without further ado, he downs the potion in one swift motion, then leans toward you. Your mouth opens slightly in surprise, but before you can react, Renjun presses his lips to yours. His lips feel electric, a jolt of sensation that makes your entire body tingle. So distracted by the kiss, you don’t notice him slipping the potion into your mouth, transferring it from his tongue to yours.
The raging fire inside you is subdued into something much more manageable. Instead of the sinful desire that had pooled within, you feel butterflies fluttering in your gut.
Renjun had successfully administered the new potion, but neither of you pulled away. Your lips remained pressed together, lingering until you both ran out of breath. You licked into his mouth under the guise of getting every last drop of the potion before pulling away.
Renjun’s lips were swollen and red, a faint pink blush dusting his cheeks. He looked flustered, eyes darting nervously. “Um you should feel fine now. What I gave you was actually an antidote. I don’t think we need to test out the new potion since it only requires a slight change. I can take it to my mentor to have him inspect it before we give it to Jiwon,” he rambled breathlessly, clearly overwhelmed and trying to distract himself from the lingering tension.
The fog in your mind finally lifted, but your heart was still pounding wildly. Your face was probably as hot as Renjun’s, eyes wide and doe-like as you stared back at him, struggling to find your words. Stammering, you managed to say, “Right, uh, I’m kind of tired now. I think it’s time I go home.”
“Do you need me to walk you?”
“I’ll be fine. Good night, Renjun,” you said hurriedly before leaving.
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It's been a few weeks since you last saw Renjun. Halloween had already passed, and Jiwon and Jiwoo were still rock solid. Renjun had convinced Jiwoo to bring Jiwon in for a couples tarot card reading. That day, he served them tea and slipped the potion into Jiwon’s drink. He made sure Jiwon drank it and called them in a few more times under the guise of couples palm readings or fortune-telling, just to keep an eye on Jiwon for any negative effects. Renjun had been keeping you updated via text but hadn’t made any effort to see you in person.
It shouldn’t upset you, but it does. These lingering feelings have been driving you crazy. All you wanted was to forget about that stupid Etsy witch, but you couldn’t. It was like he was crawling under your skin, like an itch you couldn’t scratch until you saw him. Yet, you didn’t want to see him, afraid of what you might do. You missed him so badly it hurt, but you convinced yourself it was just the lingering effect of that love spell.
Besides, a wise woman once told you that to get over one guy, you have to get under another.
Come over
You send the text to Jaemin, and within the hour, he’s knocking at your door.
He walks in quickly, and the first thing out of his mouth is an apology. “I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you or lead you on. I really do like you a lot, and I’ll do anything to fix this,” he says sincerely.
You hear his words, expecting them to bring relief or hope, but they don't.
You’re confused by the lack of emotion you feel toward Jaemin. Experimentally, you reach out and pull him into a kiss.
But it feels wrong.
When Jaemin’s lips meet yours, a wave of discomfort washes over you. His hands move to touch your waist, but it only makes things worse. The moment felt awkward.
You pull away in frustration. That stupid Etsy witch has been stirring up trouble all month. It had to be his fault. Jaemin is right here, begging you to take him back. You’ve wanted this moment for weeks, the chance to finally have him in your arms again.
Yet… you feel nothing.
This isn’t what you’re supposed to feel. Jaemin was the one you wanted so why does your body crave Renjun’s touch instead? Why does your heart feel like it can only beat for him?
“I'm sorry, Jaemin. I can’t do this,” you whisper, your voice trembling.
He looks at you, a hint of hurt flickering across his face. “Do you really still not believe me?” he asks softly.
You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “I believe you. It’s just… I can’t do this right now. I need some time for myself, okay?”
Jaemin’s shoulders slump, and his expression falls, but he doesn’t argue. He never would fight for you. Instead, he leans in gently, presses a tender kiss to your cheek, and quietly turns to leave.
Renjun
You had to find Renjun. Something wasn't right, and that antidote he made clearly wasn’t working.
You’d grown tired of coming to his condo like this, stomping down the hall in frustration. But this time, you told yourself, would be the last.
You bang on his door for the umpteenth time this month, your patience wearing thin. Almost immediately, he opens it, already expecting you—the only one brave enough to show up late at night and make this much noise.
“Do you know how many noise complaints I’ve gotten this month because of you?” he starts, annoyance evident in his tone.
Without waiting, you push past him into his apartment, matching his fire. “Probably as many problems you’ve caused in my life this month,” you spit back, voice sharp with anger.
Renjun groans and runs a hand down his face, frustration mounting. He then folds his arms across his chest and leans back against the wall, knowing how you get and waiting for you to get whatever it was off your chest.
You take in his appearance. His hair is slightly disheveled, probably from the sleep you likely woke him from. He’s wearing a big white T-shirt and baggy sweats. The tired look in his eyes makes him appear so incredibly attractive, only fueling your frustration and driving you up a wall.
“What issues are you bringing to my doorstep today, sunshine?” he asks, with a sarcastic smile.
“You,” you manage to say, trying to catch your breath. You reach out and grab him by the front of his collar. “Fix,” you breathe heavily. “This.” You gesture between both of you.
He quirks an eyebrow. “And what is ‘this’ that you speak of?”
“Your love potion! The antidote isn’t working or something. I’m still having side effects,” you say, frustration evident in your voice.
“Side effects, like?” he prompts, leaning in slightly to get a closer look at you, and you have to summon all your restraint to resist the urge to close the gap between you.
“I miss you like crazy. I can’t think straight when you’re not around. All I can think about is you,” you blurt out in exasperation.
Renjun lets out a breathless chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” you say, unamused.
“Any side effects from the potion should have worn off weeks ago,” he states calmly, almost clinical.
“Then the antidote didn’t work. Make a new one!” you demand, your voice sharp with impatience.
Renjun steps closer to you and shakes his head. “No,” he says softly.
“No? So you're just going to leave me like this?” you ask in shock.
Renjun smiles and laughs, a sound so pure and genuine that you realize you’ve probably never heard him laugh like this before.
“You're not under any spell, sunshine,” he states smugly. “You just fell in love with me for real.”
Your face heats up, and you shake your head desperately.
“You’re wrong!”
“If I’m wrong, then describe how you feel about me right now,” he challenges, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“I feel like hitting you because you're not listening,” you snap. “You're impossible and mega annoying.”
Renjun chuckles. “Would someone under a love spell call me mega annoying?”
You groan and pull at your hair in frustration. “You made me fall in love with you. Do something about it,” you plead.
Renjun finally decides to stop teasing you and give in. “I missed you too, and you're right. I am mega annoying, but I’ll make it better.”
He leans in and connects your lips.
This is what you had been needing. You feel all the stress that had been built up inside of you melt away. The feeling of his breath against your skin, the warmth of his arms wrapped around you. You longed to be closer, to be in his skin. You wondered if Renjun had a spell for that.
You settle for pulling his shirt over his head, and he quickly catches on, helping you out of yours.
He pulls you into another kiss and begins walking you back toward the couch. His living room is a mess with books strewn across the coffee table, some even open and sprawled out on the floor. It looks like he’s been deep in a new craft or experiment. The place is dimly lit, with only the moonlight pouring in through the huge floor-to-ceiling window and a single candle flickers nearby, its flame dancing softly on dripping wax, as if it’s been burning for hours
As you blindly shuffle backwards your heel catches on something, probably a stray book or a pile of papers, and you stumble, pulling Renjun down with you. You both land in a tangled heap of limbs, and you can’t help but chuckle as you reach behind you and pull out a book that had been digging into your shoulder.
“Jeez, Jun,” you manage between laughs, “what have you been studying?”
Renjun pushes himself onto his forearms, a proud smile spreading across his face. “I’ve been trying to see if I can tweak that love spell I gave Jiwoo. Maybe dilute the effects just enough to nudge someone in the right direction, letting nature do the rest. Something I can mass-produce for my shop so I don’t have to worry about botched spells. It won’t be a perfect love potion, but if the person they’re using it on already likes them even a little, it’ll boost their chances enough to spark something.”
You blink at him, giving him a soft smile. “That’s actually genius.”
Renjun’s chest puffed up with pride. “See? That way, I can finally stop faking my reviews.”
Your eyes widen. “Wait—your reviews were fake this whole time?”
He tilts his head innocently. “Well, yeah. What do you think happens when the guys I pay break up with the girl?”
You shake your head, smirking. “A real witch running a two-star Etsy shop. Guess even magic can’t fix a bad etsy review.”
Renjun’s eyes twinkle mischievously. “Sorcerer,” he corrects. “And you’re right, magic might not fix everything, but deleting reviews can,” he says proudly.
You smile and pull him back into a kiss. “I want to see some real magic,” you tease with a grin.
He leans back down bringing you into another kiss and adjusting himself so he can lay comfortably between your legs. He pulls away from your lips and kisses down your neck and shoulder as his deft hands work to unclip your bra in one swift movement. He leaves wet kisses across your skin, nipping playfully at your chest before licking at your nipple. Your breath hitches and your arch your back into his touch, urging him to give you more.
Renjun is an attentive lover, lavishing attention on both of your nipples. He sucks and bites one, while his hands massage and tease the other. Even if he says the spell wore off you can't help but doubt him because every caress feels almost otherworldly.
Renjun releases your breast, trailing kisses down your stomach. He scratches lightly at your thighs as he pulls down your panties, then settles between your legs.
Eye contact locked, Renjun doesn't look away for a moment. It's intense, and you feel yourself blushing, but you can't look away either. You watch as he licks his lips and leans forward. He laps at you with broad strokes, then focuses on your clit, sucking it into his mouth. You instinctively try to close your legs, but he forces them open, giving you a stern look.
"Keep them open, don't fight me," Renjun commands, his lower face glistening with your arousal. You blush but nod, trying to relax your legs. Renjun returns to his task with renewed fervor, daring you to move even an inch.
Renjun's tongue works expertly, alternating between slow, sensual licks and messy sucks on your clit. You claw at the carpet, trying to stay still as your thighs tremble. Finally, he takes mercy on you and sits up, wiping his mouth.
"You taste so sweet," he murmurs, his eyes heavy with lust and adoration. He pushes down his sweats and boxers, revealing himself to you. Your breath hitches, and you plead, "Please, Jun, fuck me already."
Renjun's smile is wicked and charming, and you have to fight the urge to push him down and take him yourself.
"Oh, I didn't hear a 'please,'" Renjun teases, gripping the base of his cock and teasing your entrance by pushing just the tip inside before pulling up, making it slip out with a pop, making you shiver.
"Fuck, Renjun, PLEASE!" you cry out.
He doesn't answer, just sinks into you, gripping your thighs and pulling them up to your chest to hit deep. The moan that escapes you is sure to get him another noise complaint.
Renjun's eyes flutter closed as he revels in the feeling of you, but they don't stay shut for long. When he opens them, a dangerous determination burns within them, making you brace yourself. His strokes are deep and calculated, making you inch back slightly, but he pulls you right back down with a chuckle.
You're so wet that the sound of your arousal fills the room, and Renjun loves it. He loves seeing how your body responds to him, loves making you feel good. His fingers find your clit, rubbing circles that bring you closer to the edge. Your body tenses, your breath hitches, and the only sounds in the room at that moment are the wet, squelching noises of your orgasm.
You clamp down around him, your legs shaking, tears collecting in your eyes. Still, Renjun doesn't stop, pushing you through the overstimulation.
"Almost, baby. Just a little more, I'm almost there, please," Renjun groans, desperation clear in his voice. He's so close he doesn't want to stop. After a few more harsh thrusts, Renjun's eyes flutter closed, and a raspy moan rips from his throat as he pulls out and finishes on your stomach.
You both catch your breath, your legs finally still. You lie there, motionless, trying to process what just happened and find your footing in reality.
"Wow," you murmur softly, lost in thought about everything that's transpired over the past month. Renjun leaves and returns with a warm cloth, cleaning you up gently.
“Are you okay?” he asks, kissing your forehead.
“You’re amazing,” you reply, making Renjun laugh.
“That’s not exactly what I asked, but I’ll take it,” he says with a smile. “Here, let’s get you to bed.”
He helps you sit up and guides you to his room.
You settle into his sheets and he cuddles up beside you. You have no idea how you’re going to explain all of this to Jiwoo. You never thought you’d believe in magic, and more surprisingly, you never thought you’d believe in love.
Renjun showed you both.
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kinktober 2025 day 1: threesome, toys under clothes, creampie
summary: xiaojun is your boyfriend, renjun is the roommate, and a Halloween movie night goes a little off track (to everyone's delight)
Halloween season was one of your favorites. You’d grown up watching cute movies where the scenes were oversaturated with oranges and reds, where the streets filled with children in costume as they raced between houses for candy. When you got a bit older the movies became a bit scarier, horror flicks with jump scares and thrills.
And now, as an adult, you happily spend the days in October leading up to Halloween trying to recreate the nostalgia of your youth. You fill the apartment with Halloween decor — autumn leaves, spooky decorations, flickering candles that fill your apartment with the scent of baked apples and cinnamon. You have a bowl of sweets and treats that you nibble on as you curl up on the sofa to watch seasonal movies with your boyfriend, occasionally joined by his roommate.
Tonight, Xiaojun is working late. There’s an album releasing before the end of the year, and he and all of the members have been working nonstop to prepare. He recently re-dyed his hair to a style he’d done previously, one that you refer to as his Oreo hair — black with chunky blond bits, and you haven’t quite been able to keep your hands to yourself since then. There’s just something about the hairstyle that looks so good on him, you just want to eat him up. You’re also just feeling particularly horny lately.
Since you’d moved in a few months ago, you’d tried to keep things a little more PG when possible. Xiaojun and Renjun had been living together for a while, and although you got along with Renjun perfectly fine, you rather felt that he wouldn’t be very happy if he had to constantly walk in on you and Xiaojun fucking. It was bad enough that one bright and early morning you’d woken Xiaojun with your mouth around his cock which led to noisy, fantastic morning sex because you thought Renjun had left for a schedule, only for you to walk out of the bedroom to use the bathroom, and Renjun chose that moment to emerge from his bedroom that shared a wall with Xiaojun’s.
Because of the self-imposed limitation to not have sex when you knew Renjun was in the apartment, you were horny constantly. Just the other night Xiaojun had shaken you awake from a raunchy dream so he could tease you about you moaning and grinding against the sheets bunched between your legs in your sleep. You want to get off so badly, but with Xiaojun busy and on a schedule that aligns almost exactly with Renjun’s you’ve not had a private moment with Xiaojun in what feels like weeks at this point.
So tonight while they’re both working late, as you settle in on the sofa in the living room to watch a Halloween movie, you bring your bowl of sweet treats, a blanket, and your favorite vibrator.
You’re going to get off tonight no matter what.
You sink down on one end of the sofa, feeling utterly comfortable in your cropped tank top and sweatpants that you stole from Xiaojun. You’ve just come out from the shower, your skin still tingly with warmth from the water, and the rest of you is tingly too because before you redressed, you went ahead and slid your vibrator in. It’s one of those that sits inside you with an external bit to stimulate your clit, controlled by an app on your phone. So once you’ve settled in comfortably, the opening credits of the movie playing on the TV, and a snack-sized bag of Oreo cookies open, you select the app on your phone and just start out with a low steady buzz.
It’s so nice to just relax and snack and watch the movie while also relaxing further because of the vibrations. The toy flexes inside you, vibrating both your G spot and your clit, and the longer it goes on, the lower you sink on the sofa, the more you forget about the Oreos, the more you forget about the movie. Until you’re lying on your back, the blanket kicked to the side, one hand beneath your top to touch your tits, your other hand busy with controlling the intensity of the vibrator by sliding your thumb up and down on your phone screen.
In the movie, the main characters run through a house while scary music plays, providing enough noise to nearly cover the sound of your moans and the soft squeaking the of springs in the sofa as you roll your hips, wishing you were actually being fucked by Xiaojun rather than just your toy.
But it feels so good. It’s more action than you’ve had in a while, and as the scene in the movie crescendoes, so does your pleasure.
Your orgasm swells through you, an explosion of sensations. You feel high, light and airy as your whole body surges with adrenaline and endorphins, your toes curling against the sofa cushions, pussy pulsing around the toy. Your thumb slides down the screen, dropping the vibrations down to their lowest setting, allowing yourself to come down.
God that felt so good. So fucking good.
You needed that. You really, really did.
“Babe?” Xiaojun’s voice rings through the apartment. “I’m home!”
The apartment door clicks shut. You hear shoes kicked off in the entryway, and quiet footsteps coming closer.
Your vision is blurred as you blink through the pleasure, your hips still rolling with the low vibrations. You peek through your eyelashes, catching a glimpse of dark brown and blond Oreo hair. God, you must be really far gone, you think, because you’re seeing double.
You blink again.
Your vision settles, your brain takes a moment to catch up to the image your eyes are seeing. The double vision of Xiaojun’s Oreo hair as he stares at you becomes clear, solidifying into two men both with dark brown and blond hair staring at you. Xiaojun and Renjun.
“Oh, shit!” You curse, grabbing for the blanket as you sit up. You draw it up to your chest, squeezing your legs together. “I didn’t think you guys were going to be home until later.”
The movie is still playing on the screen. Renjun looks away from you to watch the TV instead, but after a few seconds he glances at you again.
Xiaojun explains, “Filming wrapped early. I texted you.”
Your face feels on fire. “I didn’t see. I was watching the movie.”
Renjun’s gaze slides back to you then. A flicker of a smirk. “This is a good one. Mind if I watch?”
More heat blooms inside you, embarrassment and arousal struggling hard against each other to see who will win out. God, it’s humiliating that he walked in on you like that. But, damn, it’s also kinda hot, right? And then you know he was asking about the movie, but hearing Renjun ask if he could watch? That’s got your sex-drive revving right back up to full speed.
“Sure,” you agree quietly, trying (and probably failing) to not appear awkward.
Xiaojun chuckles a little as he quickly shucks off his jacket and comes to join you. He lifts your blanket-covered feet so he can sit on the middle cushion of the sofa, and he lets your feet come to rest in his lap again. He pats the remaining cushion opposite your end of the sofa. “Come sit, Renjun. Let’s watch.”
As he says it, Xiaojun’s dark eyes dart towards you. He sends you a wink, and your whole body suddenly feels electric.
You really aren’t even that far into the movie. Renjun takes his seat. Xiaojun reaches across you to grab the snack bowl where you’d left it on the end table. He grabs a bag of gummy worms, and passes the bowl to Renjun. They’re both watching the movie, but for a moment you study the pair of them. You can’t believe that you thought you were seeing double when you first opened your eyes. They really don’t look alike, like even though their hair is similar colors right now, the styles don’t match. Xiaojun’s is dark with the lighter chunks, and Renjun’s is
a bleached white blond beneath the dark brown top layer, which yes looks absolutely fantastic on him, but it’s not really similar to your boyfriend’s hair.
Renjun turns his head to the side, noticing you watching him.
You quickly turn away.
It’s then, as you’re trying to focus on the movie rather than your lingering embarrassment from being caught, that you realize your vibrator is still going at such a low setting that it may as well be turned off. You fumble with your phone to turn it off, and the screen lights up, drawing the attention of both Xiaojun and Renjun, which only makes you fumble your phone more. It slips, your thumb glides up the screen as your phone tumbles into your boyfriend’s lap.
The vibrator comes to life inside you, flexing and buzzing with intensity.
You arch your back, a moan forces its way from your lips, and you kick a leg out, pushing against something.
A hand circles your ankle. The vibrations fade.
Your entire body is thrumming, alight with renewed embarrassment.
They’re both still looking at you. Xiaojun holds your phone, now in control of your vibrator. Renjun holds your ankle as your foot now rests in his lap.
As you sit there, burning up from the inside out, the vibrations start to build up again, Xiaojun’s finger moving on your phone’s screen. A whimper escapes you. Renjun’s hand flexes around your ankle.
“Xiaojun,” you whine, trying to reach for him to make him stop, but also you definitely don’t want him to stop. You want more. You want him to fuck you. At this point, you’re so far gone, you don’t even mind that Renjun is right there. And honestly, the feeling of his hand on your ankle, the fact that he’s touching your bare skin while you’ve got a vibrator buzzing inside you is extra thrilling.
“What, babe?” Xiaojun moves his finger in the most distracting pattern on the phone, causing waves of pleasure. “What do you want?”
Renjun’s fingers skim a little higher than your ankle, dipping beneath the leg of the sweatpants, curling against your calf muscle.
“More,” you moan, rocking your hips off the sofa. “Want you to touch me. I need you to fuck me.”
Xiaojun lets out a breath. “You’re gonna admit all that in front of Renjun? Usually you’re so careful around him, babe. But you know he’s heard us, right? That he’s got a little crush on you, a hard-on from the times he’s heard us fuck?”
“Dude!” Renjun’s tone is one of shock, but he doesn’t deny it. His fingers twitch against your skin.
“Well?” Xiaojun challenges. “Am I wrong?”
Renjun doesn’t answer aloud, and if he answers otherwise you are too distracted to tell. Once again, you push your hand beneath the edge of your cropped tank top to touch your tits. You rock your hips off the sofa, craving more than just what the toy is giving you, more than just this meager feeling of having the little toy buzzing inside you. You want to feel full, you need it. You need Xiaojun.
“Just fuck me, Jun!” You cry out, not thinking anymore. “He can watch, I don’t care. Just, please, touch me.”
Your blanket is torn away completely before you can even take another breath. Xiaojun’s body is hot against yours, his hands sliding beneath your top, and he crushes his mouth to yours. You moan into the kiss, your arms and legs immediately tangle around him, drawing him fully against you. He’s half-hard already, rutting against your hip while the vibrator continues to buzz in your pussy. And then, while Xiaojun is busy with his hands on your tits and his tongue in your mouth, you feel the pattern of the vibrations stutter, pick up, drop low, pick up again and up and up and—
You break the kiss to moan, to gulp in breaths as a new orgasm crests, your body shuddering as you cum around the vibrator for the second time in ten minutes.
Xiaojun turns his head to look over his shoulder. “Are you participating too? Not just a passive observer?”
Renjun laughs softly. “I thought I could help a bit.”
“Yes, yeah, sure,” you sigh, lifting your head to brush your lips along Xiaojun’s throat. “Let him help. I’m feeling particularly needy tonight, Dejun. I’ve been so horny lately, just craving your touch, your cock.” You press your lips just beneath his jaw, and you whisper, “Your cum, too. Need you to stuff me full with your big cock, fill me up till I’m dripping and creamy.”
“Fuck.” Xiaojun bucks against you, the hard ridge of his cock digging into your belly. “Yeah, okay. Renjun, you know I don’t mind sharing with you.”
They do have a history of sharing. Maybe not sharing partners, but they’ve shared a lot of other things. Why not share you, too?
Xiaojun flips things over so you’re on top of him. He looks gorgeous beneath you like this, his hair fluffy and arrayed like a halo around his face. You swoop down to kiss him again. He palms your chest, and moans into the kiss when you start rolling your hips. At this angle, the vibrator sits a little deeper, pressed more firmly against both your clit and your G spot, and with Renjun now holding your phone, now in control of the vibrations and flexing of the toy, it doesn’t take long before you’re rapidly climbing towards and third orgasm.
You don’t want it, not yet.
You twist around, reaching for the phone. “Wait. Renjun, please, oh my—“
His eyes are wide, hungry, devouring the sight of you as you fully turn around on top of Xiaojun to face him instead. His thumb slides down the screen, dropping the intensity. Renjun can’t look away from your tits, the top does little to conceal the hard peaks of your nipples.
Behind you, Xiaojun fits his fingers in the waistband of the sweatpants. He tugs them down little by little.
“Babe, you really want me to fill you up?” Xiaojun asks as he gets the waistband of your bottoms down below the curve of your ass. “You want it raw?”
Renjun groans in front of you, and when you look a little closer, you can see the bulge in the front of his pants.
“Raw, Jun.” You lift your gaze from Renjun’s bulge up to his face. His eyes brush yours as you request to your boyfriend, “Wanna feel you cum inside me.”
Xiaojun hurriedly shoves his own pants down, and you glance back to watch him free his cock, jerking his hand a few times over his length. Your boyfriend is a good size, a good length, and thick enough that you typically need to use both hands when you’re handling him.
He reaches between your legs, pressing the button on the vibrator to turn it off before he carefully removes it from your wet, needy pussy. Xiaojun drops it to the side, and he fills you instead with his fingers, getting them nice and wet with your arousal.
Renjun moves around in front of you, and when you face forward, he’s turned to face you. His hand covers his bulge, palming himself while he watches Xiaojun finger you, watches Xiaojun take his soaked fingers and use them to lube his cock before he puts a hand on your hip and lines up with your entrance.
“You’re so wet,” Renjun murmurs. “So pretty.”
Xiaojun presses the tip in, letting out a breath of sweet relief as your tight walls do their best to suck him in deeper.
You feel a little daring as you rest your hands on Renjun’s thighs, and then you drop your ass, rolling your hips down to sink the rest of Xiaojun’s cock inside you. You moan at the stretch. He’s so much bigger than your little vibrator, and you’ve really, really missed having him inside you. Your hands squeeze lightly at Renjun’s clothed thighs. The band of your sweatpants digs into your thighs, reminding you that all three of you are clothed as you ride your boyfriend’s cock. You moan, rolling your hips in an undulating rhythm, your walls throbbing around him.
Renjun licks his lips, unable to look away from you. His eyes flutter from one part of you to the next and the next, drinking all of you in. His gaze touches on Xiaojun’s hands at your hips, on your bare belly, on the heaving of your breasts, on your hands as you dig your fingers into his thighs as you draw yourself up Xiaojun’s cock just to drop back down. Renjun’s attention rises to your lips, caught there to watch your tongue dart out to wet your bottom lip, to observe the way that you catch your bottom lip beneath your front teeth as you try to bite off a moan of your boyfriend’s name. Renjun is entranced by your mouth when you let it fall open, a cry spilling from your pretty lips as Xiaojun uses his hold on your hips to thrust up into while he pulls you down.
Renjun doesn’t look at Xiaojun, he doesn’t ask permission, he just acts.
His lips are on yours before you realize it. A sneak attack, though a welcome one. You open your mouth to him, welcoming Renjun to ravage you with his kiss while you grip his thighs, while you ride Xiaojun’s thick cock. Renjun’s kiss is hungry, though softer than you’re used to. Xiaojun’s kisses are intense, sharp and hard (which you love), but the shape of Renjun’s mouth is softer, gentle and smooth but no less filled with the need to devour you, to taste you on his tongue. You adapt quickly to Renjun’s style of kissing, happy to let him just kiss you while you have Xiaojun inside you.
But soon that’s not enough for any of you.
Renjun covers one of your hands on his thigh, guiding your hand higher. You gladly let him lead you.
Your fingers brush the bulge in his joggers, and you cup him in your hand. He’s smaller than Xiaojun, but you don’t let that deter you. You moan into the kiss, bounce in Xiaojun’s lap, and you stroke Renjun’s erection over his pants.
He lifts one of his hands to your side, fingers brushing against Xiaojun’s for a second before he’s gliding his hand higher, his touch exploring beneath the edge of your top, meeting the curve of your breast. His thumb finds your nipple, and Renjun starts drawing tight circles around the hard bud. You mirror the move by dipping your hand inside his joggers, discovering that he’s not wearing any underwear, and then you get your hand around his erection, circling your thumb around his damp tip.
All three of you moan at the same time. Renjun bucks into the tight feeling of your warm hand around his cock. Xiaojun thrusts his hips off the sofa, slamming into you, hitting against your G spot.
Renjun falls back against the arm of the sofa, breaking the kiss. His face is flushed, gaze alive with desire as he scans your face. Your hand is still wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, thumb teasing against the head.
Xiaojun does the same move again, fucking up into you.
“Babe, are you treating Renjunnie right? Are you gonna show him how talented you are with your mouth?” Saliva fills your mouth at the thought, and at having Xiaojun’s permission. “You know we like to share, babe, and we’ve shared stories. I know he likes his dick sucked, and he knows that I’ve only had good things to say about you giving head.”
Your pussy floods at that new knowledge. Xiaojun has bragged about your sex life? He and Renjun have talked in depth about that stuff, about you and him?
You waste no further time.
You lean forward, relinquishing your hold on Renjun’s thigh and on his cock to instead drag the waistband of his joggers down. His cock springs free, you sink lower.
The moment your mouth touches his cock, Renjun is moaning your name, his fingers rake through your hair, gathering it into a ponytail.
He’s definitely smaller than Xiaojun, more in line with the size of the vibrator now lying forgotten on the floor. And he fits perfectly in your mouth. You swallow him down, and he hits the back of your throat, the bittersweet slide of him on your tongue only drives you more wild.
Xiaojun shifts behind you, his hands on your hips as he repositions you more into a doggy position, him on his knees behind you as he thrusts into your ever-hungry pussy.
You love this, the turn of events for the night. You just wanted one orgasm on your vibrator, but you’ve now had two of those and two cocks too. You rock back to meet Xiaojun’s thrust, bob your head around Renjun’s cock. You’re trying to get them both to cum fast. You want it, want Xiaojun to leave your pussy creamy, want Renjun to spill across your tongue and lips and chin.
Renjun uses his grip on your hair to control you a bit, to pull your mouth off of him so he can lean down and kiss you in the middle of you giving him head, which has a certain charm to it that he interrupted his own pleasure just to kiss you. But then you’re getting right back to it, tonguing at his cock, dipping your hand lower to tease his balls, which is something Xiaojun likes too.
Xiaojun fucks you a little harder when he sees you doing that. His hips slam against your ass, hands gripping bruisingly tight at your hips. He’s cursing and grunting beneath his breath, and you know he’s got to be close; your pussy is too tight and wet around him for him not to be close.
Renjun is leaking on the back of your tongue, the bittersweet taste of him serving to make you work twice as hard for your reward. You push yourself to take him deep, lips tight around the base of his cock, nose buried against his abdomen until you can’t breathe, your throat contracting around him. His hand tightens in your hair, his hips flex forward except there’s nowhere deeper for him to reach.
You swallow, moaning as Xiaojun snakes a hand beneath you, pushing your sweatpants all the way down to your knees, making it easier for his fingers to find your clit. He pushes in hard from behind, hitting just right against your G spot. There’s no stopping your orgasm, the climax rushes powerfully through you.
Xiaojun keeps going, your boyfriend knows that you love to be fucked roughly through your orgasm. His hips smack your ass, his cock rutting into you while your pussy hungrily pulses around him, sucking him in deeper, begging for him to fill your belly.
Renjun flies into action then too. He holds your head still with his grip on your ponytail, and he shows you evidence of his dancer’s hips as he fucks your mouth.
You lift your gaze as best as you can to look up at his face, and as you do, your gazes lock. Renjun holds your gaze as his cock disappears between your lips. He’s got a hand beneath your chin, and his thumb wipes at the corner of your mouth, at the drool leaking from your lips.
“So pretty. I’m so lucky Xiaojun agreed to share you with me.” Renjun strokes your cheek. “I’m so lucky I get to see you cumming for us, that I get to see him creampie you.”
Xiaojun grunts behind you. “I’m lucky that maybe we won’t have to be so sneaky about sex with you around.” He slows his thrusts, pressing in slow and deep as he leans over your back, dropping a kiss to your spine as he says to you, “We can fuck wherever, whenever, babe, and if Renjun catches us, maybe he can join us again. Would you like that?”
Your answer is an enthusiastic gargling sound as you’re too busy with your lips wrapped tight around the base of Renjun’s cock again to give a real answer.
“Yeah?” Xiaojun pulls back and snaps his hips forward. “You like being shared by your boyfriend and his best friend? You wanted a taste of both of us as a little treat tonight?” He draws his hips back so slowly just to quickly push back in again.
Renjun lets you back off of his cock. You gulp in a quick breath to answer, “I wanna taste you both. Wanna be filled from both ends all the time.”
Renjun pulls you forward again, dipping just the tip between your lips.
“Double stuffed,” Xiaojun teases. He also gives you just the tip.
Both Xiaojun and Renjun fuck shallowly, giving you just the tip. It makes you desperate, craving more.
You good your tongue out for Renjun, locking gazes with him once more. That’s all it takes.
He ruts against your tongue, his hand resting at the base of his cock, his thumb stroking along his length as he thrusts against your tongue. The rhythm falters, a moan breaking from his lips, and you close your eyes just in time for him to cum.
Renjun spurts across your tongue, across your lips. He drips down your throat and down your chin, a bit of it getting on your cheekbone. You close your lips around his tip and suck, tongue stroking along the underside of his cock, drinking all that you can from him.
Xiaojun swears at the sight of his best friend cumming on his face. He roughly grabs your hips, slamming in deep once again, and he cums. He pulls back as his climax hits, spilling hot seed inside you, unloading most of it right inside you so when he pulls fully out of you to sink back down onto his ass, he can watch as his cum drips from your pussy.
“Fucking hell,” Xiaojun moans, palming your ass. His thumb runs along your folds, smearing his cum around. “So pretty, babe. You’re so fucking pretty dripping like this. Look at me.”
You reluctantly pull away from suckling at Renjun’s tip as he continues combing his fingers through your hair. You look back over your shoulder at your boyfriend, and Xiaojun grins at the sight of your mouth dripping cum.
“C’mere,” he demands.
You twist around, and as your sweatpants try to get tangled around your knees, you quickly push them the rest of the way down your legs, kicking them off the couch to the floor. Now you’re free from restrictions as you climb into Xiaojun’s lap, draping yourself against him. Xiaojun wraps you in his arms, pulling you to sit down in his lap, uncaring about ruining his sweatpants at this point. You kiss him, deeply, lovingly. His mouth is still sharper against yours than Renjun’s had been, and it’s a messy kiss as he licks at your chin, buries his tongue in your mouth, his fingers scoop Renjun’s cum from your cheeks and he pushes his fingers into your mouth while he’s still kissing you.
You’re settled over his softening erection, and you’ve still got a hot tingle of arousal in your belly. You roll your hips, grinding on his dick while you make out with him.
You’re not sure how long it takes, how long you and Xiaojun sit there making out with you humping him, but eventually the knot in your belly unravels, tension releasing, energy fleeing your body.
You break the kiss and collapse against Xiaojun, just resting your head against his shoulder. Through sex-glazed eyes, you realize the end credits of the movie are rolling. You missed the ending. The snack bowl was apparently sitting somewhere on the sofa, dislodged at some point since the snacks are now all strewn across the floor along with your sweatpants and the vibrator and your phone.
You glance back behind you. Renjun’s spot has been vacated.
Xiaojun kisses the top of your head. “You okay? Was that all good?”
You nod, letting your eyes close. “It was so good. I’m good. I’m… I wasn’t expecting all of this to happen tonight, but I liked it. I just hope it doesn’t, like, make things weird.” You pause, then ask, “Where did he go?”
The answer comes a few seconds later. Footsteps creak across the floor, and then weight settles on the other end of the sofa. “Here,” Renjun says softly. Xiaojun shifts, and then you feel the heat of a damp cloth on your cheek. Xiaojun runs it gently, carefully over your cheeks, your chin, down your neck. He kisses your forehead and your nose, and he eases you back from his chest. You let him tip you against the back of the sofa, and Xiaojun uses the cloth to clean up between your legs.
Part of you wonders if you should feel a little embarrassed to be sitting here Winnie the Pooh style with I pants on, just your crop top. But Renjun just watched you and Xiaojun fuck, and he came on your face. There’s not much to be embarrassed about right now.
Renjun takes the dirty cloth from Xiaojun once you’re cleaned up, and he leaves the room again. Xiaojun fetched your pants from the floor, and he helps you back into them.
By the time Renjun returns — although part of you wasn’t sure if he was still coming back — the snacks are cleaned off the floor, Xiaojun had returned your vibrator back into your bedroom, and you and your boyfriend are snuggled together beneath the blanket, a new movie is just beginning on the TV.
Renjun lingers at the corner of the couch. He glances at the TV, glances at the two of you. He hesitates.
“Renjun,” you call, “Come sit. This is a good movie too.”
“No distractions this time,” Xiaojun promises, brushing a kiss to the top of your head. “And we have snacks. Candy, chips. Double-stuffed Oreos.”
“Any honey butter chips?” Renjun asks as he sinks down back on his end of the sofa.
You stretch your legs out, resting your feet in his lap with a contented sigh. Relaxed, satisfied, and happy.