CUTE

CUTE

love.fm | h.rj

genre ❥ fluff, angst, coworkers to lovers  pairings ❥ radio show host!renjun x fem!reader  word count ❥ 7.2k   warnings ❥ none author’s note ❥ had this sitting in my wip for a while after rewatching renra on akdong seoul….just thought it would be a really cute idea!!

My love’s so young, I’m young, at a sweet age I can’t only look at you

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what the puck!

pairing: hockey player!donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, a crackfic turned way too serious lmao

word count: 11.6k

synopsis: you hit the university’s star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue. 

author’s note: sorry i came back after almost an entire year and dropped this instead of anything people actually asked for teehee 😋 also i know nothing about hockey so none of the sports stuff makes sense pls kindly ignore <3 big shoutout to miss cat and moon for coming up with the only good parts of this fic 

warning(s): brief descriptions of injuries 

playlist: and july (feat. dean and dj friz) by heize ― mixtape 2003 by the academic ― chit chat by beach weather ― 1983 by neon trees ― fearless by taylor swift

part i. lee taemin once said his ideal meet-cute is a girl running him over with her car <3

First off, to set the record straight—

You are not a bad driver.

There just so happened to be a bad thunderstorm, and your windshield wipers happened to malfunction, and you happened to lightly tap someone with the front of your beat-up Toyota Prius. Honestly, the person probably did more damage to your car that’s one airbag deployment away from spontaneous combustion than the car could ever do to him. 

However, for some reason, the blurry figure that you can barely make out through the onslaught of rainfall doesn’t seem to be getting up off the ground. 

Hurriedly putting your car in park, you clamber out in a panic as water pelts you in the face like one of those super strong hoses set on sprinkler mode. Without even asking if the person is okay, you lift him up by the shoulders and shake him violently. 

“Oh my God, please don’t die! I literally can’t afford to pay for someone’s funeral right now,” you wail. 

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Lip tint

info: Renjun x reader, established relationship

genre: fluff, suggestive

content: reader being whipped for Renjun, kissing, making out, slight hair pulling

word count: 1.4k

You are about to try the new lip tint you bought and your boyfriend interrupts you.

You sat in front of the dressing table, excitedly. You opened your little bag to take out the new lip tint you bought. "Finally" you thought, as you had been searching for this shade for a while now, good quality and a reasonable price. To be honest, you're no expert at colors and shades, but you could tell that this is what you wanted, the moment you laid your eyes on it. You tear the plastic seal, unscrew the cap and pull the applicator out. "Wow" you almost say audibly as you admire the color for a second, it's a peachy, rosy, pretty little pink, you think to yourself and realize you didn't even look for the shade name on the packaging while buying it. So you examine the container, only to find out there is a shade number given there instead. "Whatever," you say and swatch the tint on to the side of your wrist, the color looks so pretty and the pigment is just perfect. You move the applicator towards your lips and— 

"Hey y/n, Good Morning! What are you up to babe?" Renjun says cheerfully yet calmly as he enters the room and sits on the bed.

You ignore whatever he said. "Come check this!" you say, without even looking at him. "This lip tint is so pretty! I just bought it and was about to try it on," you tell him, showing him your wrist.

"Oh yes, it smells really good too," he says as he examines your wrist and takes a satisfactory whiff. "Mmm."

You finally look up at him and notice how he looks extra pretty today, even though you're the one who is dressed up while he is still in his pajamas.

"Wait, I think we should try it on you because your lips look so pouty and plump. They are always prettier than mine. Hmm?" You croon.

He cringes.

"I just woke up a while ago and although I took a shower, my face is still puffy, that’s why," he says seriously, sounding annoyed.

"So, you do agree with what I said, right?"

He groans and makes a face but rests his weight on the dressing table, folding his arms and tilting his chin a little upwards. You almost giggle at how easily he complies, even though he is annoyed. Adorable. You get up with the same excitement as earlier and apply the lip tint on your boyfriend's lips. You take a step back to have a look and gasp audibly. The pigment is so damn perfect, it's neither too much nor too little, it looks very natural. And Renjun's plump lips and the little gloss of the tint make him look so delicious. You want to kiss him badly.

He is waiting for your response, so you turn him around and make him face the mirror. "Babe, it looks so good! You look so dreamy and perfect, I might cry," you beam, overdramatically.

He smiles at you in the mirror and leans forward to take a good look. "Mmm, it’s gotta look pretty because you chose the color," he tells you. You roll your eyes at his cheesy remark.

He looks so handsome yet delicate as you both stand next to each other in the mirror and you admire him, eyeing him up and down.

"Ahem.” “Wanna try it on yourself now? Want me to put it on your lips?" He asks. You lightly nod at him.

He dips the applicator in the container, turning to his side and— you press your lips on his, firmly, backing away quickly. He looks at you with surprised eyes and you just look back at him, as if you kissed him for the first time. You purse your lips, shyly, tasting the lip tint.

He is indeed taken aback as it's usually him who steals little kisses from you here and there. He can see the lip tint has transferred on your lips now, and he chuckles, your knees go weak. Butterflies. You feel a little hot on your face and see that he is blushing too. And then both of you’re grinning at each other like idiots.

He looks so precious, you cannot think of ever letting him go. The next moment, you are crashing your lips onto his so hard that your teeth clack, so stupid, you think. You both kiss hastily yet softly and gently. You can smell the lip tint on his lips, smell his shower gel, his shampoo, the detergent from his oversized t-shirt and his own scent. Shit. It all makes you so dizzy, everything seems to be hazy and your heartbeat increases rapidly. His hands reach down to your waist, pulling you in and your hands are in his hair, then fiddling with the dainty chain at the back of his neck and you reach further to his shoulders and chest, turning him around and pushing him on the dressing-chair, breaking the kiss.

You both look at each other, eyes full of want. He reaches up to cup your face, you lean into his touch, so soft. He suddenly pulls you in for another kiss, one hand on your jaw and the other on your hips, squeezing. You faintly squirm. He pulls, straddling you over his thighs smoothly.

How can he be so hot and so damn adorable at the same time? He'd really have the softest expression on his face and look all precious and tiny in his favorite oversized outfits and still have this classy and intimidating aura. You fall for it each time. One second he'd be giving you his delicate bright smile and gaze so gentle, and the next, his smile still the same yet his eyes would darken; the gaze going cold and it would make you shiver because it's so sexy. It's been three years since you guys started dating and you always feel like you're in a trance, whenever you notice him doing the simplest of things. He is too sexy, too beautiful, too precious. You Love Renjun.

You get out of your hazy thoughts as he sucks at your upper lip and you lick his lower lip, slightly biting it. He parts his lips and you take no time to explore his mouth. He tastes like the toothpaste he uses and the lemon juice he drinks after waking up. The minty and citrus tastes tingle your tongue but you like it. Your tongues work so well together, swirling the slightly bitter taste of the lip tint, taking turns on each other. You guys are practically making out after a while because you didn't even realize when your hand moved under his t-shirt and onto the waistband of his sweatpants. One of his hands is dangerously close to your crotch, groping your thigh and the position you both are in isn't very helpful either.

You move your other hand from his chest to the back of his neck, into his hair and tug a little. "Mmmh," he whimpers, grip tightening where his other hand rests on your arm. You feel the hair on the back of your neck rise. You love this so much, you do it again, this time yanking, and he moans loudly into the kiss, both his hands suddenly flying to your hips and grabbing tightly on your thighs. God!

You lean away for air and, fuck he looks so gorgeous as you still hold on to his hair, his chin tilted towards you. His dark brown bangs are a mess, his lips swollen and lip tint smeared all around them. Both of you are slightly panting. His brows are furrowed, probably because of the pain, and his eyes have this fiery look as if he is angry at what you did, but you know him, you know he likes it. You smirk, also mouthing a little sorry immediately, feeling guilty and concerned. As soon as you say that, his expression changes surprisingly to that of a smug smile. He was just teasing you, as if he gave you what you want, because he wanted to. He likes to play. You swear you want to violently kiss that smug off of his handsome little face and make out forever.

The lip tint! You sigh and turn your head around to look in the mirror. “The color indeed looks pretty,” you say while noticing the lip tint smeared on your lips as well.

“Told ya, my girlfriend bought it,'' he says while peeking from your side with the same smirk. You both smile in the mirror like idiots, again.

author's note: Sorry if my English and grammar suck .🥲. I am not good at English and this was my first time ever writing anything properly in my life.

I am so down bad for Renjun. The recent teaser pictures have me on my knees.

Anyways, thanks for reading and feel free to interact.

tw// rape

please go report @neocentral for writing fics about raping Jisung please they have several and that's unsettling to say the least

this was so cute :((

i miss christmas time

Special Mittens. | Park Jisung (M)

prologue- “You look beautiful wearing that apron and mittens on.”+ “ Special mittens saved the day.”

summary: your boyfriend Jisung is spending Christmas over at your family’s house for the first time. you’re nervous and excited because you are determined to move your relationship with jisung to the next level. But first you both need to get your mittens on and celebrate the holidays!

the warnings: Christmas lovers. First time sex type a thing. Jisung and Y/n are college sweethearts(?). Y/n finally goes back home to introduce her boyfriend to her family. Christmas theme. CONSENT. Suggestive. Wholesome fluff :)

notes- KINKMAS FIC.

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Cinnamon rolls and jingle bells ringing like a wind up carousel, you already know what time of the year it is. It’s the festive season. Your family take Christmas very seriously, always going full out and competitively at that. They were the family in the neighbourhood that try their hardest to be the best christmasy- decorated house with the most try hard obnoxious weirdest cardboards of santa clause and the reindeer crew.

At one point last year, your family managed to make a fountain of Santa Claus. All from their hands. Seriously, hand made santa clause statue??

You’re overwhelmed because Jisung is quite timid. Unlike your family, yours are much more on par between manically insane and heavily chaotic. Your family thrive on it. Jisung and his family are very much more laid back, chill and very comforting people who prefer to be reserved and peaceful. You’re a little over-worried about your boyfriend of five months, considering he’s nervous about making the best impression on your entire family.

He seeks their approval and their validation on here. You’re aware of it, he spoke about many scenarios late at night on facetime where he states if your family don’t like him, he might bury himself six feet below. If your family don’t like him, how will this relationship survive? You sorta understand him and his worrying but you don’t think he has much to worry about.

Your family are twice as excited to meet Jisung. You spoke only the good things (it’s not like he has anything bad flaws anyways) so really, all he has to be is to be himself.

“Wait. I’m scared.” Jisung stops your hand from ringing the front doorbell of the house. You turn around sighing deeply. “Ji you’re going to be fine.” You comfort the anxiousness tall boy standing next to you. The door swings open with your large family shoving to get through the entrance to greet and welcome the two of you.

Your mother reaches to hug Jisung first, completely dismissing you. You stand there with a blank smile, as your siblings rush to welcome you inside the house. Jisung’s overwhelming anxiousness was put to a stop once he was in your mother’s hands, nevertheless he is chaotically moving around in the house with your family members. Rushing side to side, helping out with the turkey and other side dishes— lunging himself towards your father who would be in the garage fixing the bicycle that one of your little siblings happened to break on their way to school. Paying attention to you was one thing he has not been able to do so, but it would be the same with you. You were completely invested in decorating the Christmas cookies that were in the oven baking.

Your little sister kneels down to watch the cookies inside the oven, gasping a little ‘wow’. “Hey Y/n when will they be finished?”

You smile. “In a few minutes. Now tag along to help grandma and grandpa with setting the dining table.” The little girl with two pigtails nods rushing out the kitchen. Behind you would stand a taller figure, your boyfriend with a sheepish smile flashing to you. Something you grew to be wary of.

“What’s that smile for?” You interrogate with gushing suspicion of your boyfriend who seems a little too playful right now, it was like he was questioning and teasing you of something you’ve done. Or rather someone you know. He lightly shrugs his shoulders towards you and leans to the kitchen counter.

Jisung sweetly sang. “Ohh nothing.”

Your face drops at the words, it most definitely did not seem like ‘nothing’ in that tone and facial expression. It was so obvious he had something to say. You sigh out. “Whatever you want to say, say it.”

Jisung straightens his body posture no longer leaning on the kitchen counter. He kept behind you as he truthfully and fully spoke. “You look beautiful wearing that apron and mittens on. Domestic lifestyle looks good on you.”

The way those compliments roll of his lips like poetry made you seemingly weak on the knees. You brush it away however putting up a tough act. Not wanting to get flustered over such small words from him; it’s ridiculous. The slightest compliment he does makes your confident boost high and higher than before. It’s his fault if you end up having a goddamn god complex. You kneel down watching the cookies in the oven, rather turning your attention on to that. Jisung slowly ventured closer to your body till his arms reach down to your waist. With a single impactful pull he had you close to his body from behind where he towers over you. The height difference was visible. You reach perfectly to his chest halfway. He had so many inches on you, it was impossible to ignore the cute feature between you two.

His hands slide to your waist and around your stomach where he caressed it. Palming your stomach in gentle and affectionate manner. His head fell into your nape inhaling your scent. His hair prickles your skin on your shoulders and your face grew into a wide smile.

He whispers close to your ears. “I finally have time to spend with you. Your family are lovely though. I really worried my ass off for nothing.” You couldn’t agree more. Your family were going to love him anyways. You turn around to face him, your eyes land upon his lips as he was staring you down with love-struck-eyes.

“God you’re distracting me Jisung.” You fully blame him for the way he takes your mind and makes it his home. You can barely focus on Christmas.

“I’m glad.” Jisung proudly tells you as his hands crawl to cup your sides jawline. “Y/n. What would you say if i want to…”

He pauses abruptly making your ears perk up. The butterflies in your stomachs couldn’t be contained and no longer were they only floating in your stomachs, they fill your heart now too. It’s the way he stops to look at you, as if he were rethinking the decisions if he should say what he wants to say. Your intuition is telling you he wants to finally take the relationship to the next level just like you— to finally sleep together. You’ve been waiting for the perfect moment. You weren’t in a rush to lose it with him. You’re both as inexperienced as the other. But perhaps this could be a new awakening for the both of you? Christmas is supposed to be a new beginning for couples. Maybe, this is the perfect time to move into the next chapter of your relationship.

You softly reply back. “Jisung whatever you want to say i will not judge.”

“I know baby.” Jisung says against your head as he plants a kiss on your skulls crown. “I was thinking we could…Y’know maybe do it tonight?”

Your eyes light up as if your prayer was heard from god. You smile. “Really? Are you sure?” He hums. “After seeing your family and you being so happy around them. It made me think maybe we are ready to actually go into that stage of a relationship.”

“And…I do want to marry you in the future.” Jisung cutely mutters quietly though your ears heard every word clearly. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into a warm kiss. “I am dating to marry. I wouldn’t of asked for a better marriage material.”

“Yah! The cookies! Stop flirting in middle of my kitchen!”

A voice brings out a sudden shock from the both of you. An older and feminine striking tone that seems to be scolding you for almost burning the damn house down. Your mother sighs when she sees you push aside Jisung who looks as flustered as a tomato; you bring your mittens back on and grab the scorching tray with nearly burnt Christmas cookies. You sigh nervously.

Jisung whispers awkwardly to you as your mother shakes her head. “Special mittens saved the day.” She can’t believe you guys would makeout in front of the Christmas cookies that aren’t too badly down. Thankfully.

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