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Monster In Hiding - Lee Jeno

pairing : jeno x fem!reader

synopsis : Growing up as an only child, you never shared your toys and always got what you want. This time, the toy that you don't want to share is Lee Jeno.

word count : 6.8K words

content/warnings : stalker au!, drugging, drinking, obsessive beahvoir, cursing, sexual content, fliming sexual activities, etc.

featuring : chaewon (leseraffim), sungchan (riize), giselle (aespa), karina (aespa), haechan (nct), jaemin (nct), mark (nct), namjoon (bts)

You stared at him from a distance. The way his hair fell perfectly into place, the way his lips curled up halfway to form a smirk while talking to his friends, the way his big hands wrapped around the glass containing some type of champagne.

“Yn.” Giselle snaps you from your daze.

“What?” You softly mutter and turn towards her.

“I said your parents are walking over here.” She repeats and nudges her head in the direction of your parents.

“Sweetie.” Your father says while stopping just behind your chair.

“Yes, dad?” You ask with a fake innocent smile plastered.

“It’s almost time to go up on stage, come on.” Your mother says while grabbing your arm to help pull you up.

Your father inherited Starlight, a business that your ancestors started up, after your grandfather died last year. Right now, your family is considered one of the wealthiest families worldwide, which leads to lots of business parties every week.

This time however, your father was announcing his new business partner, Lee Ji-hun. He was the owner and CEO of Tradezen, a wholesale business.

You sweetly smile at your parents before following them to the stage. As you stood there, you ran your hands down the sides of your red skin tight dress and flashed a smile through your pearly white teeth. Your eyes go straight towards his direction.

He was sitting with his friends, laughing about something one of them said. Your father began his speech, going on and on about things that you couldn’t care less about. It wasn’t until he called Mr. Lee over when you started paying attention to his speech.

“Starlight’s newest partner, Tradezen! Mr. Lee, please, come up here and introduce yourself. You bit back a smile watching him slowly walk on the stage. You gently held your hand out to shake his with a big smile on your face.

“Thank you for the introduction, Mr. Ln. Hello, everyone. As you know this will be my last project before my son, Jeno, takes over as the official CEO of Tradezen. I’m so honored to be able to partner up with Starlight and Mr. Ln. Enjoy yourselves!” Mr. Lee says and raises his glass coins everyone to as well before taking a sip.

After finishing, you walked back over to your table with your friends. You quickly sneaked a glance over to him but he was nowhere to be found. Pouting, you sat down with your friends who noticed the look on your face.

“What’s wrong Yn?” Sungchan asks worriedly but you wave him off with a smile.

“My feet just hurt from the heels, nothing to worry about.” You say with a smile prompting Sungchan to return to his conversation with Chaewon.

As the night went on, you grew more and more disappointed when he was nowhere in sight. Having enough, you bid farewell to your friends before walking out and into the limo with your “driver,” Kim Namjoon.

As soon as you sit down in the limo, he hands you several photographs. You take it from him with a smile before observing the photo. The first one shows him and an unknown girl, her pack pressed against the wall while his arms wrapped around her frame, their lips connected.

You scoff amusingly before looking at the next photo. The girl, whom you recognize as Karina, gets into his limo while he holds the door open for her. Smiling, you look at the last photo. Their hands were interlocked as they walked into one of the hotels that his father owns.

Letting out an amused chuckle, you hand the photographs back to Namjoon. However, you keep the one where they’re kissing in your hands while gently running your finger over his face in the photograph.

“Let’s go, Joonie.” You say sweetly, looking out the window.

“Yes, ma’am.” He replies and starts to drive off to your family mansion.

Arriving at the mansion, Namjoon gets out first before opening the door and holding out his arm for you to take. Your hand goes to wrap around his arm before stepping out and inside the mansion.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Joonie. Tell my parents I’m sleeping if they ask for me.” You say and he gently nods at you with a wink before you walk into the secret room that you had built when your parents were in Hong Kong.

You grab the key from around your neck and gently shove it into the door knob before opening it and locking it after. Walking closer to the board, you turn the switch on. The small room is adorned with white walls with nothing but a board, a table, and a chair.

Jeno’s face front and center in the middle of the board. You smile, observing the board. Different photos and articles of him decorate the board with comments in your own handwriting.

You’ve always had a crazy attraction towards the said man. His dashing looks, his body that was sculpted by the gods themselves. Growing up, you always got what you wanted, and Lee Jeno was the thing you wanted right now.

You look at the photo in your hand again before placing it on the table. Ripping a piece of tape, you stick it onto the picture before attaching it onto the board. Looking over, the lists of names catch your attention. Yeeun, Yuna, Bella, Daisy, Ning Ning, Isa, and many more. Smirking, you pull out a permanent marker from the table and start writing the name.

In big black bold letters, ‘KARINA’ stares back up at you. You smile while looking at her name before running your pointer finger across it. Your eyes go back up to his picture in the center and gently, you caress his face. Your lipstick stain kisses all around him.

“Soon, my love.” You say and smirk while placing a soft kiss on the picture.

A bright red mark of your lips appears and you smile. Sitting down on the chair, you observe your masterpiece. Recalling each time you came in here and added every piece onto the board. Photos of him in the park, at his office, outside his window, and even when he’s just sitting in a cafe doing homework.

The articles of him bringing different women home or checking into hotels with mysterious women bring your lips to a smile before you frown. Uncapping your marker, you go to write another comment. ‘Why not me?’

“You can’t hide from me.” You say softly to the picture before switching the light off and walking up the gigantic stairs and into your room to get ready for bed.

It was a cold snowy day, but you didn’t let that stop you from wearing your shortest uniform to school. Instead, you wore black thigh high socks to help keep the breeze away. You paired your brown plaid miniskirt with a white blouse and tied a bow into the collar of it, the print matching your skirt.

Your black uniform jacket hanging off your shoulders, not bothering to button it up. Your makeup was applied perfectly and you decided to tie a white ribbon into a bow in your hair that day.

“Joonie, you can drop me off right here.” You say to him.

“Yes ma’am. Have fun at school Yn.” He says sweetly and you place a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping out of the limo.

You attended a private school for the elite families in South Korea. It was known as the “Golden Star” across all of the high schools in South Korea. Only the wealthiest families sent their students to that school, and others if they were lucky enough to get a scholarship, like Karina.

Limos all piled up in the parking lot, dropping off their masters’ children. You knew Jeno was going to be in the front of the school, waiting for his friends. Putting a shy smile on your face, you walked a little faster hoping to “accidentally” bump into him.

Just as your luck would have it, someone pushes you and you quickly bump into him. His arms go around your waist to help stabilize you. You tuck your chin in and smile before looking up at him.

“I’m sorry, someone accidentally bumped into me.” You say sweetly and he softly smiles at you.

“It’s alright.” He says, letting go of you and dropping down to his knees to pick up your notebook.

You hold back a smirk watching him pick up your notebook while kneeling down. If only he knew what the sight in front of you was offing to you. You softly grab your notebook from him and smile sweetly again, showing off your pearly whites before bidding him farewell and walking to Sungchan and Chaewon.

“Good morning.” You beam towards them and they flash you a smile while Chaewon comes to wrap her arms around you.

“It’s so cold, Yn.” SHe lightly scolds and wraps her arms tighter around your figure.

“It’s alright Chae. We’re going to be inside the whole day anyway since it’s snowing.” You say and she nods while letting go of you.

“We still have some time before first class, should we go grab coffee from the canteen after Giselle gets here?” Sungchan suggests and you nod along with Chaewon.

During lunch, you and your friends sat in the canteen while eating lunch. You were too lost in your thoughts but his name being said makes you perk up.

“I heard Jeno fucks like an animal.” Giselle says and you look over to her.

“How do you know?” You ask while taking a sip of your water.

“Karina. She’s in my psych class and apparently after the party last night, she left with him.” Giselle says with a smirk and you have to bite down on your tongue to keep your mouth shut.

“The things I’d let him do to me.” She continues with a sigh.

“No way! Jamein is definitely more my type.” Chaewon says and looks over at him.

His bright pink hair stood out against his friend group but all you could focus on was his best friend. His black hair was pushed up, showing off his forehead. His white button up was so tight, you could practically see his muscles bulging out, almost as if they were trying to escape from the tight material.

“What about you Yn?” Giselle asks and you turn to look at them before smiling sweetly.

“I don’t know, they’re all handsome.” You say and they both look at you with a raise of their eyebrows.

“What about Haechan? Don’t you sit next to him in English Literature?” Chaewon asks while looking at him.

You nod your head at her and go back to eating your food. Giselle’s words never leave your mind. Fucks like an animal huh? You smirk quickly thinking about it before replacing it with a smile again. The bell rings indicating that lunch is over and you go to throw your trash away.

Bidding farewell to your friends, you walk to English Literature and already see Haechan sitting there. He smiles at you and waves.

“Hi Yn! How’s your day so far?” He asks when you sit down next to him.

“It’s been good Hyuck, how’s yours been?” You ask and take a piece of candy from your bag to give to him.

“It’s been good too. But, it’s a bit cold outside right? Why is your skirt so short?” He replies while unwrapping the piece of candy before shoving it into his mouth.

You couldn’t tell him that you wore it for Jeno so you racked up your brain trying to find an excuse. Noticing your quietness, he nudges your shoulder, pushing for an answer.

“Is it for a boy?” He asks teasingly, leaning his head onto his hand to get a good look at you.

You shyly smile before shaking your head.

“No it’s not. I just couldn’t find the one I normally wear.” You say and he nods his head at your answer.

You exhale softly, proud of yourself for finding a believable lie. You take out your notebook, the same way that dropped when you bumped into Jeno, and begin to take notes as your teacher starts talking about a new topic.

Haechan’s eyes go to your notebook and he squints them, trying to read your plans after school. Unfortunately you turn to the next page and he misses it. He groans softly before writing his own notes.

Once the teacher was done, she gave you guys free time to work on homework due next week. Haechan turns to look at you and you turn to look at him as well.

“Do you have any plans today?” He asks and you shake your head no.

“Probably just going to be studying for exams.” You softly reply.

“Oh, well if you get bored, you should come clubbing with me tonight. A bunch of my friends are going and you can bring your friends too!” Haechan says and you widen your eyes.

Clubbing with his friends, as in clubbing with Jeno. You smile softly and turn to look over at him again.

“I’ll text you if I come.” You say and he smirks.

“We’re going to that new nightclub Mark’s dad opened up. It’s called DREAM.” He says and you smile at him once again.

After school, you got inside the limo and saw Namjoon with a smile.

“Where’s he going?” You ask and Namjoon secretly smiles before handing you a piece of paper.

Opening it up, you read ‘Latte World,’ your favorite coffee shop. Smiling, you place the piece of paper in your backpack and thank him.

“Before I forget…” You say and pull out a band of money.

“Here you go.” You finish and hand it to him who gently shakes his head.

“Yn, I don’t do this for money, I do this because you’re like a sister to me.” He says.

Namjoon has worked for your family since he was young. His father was your father’s driver and the two of them grew to be best friends. Unfortunately, his father died after a drunk driving accident. It crushed your family seeing Namjoon lose his only parent so your father took him in and gave him a job for life.

“Just take it Joonie. You’re risking your life by following him.” You say and put the band of cash in his suit pocket before sitting back down and putting on your seatbelt.

Sitting at the table near Jeno and Karina, you secretly smirk while pretending to look through your notes. Every so often, you glance up at them and see his hands pushing her hair behind her ear, or their laughter mixing together, or the way she touches his bicep.

All of it pisses you off to the core. The jealousy in you bubbling up so high you could almost walk over there and just claim your man. He was yours and only yours. Your hands grip your skirt tightly while you clench your jaw.

You try to focus your attention onto the papers in front of you but you can't. The emotions running too high within you. You softly clear your throat and sit up straight. Noticing that they were both too lost in their own world, you pull out your phone and snap a quick picture of him.

After getting it, you turn down your brightness and bring your phone closer to you. His beautiful eyes that crinkle into crescent moons are what you focus on first. Smiling, you go down to his lips and zoom in. His perfect and kissable lips. They’re so pink and pretty.

Dropping your smile. You shut off your phone and begin packing up your things. Namjoon was waiting for you in the parking lot, full intent on following Jeno when he leaves. Walking up to the black small car, you get in and Namjoon hands you a pair of sunglasses.

“Did you put the air tag on his car?” You ask and Namjoon laughs at your question.

“Of course I did.” He says and you laugh softly.

“He’s not gonna know what hit him.” You say with a smirk.

Another twenty minutes go by before Jeno and Karina are walking out of the coffee shop. You watch as Karina gets into an unknown car. Furrowing your eyebrows, you look at Jeno getting into his car alone.

“Where’s he going?” You ask and Namjoon shakes his head.

“Maybe another girl?” He suggests and you narrow your eyes at his car that starts to pull out from the parking lot.

“Follow him.” You say and Namjoon complies.

Following Jeno's Porsche, you try to see where he’s going but the streets are unfamiliar to you. It’s not until you see two big palm trees that you realize where he's going.

“He better not be going to Giselle’s mansion.” You say out loud with a scowl.

Sure enough, he parks outside her gate and waits for her to come out. Your heart was beating 1000 beats per minute, it felt like it was going to burst. You see her walk out the house in the tiniest dark blue dress you have ever seen.

You scowl and huff out a breath of air.

“That fuckin bitch!” You say out loud and Namjoon chuckles at your outburst.

“Don't worry, we’ll still follow through with the plan.” He says and you nod your head at his words.

Now you really had to go clubbing with them. You had to keep an eye out for your man. Feeling your anger rise, you text in the groupchat with Chewon and Giselels and tell them to meet up at DREAM Nightclub tonight.

You knew that Giselle wasn't going to look at her phone while she was getting dick downed by Jeno but you wanted evidence when you came face to face with her at the club.

You walked in the club hand in hand with Chaewon. You were wearing a black mini dress that showed off your curves perfectly and a pair of black strappy heels. Feeling a sense of confidence, you drag her towards Haechan who smiles brightly at you.

“Yn! You made it!” He yells excitedly and you nod your head.

“Of course!” You yell back and look at Giselle who's standing next to Jeno.

Her eyes widen in surprise and she smiles awkwardly.

“Yn! Chae! What are you guys doing here?” She asks through gritted teeth and you hold back the urge to roll your eyes.

Faking a smile you grab her arm. “Hyuck invited me and said I could invite my friends. I texted in the group chat but you didn’t reply.” You fake a pout.

She chuckles awkwardly. “Oh, I got busy.” She says and you nod your head at her mockingly.

“I’m sure you were.” You say hoping it didn’t come off as condescending.

“Drinks on me!” Mark yells and everyone cheers.

You drop Giselle’s arm and link them with Chaewon before following Mark to drink. Namjoon poured shots for you guys and you downed it before asking for a mixed drink. He hands you your drink and you smirk at him while he does the same.

Throughout the night, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of your best friend and the man who you’ve been obsessed with since the beginning of time. They were dancing together, acting like no one was around. You let out another scoff and took a sip of your 4th drink that night.

Her hips were grinding against his while her hands ran through his hair. You scowled watching them and slurped up the rest of your drink before grabbing Chaewon.

“I don’t feel good.” You lie and she looks at you worriedly.

“Oh no. Are you okay?” She asks while grabbing your arms.

You shake your head no and look at her. “I think I need to go home.” You say and she nods her head.

She interlocks her hands with yours and drags you towards Haechan to bid farewell before walking out of the nightclub. Before walking out, you give a signal to Namjoon who nods his head before going back to make drinks. She walks you to your car before opening it and helping you get inside.

“Feel better Yn.” She says and you smile at her before she shuts the door.

Right as the door closes you sit up and hit your hands against the leather seats.

“I hate her! I hate her!” You scream while hitting the seats even harder.

“She’s such a bitch. She knew what she was doing too.” You say out loud to no one in particular.

Namjoon was still inside pretending to be a bartender. You sighed loudly and waited for him to get in the car. Pulling out your phone, you go to Instagram and see that Giselle posted a picture. You click on it and see that it's a photo of her and Jeno at the club. She was on his lap and smiling so brightly. Angrily, you throw your phone across the limo and clench the bottom of your dress.

“All this work and effort that I put into him and he gives me nothing! Nothing!” You rant to yourself and pull at your hair softly.

Just then the car unlocks and you look out the window. Namjoon was carrying Jeno on his shoulders as he opened the trunk of the car. Smirking, you walk out of the car and pull open the trunk. Namjoon slowly lays Jeno’s unconscious body into the trunk and you smirk at him.

Gently, you caress his cheek before placing a soft kiss on it. Your lipstick transferring onto there.

“Sit tight, my love.” You whisper quietly before closing the truck and walking back into the limo.

“Anything I can get for you sir?” Namjoon asks, looking at Jeno and Giselle.

“Uh, just whiskey on the rocks please.” Jeno replies and he smiles at him.

“Sure thing, son.” He says before turning around to make Jeno’s drink.

Slowly, he pulls out the drug that he managed to get his hands on. He crushes it up silently before slipping the full tab into Jeno’s drink. He slowly stirs the drink making the drug dissolve into smaller pieces.

Satisfied, he hands the drink to Jeno who thanks him before walking off with Giselle back to their table. Namjoon watches as Jeno slowly sips on the drink. He smirks while walking to the bathroom, changing into his suit.

Once he finished, he noticed that Jeno was slumped over the table all alone. He scanned around the room, finding his friends on the dance floor and Giselle dancing with Mark. Smiling, he walks over to Jeno and gently lifts him.

Thankfully the club was so dark that no one even batted an eye at him. He quickly walks through the back door and towards the limo.

“Time to wake up, my love.” Jeno hears and slowly blinks his eyes open.

He tries to move his hands but they’re tied behind his back. He groans and tries to speak but before he could, you place a piece of tape to his mouth.

“Finally.” You say and place yourself on his lap, sitting right on his cock.

“Do you know how long I’ve pined for you, my love?” You ask and gently caress his face in your hands.

Jeno lets a tear slip from his eyes and you coo while wiping it.

“Don’t cry, my love.” You say and gently continue wiping at his eyes.

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” You say and his eyes narrow at yours.

“Don't be upset, my love. I just wanted to be with you. Don’t you know that I love you?” You ask, looking at him with your doe eyes.

“It hurt me so bad when I had to hear about other girls talking about you.” You say and trace his facial features with your finger.

“I was thinking ‘Why not me?’ the whole time.” You get up from his lap and turn his chair around to face the board.

You rip the list of names from the board and walk closer to him. You flip the paper around to show him and his eyes widen.

“Yeeun. She was a bit older wasn’t she?” You ask and tilt your head to the side mockingly.

“Next was Yuna, right? She’s pretty.” You comment walking around in a circle around him.

As you go down the list, you make teasing remarks against each and everyone one of them.

“And finally, Karina.” You say staring into his eyes.

“If I recall correctly, you guys hooked up after my father’s party last week.” You finish and sit down on his lap again.

“Was she good?” You ask and he hardens his gaze at you.

“You don’t want to answer me? Fine.” You say and look him in the eyes.

“She had a lot to say about you though. Said you fucked like an animal.” You confess and start grinding your hips softly against his.

He lets out a soft groan that's muffled and you smirk before stopping.

“Oh! It’s missing something.” You say and get off of his lap.

You grab the marker from before and look at him. “My best friend’s name.” You say and remove the cap from the marker.

You write her name quickly before putting the cap back on the marker. You tape the piece of paper back onto the wall and turn to look at him. You smile at him and then look at the marker. Angrily, you threw the marker at him and it bounced off his chest.

“Have fun sleeping tonight.” You say with a smirk before taking a step away from him.

Before you could get further away from him, his hands went to your waist and pulled you down onto his lap again.

“Jeno!” You exclaim and try to get up from him but he just smirks and holds you against him tighter.

“You should’ve tied these better, baby. I slipped out of them 10 minutes ago.” He says and you widen your eyes.

“Jeno let go of me!” You yell and try to push him off but he holds your hands against his chest, locking them in place.

“What’s wrong baby? You scared? You were so confident earlier.” He teases and tilts his head to the side, mocking you.

“Jeno.” You whine and he hums in amusement bringing his face closer to yours.

“You really think we accidentally bumped into each other?” He asks and you furrow your brows questioningly at him.

“Hyuck, she arrives at school at 7:15 everyday at the North entrance. I need you to bump into her so that she bumps into me.” Jeno says and Hyuck laughs.

“Listen, I know you’re like obsessed with her but just go fuckin talk to her man. You know, like a normal human being.” Haechan says and Jeno glares at him.

“Shut the fuck up and just do what I say.” Jeno growls before pushing Haechan away softly and walking out of his house.

“Giselle huh?” Jeno asks with a smirk, looking over the file.

“Yes. Giselle is her best friend who’s also close to Karina. Now, Karina has a big ass mouth. If you fuck her she’ll for sure tell Giselle who will go running to tell Yn.” Haechan says and Jeno smiles amusingly.

“Perfect.” Jeno says and gets up to walk to the corner of the room.

A shrine exactly like Yn’s was placed there. Her photos and articles spread out everywhere. Jeno admires his artwork with a smile on his face while Hachan shakes his head and leaves.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m coming for you.” He says and traces your face in the photo before smiling again.

Taking the drink from Namjoon, he smirks. He lets go of Giselle and hands his drink to Haechan who only smirks as well. Haechan looks up at the taller boy with a nod and he chuckles amusingly.

“Game on.” Jeno whispers to himself and smirks.

“I kept tabs on you too, baby.” He smirks and your eyes widen in realization.

Jeno orchestrated everything by using Haechan. He planted your desk near Haechan and he planted using Karina and Giselle to make you act out.

“I knew I was obsessed with you, baby. But, you. You’re fuckin crazy. Keeping tabs on all my hook ups and shit. Were you jealous?” He whispers and you stay silent.

This wasn’t what you planned. How the fuck did he even get loose. Instead of him being trapped, you are. You fell right into his fuckin trap just like he wanted. You were terrified of what he might do to you. Never in a million years did you think the sweet man in front of you was able to spew such words from his mouth.

“Namjoon!” You try screaming but Jeno shushes you by bringing his forehead closer to yours.

“He won’t hear you, baby. Hyuck already knocked him out cold.” Jeno says and chuckles at your reaction.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, baby?” He asks and hums when you don't answer.

He bounces his knees up and down, trying to shake an answer out from you. You don't want him to get the satisfaction though, choosing to keep your mouth shut.

He lets go of your hands and wraps them around his neck. He slowly rolls your hips against his and you bite your lip to contain the sounds begging to come out. His hands run up and down your sides and he places his lips on your neck.

“I’ve dreamed of this for so long, baby.” He whispers into your neck and you mewl at his words.

He smirks and pushes up your dress to expose your black lacy panties. He sucks on your neck and starts leaving his mark all over you. You moan and pull at his hair.

“Jeno.” You moan and grip his hair tighter.

He chuckles and pulls away from your neck to look at your blown out eyes. Feeling shy, you shut them but his big hand wraps around your neck and squeezes.

“Look at me, baby.” He growls and you open your eyes at his harsh tone.

He lets go of your neck and brings his hands back to your hips before pushing you off of him. His jeans were damp from how wet you were.

“You’re such a fuckin slut.” He growls and pulls you down to your knees.

“Take my cock out and suck it like the good girl I know you are.” He says and you start to shake from his use of words.

He was being mean and you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

“No.” You softly say and he growls before bringing your face to his.

His fingers hold a death grip on your face and he pushes your cheeks in.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” He questions and you whine from the pain.

“Hurts.” You try to mumble out and he just laughs.

“When I tell you to do something, you fuckin do it, whore.” He says and pushes your face away harshly.

You finally let the tears fall down your cheeks and you try to inhale a deep breath but Jeno was quicker. He grabs your arm and pulls your face to his clothed cock, pushing your cheek against him and holding you there.

You whine out at him and try to push yourself off but he's stronger.

“Jeno, m’ sorry.” You say and he laughs at you again before letting go.

“Need to fuck that nasty mouth of yours.” He says and undoes his jeans before lifting his hips up to slide them off, leaving him in his boxers.

You whine and try to crawl away from him but he grabs your hips and pulls you back to him. You scream when you feel him set you right on top of his aching cock. He rips your dress off your body and sees that you aren’t wearing a bra.

“Fuckin whore.” He spits out and gropes both of your breasts with his hands. You let out the slutiest moan you’ve ever let out and he chuckles at that.

“You’re so resistant but I can feel you practically dripping for me.” He says and brings his fingers to your heat.

He cups it and you let out a moan.

“S’ not for you.” You lie and he smirks.

“Oh really?” He asks cockily before sliding his finger into your panties and ripping them.

Gently rubbing against your heat, you mewl and squirm.

“You’re such a fuckin liar.” He growls out and inserts a finger into you.

“Jeno!” You moan out and he smirks again.

“You think you’re so tough but the moment I fight back you’re back to your innocent self.” He admits and starts thrusting his finger in deeper and faster.

“Jeno! More!” You yell out and he stops his ministrations which makes you whine.

“Beg for it.” He spits out and you shake your head.

“I’ll fucking leave you here dripping wet.” He claims and you shake your head again while crying.

“No, please!” You yell out and hold onto his bicep.

“Please Jeno! I want more, please! Give me more! I’ll be good for you, I promise!” You beg and he smirks before inserting his fingers in again.

He shoves in two more fingers and that has you spasming in his hold. You lean your head in his neck and moan loudly. You could feel the knot in your stomach building up fast.

“Jeno, m’ gonna cum!” You scream and he starts pumping in his fingers deeper.

“Fuckin cum then you whore.” Jeno spits out and you finally release the knot after his degradation.

You breathe heavily against his neck and he slowly slips his fingers out of you. He brings them to his lips and starts sucking on them, getting every little drop of you off his fingers.

“Get on your knees.” He growls and you quickly scramble to do as he says.

He pushes his boxers down and grabs his cock. It was so pretty, long and girthy. You could see every little vein on it and your mouth starts to drool.

“Open up.” He says and you follow his command.

Opening up your mouth, he grabs the base of your neck and sinks his cock into your mouth. Groaning at the feeling of your mouth around him, he pulls you off him before sinking your mouth back down. He was hitting the back of your throat and you felt the urge to gag.

Letting out a gag, Jeno smirks and brings your head even further down on him. He fucks your mouth hard and fast while groaning.

“Nasty ass fucking attitude. I’m gonna fuck that shit out of you.” He says and pushes your head so far down on him your nose was touching his pelvis.

He felt your throat close up around him and the vibrations of your throat as you moaned. That was enough for him to shoot his load into your mouth and he let out a heavy groan.

“Fuckin swallow all of it.” He says and you try your best to swallow his cum but there was so much.

A bit of his cum slips out and runs down his cock and you can't help but watch it. He pulls you off his cock and you cough harshly at the new found freedom. You open up your mouth to show him that you swallowed his cum.

The cum that you didn’t swallow was pooling on the floor and Jeno noticed it. He looks down at it before smirking up at you.

“Clean it up, whore.” He says smugly and you look down in shame before getting on all fours.

Jeno grabs his phone that fell on the floor and opens up his camera. He records you as you lick his cum off the floor. He brings his phone closer to your face and when you notice his phone you gently whine and try to cover your face.

Jeno pries your arms away from your face and smirks.

“Let me see your pretty face, baby.” He says and you shyly look into the camera which causes him to groan.

“You’re so fuckin hot.” He says and lifts your head up to kiss you.

He can taste himself on your lips but he doesn;t care. His tongue pushes past your lips and fights for dominance against yours. You moan into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck.

Jeno opens his eyes and flips the camera around so it’s in selfie mode. He records the both of you kissing while his free hand goes towards your neck. He discreetly squeezes it and you moan loudly into his mouth. He smirks into the kiss before pulling away and brings his phone back around to film your body.

“I fuckin love you.” He says and you smile at his words before sitting on his lap.

“I love you too.” You say shyly and press a quick kiss onto his lips.

He stands up and wraps your legs around his waist. He walks you over to the table and places you on it. Jeno breaks the kiss and places his phone on the table, making sure he gets the both of you in frame.

“Turn around and bend over for me baby.” He says and you comply with his words.

You bend over against the table. The coolness of it pressing up against your front sends shivers down your body. Your cheek was pressed against the table and you drooled, anticipating what was coming next. Jeno lines himself up against your hole and pushes in.

“Jeno!” You scream as you feel him inside you. “S’ too big!” You scream and he chuckles.

“Baby, it’s not even all the way in yet.” He says while gripping your hips in place.

He pushes in further until he’s all the way in and stays still for a moment. After you give him a nod of approval he pulls out before harshly slamming back in.

“Jeno!” You scream and grip onto the edges of the table.

He chuckles and grabs his phone to get a closer look at him going in and out of you. He groans at the sight and smacks your ass leaving his handprint everywhere.

“Jeno, it hurts!” You yell out and he just continues doing it. Smacking your ass until it was red all over while his dick was continuing to thrust inside you.

“Jeno, I’m cumming!” You yell out and cream all over his cock.

He zooms in and watches as your cum slowly falls out and it makes him go even more crazy. He thrusts in faster, harder, and deeper, chasing his own release. When he finally lets go, he finishes inside you and groans.

He slowly pulls out and observes his cum falling out of your tiny hole. He laughs and smacks your ass again making you yelp. He stops the recording and shuts off his phone before wiping you clean with his button up. He turns you around and lifts you up while you cuddle into him.

“Baby, you can’t fall asleep yet. You still need to go pee.” He says softly and you nod your head before letting go of him.

You slowly start collecting your ripped clothing as he puts his briefs on. You wait for him to finish while holding your hand out. He laughs softly and coos at you before intertwining your hands.

You drag him to your room and he sits down on your bed while you go pee. After peeing, you walk to your closet and find a fresh pair of undergarments with an oversized shirt. Quickly slipping it on, you grab one of your dads old sweats from your drawer and give it to Jeno.

He presses a quick kiss to your lips in gratitude before sliding them on and getting into bed with you. His arms wrap around you and he squeezes you tighter.

“I love you, you psycho.” He says and you laugh before kissing his neck softly.

“I love you too.”

The next morning, Giselle woke up and went on Instagram. She clicked on her profile to view the photo she posted of her and Jeno before smiling widely.

She notices that he posted a photo and clicks on it. Her eyes widening when she sees your face plastered with a big smile and a bunch of marks left all over your neck. You were shirtless too because the marks went so far down your chest, your breasts were barely cut off from the photo.

“That’ll teach her.” You said quietly as you looked on Jeno’s instagram. His arms were still wrapped around you and he softly laughed at your words.

“You’re such a monster.” He says and you click your tongue at him.

“Yeah, but you love it.” You say and his hand comes to wrap around your neck to bring your lips to his.

“I do love it, baby.” He whispers before kissing you.

End.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 5 months

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[9:18 pm]

Your eyes were locked on the Christmas movie on the TV, cuddled up under a fluffy, snowflake print blanket. A mug of hot chocolate on the side table to your right and dad!Jaemin on the floor in front of you. Your son was busy banging his toys against the ground before shoving them in his mouth.

"No baby, not in your mouth," you hear Jaemin repeat for the hundredth time.

Your son, responds by blowing an extra wet raspberry in his dad's direction while dropping the toy. He clumsily turns over onto his knees and starts crawling away from his dad.

The stuffed antlers on the hood of his hood wiggle while he crawls away leaving you with a view of a cute reindeer on his bottom. You snort, watching his chubby hands smack against the floor while he quickly moved across the rug to his overflowing basket of toys. A basket of toys that would soon get even more added to the collection when your son opened his Christmas gifts. You made a mental note to go through the pile and get rid of old toys, toys that no longer held your son's interest, and toys that were just plain annoying.

He soon grew bored of the blocks he was chewing on and crawled over to the brightly lit Christmas tree. The lights were sparkling, light bouncing off the ornaments and other sparkly decorations that only grabbed your son's attention more. Ornaments and decorations that you had already had to move two feet up to keep out of his reach.

Your son was smart, he already knew he didn't like how the bristles of the Christmas tree felt against his hand, there were no more ornaments within his reach to pull on, but there was a new addition. A lot of new additions colorfully wrapped and topped off with shiny bows and strings of bright ribbon. Bags filled with vibrant tissue paper and characters plastered on the sides.

Jaemin's eyes turned from the screen to the rustling sound. He sighed deeply, picking up the baby and placing him in front of his toys again, "No touching, Bub."

A few minutes later you heard the sound of paper ripping and a toy talking in the usual peppy, high pitched voice that toys always had, "No, more. Play with your toys."

This time you kept your eyes on your son, watching as he threw a toy across the room toward the tree and crawled after it. "Ah ah ah, little monster. You're in cuddle jail now," you stopped him before he could make it half way. You pulled him onto the couch with you, cradling him in your arms and tucking the blanket in around his small body.

Jaemin laughed as the baby struggled in your hold with whines and his newly acquired skill of fake crying- which sounded a lot like his new fake laughs. The toys were picked up and soon enough your son was cuddled up between both parents, no chance of escape.

"I think it's time for a bottle, so my baby boy can go to sleep. We'll need all the energy we can get for tomorrow," you mutter.

Jaemin agrees, stepping into the kitchen and returning a few minutes later with a bottle. He lays your son in his arms, rocking him back and forth while your son holds his own bottle. Jaemin begins telling him all about Christmas, the breakfast you'll all eat, the presents you'll open together, the cookies you've left out for Santa, and how Santa will bring new toys that your son will love. His voice is a soft coo, a smile on his face with his gentle whispers.

Your son is blinking slowly, no longer drinking the milk in his bottle, head hanging back in his usual position for sleep when a loud, "Alright! We'll play later!", sounds from under the Christmas tree. Your son's eyes snap open as he startles awake. He turns under the tree, slowly and sleepily squirming in Jaemin's hold.

Jaemin shushes him, easing him back to sleep with movements that had been perfected in your son's short 10 months of life. You hold your breath all the while, scared that any little noise will wake him up again. The volume on the TV has already been lowered, you're frozen under the blanket watching Jaemin continue to rock your son to sleep just to be safe.

After a good 10 minutes you release the breath you were holding with an almost inaudible, "We have to return that toy."

"Already ahead of you, love," Jaemin smiles, showing you his phone screen with the receipt for the toy pulled up.

You lean forward to kiss him quickly, your forehead pressed to his, "I'm so lucky to have you."

He smiles brightly at you, a smile that challenges the dazzling lights of the Christmas tree in the corner of your living room, "I'm even more lucky, for both of you."

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fadedncity · 2 years

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talk to my skin

wc: 13.8k…idek how we got here 👩🏽‍🦯

pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

cw: fwb!au, non idol au, college au, friends to lovers (?), soft(dom)!jaem, alcohol consumption, use of marijuana, mentions of bad hookups, mentions of fake orgasms, teasing, fingering, biting, oral sex (giving/receiving), crying, semi public/car sex, mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink (!!), spitting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex while under the influence, mentions of other idols, porn with too much plot

song rec: talk to my skin by stalgia | need to know by doja cat

part two

FRIDAY

"Come on, it's not even that funny," Rina whined.

"Yes, it kinda is," Haechan says while still laughing.

"You really think so?" Rina asks you, who's laughing too hard, trying to catch your breath as you nod at her.

"Okay," she calmly said, "Never have I ever been with a guy who couldn't make me cum."

The laughing stopped, and you snapped your head up, shooting daggers at your best friend.

"Bitch.." you narrowed your eyes.

"Go on. Bottoms up," Rina grinned, handing you the bottle of vodka.

"There's no way you're serious," Renjun said.

You ignored all the shocked looks on the faces around you and down the shot. The alcohol burned as it poured down your throat, not dulling the embarrassment you felt enough for your liking.

"Are you kidding?" Haechan asks, watching you take the shot as a penalty in this game of never have I ever.

Why is it always never have I fucking ever?

"No, I'm lying for shits and giggles," you said sarcastically.

"Who was it?" Jisung asked.

"Kinda all of them?" you answered.

"Even Mike?" Ningning asked.

"Yup."

"I thought you said he had a big dick," Eunji cut in.

"Doesn't mean he knows how to use it," you said. The room erupted into laughter.

"But what about that party a few weeks ago. Everyone heard you two fucking," Chenle reminds you, making you relive the embarrassment.

"And it sounded like it was good to me," Kali added before drunk-giggling to herself.

You shrug, "Faking it is an art only few can master," you say.

"Damn, some actress you are. I know for a fact half the party went home bricked up that night," Yangyang said, sending Kali and Meera into a fit of laughter.

"Thank you," you proudly smile.

You find your eyes drifting to the corner that has been relatively quiet for the past few minutes. Jaemin's eyes were already on you. He sends you a soft smile which you return sheepishly before refocusing on the game you were supposed to be playing.

The next few rounds consisted of Haechan trying the most to get Jisung out, which resulted in the younger firing back with multiple shots. The game was finally over after Haechan took his third shot of Fireball and stumbled off to the bathroom only seconds later.

"Are you sure you're okay?" you ask Haechan again.

"Yeah, the room isn't spinning as much anymore," he says, laying his head in Meera's lap while still on the bathroom floor.

"Do you still wanna smoke?" you ask.

"You know I would, but I can't even get up right now. Just go without me," Haechan waved his arm.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," he sighed.

"Alright, but I don't wanna hear you tomorrow crying, I can't believe you smoked without me," you whined, imitating his voice.

"Shut up," he attempted to hit you with an empty water bottle.

"I'll match you tomorrow," you told Haechan.

"Deal."

You tucked the freshly rolled joint behind your ear, looking for a jacket to throw on real quick. Some of your friends, still sitting in the living room, were now sitting in front of the tv.

"This is so fucked up. My controller is broken," you heard Yangyang complain.

"No, you're just bad," Ningning laughed. You didn't even have to look at the screen to know Ningning was winning whatever game they were playing.

Their banter faded into the background as you entered the kitchen.

"You leaving?" Rina asked.

you shake your head, no, "Just going to smoke real quick."

"Don't take too long."

"Don't tell me what to do," you playfully scoff, looking back to see her flipping you off on your way out the door.

You took a seat on the backdoor steps, hugging the jacket around you tighter. You didn't even know who it belonged to when you grabbed it, but you can tell by the signature black lighter in the front pocket it belongs to Jisung. Bless him for always being prepared.

It was a bit of a struggle to light the end because of the slight breeze in the air, but you managed. Just as you took a hit, you heard the door opening and closing behind you. You turn around to see Jaemin, a drink in his hand.

"You mind if I join you?" he asks.

Joint still between your lips, you nod, patting the spot next to you. Jaemin sits, and you pass the joint to him, already feeling the airiness in your limbs. After his second hit, he broke the silence and asked,

"Has no guy ever really made you cum?"

"Oh my god," you groan, covering your face, "I'm gonna kill Rina," you mumble, and he laughs.

"There's just no way you've just been that unlucky."

"You're telling me."

"So, like you've never had an orgasm?" he asks, passing the joint back to you.

"No. I am more than capable of doing things myself," you pause to take a drag, "Guys are just incompetent and never think of anyone but themselves," you say, a bit of malice in your tone.

As you said before, you are more than qualified to get the job done yourself, but it gets tiring, and I'm pretty sure your trusty vibrator would appreciate a break.

"That's because you've been sleeping with the wrong ones," Jaemin said, taking the joint back from you.

"Yeah. Well, you wanna point me in the direction of the right ones?" you scoffed.

Jaemin turned your head to look at him as he wore a grin on his face.

"What?" you laugh at the look on his face.

"You wouldn't have to go looking too far when there's one right here."

"You?" you ask, and he nods, "Jaemin.." you wanted to bust out and laugh because there's no way he's not fucking with you right now.

But his face doesn't change, and it's starting to seem like he isn't joking.

"You're serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asks, and you notice the space between you is beginning to close. "You're hot, smart, funny. You can outdrink and out smoke almost anyone I know," he says, making you laugh, "And, what kind of friend would that make me if I didn't help you out during a time of need."

"This isn't something I need. I've been doing just fine on my own without it."

"How could you say that if you don't really know what you're missing out on?" Jaemin asks. You feel his breath fanning across your face, telling you how close the two of you are right now.

Your mind wandered back to the things you've been told about him. What you've heard from friends of friends about Jaemin was enough to say you were at least curious about what he had to offer.

"Like what?"

"All the things I can do to make you feel good," Jaemin flicked his eyes down to your lips, "The things I could teach you," his lips brushed past yours and started tracing your jaw, "The ways I could make you scream—Really scream," he said those last words in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, and goosebumps rose over your skin.

You just hope he doesn't notice you subtly pressing your thighs together, listening to him. And if he did he didn't say anything about it.

You gnawed on your bottom lip, thinking about Jaemin's offer. He could tell you were weighing the choices in your head, suddenly feeling under pressure.

"Look," Jaemin started, "I don't need an answer now, but just think about it?"

"Okay," you answered.

He got up from the step, leaving you there, your mind still reeling from everything that just happened in the last few minutes.

"You coming?" Jaemin asks you.

"Yeah," you break out of your thoughts and stand up, following him back into the house.

. . .

You've been trying to fall asleep for the last hour and a half. But even with Kali loudly snoring in your ear, nothing could drown out the thoughts running rampant in your head.

When trying to distract yourself on your phone wasn't enough, you decided to go stretch your legs and grab something from the kitchen.

You quietly slipped out of bed, trying not to wake the two girls sleeping next to you. Tiptoeing your way down the hallway towards the kitchen, you could hear the soft snores of the boys sleeping in the living room. After carefully stepping over their dormant bodies laid out all over the floor, you make it to the kitchen and almost jump out of your skin when you find Jaemin still awake, not expecting anyone else to be up.

He blankly stared at you with a spoon full of ice cream between his fingers before you broke the silence.

"Meera's gonna kill you," you say, joining him.

"I'll replace it tomorrow morning before she wakes," he says, "Just promise not to snitch."

"I'll think about it," you said, narrowing your eyes at Jaemin before snatching the spoon from him and taking a scoop for yourself.

"I thought about it," you said.

"Thank you. You can't gamble with a man's life like that," he clasped his hands together.

"No," you laughed, "About what you said earlier," you avoided his eyes, sliding the tub of half-eaten ice cream back over to him.

"Yeah?" Jaemin asked, and you nodded. "And?"

"If we do this, you gotta promise things won't get weird."

"Things won't get weird," he simply said.

"How do you know?"

"Because I just do," he smiles at you before putting the ice cream away. "But I have one condition," he says before coming back over to you and placing his hands on your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

"If I'm gonna help you, you're gonna help me too," the corners of his lips twitched. You didn't even know what he was gonna ask you, but if he kept looking at you like that, you would gladly give him anything. "I need you to tell me what you want. Because as much fun as it would be to take my time exploring your body and finding all those things myself, I just wanna help you feel good, angel."

If Jaemin didn't have you sandwiched between the counter and his body, your knees would have given out from the way his pet name for you just rolled off his tongue.

Anything you were supposed to say next left your mind as Jaemin's eyes flickered down to your lips.

"Can you do that for me?" Jaemin asks.

"Uh-huh," you nod.

"I need words, baby," he smiled, noticing the effect his words had on you.

"Yes, Jaemin."

"Good. Come over tomorrow. And wear something as sexy as this," Jaemin half-joked, lightly squeezing your ass.

You remove his hand just as you hear footsteps coming into the room.

"What are you two doing up?" Meera asks, coming into the kitchen to grab a water bottle.

"Nothing. We were just heading back to bed," Jaemin answered.

"Right. Goodnight," you zipped past her, out the kitchen.

Jaemin was right behind you before the two of you heard, "Who the fuck ate my ice cream?"

"Shit," Jaemin muttered.

SATURDAY

You ignored the slight dampness of your palms and your heart hammering against your ribs as you waited for Jaemin. You heard shuffling from inside his house before the door swung open.

"You listened." Jaemin's eyes wandered down your body, "Good girl," he called you, and you tried not to audibly whimper at his words as he invited you into the house.

You heard Jaemin ask if he could get you anything, but as your eyes roamed the expanse of his broad shoulders, your mind got lost elsewhere. His shirt clung to his body as if it shrunk in the wash, seeing the defined muscles in his back and arms while the sweatpants he wore hung low on his hips.

Fuck, he looks good-

"Huh?" you snap out of your thoughts when you finally hear Jaemin calling your name.

"What?" he asks with a grin, fully aware you were checking him out just now.

"Nothing," you answer as you sit on the couch next to him

"What?" he asks again. This time, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

Instead of answering him, your eyes fell to his lips. Thinking about what it would be like to feel his lips against yours, the things he would say to you, the noises he would make.

But to Jaemin, your silence meant you were seconding guessing this entire thing.

"You know, we really don't have to-"

"I want to," the corners of your mouth curl up.

A smile quickly stretches across Jaemin's face at your confirmation.

"The boys won't be back until later," he softly squeezed your knee, "We should have more than enough time." Jaemin couldn't resist the urge to trace his nose up the column of your throat, letting your sweet scent flood his senses. "So, tell me," Jaemin started, "Why couldn't those other guys make you cum?"

Internally cringing as the memories rush back, you roll your eyes, "You're my sex therapist now?"

"I'm serious, y/n. I can't help you if you don't tell me."

You wish the couch would swallow you instead.

You sigh, "I don't know. Maybe something's wrong with me," you joke, "Some of them really didn't know what they were doing. But with the others, I don't know. I just could never get there." you continue staring at your lap.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with you," Jaemin says, sliding his hand up from your knee, squeezing your thigh softly. "I just think you've never been with anyone who could properly take care of you." his nose brushed yours. "Good thing, I'm right here, angel," he grinned.

Your eyes flicker down to his lips again, wanting so badly to kiss them.

"But I won't do anything unless you tell me to," his voice cuts through your thoughts.

"Kiss me," you breathe out. Jaemin closes the space between you, kissing you. His lips were soft against yours, the faint taste of Redbull still lingering on his lips.

"You wear this for me?" Jaemin licks his lips, savoring the taste of your artificial cherry-flavored lipgloss staining his lips.

"Maybe," you smile, kissing him again.

"I can't wait to get a real taste of you," he said, his words making your stomach flip.

You wrinkle the fabric of his shirt between your fingers, pulling him back in and connecting your lips once again.

Your hands found their way into his hair while Jaemin pulls you into his lap to straddle him, and you deepen the kiss. Your thumbs caress his cheeks, and his hands squeeze your hips.

You place your hands on his shoulders, moving down to his biceps. And it intimidates you a bit, feeling his muscles practically bulging through his shirt.

When the fuck did he start working out so much?

Your lips mold together perfectly as you move your hands, softly threading the short hairs at the nape of his neck between your fingers.

Jaemin's lips leave yours to trail kisses down your jaw. You carded your fingers through his hair as he kissed your neck. He could feel the low rumble bubbling in your throat, starting to suck on your skin. His lips find the sweet spot below your ear, making you moan. You feel him hum against your throat, doing it again to make you whimper.

"Jaem.."

"This okay?" he asks, tracing the tip of his tongue along your collarbone.

"More than."

"Want me to keep going?" he asks.

"Please."

Jaemin barely took his lips off yours as the two of you made your way to his room. After hearing the soft click of his bedroom door closing, you could suddenly hear how loud your heart was beating in your ears.

Jaemin moves his lips back down to your neck, kissing the skin his lips haven't touched yet.

"Jaemin, please," you mewl when he runs his tongue across your skin.

"What is it, angel? Tell me what you want," he holds your jaw, getting you to look at him.

"I don't wanna think. I just want you to make me feel good."

Jaemin can hear the desperation in your voice and see the lust swimming around your irises as you slip into this headspace.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Jaemin softly caresses your cheek, "Nana will take good care of you." You practically melt at his words. "Get on the bed," he tells you.

Your body moves without thinking, and you sit down on his bed. Jaemin smiles at how compliant you are.

"You gonna be a good girl for me, angel?"

You whimpered, pressing your thighs together. And Jaemin noticed your not-so-subtle way of relieving the pressure between your legs.

"You wanna be good for me, don't you?" you laid down as he crawled on top of you.

"Yes."

"That's what I like to hear." he smiles against your lips.

Your tongues tangled with one another's, your hands touching him in all the places you could reach. You felt Jaemin begin to pull away but catch his bottom lip between your teeth. He groans as he pulls away before going back in and letting you do it again.

One of his legs slides between yours, and you roll your hips against his thigh. He firmly presses the muscle into your core, making you moan around his tongue.

"You sound so pretty like this," Jaemin murmurs.

You felt his fingers wander down to your legs, reaching the hem of your dress and sliding it up your thighs. Jaemin slips his hand between your legs, his fingers finding the growing wet spot on your panties. You hear a low groan from his throat when he feels how wet you are and starts petting your clothed clit.

"That feels good," You mewl, rolling your hips into his hand to try and get more than what he was giving. Jaemin was just enjoying hearing you whine and watching you squirm too much.

Jaemin hooked his fingers in the band on your underwear, silently telling you to lift your hips for him to tear them down your legs and toss them onto the floor. Jaemin runs his fingers through your slick, slowly rubbing your clit. He hums when he sees his fingers glistening with your arousal.

"Jaemin," you whine.

He smiles before bringing his hand back to where you need him.

"What is it, angel?" he continues using feather-light touches to pet your clit. "Already so eager for my fingers."

"I'm so fucking wet..please," you wrapped your fingers around his wrist.

"Shh, it's okay," he watched as your face twisted up in pleasure from one of his fingers, teasing your hole, slowly pushing into your pussy.

You moan, already feeling just one of his fingers reaching places you know your own fingers can't.

"You're so fucking tight, sweetheart. How long has it been since you've been properly fucked?"

"Too long."

You grab onto his shoulder, feeling your walls stretch to fit around his digits.

"Jaemin, that feels so good," you tell him.

"You're taking my fingers so well, princess," the pace he was pumping his fingers in and out of you started to pick up, and you were starting to find it hard to stay still.

Jaemin kissed your lips, swallowing your moans as he expertly scissored his fingers against your walls. You found yourself growing wetter as he sucked on your tongue. You could hear the squelching from between your legs getting louder. If you weren't so lost in the euphoria of Jaemin fucking you with his fingers, you'd be embarrassed.

You started rolling your hips into his hand, that knot in your stomach getting tighter, and Jaemin could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers.

"You close, sweetheart?"

You whimpered and turned away from him. The thing was, you were. You can't possibly remember the last time someone made you feel this good. You were just right on edge, but the knot in your stomach remained tied.

You were embarrassed, to say the least. With Jaemin doing everything right, maybe there was something wrong with you.

"Don't you even think about faking it," Jaemin said in your ear. It was like he heard your thoughts, "I don't care if we spend hours doing this. You're gonna cum for me." You shudder at his words.

"Jaemin, I c-can't," you whined.

"Yes, you can, angel. Look at me," you blink your vision to refocus on the man above you, "Don't think, baby, just feel," he said before adding a third finger.

Your jaw fell slack, and your eyes shut from the stretch of Jaemin's fingers against your walls and pressed his thumb to your clit.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he muttered against your skin, kissing your neck again.

"God, fuck y-yes..s-so good."

Jaemin's eyes followed his fingers, slowly pushing in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back, and you tried to raise your hips against his hand. "You wanna cum, sweetheart?"

"Yes," you pant.

"Come on, angel. Cum all over my fingers. I know you want to."

Expertly curling the tips of his fingers against that spongy spot inside of you, you dug your nails into his skin, and your eyes rolled into your head. His fingers were knuckle deep inside you, the heel of his palm rubbing your clit, making your toes curl. All that could be heard were your moans and the noises between your legs as Jaemin feverishly finger fucked you.

"Jaem, I-I-"

"Cum for me."

It was like a dam broke as euphoria flooded your veins. Your legs closed around Jaemin's hand, his fingers still moving as your walls pulsed around them.

"That's it, baby. Such a good girl for me," Jaemin kissed your cheek.

Your legs started twitching from overstimulation as Jaemin took his fingers out of you.

"See," he examines his fingers, "There's nothing wrong with you," he grins, watching the string of your cum hang from his fingers.

You kissed him, cradling the back of his head. Jaemin smiled against your lips and grabbed your face to deepen the kiss. Jaemin felt your hands slip under his shirt, beginning to reach for his sweatpants before stopping you.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks, seeing how dark your eyes had gotten with desire.

"Returning the favor," you answer.

"This is no favor. The pleasure's all mine," Jaemin kissed you, "And this is about you, remember."

"But-"

"But nothing," he pinned your hands to the bed beside your head. You were practically gushing with arousal at this point, "Just let me take care of you, sweetheart," he ghosted his lips over yours.

You were ready to let him do anything he wanted to do, getting lost in this headspace. But all you could do now was slowly nod your head and say, "Okay."

"Good," he pecked your lips one last time.

Jaemin had his hands on your thighs, beginning to push the skirt of your cute little summer dress up to your hips. He settles on his knees between your legs, starting to kiss your thighs as he places your legs over his shoulders.

"So, so pretty," Jaemin mumbled, unable to take his eyes away from your pussy, inches away from his face.

He took two of his fingers and parted your lips, revealing your clit, still throbbing from your last orgasm. You mewled, feeling his breath fanning over your soaking cunt.

Jaemin flattened his tongue and licked a stripe up your slit without warning. You moaned, resting your hand on his head as he held your legs apart.

"You taste as good as you look, baby," Jaemin flickered his eyes up to look at you, "So fucking good," he hummed before delving back in.

You tightened your hold on his hair when he took your clit between his lips, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips lifted off the bed, rolling against Jaemin's face, whimpering when he lays his forearm across your stomach to keep you from squirming.

He laughs against your skin when he hears your whines, moving his tongue down to your hole, teasingly circling your entrance. Jaemin moaned, feeling your juices dripping onto his tongue. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face before pushing his tongue inside you.

"Ahh, Jaemin," you moaned, tugging on his hair. The vibrations from his mouth had you gasping and your thighs twitching. Your legs threatened to shut around Jaemin's head, causing his blunt fingernails to dig into the soft flesh of your thighs as he kept them apart. It was as if you were a five-course meal for a man who's been starved for days, the fervor Jaemin was eating you out with.

Jaemin buried his face into your pussy, moving his tongue languidly against your walls.

"Mmh, Jaemin, just like that." you moan.

"You like that?"

"So fucking much."

"You gonna cum on my tongue? Let me taste how sweet you are?" you whimpered as he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Yes! Jaemin, please-"

Jaemin put his mouth back on you, sticking out his tongue while moving his head side to side.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck don't s-stop," your back arched away from the mattress.

You were squirming, bucking your hips against his face. You knew there would be finger-shaped bruises on your skin tomorrow morning from how hard he's trying to keep you still. But you just can't stop because it feels so good.

"Jaemin-fuck! You're gonna make me cum."

The room was filled with your shallow breaths and the obscene sound of Jaemin fucking you with his tongue. He could feel your walls clenching around the wet muscle, nuzzling his nose into your clit.

You clamped your legs shut around Jaemin's head when you came. But no matter how much your thighs shook or how hard you pulled at his roots, Jaemin continued to lap up your juices.

"Jaemin, please, it's too much," you whined.

"You can give me one more, can't you, angel?" he looked at you sincerely. If you really wanted to stop now, he was giving you the chance to say so. But you slowly nodded your head at him.

"Words, sweetheart," he reminds you.

"Yes, Jaemin," your breath hitched when he dragged his bottom lip against your clit.

"That's my good girl," he kissed your clit.

Jaemin slipped two fingers into your heat while wrapping his lips around your clit. He scissored the two digits against your velvety walls, and your brows furrowed from the intense amount of pleasure you were feeling.

Your voice was growing hoarse from all the noise you were making.

You didn't even have time to warn Jaemin before you were cumming all over his fingers again. You cried, tears falling from your eyes as your third orgasm racked through you. Jaemin continued to lap up your cum until he was sure he hadn't let a single drop go to waste before coming up from between your legs.

You whimpered, watching Jaemin lick his fingers and lips clean of your essence while the rest of it covered half his face.

Jaemin noticed the wetness on your cheeks and pulled you into his arms. He softly wiped away a stray tear, pressing kisses to your wet cheeks before kissing your lips.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded your head, not having much faith in your voice from the overwhelming flood of emotions you're feeling right now. You think you must look crazy right now, crying after Jaemin gave you the best orgasms of your life. But you've never been with anyone who made you feel so cared for and safe as you do with Jaemin right now.

"It's okay, baby, you're okay," he caressed your hair as you buried your face in his neck.

In the comfort and security of Jaemin's arms, your lids start to flutter shut.

As much as Jaemin didn't want to, he stopped rubbing your back and untangled himself from your arms.

"I'll be right back. Just stay here," Jaemin whispers to you, leaving you with a kiss on your cheek.

You were too tired to protest anymore and curled yourself against his pillows, getting comfortable. The last thing you heard was the soft click of his bathroom door closing before you drifted off to sleep.

THURSDAY

Jaemin seemed to keep up his end of the deal. The two of you gravitated more towards each other rather than drift apart like you thought you would.

"Fuck, Jaem! Please don't s-stop," you whine.

When you agreed to this, you weren't sure whether it was a one-time thing or not.

"You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" Jaemin asked; his nose, mouth, and chin were wet with your juices.

Yet, here you are in the back of Jaemin's car with his head between your thighs again.

"Yes," you arch your back and dig your nails in the leather seats.

You were grateful he had window tints because it was relatively still bright out, and even though you're parked in a spot with decent cover, anyone walking by too close would know what's going on.

"Please, Jaemin. That feels so good," you rest your hand on his head, tangling your fingers in his ash brown hair.

Jaemin wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face and keeping your legs from crushing his head.

You went silent, and Jaemin lifted his head when you both heard the sound of your phone ringing.

Throwing your clothes out of the way, you and Jaemin look for your phone under the seats.

"It's Eunji." you pick up your phone.

"Answer it." Jaemin tells you.

"Hello?"

"You guys coming?" Eunji asks.

"Yeah, we just got here. We-" your words were cut off by a gasp when Jaemin attached his lips to your clit.

"Keep talking," he smirks.

"You okay?" Eunji asks.

"Y-Yeah, Jaemin just hit the curb," you said, tightly curling your fingers around his hair to keep yourself from making any noise as Jaemin continued to tease you.

"Of course, he did," she said. You weren't listening to anything else she said, too focused on Jaemin's tongue swirling around your clit, sucking and flicking the sensitive nub.

"Yeah, we'll be there in a few," you said before hanging up and dropping your phone back onto the floor. "I can't stand you," you huff, looking down at Jaemin.

"Good thing I prefer you laying down then," he grinned before flattening his tongue against your slit.

"Yes, yes. M'gonna cum," you warned.

Jaemin only moaned into your pussy as you bucked your hips against his face. The vibration from his mouth caused your vision to go black and your muscles to tense up.

"Such a good girl," he kissed your thighs, "Cumming for me so well," he murmured against your skin.

Jaemin slides back onto the seat next to you, pulling you in and kissing you.

Another hum from your phone breaks the two of you away.

[3:13 PM] eunji: WYA!

"Come on, Eunji's getting impatient," you say before slipping your jeans back on.

. . .

"Big Bird would definitely win in a fight against Thanos."

You hadn't been paying attention to whatever conversation Yangyang, Haechan, and Eunji were having. Jaemin had slid his fries between the two of you, silently sharing with you so he wouldn't have to hear Hyuck's mouth about him never sharing his food.

"You guys going to the party tomorrow?" Jaemin asks.

"Yeah, probably. You?"

"I'll go if you go. If not, there's always other things we can do to occupy our time," Jaemin said suggestively.

The corners of your lips twitch at his implication. Your mind was already wandering back to the twenty minutes before you two met up with your friends.

But your thoughts were interrupted by someone calling your name as they approached your table.

"Oh, hey, Dawon," you smiled at your classmate as he stood in front of you.

"I just wanted to say thanks for sending me the notes again yesterday." Dawon said.

"Of course, it was no problem," you say.

"And we're still on for tomorrow?" Dawon asks.

"Yeah."

"Great. I'll see you later." Dawon smiled at you and winked before walking away.

When he left, you looked around at all the eyes on you.

"What?" you ask.

"What's going on tomorrow?" Eunji asks.

"Nothing. Dawon just asked to link me tomorrow, sometime before the party," you answer, but don't miss the look your roommate was giving you. "Don't give me that look. We're not even gonna do anything," you say, and the other three back off.

"Does he know that?" Jaemin asks.

"Is there something you know that I should?" you ask.

Jaemin shrugs, "I mean, I don't know him personally..."

"But you know something," you narrow your eyes at him.

"Just that his body count is higher than points he's scored all season."

You laugh, "You afraid he's a bigger whore than you?" you tease.

Jaemin dramatically gasps, "I am not a whore."

"So, you're just good at doing the things you do from research?"

"Yeah. Very hands-on research," he says, sliding his hand higher up your thigh.

"What do you think is going on with those two?" Haechan whispers to Eunji and Yangyang.

"Fuck if I know. You know they're always in their own little world together," Yangyang went back to eating his food.

FRIDAY

"What are you doing here?" Eunji asks, coming into your room, Rina following behind her.

"I live here?" you answer.

"I mean, aren't you supposed to be on a date with Dawon?"

"First, it wasn't a date," you quickly clarify, "Second, Dawon canceled. Basketball practice or something," you mumbled.

They made themselves comfortable on your bed like their own rooms weren't just across the hall.

"That dick apologize for bailing?" Rina asks when she sees you smile at your phone.

"No, it was just Jaemin," you say.

Rina and Eunji share a look with one another.

"You two have been awfully close lately," Eunji says.

"We're friends?"

"You sure, just friends?" Rina asks.

"If there's something you wanna ask, just ask."

"Did you two fuck?" she asks.

"Rina!" you looked at the two girls, awaiting your answer, "No, we didn't."

"So you two aren't hooking up?"

"No," you say, "...Well, I mean, technically-"

"No fucking way. You and Jaemin?"

"Are you serious?? And you didn't fucking tell me!?"

"Was it good? I know it had to be good. Jaemin definitely looks like he knows what he's doing. Whew, I know his dick is big-"

"Wait, no. Start from the beginning, I wanna know everything. When'd this start?"

The two of them finally stopped talking over one another to listen to you.

"Last Friday after you opened your big mouth," you pointed at Rina, "Jaemin kinda just offered."

"You're welcome, then," Rina smiled proudly to herself.

"He told me to come over Saturday-" you start before being interrupted again.

"Wait, this happened Saturday?"

"And you kept quiet this entire time?"

"Was I supposed to come home with Jaemin made me cum so hard I cried on a t-shirt?"

"You cried?" Rina asked.

"I was having a moment."

"It was that good?" Eunji asked.

"He made me cum three times," you answered.

The both of them gasp in unison.

"And he didn't fuck you?" Eunji asks. You shook your head no. "You didn't at least..you know," Eunji started making vulgar hand motions. And you shook your head, no, again.

"Even when I tried he didn't let me. Jaemin didn't really let me do anything. He just wanted to take care of me and make me feel good. And it was really fucking good."

"...So, then why are you talking to Dawon?"

you sigh, "We're not even talking. Dawon offered to make it up to me after I sent him the notes from class he missed."

"Yeah, and how does he plan on doing that?" you're asked.

You shrug.

"Don't lead the poor boy on."

"I'm not. I'm just being nice."

"That's a first," Rina mumbled.

"So, then are you and Jaemin a thing now?"

"No," you say at first, "I don't know. It's just...I don't know."

"What?"

"Usually, I wouldn't mind, but he never asks for anything. Never even a hint. And he just cares and pays attention so much, it makes me want him even more. But every time I try to do something, he brushes it off and doesn't let me do anything for him."

"And that's a bad thing, cause..."

"Because I fucking want to. But it just feels like Jaemin doesn't want me."

"He offered to do this for you without expecting anything in return. He doesn't wanna feel like he pressured you into anything."

You groan, rolling over and burying your face into the pillows.

He's so hot and respectful; it fuels your want for him even more.

"You should just tell him what you want. Tonight. At the party," Rina's eyes sparkle as she runs out of the room. Gone for only a few seconds, she comes back with a dress she snagged from her closet with a grin stretching across her face, "In this."

. . .

"Are you sure this doesn't make me look ridiculous?"

"Hell no, you look hot. No question about it," Eunji said, shooting down any doubt you were starting to have about this outfit.

"Thanks, babe," you smiled, smoothing out your dress as you followed behind your friends into the house.

By the time you three arrived, the party was already in full swing. The bass from the speakers shook the entire house that apparently still wasn't big enough. You're surprised the neighbors haven't called the cops yet about all the drunk college students crowding the street.

You first found Haechan, Meera, and Yangyang in the kitchen mixing whatever drinks were on the counter.

"Here, try this." Yangyang handed you a cup.

You gave him a questionable look, glancing at the contents in the red solo. You timidly took a sip, letting the concoction pour down your throat. You wince at the burning sensation going down to your stomach, coughing when you finish swallowing.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Whiskey, redbull, and grape juice." you almost gag at his answer.

"Everyone else is out back." you hear Haechan yell over the music. Rina tugged you by your hand out of the kitchen, leading you through the house to the backyard.

You were hit with a puff of smoke just as you got outside, the smell of artificial mango strawberry clouding your senses.

Ningning threw her arms around you, slurring something along the lines of, "you look fucking hot."

The more you heard it, the more you started to feel it.

Jaemin's eyes seemed to be unable to tear themselves away from your figure. Not with the way the dress Rina gave you hugged your curves.

When your eyes meet his, you already see him looking at you. Jaemin's shameless about being seen, never taking his eyes away from you. Only smiling when you caught him. He can't help his eyes wandering down the rest of your body as you strode over to him.

"Hi." you sit down on the couch next to Jaemin.

"Hi." he continues rolling the unfinished blunt between his fingers. "You look good." Jaemin can't stop eyeing your bare legs, thinking about how much he wants them wrapped around his head again.

"Thank you."

"You're not gonna tell me how good you think I look?"

None of the thoughts that came to mind were ones you should be having in a public setting.

"You don't wanna know what I'm thinking."

"Why's that?" he raised an eyebrow, sealing the backwood shut.

You look away from him with a laugh, trying not to give too much of yourself away already. You don't know how you're expected to tell this man you want him to rearrange your spine six ways into Sunday if you can't even look him in the eye during a relatively normal conversation.

"Fine, don't tell me," he sat back against the couch.

You watched as he sparked the blunt. Thick clouds of smoke enter Jaemin's lungs, and you see his body relax as he expels the smoke through his nose.

His hooded eyes meet yours as he takes another hit. The corners of his lips curl up when he has an idea. Jaemin moved closer, and you stayed still, letting the space between you disappear. He tilts your jaw up towards him before blowing smoke into your mouth.

You ignore your friends snickering behind you, who, of course, noticed what was going on between you two.

Jaemin passes the blunt to you, watching you take a drag. As smoke fills your lungs, you let your eyes close and hold your breath for a second.

After another long pull, you pass it to Chenle, who wasn't very happy about you jumping in front of him in the rotation. But you know, once he gets the spliff, he won't be so mad anymore.

"Your friend's been looking for you," Jaemin said.

"Who?" you don't have half a mind to think of who he could be talking about.

"The baseball player from your psych class."

"You mean the basketball player from econ?" you corrected.

"Yeah, him," he waved off, "Came and asked me if you were coming."

"Don't tell me he's upstairs crying somewhere."

"What do you take me for? I'm not that mean," Jaemin side-eyed you, "But I don't like him."

"Well, that's too bad. I don't need your approval."

"That's true. But you'd just be wasting your time."

"How so?"

"You really think he'd be able to make you feel as good as I can?" Jaemin asked with a grin.

"You sound very sure of that," you tease.

"I know twenty six hours may seem like a long time ago, baby. But maybe I need to remind you how easily I can have you shaking and crying just from my fingers and tongue," he said lowly enough, only you could hear, not like anyone else was paying attention anyway.

You know he's right, but you can't stroke his ego right now.

"What makes you so sure that he can't give me what I want or more?"

"Because I just do. Dawon wouldn't know what to do with you. He wouldn't know how to touch you like I do. Or how to make you scream like I can."

Jaemin's words had your skin burning with arousal, your panties definitely ruined by now.

Jaemin knew what he was doing to you, and a part of you was more than ready to let him know he's already won. But that other part of you, fueled by the alcohol already in your system, wanted to see if you could push him.

"That's what you think," you smirk as you lean closer to him, "But I guess there's only one way for me to find out for sure."

Jaemin scoffs, rolling his eyes. Poking his tongue with his cheek because your words obviously had some effect on him, and he wasn't too happy about it. You pressed your thighs together because, whether you wanna admit it, it turned you on.

"Come to the bathroom with me," Eunseong more so tells you than asks as she grabs your hand.

Following your friend back into the house, Jaemin was left with your words replaying in his head.

After waiting in an unreasonably long line for the bathroom, a group of five of you squeezed into one of the bathrooms upstairs that were off-limits to everyone else. But since Kali knows one of the pledges, they let you up.

"So," Ryujin starts, "What's this with you and Jaemin?"

You look up from your phone and immediately glare at Rina.

"I didn't even say anything!" Rina stopped touching up her makeup in the mirror to defend her innocence.

"Something is going on. You better spill," Kali hops off the bathroom counter to join the interrogation.

"Nothing is going on. We're just-"

"They're fucking."

"Rina." you sigh.

"Technically, not yet. But just wait till the end of the night," Rina says with a grin, going back to reapplying mascara.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Bitch, are you serious? He's literally been eye fucking you all night," Eunseong says.

"We literally just got here," you mumble.

"And I've already seen everything I need to in the 20 minutes you've been here," Eunseong smirks.

"You got him pussy whipped real bad," Ryujin says.

"Oh my god, shut up." you roll your eyes.

"I think I know what you need," Kali starts, "a drink!" she grabs your hand, and the rest of you head back downstairs.

After more alcohol enters your systems, you all find yourselves in the living room. You don't clearly remember how considering the room is packed from wall to wall, but you managed to get to the middle of the makeshift dancefloor. Whatever song was blasting through the speakers now felt like it was coursing through your entire body.

"I'm going to go get another drink," you yelled to Meera over the music. Once you get confirmation she heard you, you weave your way through the sea of bodies.

You feel like you can finally breathe once you're in the kitchen. While pouring yourself another drink, you hear someone call your name.

"Dawon?" you turn around, "Hey," you smile, greeting your classmate.

"Hey, I was wondering if you were gonna be here tonight."

"I heard."

"So that I'd be able to make it up to you for canceling earlier," he leaned in closer so you'd be able to hear him over the music.

"Yeah, and what'd you have in mind?" you ask.

"You ever been to one of our games?"

"Can't say I have."

"I'll get you and your friends tickets for our next one." he said, "But if that's not your thing, I have a few other things in mind," his eyes traveled down your body.

"I bet you do," you mumbled, "But I guess this means you owe me twice now."

"I guess I do."

One of Dawon's friends calling him for a game of beer pong got him to tear his eyes away from your cleavage.

"I gotta go. I'll catch you later?"

"Yeah," you nod before he leaves.

Taking another sip, you start making your way back to the living room. But you don't even make it out of the kitchen before you almost spill your drink on yourself, running into someone.

"Jaemin. Hi," you smile as he places his hands on your waist, keeping you from stumbling back.

"Hi," he smiles, his eyes even glossier and pinker than before. "You've really surprised me, angel," he slides his hands up your waist, pulling you closer, "Would've never known you were such a brat."

You giggle, wrapping your arms around Jaemin's neck, "There's plenty you don't know."

"Like why you're still talking to Dawon?"

"..Talking as in two humans having a conversation with each other?"

"I don't like him."

"Doesn't matter whether you like him or not."

"He likes you."

"That may be true," the corners of your lips twitch, "But he's not the one I put this dress on for. And he's definitely not the one I want taking it off me tonight," you say.

If it wasn't for your close proximity, you would've missed the low groan rumbling in his throat.

"You have any idea how hard you're making this for me?" his lips barely brush yours.

"You have no idea how badly I want to."

You were almost a hundred percent sure no one saw you and Jaemin sneak up the stairs to the second floor. You find the bathroom upstairs, to no surprise, unoccupied.

Jaemin had his lips on yours the moment he closed the door with the weight of his body. His lips taste like a mix of beer and weed, while faint traces of whatever drinks you mixed along with your fruity lipgloss were on yours. Jaemin's hands slide down your waist to grab a handful of ass, making you groan into the kiss.

"Tell me what you really want," he pants against your lips.

"You, Jaemin." you slide your hand down his chest to the front of his jeans. "I wanna make you feel good too." you palm his clothed bulge, making him groan and drop his head against the door. "Can I please suck you off, Nana?" you ask, fluttering your lashes.

"How could I possibly say no, when you ask me like that," he says as your fingers reach for the belt wrapped around his waist.

You slip your hand into his pants and mentally curse when you wrap your fingers around him and can't fully grasp him in your hand because he's that big. You tug your lip between your teeth as you dampen your panties.

"You think you can take me, sweetheart?" Jaemin asks with a lopsided grin.

You sink to your knees without breaking eye contact. You pull his jeans down far enough to let his cock spring free.

Between the things you've heard and the suspicions you've had, you thought you knew at least half of what to expect.

But...fuck.

But you're never one to back down from a challenge.

The corners of your lips curl up as you run your tongue along the underside of his shaft. You hum at the delightful taste on your tongue and wrap your lips around the tip. Jaemin watches as a mix of your saliva and your lipgloss coat his dick, and your pretty lips take him into your mouth. Your lashes flutter up at him, and you see his body relax against the door as you slide his cock into your mouth. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock bobbing your head back and forth, hollowing your cheeks around his length.

"Just like that, angel. You're doing so fucking good." Jaemin softly strokes the back of your head.

You whimper, pressing your knees together on the tiled floor. You slowly start taking Jaemin deeper down your throat, pushing the limits of your gag reflex. Tears formed in your eyes from each time the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. Jaemin continued to utter praises as he slowly rocked his hips against your face.

The sound of you choking had Jaemin's hand in your hair, pulling you off him. You whine, not just from the slight pain but the loss of him in your mouth. When Jaemin looks down at you, he sees the tears streaking down the sides of your face and the spit hanging from your lips. And he definitely doesn't miss the smile on your face as you take his cock back into your mouth again. The sight alone could've made Jaemin cum just like that.

"I wanna make you cum." you tell him.

"Fuck, baby. Keep doing that, and I will."

Jaemin's heavy breaths filled the bathroom as he steadily fucked your mouth. His hips stuttered against your face, and his cock twitched on your tongue.

"That's it, angel—Fuck."

Warm ropes of Jaemin's cum landed on your tongue. You opened your mouth as Jaemin milked the last of the sticky, white substance out of his cock and onto your lips.

You closed your mouth, licking your lips and swallowing with a delighted hum.

Jaemin takes your hand, helping you to your feet.

"I didn't take you as much of a giver, if I'm being honest."

"Cause I'm not." you tell him, "But fuck, Jaemin, I want you." you pull him closer by his clothes.

He snaked his arms around you, kissing your lips. Jaemin slides his wet muscle into your mouth, but you lose the fight for dominance when he slips a hand between your bodies, sneaking his hand between your thighs and circling his fingers around the wet spot he finds growing on your panties.

Jaemin started to kiss your neck when you heard a knock on the door.

"Occupied!" you yell, hoping whoever it was would just go away.

But they don't and bang on the door harder.

"Fuck off-" You swing the door open as Jaemin fixes himself.

But it wasn't just some drunk partygoer on the other side of the door like you thought.

"We gotta go. The cops are coming," Rina said.

There were too many of you in possession of things you probably shouldn't have, to ask any questions. You and Jaemin didn't waste another second, and he took your hand, leaving the house behind Rina.

You caught people running into bushes, hopping fences, doing anything they could do to get away before the cops actually get here.

You began to regret letting Eunji put you in these shoes because they definitely aren't made for a getaway.

You could hear the sirens nearing as you walked down the street with Rina and Jaemin. Halfway through the walk, you realized you were still holding Jaemin's hand from when he grabbed yours earlier. Your fingers have been intertwined this entire walk, even though there's no need. But Jaemin made no effort to take his hand back, so you continued to hold hands.

You ended up meeting the rest of your friends at the old diner because no one had their car, and it was the closet thing that was still open. You realize everyone from the party must've had the same idea as it was packed with a hoard of intoxicated college students.

"That was terrifying," Kali huffs as you and Jaemin slide into their booth.

"Terrifying? That was probably the most fun I've had all year. You remember how I cleared that fence?" Yangyang was still reeling from the adrenaline.

"And then proceeded to fall into their neighbor's garden," Renjun added.

"I barely remember that," Yangyang said.

"Must've hit your head," Meera plucked a flower petal out of his hair.

"You okay?" Jaemin asks when you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'm just tired," you stifle a yawn.

"Felix just said the party's still going on at Byounggon's," Haechan said, returning to his seat.

"Half of us can barely walk straight. We're not making it to Byounggon's."

"Chenle's too fucked up. We need to get him home."

"I am perfectly fine, thank you very much," Chenle slurred, lifting his head off the table.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Eunseong asked.

"I will be able to tell you once you stop moving." he says. Eunseong was sitting perfectly still.

"Yeah, he's done," Jeno declared.

"You guys just wanna come back to our place?" Jisung offers. And once the group comes to a consensus, you all head out.

Jeno and Haechan carry Chenle to his room while the rest disperse around the living room. But when Jaemin saw you yawn for the fifth time, he took the both of you to his room without saying a word to anyone else.

Jaemin handed you some of his clothes cause he could tell you were starting to get irritated with the dress.

"Jaemin, please help me get this stupid thing off," you whine, desperately clawing at your back to reach the zipper and get the damn thing off.

You turn away from him, looking into the mirror in front of you. You catch the smirk stretching across his face as he unzips your dress.

"What are you grinning about?" you ask.

"I still got to be the one to take this dress off you," he said as the dress straps fell down your shoulders.

You went into his bathroom to change out of your clothes, and you were very much ready to go to sleep once you put his on.

But with the makeup still on your face, you knew you wouldn't sleep peacefully.

[3:02 AM] you: you got makeup wipes? 👀

[3:03 AM] meera: yeah i think i left some in hyuck's bathroom pause where tf are you 🤨

[3:03 AM] you: … jaemin's room

[3:04 AM] meera: bitch!?!? 😧

[3:05 AM] you: don't tell no one. except rina, ryujin, eunji, kali, and eunseong they already know

[3:06 AM] meera: i'm the last to hear about this???

[3:06 AM] you: they kinda just figured it out on their own

[3:06 AM] meera: 😒

[3:07 AM] you: so can i still get those makeup wipes 🤔

You slipped out into the hallway when you heard a soft knock on Jaemin's door.

"Thank you. I love you so much," you take the makeup remover from Meera.

"Yeah, right. Is that why I'm the last to find out you two are fucking?"

"We can't be fucking if we haven't fucked yet." you told her, "We're just..enjoying each other's company."

"Enjoying it very much, I see," Meera eyed you up and down in Jaemin's clothes. "You know, I've seen this before."

"What?"

"With Hyuck and I. It started out with us just sneaking around, his place, my place, the back of our cars—we lasted much longer than the two of you did," she said, making you roll your eyes, "But then it started to become more than just us fucking."

"That's because you two were stupid and couldn't see you both had feelings for each other." Meera tilted her head. "It's not the same thing."

"You sure?"

"Yes," you answer, even though you really aren't.

"Okay," you can tell by her tone that she doesn't believe you.

After leaving with a goodnight, Meera went back to the living room.

While taking off your makeup, you couldn't help but let Meera's word stay on your mind.

There's no way Jaemin has feelings for you…right?

"Everything okay?" Jaemin asks when you come back into his room.

"Yeah," you tried to shake those thoughts out of your head for now, at least, "I'm just fucking exhausted," you sighed, falling next to Jaemin on his bed.

Jaemin rolled onto his side, facing you, and could feel something stirring within him just from seeing you laying in his bed, wearing his clothes.

"What?" you ask him when you notice him staring.

Jaemin placed his hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him, and he pressed his lips to yours. You roll onto your back as Jaemin hovers over you, his lips never detaching from yours. You slip your tongue into his mouth, wrapping one of your legs around his slim waist.

Jaemin's hand slides up your thigh, firmly holding your leg around his hip, pressing his bulge into the heat between your thighs. You roll your hips into Jaemin's, drawing a low groan from his throat.

"So much for being exhausted," he chuckled against your lips.

"Second wind."

"We should probably stop."

"What if I don't wanna?" you raise an eyebrow. With the way you were looking up at him, lying so pretty beneath him, Jaemin struggled to have any sort of restraint.

"Because as tempting as it is, the first time I fuck you will not be when our friends are fifteen feet away in another room." Jaemin softly brushed your hair out of your face. "I'm not saying it wouldn't be fun to watch you try and struggle to stay quiet while you take me," he said lowly, "But I'd rather hear you scream for me." he smiled as he rolled off you.

You only huffed and crossed your arms over your chest like a spoiled child being denied what they want, "Fine," you grumble.

(next) SATURDAY

It's been a week. Probably the worst you've had in a while. So the last thing you want to do is go to a party.

"You're really not coming with us?" Rina pouted as she laid down on your bed with you.

You put your phone down, "I don't really want to. Besides, last weekend did it for me," you answered.

"Oh, come on. You're acting like that was the first time you've run from the cops before." Ningning said, sitting at your vanity and finishing her makeup.

"It's not gonna be fun without you," Rina whined.

"Why isn't your boyfriend going tonight?" Eunseong asks, coming into your room.

"Wha-Who?" you sit up.

"Jaemin," Eunseong answers, and you roll your eyes.

"He's not my boyfriend," you say.

"Did you two plan this?" Rina narrows her eyes at you.

"What? No, I haven't even talked to Jaemin today."

Just as you say this, your phone vibrates.

[7:46 PM] jaem: you going tonight 👀

[7:46 PM] you: nah

[7:47 PM] jaem: wanna come over then 😏

[7:47 PM] you: and do what 🤨

[7:47 PM] jaem: idk 🤨 smoke watch a movie maybe put my head between your thighs 😈

You needed to put your phone down and collect yourself for a moment.

[7:48 PM] you: fuck! fuck you

jaem liked a message

[7:49 PM] you: i'm omw

"Did you change your mind? You're coming?" Kali asks, seeing you getting up and changing. You didn't even realize everyone had migrated into your room.

"Nope," you answer, flinging off your shirt and looking through your dresser for something to wear.

"So, where are you going?" Eunji asks.

"Over to Jaemin's," you say as you enter your bathroom.

"You're bailing on us to get some dick? I don't know if I should be offended or happy," Ningning crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm not bailing. I was already planning on not going, and so was Jaemin. We're just gonna watch a movie and probably smoke a little."

"This bitch is definitely gonna get her back blown out," you heard Meera mumble.

. . .

You didn't think Jaemin would have noticed you weren't watching the movie. He wasn't even looking at you, so how would he know your eyes have been drawn elsewhere? But he knew. You were put into a trance every time you watched him roll. His expert fingers so delicately packing the weed in so it wasn't too loose.

Jaemin was ready to light the joint before he looked at you.

"You're too far from me," Jaemin pouts.

You roll your eyes when you let him pull you closer to him on the couch.

"Better?" you ask, now sitting close enough your legs were practically in his lap.

"Much," he grinned, putting the joint between his lips.

You feel Jaemin's body relax next to you, into the couch as he exhales, smoke floating above your heads.

The room had gotten so foggy you could barely see the TV not even ten feet away from you. Jaemin rested his hand on your thigh after passing the joint back to you, gently drumming his thumb against your knee.

You bring the filter to your lips, taking a drag, hoping to calm the pulsing between your legs from Jaemin's hand inching up your inner thigh. You toss the two hits worth of the joint into the ashtray, not smoking anymore because you already feel high enough.

You rested your head against the back of the couch, keeping your eyes on the screen ahead but not watching much of the film. You let your neck roll toward Jaemin's direction to find him already looking at you.

"What?" it was hard not to feel your face heat up when he looked at you like that.

"Nothing," he lazily smiled, "You're just beautiful," he said.

"Shut up," you laughed and tried to turn away from him.

"No, I mean it," he circled his arms around you and pulled you in, "You're beautiful, y/n."

"Thank you," you smile.

Jaemin kept you close, his eyes still studying the details of your face.

You aren't sure which one of you initiated it first, but his lips tasted like a unique mix of coffee and smoke. You placed your knees on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap without breaking the kiss. His tongue slipped past your lips, clashing with yours.

Jaemin started kissing the side of your neck, pushing your jacket off your shoulder and leaving kisses on your skin. Jaemin unzipped the jacket the rest of the way, revealing your baby pink bralette that's been tempting him every time he got a glance of the lace adorning your skin.

"Angel.." Jaemin groaned, "A man only has so much self restraint," he mumbled against your skin, making you laugh.

"Who's telling you to hold back?" you ask.

Jaemin's hands stayed firmly planted on your waist on the way to his room. His lips greedily make out with yours. He threw your jacket somewhere in the room, letting his hands roam your body.

You mewl against his tongue, wrapping your arms around his neck and curling your fingers through his hair. Jaemin reached for the strings on your sweatpants, slowly untying the knot.

You continued to hold eye contact with him as you let your sweats fall to your feet. Now you were standing in front of Jaemin in nothing but your matching lace set.

Jaemin let his eyes fall down to the thin pink fabric hugging your ass, darting out his tongue to wet his lips.

Jaemin grabbed you by your waist, pulling you close enough there was no space between your bodies. He snuck his other hand into your underwear, stroking your folds. He hums delightedly, feeling how wet you are, and he's barely begun. You hold onto his arms, trying to focus on keeping your legs from giving out on you when Jaemin starts teasing your clit.

"What's all this from?" he asks.

"Like you really need me to answer that," your voice faltered as he applied pressed to your clit. "Jaemin.."

"Yeah?"

"Please don't tease me."

Your legs hit the edge of the mattress, telling you how far you've moved. You fall down onto Jaemin's bed with a soft bounce and sit up on your elbows.

You lifted your hips, taking off your panties, flinging them onto the floor, and spreading your legs for Jaemin.

Jaemin's eyes were so dark they were damn near black as he climbed between your legs on the bed. He traced his fingers up your inner thigh as he leaned toward you. He kissed you before dipping a finger into your pussy.

You hum into his mouth, quietly moaning when he does it again with a second.

"Missed those pretty noises you make for me." he smiled, kissing your lips.

It's only been a few days since you've seen Jaemin because you both have been so busy and burned out. But it's made you realize how much time you've spent with him the last few weeks and how much you start to miss his presence when you're not together.

"Jaemin," you call his name.

"I'm right here."

"Please.."

"I got you, baby."

Jaemin pressed his lips to yours while his fingers curled against your walls. Jaemin swallows more of your moans as he slowly pumps his fingers into you.

You dropped your head to the bed, and Jaemin attached his lips to your neck, sucking marks into your skin. Your hand sneaks into his hair again, your nails lightly scratching his scalp when his teeth graze your pulse.

"Fuck-Jaem."

Jaemin smiled against your throat at the thought of the red splotches on your neck turning into bruises for everyone to see. Jaemin softly groaned when you tugged on his hair from the adjustment of his three fingers fucking you.

"Mhm, you're being so good for me," he praised.

He could feel your gummy walls pulsing around his fingers, your wetness dripping down his knuckles.

"My God, Jaemin," you choke out, feeling his fingers brush your sweet spot.

"Come on baby let me hear you. I wanna hear how good I make you feel."

"S-So good..please, don't stop. d-don't st-"

And then he stopped.

A broken cry falls from your lips, feeling your orgasm so abruptly snatched away.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he repositioned himself between your legs, "I just need to taste you."

You lift your legs over his shoulders while Jaemin kisses your thighs.

He was now face to face with your drooling pussy. Jaemin's eyes closed, tasting your juices on his tongue.

"God, baby, you taste fucking delicious." he hums, making out with your lower lips.

You made the mistake of looking at him. Jaemin had his eyes closed, losing himself in the feeling of you against his mouth with his hands holding your thighs. His eyes locked with yours, and you could feel your stomach tying in knots in the best way. Jaemin never took his eyes away from your face as he flicked his tongue against your clit.

You watch as he let the saliva pooling on his tongue drip onto your cunt, making you shudder.

"Fuck.." you gasp as he lapped your arousal mixed with his spit.

Jaemin pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, pushing your knees to your chest and stuffing his face into your pussy. His tongue wiggled against your soft walls, feeling them close around the wet muscle.

You grabbed onto the sheets, only focusing on how Jaemin's making you feel.

"Jaem," you softly call his name, your hand returning to his head, "That feels so fucking good."

"Yeah?" you don't see the smirk stretching across his face before he slipped his fingers back inside of you. Your toes curled from the feeling of both his fingers and mouth. While he stretched your pussy open with his fingers, Jaemin wrapped his lips around your clit, giving the bundle of nerves the attention it deserves.

"Please, please, please, Jaemin, don't fucking stop. I'm gonna-"

"You wanna cum for me, baby?"

"Yes, fuck—I need to cum," you whined.

Jaemin could have sworn he died and went to heaven between the sound of you moaning his name and the slickness of your pussy.

Jaemin wrapped his arms under your thighs, keeping them from trembling around his head.

"You're gonna make me cum. Shit—I'm cumming!"

Your hips erratically thrashed against Jaemin's face, riding out your high.

Jaemin left one last kiss on your clit before checking on you. Your eyes were glossed over, screaming with desire for him. You press your lips to his, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue.

Jaemin's hands were all over you again, roughly cupping your breasts in his hands, making you mewl into his mouth.

"Jaemin..please," you mumble against his lips.

"What, baby?"

"Fuck me," you pant against his lips.

Jaemin stilled, looking into your eyes drowning with lust.

You didn't know what Jaemin was thinking, but you could tell your words had some effect on him from the way his cock twitched under his clothes against your thigh.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Jaemin. I fucking need it," you grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand back to your pussy, even wetter than before, "I need you."

"Fuck, angel," he groaned.

You grabbed the back of Jaemin's neck, bringing his lips to yours, and his fingers sank into your cunt once again.

"Your little pussy can barely take my fingers," you tried not to break eye contact with Jaemin as he fit three fingers inside of your sensitive cunt, "You think you can handle my cock, sweetheart?"

"Yes," you answer quickly. You weren't sure at all, but you sure as hell was gonna try.

Jaemin laughed at your quick response, "So desperate and needy for Nana." he kissed your lips.

You whimper when Jaemin draws his hand back, leaving you untouched. He sat back on his haunches as he tore his shirt off over his head.

You've seen Jaemin shirtless enough times to lose count. But seeing him now like this practically had you drooling from seeing his toned figure. You matched him by flinging off your top, leaving you completely naked before him.

He kicked off his boxers with his sweatpants before reaching over into his nightstand and pulling out a condom.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his dick standing at attention. You wrapped your hand around him, and he softly groaned. You smiled at his reaction, squeezing your fist around him.

"Princess.." he whispered when you kitten licked the pink tip.

You looked up at Jaemin with the most innocent smile, releasing his cock from your grasp and sitting back on your elbows.

Jaemin rolls the condom onto his dick before pumping his length in his hand a few times. He grabs you by your thighs, pulling your hips closer to his.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. Jaemin, please."

"Okay. Just tell me when to stop, and I will."

Any words you meant to utter died on your tongue when Jaemin's cock head pushed into you.

You grabbed onto his arm, your eyes rolling back at the slight painful stretch. But it only hurt enough that it felt good.

"You're doing so good for me," Jaemin said, "Taking my cock so well."

"You're so fucking big," you whine.

"I know, baby, I know. We're almost there."

You were already feeling like you were being split apart, but he still hasn't bottomed out yet.

The last few inches slip in with ease from how wet you are.

You mewled and grabbed onto the sheets as your walls stretched around his cock to accommodate his size.

"You're okay," Jaemin cooed, softly brushing your hair out of your face, "It's okay, I've got you," he reassured you.

"Jaem, can you please move," you whimper.

Jaemin drew his hips back, leaving only the tip inside before sliding back in, feeling deeper than before.

"Like that, baby?" he asks.

"Yes, just like fucking that."

Jaemin rocked his hips into yours at a steady pace. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

"You're making me feel so good, Jaem," you moan against his lips.

"Yeah? You like the way my cock just slides right into your pretty little pussy?" he smirks when he feels your pussy clench from his words.

"Mhm, yes!" you throw your head into the pillows, "Please go faster."

"What was that, bunny?" he asks, slowing down his movements.

You didn't think the pet name would have much effect on you, but it made your skin feel even hotter and your pussy even slicker. You were sure you were going to go delirious because of this man.

"M-More. Please, Nana...fuck me h-harder!"

"Of course, angel. You've been such a good girl for me. I'll give you anything you want."

You can hear the faint buzzing of your phone somewhere on the floor in the mess of clothes, probably texts from your friends trying to make you feel like you're missing out on the fun. But fuck a party if that meant being here with Jaemin, getting your brains fucked out instead.

Jaemin's fingers held onto your waist so tight; there'd be bruises to show for it by tomorrow.

Jaemin's eyes fall to where your bodies are connected, watching your pussy swallow his cock again and again.

"Shit, princess, your pussy feels so fucking good," Jaemin groans.

You only whine in response, unable to form words. Jaemin watched your tits bounce with every movement, hardly fighting the urge to reach out and cup your boob in his hand. He rolls his thumb over your sensitive nipple before tweaking it between two fingers, making you cry out.

Jaemin soothes the pain with his mouth, swirling his tongue around your areola while he keeps his hand occupied with the other one.

"So good Nana. s-so good."

"Yeah, bunny? Only Nana makes you feel this good?"

"No one else ever. Only you."

Jaemin held your legs apart and pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing uncoordinated circles.

The sound of the headboard hitting the wall mixed with your moans. Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, rolling down the sides of your face as you repeatedly chanted Jaemin's name.

Your arms fell over your eyes, trying to hide from the embarrassment of Jaemin watching your messy pussy take his cock over and over.

"Ah ah," Jaemin held your arms above your head, keeping them there, so he could see your face, "Don't try to hide from me, angel," he smiled as he kissed you, "I wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock. Okay, baby?"

"Yes." was all you said. That one word was the only thing you could say as you fell over the edge.

You see stars behind your eyelids, your limbs and senses going numb.

"That's it, sweetheart, cum for me."

"Jaemin-"

"I'm right behind you."

Jaemin fucked you through your orgasm, overstimulating you until he came. After emptying into the condom, Jaemin buried his face into your neck.

You just held each other until your breathing returned to normal, and he began checking on you.

"You did so good for me, baby," he kissed your damp cheek. "Are you okay?" he asks, brushing your hair out of your face.

You nod, sniffling, before Jaemin plants a kiss on your lips.

"Don't move, I'll be right back." he tells you.

You only nod, acknowledging his words as he kisses your forehead and leaves the room.

When a half-dressed Jaemin came back, he had seen that you barely moved from your spot. The only movement he can see is your chest slowly rising and falling. After wiping the stickiness off your skin, Jaemin redressed you in his clothes.

"What's wrong?" Jaemin asks, softly caressing the back of your head when he notices you zoning out.

"Nothing," you mumble.

"Tell me," he says firmly.

"No one's ever made me feel like that."

"Feel like what?"

"Like you actually care about me," you lower your eyes from Jaemin's as if you were embarrassed. But he knows that's not on you.

"Of course, I do, angel." he almost looked offended that you would think otherwise. "You deserve everything and so much more. I still don't think I can understand why you would waste your time with those dickheads."

You shrug. "Maybe I was just hoping the next would be better than the last." you say, "But we can all see how well that worked out for me."

"Well, yeah. You're here with me now. And I'm definitely better than your last." Jaemin grins.

You smiled against his lips, softly kissing him. But just one kiss wasn't enough for you, and you found yourself chasing Jaemin's lips. You messed up his hair, running your fingers through it as Jaemin grabbed you by your thighs and seated you on his lap. Jaemin's tongue clashed with yours, his hands wandering all over your body.

"Jaemin."

"Mhm?"

"Don't start again." your actions greatly contrasted your words as you continued to kiss him and subtly rock your hips against his.

Jaemin probably should have thought about it before he gave you his clothes because now all he can think is how good you look with his shirt draped over your figure.

"Seeing you like this," he licks his lips, "So responsive and so sensitive, makes it hard to not want to."

"At least give me half an hour."

"Okay." he said, kissing your nose.

The unfinished joint from earlier made its way back to you as the two of you waited for the food you ordered to arrive.

Your munchies had your mouth salivating as you waited for Jaemin to unpack the bag the delivery guy just dropped off.

You excitedly unwrapped your food and immediately delved in. You moaned, your tastebuds savoring the flavor as you chewed. Jaemin, on the other hand, was having a hard time focusing on his food when you kept making the noises you were making.

Jaemin fed you some of his Lo mein, and you hummed sensually yet again.

"The more you keep doing that, the harder it is to not think about just taking you right here," Jaemin said so casually as he moved closer, "I could just push you on your back and keep my head buried between your thighs so I could eat you right instead."

"Jaemin." you could already feel the throbbing ache between your legs just from his words.

"You did say half an hour, no?" he asks, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter.

You nod, "I think it's been enough time." you say before closing the space.

You widened your legs when you felt Jaemin slip a hand between your bodies. He shoved his hand into the shorts you were wearing that happened to be his and wasted no time pulling your panties to the side. Jaemin ran his fingers between your slick folds, slowly massaging your lips, making you moan into his mouth.

Too caught up in one another, you didn't hear the voices at the front door until one of them called out to you two.

"Hey!"

You love your friends, but they couldn't have worse timing. Both a little annoyed, Jaemin reluctantly takes his hand away, making you whine.

"Jesus, this place reeks. How much did you guys smoke?" Jisung scrunches his nose as he enters the kitchen.

"Open a window and burn some incense," Jaemin says.

"Hey- ooh you got food," Rina, pupils dilated twice their size, coming up to you and waiting for you to feed her.

"You guys are home early. The cops busted it again?" you ask.

"No, Theo kicked everyone out when Seyoon tried swinging from the chandelier and jumping into the crowd," Yangyang answered.

Your brows raised, and your jaw slightly dropped. Of course, something exciting happens the one time you don't go. (Still don't regret it tho!)

"You didn't see all the videos we sent?"

"I've barely been on my phone," you say.

"What have you two been doing all night anyway?" Haechan asks as his girlfriend subtly tells him to back off.

"Nothing." you and Jaemin both answer.

"We just watched a movie and smoked," Jaemin said.

Haechan was suspicious but didn't question you two any further. Everyone moved into the living room, leaving you and Jaemin alone not before Rina signaled a thumbs up at you, and you nodded at her with a wink.

When you were sure they were out of earshot, you turned back to Jaemin.

"So much for round two," you pout.

"What makes you say that?"

"Weren't you the one who said you wouldn't fuck me when our friends are fifteen feet away in another room?"

"I said the first time I fuck you. I've savored every moment of that, and there will be plenty of times for me to savor every moment when it’s just the two of us later. I just want you now."

"So have me."

a/n: if the end seems like it’s rushed it’s cause it is. i really didn’t want to make it longer than it already was even tho I wanted to keep writing. and i didn’t think it would take me this long but life’s been crazy y’all but we’re finally here!! thank you so much for waiting and thank you so much for reading <33

feedback is appreciated!!

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8myass · 3 months

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.. camera .. pairing. na jaemin x female reader genre. angst pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) (‘y/n’ usage) synopsis. when jaemin wants to record his pretty doll all for himself. wc. 0.9k cw. yandere!jaemin, neighbor!jaem tw. gaslighting, dumbification, kidnapping, noncon kissing, implied noncon, pet names (too many to list)

“You’re so cute when you’re struggling,” your once friendly and beloved neighbor smiled, camera lens held up to block your vision of his handsome face to display you on the screen in his eyesight. You rolled your eyes, letting out grunts and whines, gentle pleas to hopefully show him that you weren’t enjoying this as much as he was.

“Aw, what’s that, baby? I can’t hear you, you’re gonna have to use your words,” he faked a pout, squatting in front of you to zoom the camera in on your pained expression. You shook your head, forcing your face as far away from the camera as possible. How could he be recording you at this moment?

“No? Then, I guess you don’t get what you want, pretty girl,” he exhaled deeply, but you simply shook your head in turn, eyes pleading with him to cooperate with you, to see through this desperation. “You’re just so stubborn, aren’t you, princess?”

You shook your head again, jerking around in the chair you were sitting in. The camera panned down your body, his eyes finally meeting your own. They weren’t as gorgeously sweet as they used to be, they had a darkness in them, and it almost felt sinister. You trembled against the wood under his intense stare, his soft palm escaping its grip on the camera to place on your exposed thigh, leaving one hand to toggle the camera lens on the way your leg quivered with his skin connecting to yours.

“You seem so scared,” he frowned, eyes scanning your fearful expression, your eyes still pleading with him to give into your excessive noises of desperation. “Are you scared of me?”

You nodded quickly, subconsciously sobbing into the piece of fabric shoved inside your mouth to keep your cries and muffled screams as silent as possible. The walls around you added in the soundproofing of his display, the hard concrete of the basement blocking any sound from escaping into the ears of the law-abiding citizens peacefully walking around outside, minding their own business, unbeknownst to what’s going on between you and Jaemin not even a few feet from them.

“I don’t like that answer,” he snarled, his entire tone snapping to an even more intimidating one, “You know, I don’t want you to fear me, Y/n. Why can’t you just see all I’m trying to do is praise your beauty? I appreciate you for being so gorgeous, that’s all.”

You whimpered, eyes closing as tears fell down your already dampened cheeks, the duct tape loosening from the amount of warm water spilled around it. You wanted to scream and cry, yell “let me go” at the top of your lungs, but the rag he had shoved down your throat gagged you every time you wanted to speak, the tape aiding in restricting the movements of your lips.

“Don’t you believe me, darling?” he frowned, voice softening as if he hadn’t just struck more fear into you only a few seconds ago. Who was he anymore? Who had he become toward you? This definitely wasn’t the man you knew, the man who you’d met only a few times and who seemed so sweet during every single one of them. “I just want to make you my pretty doll. I can dress you up, take the prettiest pictures of you, make sure you always have a smile on your beautiful face. Why won’t you let me do any of that for you?”

You opened your eyes to look into his, but he was no longer in front of you. Instead, he was across the room, propping the camera up on a stand in the corner, turning on his heels, and walking over to you, hands trailing through your hair to pull your head back, eyes meeting his. He had every amount of control over you right now and there was nothing you could do to help yourself anymore. Your life, your fate, your world, it was all in his hands. You realized this as you fought with the rope tying your hands together behind your back, unable to free yourself of your restraints before he ripped the tape off your lips, removing the rag from your sore throat only to fill your mouth with his tongue instead.

You squirmed around in the old chair, creaking sounds filling the room, your weak breaths flowing into his senses, your scent was enveloping him. You couldn’t pull yourself away from his unforgiving lips, his tight grip on your scalp keeping you from moving your head and hands being held together behind you not aiding in you shoving him off yourself very well.

You never loved him, never really got to know him well enough to be able to fall in love with him. But Jaemin knew you all too well, which made him fall way too hard. He fell in love with your beauty above all else. Call him shallow, but he couldn’t help himself. Your personality was as gorgeous as the next, but what made you all the more beautiful to him was your cute face and petite figure. You were his muse since the day he met you, always capturing his eyes, or his camera lens, whenever you would walk by. You were too pretty to live in such an ugly world. He needed to protect your beauty with everything he has, keep it hidden from the grossness around the both of you so it wouldn’t be able to infect you.

But now that you were in his basement, tied to a chair before him, he seemed to notice that you were already infected. Rejecting him? How ugly of you. But don’t worry, he’ll teach you how to love him, beautiful. Even if it’s by force, you will love him in the end.

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calibali22 · 7 months

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Smoking with NCT Dream (reaction)

a/n: ayo I highk wasn't even gonna write today😭 but conversations with @neoculturecollectives will get you typing a mile a minute ong, so thank you for enabling my impulsion fren🩷

warning: mature. mdni

Mark: Mark would be all sexy and chill which would make him even sexier. He would absolutely cuddle with you and let you sit on/straddle his lap- platonically or in a relationship, just know it's ending in you riding him. maybe another round in the shower..and he may wake you up with head in the middle of the night.

Renjun: This could actually be a solo thing where he smokes alone. He'd be so pent up from schedules and shenanigans that he relishes in being able to finally sit back on the sofa and have a little me time. Now that he's calm and relaxed, he's definitely jerking off. Mans isn't quiet about it either. If he's feeling a lil spicy he might even record himself a bit and send it to you.

Jeno: This guy would just already be head thrown back still smoking as you ride him. He would have one hand slapping and gripping your ass, telling you to go slow before he ditches the blunt to wrap both arms around you and fuck up into you. He'll probably get sleepy after a shower and will climb straight into bed cuddling flush up against you buck ass naked.

Haechan: Haechan. dear Lord, Haechan. This man would be manspreading on purpose, tilting his head back to blow out the smoke because he knows how much you like his neck. His hand placement would be oh so intentional as it rests on his crotch or just on his thigh right next to it- thumb rubbing back and forth over his semi hard on. He would either be very up front about wanting to fuck, or, he'd be so obviously faking obliviousness that you just end up begging for him and he gives in biting his lip saying "Princess if you wanted it so bad you just needed to ask."

Jaemin: One word. shotgun. It'd be an experimental thing but right as it happens, Jaemin would just stare at your face. studying you. His eyes are heavy as he gives you that growing smile where he's biting his lip and raises his eyebrows as if saying "you like that?" You will most likely end up giving him head after that.

Chenle: ngl this little shit may be full of mischief. He would spend the whole night spamming your phone with texts about how you're all scared and won't pull up. Until you do. Then he's biting his lip staring at you as you go off on him about bothering you. When you stop mid-rant to go on about him not listening, he interrupts you with a kiss and says "you make anger so hot" just to piss you off💀

Jisung: I feel like there would also be straddling with Jisung. He would kind of space out every now and then. All of a sudden his hands would glide over your ass and just grip it greedily, absentmindedly mumbling a "mine" when you let out a moan. Then as you sit back straight on him after placing the blunt and lighter on the table, one of his hands would slide up to your neck, lightly choking you- your own gripping the seam of his t-shirt. The vibes are just hella sensual not even gonna lie. He would re-adjust you to sit directly on his bulge, making you grind against it. The part that would make him snap is the whimper you release when he traces your lips with his tongue and adds a little pressure to your throat. After that he's pulling you into a deep and slow paced kiss led by him. You're not shy with the tongue and that just makes him grind back against you harder. Basically y'all cum from making out and dry humping lmao.

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nct dream reaction :: touching them while the other members are around

REQUESTED? 〚YES✗〛/ 〚NO〛 ⟶ hi!! can i request a nct dream reaction to you starting to masturbate them while the other members are in the same room pls

AN| jisung and chenle are unfortunately not included. inspo was low. but please enjoy.

MARK

his ears go so red the second he feels you touch him, your fingers curling around his cock in front of jungwoo and haechan who pay you both no attention, too engrossed in their phones to notice what's going on beneath the bed sheets. truthfully, you're annoyed that the pair decided to join you and mark in his room to just hang out and silence, and scroll on their phones when you've been desperate to touch mark all day. but that wasn't going to stop you from feeling him up, even though it really should.

mark struggles to keep his composure, eyes darting between haechan and jungwoo and down to the lump in the sheets that move with each stroke of your hand. it's so obvious and mark knows he would probably faint if the two of you end up getting caught, which is why he lets out a fake yawn and turns into your side, burying his head in the crevice of your neck, hiding the obvious pleasure on his face as you thumb over his tip and squeeze around him.

RENJUN

almost gets you both caught when he feels your hand slip into his pants beneath the table. his knee knocks up against the wood and his head snaps in your direction, eyes widen in alarm. you're so nonchalant as you stroke him, continuing your conversation with jisung who babbles on about a show he's been watching. renjun leans his elbows on the table in front of his, fist pressing tightly to his lips to conceal any noises that threaten to escape, staring wide eyed at the untouched coffee cup in front of him as his hips subtly jerk with each movement of your hand.

JENO

has no reaction. remains stoic, but continues to allow you to shove your hand into his pants to jerk him off. you're sat on his lap, back resting against the window with your legs thrown over jaemin who is sat beside you both, earphones plugged into his ears as he looks out the window to watch the night scenery go by.

despite having no reaction, jeno's breathing is a lot heavier than normal, his hand gripping your thigh to pull you closer, ordering you to go faster with one simple look in your eye and you oblige, double checking to see if anyone in the car was watching before speeding up your movements, thankful that it was dark enough outside so nobody could see what you were doing. although, you're surprised when you go to turn your head back to jeno when he throbs in your hand and see jaemin staring straight at you both, a sly smirk spreading across his lips as jeno stares back at him.

HAECHAN

gets cocky when you touch him in front of johnny who applies his skincare on the bed beside his. makes obvious noises and movements with his hips, almost wanting to get caught by his member but stops to snicker when he feels your fingers squeeze around him in warning. throws one arm behind his head as his free hand grips the edge of the blanket, lifting it up to watch you play with him.

you nudge his shoulder to get him to stop, afraid that johnny will look over and see what you're both doing with him in the room. he giggles like the tease he is, dropping the blanket and letting you do as you please in peace, turning his head to the side to watch johnny put away his skincare products, hoping and wishing that he'd turn around to see your hand moving under the covers.

JAEMIN

"oh?" jaemin's brows wiggle as he feels your hands unbutton his jeans, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers to feel him. he's pressed against a wall at the far end of the living room, the space overcrowded with all the members that came over for a party. they're all in their own bubble, too busy to notice what's going on with you and jaemin in the corner.

he's moaning as you tug at his cock, lips grazing over yours and biting your bottom lip, his own hands coming around to rest on your ass to pull you closer. you're lucky that the music from the speakers is loud enough to drown out his sounds and that the lights are dimmed otherwise you would both be screwed, even though getting caught in this position isn't something you're both opposed to.

©mrkis

#nct smut #nct dream smut #nct reaction #nct dream reaction #nct reaction smut #nct dream reaction smut #mark lee smut #renjun smut #jeno smut #haechan smut #jaemin smut

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Last Summer / Kim Doyoung

Genre: smut, angst

word count: 16k

f! college student reader, aged up! Doyoung, slight badboy!Jaehyun and fwb!Jaemin

warnings: dilf!, age gap, old money fic!, cheating, affair, public!, unprotected, daddy!, alcohol!, blackmail!, gaslighting?, multiple smut scenes, let me know if I miss anything.

A five week business vacation with a bunch of elite families, filled with gossip, rumors and people doing anything to climb the social ladder. But through all the chaos the last thing you suspected was a whirlwind romance with your friends father.

appearances: college friends : Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle, Sungchan, Jaehyun

aged up! Johnny and Kun.

A/N: hello! its author SIN here! I haven't wrote a monster fic since FREAKS but im here for old money Doyoung after so many requested a full fic of Country Club. Sorry i've been so IA i hope you enjoy this one !

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It was that time of year again and you and your mom were being dragged to one of your father’s business vacations which entailed around five weeks of your summer at your family’s world renowned resort. Now anyone else would be joyous that they’d be spending a luxury vacation at the hot spot for celebrities in the Summer, but now entering your twenties, and spending almost every summer of your life at this place, you figured it had lost its wow factor.

“Why couldn't we go to the Maldives or Greece like normal families” you groaned, slipping into a cashmere sweater that matched with a pair of capri pants and tennis shoes. You watched your mother frantically order the resort employees to prepare the bungalow to her liking until her eyes rested on you.

“Darling I thought I told you to throw those tacky shoes out” she sighed, coming over and giving you a tight squeeze, “and…you can go to Greece on your next semester break okay ? right now we need to mingle with your father’s investors, big smile!”

You gave her your best fake grin before returning back to your room and exchanged your shoes for a more high quality taste. You had no idea why your mom was being so particular about your dress code being it was only day one and the more important guests only ever arrived in the second week.

You folded your arms and returned back downstairs to the lounge area when a familiar face completely caught you off guard.

“Jaemin!” you squealed, running into the toned man’s arms as he lifted you into a tight hug and engulfed you with his Givenchy perfume. Jaemin, your friend or rather fling whom you actually met via one of your father’s parties, was the son of a very big tech company CEO and your father’s current favourite golf buddy.

Mr. Kim Doyoung, the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on.

Jaemin released you from the hug and you took the opportunity to smile at both Mr and Mrs Kim as they briefly greeted you before returning to the conversation with your parents. You watched as Mr Kim pushed his glasses up as he laughed at some joke your father supposedly told, his gummy smile broke his stoic character and for a second you almost forgot your surroundings.

“Quite the surprise hey” Jaemin snapped you out of your trance and you quickly nodded. “You guys never do summer vacation, what's the special occasion ?” you questioned the dark haired man.

Jaemin chuckled and shrugged. “Dad said there’s a huge investor visiting this time and he doesn't want your dad to fumble any business proposals.” You hummed and looked back at the parents and watched your dad enthusiastically show Mr Kim around.

“Hey Doyoung it's a win win hey” your dad boasted, “our wives are happy, our kids are happy and we get to have a rematch of that golf game you cheated me out of last month.”

“Cheated?” Mr Kim smirked, “are we still running with that ?”

You gulped at his cockiness. Yes this was wrong. Entirely wrong because this was your friends father for fuck’s sake, but you’d been crushing on him for years, way before you met Jaemin. You hated to admit it but Mr Kim was your first real crush.

It all started on the night of your 18th, when he came to the party on his own because he and his family were going to leave on a business trip the next morning. He only stayed about 20 minutes, most of it was spent talking to your father and then he came over, introduced himself and placed a gift in your hands before planting a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“It's Viviene Westwood, your dad said you’re a big fan” His voice was so light and smooth. “My son starts at the same university as you next year, I hope the two of you can help each other out.”

And with that he said his goodbyes and you’d only see him at very special events after that. He did attend your 21st this year, but you and Jaemin had already established a friends with benefits situation and you decided that crushing on a man twice your age who now happens to be your fling’s father was not the path you were seeking.

“Do you think I’d have to sneak into your room every night ?” Jaemin pinched your side and you playfully pushed him before bringing your arms around his neck.

“Honestly our parents are going to be so blackout drunk every night im sure you could walk straight into my room and do whatever you want” you bit your lip and Jaemin smirked in return, enjoying the challenge.

The first two days were pretty much uneventful even with Jaemin railing you into your bed the very first night. Luckily for the two of you your dad managed to get the Kims’ the bungalow right next door and Jaemin made good use of the maintenance ladder and your balcony.

You were grateful you had Jaemin around until the morning you heard a voice you wished was in your head. The voice you thought you’d only hear when University resumed.

Lee Haechan.

“Jaemin hurry up, my arms are killing me here” You heard him say as you stepped out on the balcony to oversee the commotion. Your uni friend, well rather Jaemin’s, was standing outside their bungalow with luggage that definitely exceeded a five week stay which meant that it was likely computer equipment.

Great.

“What are you doing here ?” making sure your voice was definitely unwelcoming. “Wow y/n way to be hospitable to your good friend” he dropped his bags and clapped sarcastically. You watched the workers scramble for the luggage as Jaemin stepped outside to greet his very annoying friend.

“His parents kicked him out for the summer” Jaemin looked up apologetically.

“Can't say I wouldn't do the same” you scoffed while Haechan stuck out his tongue. “My boy and I are going to build a gaming pc, you know good old fashioned bonding” Haechan threw his arm around Jaemin while your poor friend knew you weren't in the slightest happy about this new arrangement.

“Great” you sighed, “hope you two lovebirds have a lovely vacation.”

“You can join us, you know, it's really fun.” Jaemin tried to look hopeful but he already knew you'd rather eat dirt than spend more than two hours with Haechan and build a damn pc on top of that.

You unenthusiastically waved them off and returned to your bedroom and threw yourself on your bed ready to dive into a solemn state until you heard a voice coming from downstairs.

His voice.

You tiptoed down the wooden stairs and you saw Mr Kim sitting at the corner bar with your father both adorning golf wear and engaging in conversation when your father quickly noticed your presence.

“Hey sweety, you're not hanging out with Jaemin today ?” he said while taking a sip of his scotch whiskey.

You groaned while approaching the two men, making sure your attention was on your father and not Mr Kim. “Haechan is here and they're going to spend the entire vacation building some stupid pc” you complained with a pout and your ears perked when you heard Mr Kim chuckle.

“Sorry about that, Haechan can be pretty persistent and I just wanted to help his parents get him out of their hair for a bit” Mr Kim smiled sweetly and you could tell he was genuine with his apology. “If you're bored why don't you come out for a round of golf, make sure your dad isn't cheating.”

“Uhm I don't want to impose…” you began to say and your dad quickly jumped to his feet and threw his arm around you. “My angel will be the best judge I can assure you!” he squeezed your shoulder, “go get ready sweetheart we will leave in 20.”

You stood under the caddy’s umbrella shielding yourself from the blistering summer heat as you watched Mr Kim and your father tee off on the fifth hole. Most of the banter was inside jokes they had going on and honestly you almost regretted joining their session until you saw how immaculate Mr Kim was at playing golf. His form, the way he stuck out his tongue slightly as he concentrated on his next shot and ofcourse how accentuated his muscles were through his golf gear as he swivelled his body every shot.

The heat wasn't that bad after all.

“Sir you have a call at the front desk” the caddy held the phone up for your dad to receive it.

You watched your father’s frown turn into a wide smile signalling it was either a big investor or one of his work buddies. “Hey Doyoung Johnny is here, i'm going to check him in before our wives make a big deal about his sudden appearance” your dad chuckled and hung up the call.

“Ah yes the wives biggest enemy, i'm surprised he actually showed up” Doyoung rested his hands on his golf club. “He didn't bring…her…did he ?”

Your eyes followed Mr Kim’s to your fathers and your dad quickly shook his head as he began handing his equipment to his caddy.

“Oh you know he wouldn't do that, gosh imagine what the investors might think.”

Now this story you were definitely clued up on thanks to Haechan practically interrogating Johnny Suh’s nephew, Sungchan. Mr Suh was a high end lawyer and had been working with your father’s circle of friends for years. He was a prominent figure, anyone and everyone fell in love with him and that's exactly how he got into trouble. You're not sure of the timeline but according to Haechan Mr Suh had an affair with a young divorcee who’s case he’d been working on. Almost everyone expected his career to plummet after the news broke but it just made him more popular amongst young naive women who thought they too could bag the richest newly divorced big time lawyer.

Your mom couldn't stand him especially because she and the other wives were friends with his ex wife. But your dad never bothered since he’d always say that his ex wife was a gold digger and would have ‘ran him dry’ eventually. Surprisingly Haechan noted that Sungchan was also more than happy to know that his uncle was finally free from that woman.

There’s two sides to every story you guessed.

“Are you really leaving in the middle of the game ?” Mr Kim sighed, “this isn't just an excuse to get out of losing again is it ?”

Your father scoffed and waved his hand. “Oh please we are picking this up tomorrow, but for now why don't you get a little practice with my daughter ? she's got a wicked right swing!”

“Dad I don't think-”

“Let's do it.”

You turned to face Mr Kim who was now holding out his golf club to you as a stunning smile spread across his face. You swallowed hard as your father zoomed off in his golf cart and left you alone with just Mr Kim and the unattentive caddy.

“Mr Kim I'm not the best player so-”

“Hey my rivalry is with your father not you” Mr Kim waved his hand and grabbed a bottle of water. “I’ll go easy on you.”

You refused to be a stuttering mess so you tried your best to concentrate on the task at hand. It should be easy since there’s nothing the two of you could really talk about besides your father or Jaemin.

Oh you hoped he wouldn't bring up Jaemin.

You took your first swing and honestly like you expected it wasnt that grand. You turned to him apologetically while he let out a charming chuckle before joining you on your walk to the next hit.

“You're too tense” he commented and tapped your shoulder. “Since we're just practising, how about I coach you and next time you can win against your father.”

You watched as he consulted the caddy on the perfect golf club and watched him stroll back over to you and replaced the club you clutched in your hands. The next movement almost had you weak at the knees as he slowly moved behind you and placed his slender fingers on your shoulders and squeezed lightly.

“Relax y/n” he calmly said in your ear. He may have been thinking this was just a friendly exchange but God your mind was thinking very different things. Vile almost absurd things. You nodded and did as he said, exhaling deeply while your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

“It's all in the hips you know” he said before clearing his throat, “May I ?”

You nodded again and within seconds his hands were on your waist. It was all very PG but anything he did always felt erotic. You kept your concentration on your posture making sure he wouldn't pick up on your strange behaviour but every touch, every breath coming from behind you felt like electricity.

“Now be gentle, allow your body to lead you to the shot rather than the strength of your hit” He continued and stepped back to watch you take your next shot.

The next shot was better but again you were no Lydia Ko. Mr Kim however seemed to be a perfectionist because yet again you were given another club and his hands returned to your waist. This time it felt a little different. You felt his breath against his neck and his hands were a lot more firmer as he guided you to redo your shot. “Now I know you can do better than that” His voice was low and you felt a sensation develop between your legs. You had no idea how you let your impulses get the better of you but you allowed yourself to arch your back a bit until your ass pretty much grazed against his crotch. You know it was evident too because you heard him suck in a deep breath but you didn't dare turn around.

“Like this..?” you managed to say and heard him hum before slowly stepping away and allowed you to take the shot.

Surprisingly that one was the best you had all day and it even ignited excitement out of you as you jumped in celebration, completely forgetting what had happened a mere seconds ago. “Oh my God did you see that ?!” you squealed and turned to face Mr Kim who had been chewing on his bottom lip before it turned into a sweet smile.

“I knew you had it in you, you're a natural and a quick learner” He held his hand out for a high five but as your hands collided, his fingers entangled with yours and your eyes met his in probably the most intense unspoken exchange in your life. You had no idea what was going on in his head and you were unaware that his thoughts mirrored yours. He had no idea why he did what he did and his head swarmed with so many unresolved questions.

This was his friend's daughter. His son’s college friend.

The caddy called the two of you up to drive over to the next hole and you both silently jumped in the backseat, hoping the situation was just an awkward exchange and nothing more. The drive was bumpy and unusually long. Both you and Mr Kim opted for looking in the opposite direction until the caddy hit the brakes causing Mr Kim to quickly shield you from impact.

“God what the fuck?” Mr Kim cursed and you mentally hated that it gave you another reason to find him attractive. There was no hope at this point.

“S-sorry sir there was a rabbit crossing the path” the caddy looked up into the rear view mirror and you swore you saw fear in his eyes. Mr Kim sighed and muttered that it was okay and to keep moving but as the trip resumed you realised his arm was still draped across your lap.

You adjusted your seating which pushed your tennis skirt higher and now his hand was exposed to your thigh as you waited to see what his next move might be. Mr Kim cleared his throat and you almost gasped when you felt him squeeze your exposed thigh before the caddy finally came to stop.

“I need you to go to the front desk and get more water and please let them know that the rabbits are roaming free on the course at this hour, it's quite dangerous for everyone involved” you watched Mr Kim tap his resort card on the payment machine and watched the caddy leave you and Mr Kim completely alone.

“What do you study again y/n ?” Mr Kim asked casually as if nothing suspicious had happened all day and set up his next shot. You wiped the beads of sweat forming on your head. “I…study accounting Mr Kim.”

His chuckle made your eyes narrow as he took an effortless shot and turned around to face you. “Call me Doyoung, you do call Kun by his first name don't you ?” his new demeanour confused you. Was he just being friendly all this time and you were mistaking it for something else ?

“Yeah well Kun has been my dad’s friend for ages so-”

“So am I a stranger then ?” he poked his tongue into his cheek, “I guess we have to work on our relationship then.”

Mr Kim, Doyoung gestured for you to set up your next shot. Seeing as you were unsure of his intentions you decided to test the waters again. What was the worst that could happen anyway ? Him peacefully rejecting you would actually solve a lot of your current problems.

“Can…you help me again ? I kinda forgot the posture thing” you battered your eyelashes at him and you watched as his jaw tightened for a brief second before he nodded and came over to his usual position. You wasted no time in pressing back into him but this time you turned your head slightly to see his reaction.

“W-what are you doing y/n?” his low voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“What do you mean, I'm just..playing golf” you replied innocently and you heard him chortle in amusement. You felt his fingers press into your hips as you practically settled in his crotch, a bit proud that you had him a little flustered.

“You’re…a very naughty girl” he hummed as he straightened himself and allowed his fingers to dance on the band of your skirt.

You sighed and hummed in agreement. “I know Mr Kim and it seems like you're not so innocent yourself.”

Doyoung raised his eyebrow at your snarky comment yet mentally cursed his inability to keep his arousal in check. He was in dangerous waters but his head was too clouded with how this was about to play out for him to think about any consequences right now.

“Are you saying that this….exchange has you a little excited as well?” he queried and you felt absolutely delirious with lust.

“You can find out for yourself if you want” you curved your back a bit standing like an open invitation for him to do as he pleased. You expected him by now to at least lecture you that the two of you were out in the open and this whole ordeal was just absurd but instead he carefully stood behind you as your hands tightened around the golf club and his fingers ghosted its way up your skirt.

Doyoung’s breath was deep and steady as he caressed the skin of your inner thighs before taking his index finger and grazed it over your soaked panties. You heard him groan at your wetness while you bit down on your lip at the contact. You thought it would stop there but you almost collapsed when he pushed your panties to the side and allowed his long cold digits to feel your arousal.

“Fucking hell” he cursed as his other hand held onto your hip to keep you steady.

“Mr Kim…please..more” your voice quivered, not sure what you were asking for exactly but whatever was happening couldn't end right now, not like this.

Doyoung was completely immersed in how wet you were for him. He loved how your folds felt between his fingers and you were like putty in his hands. You gasped when he inserted a finger into your core and he heard him groan once more this time in frustration.

“Youre so fucking tight, id ruin you sweetheart” his words were like venom in your ear as he continued to finger you at an agonising pace.

Euphoria quickly came to an end when you heard a golf cart and it was Doyoung’s caddy returning from his errands. Doyoung quickly wiped away his hands and the two of you stood innocently as the caddy jogged over.

“Sir, they are requesting the both of you back for brunch” the caddy spoke and immediately began collecting the golfing equipment and packed the cart. You looked up at Doyoung trying to search his face for what all of this meant and whether it might happen again but he returned back to his stoic self. His eyes never met yours and he was silent and to himself the entire way back up to the resort.

If you thought your crush on him before was dangerous, well you've just entered a new territory.

By the time you washed up and arrived at the restaurant your father had picked for lunch you noticed everyone was already settled in. Doyoung sat right next to his wife and chuckled along with your father, Mr Suh and your father’s long time friend Qian Kun. Doyoung glanced up for a millisecond but returned to the conversation as if nothing had ever happened on the golf course.

“Darling, what took you so long ? Doyoung said you guys arrived two hours ago” your mother embraced you before one of the waiter’s pulled out your chair next to Jaemin.

“I had to take a shower” you pressed your lips into a smile and looked over at Doyoung, “It was extremely humid down there.” You watched his fingers twitch around his wine glass but it wasn't enough of a reaction for anyone else to notice. Your eyes drifted to Mr Suh who flashed you a friendly smile that you forcefully returned back before leaning into Jaemin.

“Why the hell is he here ? I thought our mothers hated him” you questioned as Jaemin rubbed the small of your back.

“Apparently his ex wife had been cheating on him too, way before he started his affair” Jaemin popped a cheese cube into his mouth. “Yeah right that’s what he wants everyone to believe” Haechan chimed in and you weren't going to admit it but you definitely shared his sentiments.

You looked up and noticed that Sungchan, Mr Suh’s nephew had also joined the trip as well as Kun Qian’s son, Chenle. You weren't too familiar with Sungchan despite him being in the same university as you but you knew Chenle really well. The two of you practically grew up together.

“I thought you were going to Dubai for the summer” you took a sip of your white wine while the ash blonde boy shook his head and sighed.

“Yeah I thought so too” he scratched his head, “My mom convinced my dad to come to the resort this year for the big networking party, God are they not tired of doing business ?!”

“Who else is gonna pay for your trips to Dubai ?” Haechan mused and Chenle rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he retorted, “What are you even doing here anyway Lee Haechan? I thought your parents were going to London.”

“They went without him,” Jaemin snickered, earning a shove from Haechan.

“I would've done the same,” Sungchan added.

“That's what I said” you giggled and Sungchan gave you a thumbs up while Haechan erupted in a long groan.

“Face it, without me, you losers wouldn't have any fun” he pouted.

For a minute you too had completely forgotten about Doyoung, lost in the childish banter of your friends until the memory flashed back and you felt your stomach turn. There it was. The guilt was finally settling in as Jaemin squeezed your thigh under the table while he entertained whatever conversation they were now engaged in. How could Doyoung just sit there, as if nothing had ever happened. Was what he did just something to overlook?

You couldn't have been more wrong as Doyoung’s thoughts were completely scattered from the very moment he saw you in your tennis outfit. He was engaging in conversation but wasn't really retaining any information. He couldn't help himself but to steal glances at you from the other end of the dining table. Doyoung thought he was being subtle enough until he felt a tap on his shoulder from none other than Johnny Suh.

“Gonna take a smoke break, wanna join ?”

Doyoung stepped onto the balcony that overlooked the pool area as he twirled his red wine in his glass and exhaled deeply.

“Doyoung Doyoung Doyoung, you dog” Johnny blew a cloud of smoke into the sky as he erupted into laughter, “I didn't think you had it in you buddy.” “What are you talking about?” Doyoung muttered, leaning against the marble balustrade. Doyoung’s eyes shifted to the window making sure no one was paying attention especially since Johnny’s voice was the equivalent to a megaphone.

Johnny took a step closer with a smirk spread across his face, “Doyoung, do you know who you're talking to ? I am the King of reading the room, especially when it comes to sneaky glances at your good friend’s hot daughter.” Doyoung’s jaw tightened again and he looked back into the restaurant before gulping down the last of his wine.

“I don't know what youre talking about,” he answered coldly.

Johnny narrowed his brows and cleared his throat, “Okay so she walks in, directs a very weird innuendo at you after you two played golf alone all day and you two have been eye-fucking each other for the past half hour.”

“Would you lower your damn voice ?!”

“So it's true ?”

Doyoung ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and pulled Johnny aside. He had no choice but to come clean but luckily for him Johnny would never ever spill the beans on his adultery seeing as Doyoung had been hiding Johnny’s string of affairs for ages. Yes there were more than one and no his now ex wife and all his friends have no idea about them.

“She baited me” Doyoung wet his bottom lip, “came up to me like a fucking minx and I-”

“You fucked her on the golf course ?” Johnny asked amusingly.

“No,” Doyoung deadpanned, “I…used my fingers for a bit but the caddy interrupted.”

Doyoung hated the smug look that spread across Johnny’s face and honestly actually explaining the situation only made him feel more guilty. He was the older, more mature one; this was entirely his fault and not yours at all.

“That’s your son’s friend oh my God you're worse than me” Johnny grinned and Doyoung turned back to look at you in a hearty conversation with his son and your friends. Johnny was right. This was so much worse than whatever he has done, but he could end it right here right now.

“It’s not going to happen again, I made sure to get my point across to her very quickly” Doyoung chewed on lip.

“Oh please, you said your wife hasn't given you any in a long time and I still have the divorce papers you filed for last-”

“Throw them away” Doyoung cut Johnny off.

“What ?!” the taller man exclaimed.

“There’s no need, I'm not going through with it” Doyoung replied calmly despite his thoughts still scrambling about both his marriage and you. Johnny ashed his cigarette and shook his head as the two of them entered the restaurant.

“Whatever man, all I know is that just a small taste of that kind of adrenaline doesn't go away that easily.”

Doyoung slipped back in his seat and put on his best smile but Johnny’s words still stuck with him like a thorn in his side.

Would he be able to stop ?

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A few days had passed since the golf course incident and you were grateful that your dad had been entertaining his friends on his own as they attended seminars and did God knows what until late hours of the night. It was one of those nights where all the parents had gone out to one of the bars at the resort and you and your friends figured you’d also drink the night away.

“God Sungchan I swear if you don't finish your drink I will push you into this pool” Haechan threatened as the younger boy grimaced at the taste of his 8th drink of the night. Honestly having all of them around this year wasn't that bad because usually you'd either be babysitting your parents or drinking with the resort staff.

You sipped your cocktail and danced along to the music blaring from the poolside bar in your Miu Miu two piece wrapped in a mesh skirt. Jaemin threw his arm around you and you could tell by his slurred words and sloppy kisses that he was needy.

“Are you not fucking Haechan tonight ?” you rolled your eyes.

“Don't ever say that again” Jaemin groaned while his hands ghosted over your thighs and moved to grope your ass.

“Ew get a room” Chenle spat and you sighed. As much as you’d love to get railed right now you couldnt stand that this arrangement with Jaemin only worked when he was in the mood rather than it being mutual. You already knew he’d be in your room for the night and you won't see him the entirety of the next day unless you were out looking for him.

“Yeah totally not in the mood doll” you pried his hands off your figure and took a sip of your drink, “you should call it a night, don't want to be hungover when you have a pc to build.”

Jaemin never bothered to argue back. He knew how stubborn you could be and honestly he needed to get Haechan back to the bungalow before he ended up swearing at the bartenders. You waved off Jaemin, Haechan and Chenle who went along since his accommodation was on that end anyway while you took care of Sungchan.

“You all good there buddy?” you joined him on one the loungers as he gulped down his third glass of water.

“I'm alright, sorry i'm still getting used to the whole alcohol thing” he smiled sweetly.

You giggled and tutted in response, “don't force yourself if you don't want to, Haechan may think he is the boss around here but trust me he’s a pushover.”

Sungchan nodded shyly until you saw his eyes perk up. You followed his gaze and from all people in this entire goddamn resort in walks Johnny Suh and Kim Doyoung.

Just great.

“Hey Nephew” Johnny greeted, his face absolutely red indicating he was definitely more drunk than his dear nephew right now.

You looked up at Doyoung briefly who just stood awkwardly while Johnny babied his nephew, smothering him in hugs and compliments. Sungchan stood up and stabilised his uncle, praying he wasn't going to be stubborn about heading back to their bungalow.

“Come on Uncle Johnny, time for bed” Sungchan held him by his waist while Johnny pinched his cheeks and coddled the younger boy.

“Doyoung isn't my nephew just the cutest ? He's the cutest right ?” Johnny slurred as Sungchan bid his farewell to you and guided Johnny back to their bungalow.

You wasted no time in making sure there were no awkward silences and grabbed a new drink from the bar and began heading down a dimly lit path. You couldn't look at him. Especially since he had ignored your existence for most of the week.

“Where are you going ?” he questioned, as you heard his footsteps follow close behind.

“To the beach, leave me alone” you replied carelessly. Did he expect you to respect him as your father’s friend after the stunt he pulled ?

“You are not going to the beach in the middle of the night drunk and on your own” he lectured, still following you down the path until the two of you reached the white sandy area that met the moonlit shore.

He watched attentively as you turned around and removed the mesh skirt as you soaked in the moonlight and the salty sea breeze.

��You're not my father Mr Kim” you groaned, “I can do whatever I want.” “Do your parents know where you are right now ?” Doyoung questioned as he shook the sand that filled up his sandal.

You walked over to one of the beach recliners sighing that the umbrellas were all down and sat down your drink on the table. “My parents think I'm at the overnight spa, smart of me don't you think ?” you smirked as you struggled to open the umbrella that was twice your size.

Doyoung massaged his temples before walking over and helping you open the umbrella before taking a seat on the opposite recliner. He knew he was doing the right thing by taking care of you while you were acting recklessly, but a part of him wondered if being around you in that scantily clad bikini and the amount of alcohol running through his veins and yours, was a good idea.

“What are you drinking ?” Doyoung watched you take a sip of your cocktail as you laid back in the recliner and crossed your legs.

“Rum and Coke” you replied, handing him the drink.

You were amused by how much he drank, and watched as he set the glass aside and shook his leg anxiously while his entire body tensed up.

“For someone who told me that I'm too tense you're really one to talk” you commented and pointed to his fidgeting fingers and anxious leg. Doyoung quickly took notice of his actions and gathered himself. He turned his focus to the dark sea, while you studied him wondering what the hell was going through his head right now.

“You know any normal married man would be back home laying next to his wife after a drunken night” you sighed and Doyoung’s eyes quickly darted to yours.

“I'm here to make sure you get home safely,” he said in a calm tone.

“Oh please” you scoffed, “you had no idea I was out here until you guys stumbled across us at the bar. Mr Kim it seems like you love to keep your distance from your wife regardless whether I'm here or not.”

Doyoung’s jaw tightened at your words. He knew you were not taunting him because everything you mentioned was pretty much how it's been for the past few months in his marriage. Most of the time he met with your family on his own and your father had always commented on how divided the two of them had become after Jeno had turned 18.

“Its probably why youre so needy too, when was the last time youve even fucked anyone ?”

“Is this a joke to you ?” Doyoung retorted, “Do you not see how wrong this is ?”

You rolled your eyes, finishing the last of the drink, and sat it back on the wooden side table.

“Honestly I dont,” you shrugged, “I did at first ofcourse, hell Ive been wanting to fuck you since my 18th birthday but now that I know youre miserable in your marriage I dont see the harm in it.”

Doyoung pondered on your words and of course he was miserable but his reasoning for coming onto you wasn't because he needed a quick fix. God he saw beautiful women at so many investor parties but nobody had him riled up like you did. For him though it was your 21st birthday, when you wore that Elie Saab sequin dress and you carried yourself with such poise and class that he’d never taken notice of before. There was always a mystery surrounding you and with that neverending curiosity he disciplined himself into keeping his distance.

That was until a few days ago.

“You’ve been wanting me since then ?” Doyoung asked in that low voice that always hit the right spot.

You pushed yourself up from the recliner and stood up to hover over him. Doyoung’s eyes dragged over your body until his eyes locked with yours as you placed your thumb under his chin.

“Oh Mr Kim I fantasise about having you every…single..night” you mused and with that you pressed your lips against his and sighed into the passionate kiss. Doyoung quickly pulled you into his lap, his lips never leaving yours as you straddled him and immediately gripped onto his dark locks.

“I'm not going to be able to stop this time y/n” Doyoung groaned into your neck as you pushed your body further down into his lap, already feeling his hardened member against your clothed core.

“Don't stop…please dont stop” you moaned into his kisses as he grabbed your ass and buried his face into your chest, littering your collarbone and breasts with kisses. You both knew that taking your time would only raise concern so you were in agreement that it needed to be done as soon as possible.

You fiddled with his dress pants as he unbuttoned his shirt revealing the very toned body you were suspecting. God the sight of him alone like this could've made you orgasm. Doyoung quickly pushed down his pants and then suddenly pulled away.

“Fuck…Fuck!” he cursed.

“What is it ?” you looked around thinking one of the employees was lurking around.

“I don't have protection. '' Doyoung looked up at you and bit down on his lip.

“God i'm on the pill please just fuck me already” you whined and returned your lips to his desperate to regain the momentum you had earlier on.

“Are you sure this is okay sweetheart ?” He asked once again his voice filled with concern. God the age difference thing was really showing right now because everyone around your age was careless and dumb. Any guy in their 20s (and probably Johnny Suh) would be ecstatic to know they'd be able to do it raw.

You found his concern endearing.

“Do whatever you want Mr Kim, I just need you inside me” you whispered and Doyoung literally felt dizzy with ecstasy at your lewd words. He quickly responded by pushing aside your bikini bottom and rubbed circles on your clit before entering two digits into your core, preparing you for what's to come.

You were so lost in the magic he was putting in his fingers that you almost gasped at the difference when he inserted his member inside you. He was much bigger than you imagined and the biggest you ever had. He was right when he said he’d ruin you.

“Oh my fuck-” you moaned in his ear as Doyoung guided your hips to ride him. He wasnt sure if it was the impromptu fuck, the lack of sex he’s had recently or the girl on top of him right now but it was a fucking hell of a experience. You moved your hips roughly against his, expertly making circles with your hips as you built up your orgasm. Doyoung’s moans were like music to your ears as he groaned according to your movements as his nails dug into your thighs.

“Doyoung im-”

“Is my angel close hmmm” he hummed and the pet name just inched you closer to your high. Doyoung moved his hand to the front so his thumb had access to your clit, stimulating you until you were ready to give in. Doyoung watched in awe as you beautifully threw your head back and came so hard on his cock that he wished he could do it again almost immediately.

You rode out your high and to Doyoung’s surprise you removed yourself from his lap and settled between his legs. Your hand grabbed hold of his member as you looked up at him and pumped his member.

“You know, so you don't have to stress about coming inside me,” you brought your face down to meet his tip, “well coming inside me in a different way.”

Doyoung leaned back in his seat and grabbed a fistful of your hair as you went to work on his length. He knew he wouldn't last long, not with already fucking you and now with your tongue skillfully pleasing him. You hollowed your cheeks as your hand met your speed and the grip on your hair signalled that he was close.

“Fucking hell” was all Doyoung could say when he finally released in your mouth and with heavy eyes watched you swallow every bit of him.

“We should get back before they close up the bar” you said, straightening up your hair and outfit.

“Yeah we should” Doyoung agreed and buttoned up his shirt and tucked himself back into his pants. God he wished he could at least help clean you up and lay in bed with you but unfortunately that could never be on the agenda. He honestly had no idea what to say or what to do. The two of you walked in silence until you reached the bungalows, making sure to stay in the shadows just in case anyone was awake at this hour.

“Well good night I guess” you folded your arms, slightly embarrassed that regardless of what you said you still felt a pang of guilt and jealousy that he still wasn't yours for the night.

You were about to walk off when Doyoung grabbed onto your arm and turned you to face him. He placed a kiss on your forehead and then a softer one on your lips.

“Meet me tomorrow at the squash court at 2:30,” he whispered as his thumb stroked your cheek, “Only if you want to though.”

You nodded and smiled up at him before finally parting ways and leaving both of you revisiting one of the most incredible nights of your life.

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The next morning you took your time to get ready, completely avoiding the voices of your hungover parents downstairs. You knew they'd pester you about where you were, what time you got home and most importantly who was the last person you were with last night.

That was the last thing you needed to be questioned about.

“Princess are you done pampering up, we're going to the gym” you heard Haechan’s grating voice call from outside your balcony. Of course you still had to pretend you wanted to hang out with them today but it just gave you a better alibi to showing up at the squash court. You quickly slipped into a cute Ralph Lauren polo shirt and bike short set and doused yourself with your Chanel no.5 before heading out to meet your friends.

“God I can smell you a mile away” Chenle dramatically coughed as the five of you strolled down to the fitness centre.

You sighed and stretched your arms above your head, “It's called perfume, you should try it sometime” you teased and the boy stuck out his tongue in return.

“Hey did you get home okay last night ?” Sungchan tapped your shoulder looking down at you sheepishly, “I needed to get Uncle Johnny home before he decided to extend his drinking hours.” You waved your hand and hooked arms with the taller boy, giving his bicep a tight squeeze as you stepped into the air conditioned wellness centre.

“It’s all good I went straight home anyway” you lied.

You and your friends were already welcomed with green juice, herbal tea and smoothie selections by the staff while you scouted the area for where you might bump into Doyoung. The centre was quite vacant, I guess not everybody could recover as fast as your family and friends as drinking to your limits never delayed the schedule of the next day. You walked through the essential oil aroma of all the various spa treatments until you finally reached the gym and caught your first glimpse of Doyoung laughing along with the rest of the parents.

God he looked extra hot today in just a pair of black track pants and a fitted white tee.

“Dude your uncle is jacked” Haechan gaped at Johnny Suh who was walking around in just a pair of training shorts, his sweaty toned body on display for everybody. God knows why. It's not like you didn't think he was hot, you would be stupid to think otherwise, but Mr Suh was never your type. He never had the sex appeal that Mr Kim had.

“Hey kids!” your dad waved as you all strolled over to join the gathering. You put on a friendly smile as your mom already pulled you into her side and gushed to the other mothers about how thankful she was to have a daughter or something along those lines. Your mother spoke but you avoided Mrs Kim’s eyes completely, while flashes of last night kept running through your mind.

“How about you gym buffs finish up and we’ll meet for lunch later” Mrs Qian spoke even though she knew her husband would rather join in on spa treatments than play any form of sport.

“Why are we doing sports on a vacation again ?” Kun Qian sighed as Johnny shoved a racket in his hands. “Come on now Kun, you gotta look good for Mrs over here” Johnny winked as Mrs Qian giggled shyly. Johnny Suh was truly a menace for any married woman.

“Well I'm guessing you're going to sweat it out with the boys” your mom fixed the headband on your head and sighed, “My dear daughter thrives on competitive sports, especially when it’s beating her own dad in them.”

“Not this time honey, I'm feeling lucky” your dad ended with his infamous catchphrase before he’d probably rage quit later on.

“Alright so I’ll be playing basketball with the fit young guys” Johnny threw his arms around both Jaemin and Chenle who both looked enthused by this idea. “Sure then I guess Kun, Doyoung, y/n and I will head to the squash courts” your father saluted Johnny as he began making his way to the back of the gym where a row of brightly lit squash courts lined up.

“Are we playing singles or doubles ?” Doyoung asked as he grabbed a baseball cap to push away the loose strands that fell over his forehead. He was pretty composed for someone who was literally fucking you raw on a beach a few good hours ago. You wondered what was going through his mind now that you showed up to his invitation.

“Doubles, my daughter and I verse you and Kun” your father called over an employee to bring over a few iced bottles of water. Your father suggested a round with each opponent and tally the score after.

Everyone agreed to the plan and you had your first round with Kun who was a pleasant opponent that always complimented your serves no matter how lazy they were eventually becoming. You liked Kun. He was such a good husband and father that you believed he truly set a standard for men everywhere. You always wondered how he even dealt with your father and his erratic friends but clearly it never bothered him.

“I'm going to talk your father into a quick foot spa before we get onto the next round” Kun said cheekily and you smiled sweetly as the two of you stepped into the hallway for the opponent swap.

“Did she go easy on you Kun ?” Your dad came over and high-fived you while Doyoung rolled his eyes. “Well you'd have to bet that she destroyed Kun after the beating I gave you” he said, the cockiness yet again in his voice drove your arousal.

“We both did just fine” Kun snapped back, “I'm just going to rest up a bit before the next round if you are planning on drinking tonight again.”

“Okay old man,” your dad conceded and followed Kun, “You guys coming with or going on with the game ?”

Doyoung waved his hand, “I know you two will never come back and I need to get my fitness in, go ahead.” He waited until the hallway was clear and followed you inside one of the courts in silence. There was tension in the air now that he was finally alone with you.

As soon as he was certain the two of you were alone Doyoung backed you up against the corner of court, a blind spot from both the entrance, hallway and the cameras above. He exhaled deeply as he grabbed onto your thigh, pushing your legs apart and settling his own leg in between for you to nestle on his toned thigh. His slender fingers ghosted up your body until his thumb brushed over your pouty lips, awaiting to meet his.

“I thought about you all night” he whispered before leaning in and peppered kisses along your jawline. He smelled exquisite, and you had no idea that you were already unconsciously rubbing your heat up and down his thigh.

“Why’d you ask to meet here?” you whimpered into his touch, “we could get caught very easily.” Doyoung silenced you by pressing his lips against yours passionately, moaning into the kiss as he slipped his tongue inside and wrapped his hand around your neck ever so delicately.

“I thought I’d be able to control myself in a public setting and we could sneak out after, but I can't help myself” Doyoung pushed you harder onto his thigh and snaked his hand around you to grab onto your ass. He seemed way less in control than the first two times you two were in a situation like this. It was so out of his character to be the one to initiate such intimacy especially when his family were literally just a stroll down the hallway.

Doyoung had worked himself up to the point you thought he was going to recreate the golf incident but something quickly brought him to his senses and he immediately stepped back and neatened himself while his eyes shifted to the entrance of the court.

“What’s going on ?” you frowned and looked into the empty hallway and back to the man who just had his tongue down your throat a few seconds ago.

“We cant do this, what the fuck this is just..its too much!” he was pacing the court and biting on his nail as if sanity had just hit him.

You groaned in frustration and gained some sort of composure before approaching the older man. “Are you serious right now ? you can't just do that and then tell me youre chickening out” you spoke in a low voice obviously frustrated that he was still so indecisive regardless of what had happened last night.

“Everytime I see you it's like I throw away my morals and then reality just…hits me” Doyoung frowned and his words really pissed you off, rightfully so.

“So what am I huh ? someone you can use until reality just hits you ?” you snapped back feeling your face heat up, “I have feelings too you know and I thought I made it very clear last night.”

Doyoung became stoic. You watched him grab a racket and ball from the floor as he got into position on the other end of the court.

“Let's Play” he said in a cold tone.

“Youre fucking unbelievable” you cursed and pushed open the clear door making your way back to your bungalow and as far away from Kim Doyoung as you possibly could. You hated that for him it was purely just physical and you had to deal with the emotional side to all of this. You had no idea how much you liked him until his attention drifted from you, until he was showing some affection to his wife or when he was just purely existing in the same space as you.

You hated it. You absolutely hated having feelings for Kim Doyoung.

You spent most of the day locked up in your room, catching up your best friend on the whole ordeal to which she just said ‘find someone new to fuck with and get over it’. It was easier said than done. Jeno was completely out of the question seeing as he was the son of the man you were trying to get over. Most of the employees were annoying frat boys and you weren't sure if any man would be able to satisfy you the way Mr Kim did.

“Honey get ready, we're having dinner at the Greek place tonight” your mother called from downstairs and you inwardly groaned. What was with these people and doing almost everything together. Sighing you got ready anyway because missing a dinner would not only have your parents nagging you about it you’d also be letting Doyoung know that the quarrel you had earlier was a lot more serious than you wanted him to think.

You needed him to know that you didn't care and you were going to be the one to move on. Pulling out your Versace black cocktail dress or the revenge couture collection as your friend calls it, you made your way down to dinner making sure to keep your head up high and your attention off Mr Kim entirely.

You hoped.

“You guys finally made it” Johnny Suh’s voice boomed from the grand table that was set up on the fairy lit private deck at the back of the quaint restaurant. You began making your way over to your friends when you noticed an extra man had now joined the festivities and boy was he something.

He looked around your age, dressed in Prada with his hair slicked back which emphasised his sculpted face with the prettiest set of dimples you'd ever seen. His eyes immediately locked with yours as you took the seat across him and his lips curled into a friendly smile.

“Good evening everyone” you greeted and Sungchan quickly cleared his throat and gestured at the man seated next to him. “y/n this is my older brother Jaehyun, Jae this is y/n” he introduced the two of you and the man reached over the table to shake your hand.

“You're the infamous y/n then” he smiled, his voice was low and utterly charming.

“Infamous ?”

“Well,” he shrugged, “the beautiful heir to this luxurious resort, best believe you're talked about.”

You blushed at his words ignoring the irrelevant comment from Haechan and continued getting to know Johnny Suh’s other nephew, a true god sent distraction from Kim Doyoung. The two of you spoke for hours. You learnt that Jaehyun was an up and coming actor, and his family were in the textile industry. His hobbies were photography and collecting vinyls from his favourite artists all the way down to his great grandfather's favourites. You also learnt he frequented Milan for fashion shows, and it was his favourite city in the world. A place he already offered to give you a personal tour of.

“You know I heard that he goes to Milan just to fuck these old rich women” Haechan whispered as the two of you snuck around the back of the resort for a smoke.

“Why would he need to, he’s too rich to be a sugar baby” you rolled your eyes and drew in the freshly lit cigarette.

“Bro is just a milf hunter, it gives him bragging rights and those cougars love it” Haechan grabbed the cigarette from your fingers and brought it up to his own lips. You peaked around the corner and watched as Jaehyun conversed with the rest of the men, laughing along with their jokes. He looked so innocent compared to the perverse things you were now hearing about him.

“Probably runs in the family, streets already calling him Johnny Suh’s prodigy” Haechan ashed out the cigarette and used a tester cologne to mask the smell.

“God he is so hot though, you think he could retire milf hunting for just one night ?” you smirked as the two of you made your way back up to the restaurant. Haechan gave you a pat on the back as he followed your gaze back to Jaehyun.

“If he’s anything like his uncle he probably already fantasised you underneath him during dinner.”

All the scandalous chats with Haechan and the obvious flirting with Jaehyun completely grabbed your attention from Doyoung and you almost forgot about the argument earlier on. You took the opportunity to steal a glance but to your surprise his eyes were already on you and he barely bothered to look away. His stare was dark as he twirled his whiskey glass in his hand and ignored the conversations that were happening around him.

“Honey the girls and I are all packed and off to the overnight spa” His wife interrupted his stare and he gave her a sweet smile and never bothered to share his plans for the night. That's the kind of relationship they had. No questions, no suspicions, just a facade for the friends and family that everything was perfect.

The ladies said goodbye to their tipsy husbands and thanks to your white lie that you already spent time at the spa the previous night you got away scot free from the outing. Haechan, Chenle and Sungchan decided to hang out at the arcade with Jaemin following close behind, seeing as you hadn't paid him any attention thanks to the appearance of Jaehyun. Which meant it was just you, Jaehyun and your father’s friends still lingering around the restaurant and bar for the rest of the night.

“So y/n what do you guys do for fun around here ?” Jaehyun shot back the last of his drink and leaned back into his seat looking so goddamn inviting.

“Well,” you held up your glass, “we drink, we play sports nobody cares about and we complain about our embarrassing parents.” Jaehyun followed your eyes to your father doing his best impression of what looked like the moonwalk and chuckled.

“Hey he’s pretty good!” he mused while you shook your head and stood up.

“You wanna get out of here?”

You and Jaehyun strolled around the empty courtyards as all the restaurants started packing up for the night. The summer night finally began cooling down and Jaehyun’s body seemingly got closer as the two of you walked around aimlessly.

“Why don't we take a little pitstop?” Jaehyun smirked and pulled you behind one of the restaurants where both of you were out of sight to onlookers. You could tell he was an expert in these circumstances, he definitely was a man who always got what he wanted.

Consensually of course.

“I heard something about you” you bit down on your lip as he began giving you butterfly kisses along your jaw and down the nape of your neck. Jaehyun hummed as you felt him smirk against your skin. “Hmmm and what did you hear about me ?”

“That you’re a milf hunter” you giggled as he licked the weak spot he found just under your ear. Jaehyun pulled back and an amused smile spread across his face. “A milf hunter ?” he repeated your words as if it was the first time he was accused of such.

“I mean I generally meet older women,” he added, “but I don't actively search for….milfs.”

“So I'm not just a second choice for tonight then ?” you mused, pulling him back to your body by his half buttoned dress shirt. Jaehyun licked his lips as he stared down at you and his large hands massaged your thighs while you moaned in his touch.

“I came all this way after Sungchan sent me pictures of you guys hanging out, baby i'm here because of you” Jaehyun lifted your face to bring you into a deep sensual kiss that figuratively and literally had you weak at the knees. The kiss was amazing but it was still sub par in comparison to Mr Kim. Jaehyun was a lot like the guys you've met at country clubs and student events. They were all drop dead gorgeous but lacked the experience, the class you craved. The type that came natural to someone like Kim Doyoung.

God you were thinking about him while another man, your rebound was practically worshipping you right now.

“You wanna come back to my place ? my uncle won't say anything” Jaehyun asked in between breathy kisses while he tried to hike your dress up for better access.

You ran through the pros and cons of the indefinite possibility that Johnny Suh’s big mouth might spill your escapades to your father despite his nephew trusting him this much. The only pros you could think of were getting fucked by Jeong Jaehyun and possibly getting over Mr Kim.

Possibly.

While you were in a mini dilemma Doyoung’s mind was a mess. He obviously couldn't let go of how you had left him at the squash court earlier and secondly how you spent the majority of your night with Johnny Suh’s promiscuous nephew. He downed another round of brandy, wincing at the taste while his friends fooled around on the roulette tables.

With a free night away from his wife and the happy hallmark family agenda Doyoung assumed it was finally the night to let loose. But all he could think about was you and where you were right now. What were you doing ? Did you not want him anymore upon meeting Jaehyun ?

“Need a top up ?” Johnny tapped Doyoung’s shoulder and the dark haired man nodded and held out his glass. “Hey you good ? my man you’re free tonight be happy!” Johnny cheered but his smile turned into a frown when Doyoung just appeared more stressed than usual. “Hey is this about..” Johnny turned to look at your father, making sure he was at a good distance from the conversation, “y/n ?”

Doyoung nodded and Johnny sighed.

“It happened, we went too far and now all I can think about is my wife and my son,” Doyoung sighed, staring at the brown liquid in his glass. “I truly fucked up.”

“You know what's fucked up ? you and this trainwreck of a marriage” Johnny scoffed, irked at the fact that he had to have this conversation about his friend’s failed relationship once again. “She is not the reason your marriage is not working, honestly she has nothing to do with your marriage regardless.”

“I know I know” Doyoung responded and sipped his drink, “I just cant get her out of my mind.”

“My advice is spend actual time with her, not these little sneaky one hour sessions and see how you feel after” Johnny suggested and Doyoung was quite surprised that the advice Johnny had given wasn't a total waste of time.

“If you're genuinely interested in another woman, it will make signing those divorce papers much easier, that's all i'm saying” Johnny concluded and topped up his own glass with the remainder of brandy.

“What about her family, Jaemin God what would everyone say if-”

“We will get to that when it's serious enough” Johnny interrupted before Doyoung dug himself into more worries. “For now just figure out if you're finally ready to call it quits.”

Doyoung decided to take a walk to clear his mind and ponder on the advice Johnny had given him earlier. He knew very well that his marriage was pretty much doomed a few years back but he hated that he stuck around to the point where he felt guilty to be the first one to bring up a divorce. What was even worse was that during a conflict over dinner some time back Jeno had come up to him and told him he’d be okay if it happened and it was better than both of them pretending to be happy for other people.

It was that very conversation that prompted Doyoung to have the phone call with Johnny, ready to begin the divorce process but his sudden interest in you made him retract it. He felt insane. Careless. He made himself believe that he was only interested because he was unhappy in his marriage.

But of course that was never the case. You were different.

Doyoung stepped down into the courtyard and just as he was about to retreat he caught a glimpse of your figure that was partially lit by the overhead light of the restaurant. You were up against a wall, pinned against it by Jaehyun as he ravished your neck with kisses and you grabbed onto him for dear life enjoying every second of it.

Doyoung felt his body heat up at the sight of you with another man. He had never experienced that amount of jealousy and just pure anger up until this moment. Did he have a reason to be ? no. Could he have walked away and allowed you to do whatever you wanted seeing as you weren't his ? yes.

Was he going to ? not likely.

“Sorry, uhm Jaehyun ?” Doyoung cleared his throat causing you and Jaehyun to quickly move out of the shadows and gain some composure. Doyoung’s presence made you roll your eyes as Jaehyun approached his uncle’s friend unaware of the tension between the two of you.

“Oh hey Mr Kim” Jaehyun grinned and Doyoung’s jaw tightened as he took in your lipstick stains all over Jaehyun’s swollen lips and neck.

“Your uncle…He is looking for you…probably needs help getting back home seeing as Sungchan is preoccupied at the moment” Doyoung reported as his eyes briefly met yours.

Jaehyun looked back at you and shrugged. “Hey my offer is still open” he winked and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before moving his lips to your ear, “if you still want me just knock on my bungalow.”

You watched him say his goodbyes to Doyoung before quickly disappearing into the resort in search of his uncle and began your own journey home before you were interjected.

“y/n..” he held onto your wrist as you looked up at him.

“What ? you want to take over from where Jaehyun left off hmm ?” you raised your eyebrow, “you want to use me for about twenty minutes and go back to your happily married life ?”

Doyoung chewed on his bottom lip and exhaled deeply. “Look,” he began, taking a step forward, “I apologise for making you feel that way but please understand that was never my intention. I would never hurt you or purposefully disregard your feelings y/n” he loosened his hold on your wrist and caressed your cheek.

“A Lot of it is overwhelming but I've never done this before and you're not just some random hook up y/n, believe it or not I actually like you” Doyoung’s words made your cheeks heat up, not completely sure how to react to his confession.

“Now listen,” he continued, “I had time to think about it and If we're both on the same page that it's not just a physical attraction then I want to spend time getting to know you better.”

“But how would we-”

“I managed to get an extra room up at the hotel away from the bungalows and I'll schedule myself free time for ‘business meetings’ throughout the day for us to hang out” He answered by pulling out a hotel keycard as evidence.

“How did you get a room isn't it at all suspicious that you're not at your bungalow ?” you frowned, still trying to process everything he was suddenly offering you.

“Y/n, me sleeping in a different room let alone a different suite altogether than my wife is not all that surprising to anyone around me” he admitted as he stuffed the keycard back into his pocket.

“If your little white lies work as well as you say they do then this should be a breeze right ?”

Your head was muddled and you wondered if he was being genuine about getting to know you or just stringing you along until he had another guilt trip fiasco. You needed some type of leverage to not only save your feelings but to also prove that he was in this for real this time.

“If you change your mind and for whatever reason decide ‘this is too much’ during the rest of the vacation i'm going to come clean to both your wife and Jeno” you folded your arms and stood your ground.

“Sure, you have every right to” Doyoung answered, quicker than you expected him to. “Even though I will be going through a divorce in the possible future, if there is truly something between us, I'll sign the papers as soon as the vacation is over.” His words gave you goosebumps. He was absolutely serious. He was ready to go all in ?

You looked up into his almond eyes and nodded. “Deal.”

The next two weeks were probably some of the best moments of your life. Not only could you indulge in mind blowing sex with Doyoung but the two of you started to develop a genuine emotional relationship through your scandalous affair.

“What’s with this obsession with Greece y/n ?” Doyoung brushed the wet hair from your face as the two of you soaked your naked bodies in the spa bath of his hotel room.

“I love Greek mythology” you shrugged, “from the time my dad took me over there in elementary school, I had a school project on a Percy Jackson book” you giggled.

“I didn’t care much for the fantasies of Percy Jackson until I saw the real thing in Athens, it took my young breath away.”

Doyoung listened to your little story as he always did while watching the water droplets cascade down your shoulders and disappear into the soapy water. He finally felt relaxed for the first time in God knows how long.

You noticed you were babbling on and turned around to face him, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Are you daydreaming about screwing me while I was talking about a treasured memory ?” You raised your brow and Doyoung chuckled.

“Well I wasn’t thinking of it until you mentioned it just now”

You pulled him into a deep sensual kiss as you settled into his lap and sighed as he wrapped his delicate hands around your waist. Doyoung moved his lips down to your neck and nibbled on the sensitive skin, smirking when you moaned out his name. He loved hearing you praise him.

“Baby let’s move this to the bed” he whispered into your ear before pulling you out of the tub and quickly dried the two of you up before carrying you over to his bedroom.

“Someone wants to take his time tonight” you hummed and Doyoung gave your thigh a quick smack, ordering you to get on your stomach.

“That ass has been grinding up against me for the past hour and I can’t help but want to get a piece of it” his words made you wet in an instant as you slowly arched your back, giving him what he wanted.

Doyoung’s fingers danced across your spine and with his index finger he pressed into your core, sticking his tongue in his cheek as you already begged him for more. “Does my Angel want a little more?” He asked innocently as his second finger came in contact with your clit.

“Please more” was all you could say and Doyoung granted your wish, pushing two digits into your core and feeling your core clench around him. You loved when he took his time but you hated that you couldn’t last long when he did. You were already feeling an orgasm building way too early and quickly reached for his fingers and pulled away.

Doyoung chuckled darkly behind you and realised you weren’t going to hold on for long tonight and began lining up his member and pushing deep inside you. He sighed as you let out a gasp and gripped onto the bed sheets as he moved in and out of you in a brisk movement.

“That feels so good Mr Kim” you mewled, knowing it drives him insane in the best way possible when you refer to him formally in this type of setting.

Doyoung grabbed a fistful of your hair as he pounded into you. Your back arched in the best possible way for him to find your sweet spot. You were going delirious with ecstasy as his cold fingers moved to your throat and squeezed lightly. He was a professional in knowing what made you weak at this point.

“Come for me my Angel” Doyoung spoke between strokes and you could hear in the strain of his voice that he was close too.

Doyoung bit down on his lip as he watched you draw circles on your clit to help you finish. You were completely fucked out and he loved looking at you weak under his touch. Your pants became faster and Doyoung held on a little longer so you could cum all over him before pulling out of you and brought your mouth to his tip.

“Open up pretty” he swiped his thumb over your quivering lip and slipped his throbbing cock into your mouth until he finally came undone. Doyoung watched you swallow every bit of him until he was completely cleaned up and he stroked your head in satisfaction.

“Good girl.”

The next day you had plans with all the moms while Doyoung attended a few meetings with his friends. Everything was finally running smoothly until what you had feared most had already begun stirring.

Jaemin got a text from his mother to retrieve her ipad from his father’s suite, where she assumed it would be considering her husband only hired the suite for work related activities. Jaemin showed his identification to the hotel and headed up to the room until he realised that he didn't have keycard access. Mentally cursing himself he pulled out his phone in order to text his father until he heard a trolley park behind him.

“You need access to your dad’s room bro ?” the young bellboy smiled and held up the employee master key.

“Yeah thanks man” Jaemin nodded and watched the boy open the room for him and disappear down the hallway.

Jaemin stepped into the apartment and he immediately had an unsettling feeling fill his chest. From the unmade bed to the alcohol and chocolates spread across the coffee table, this looked a whole lot more than a ‘work suite’. Brushing it off knowing his parents have their issues anyway Jaemin began searching for the ipad. He slumped into the couch and looked in the crevices until he pulled out a very interesting piece of material.

“What the fuck ?” Jaemin murmured as he inspected the lingerie until the set started looking familiar to him. There was no way he thought. His heart began racing as he looked around the room once more and everything started to make sense. Your favourite chocolate, your favourite champagne left on the table. There was a new edition of Vogue magazine laying on the floor, the same one he saw you with at the pool the other morning.

Jaemin felt lightheaded. Who was he mad at more? Was it you ? the girl he was sleeping with just before the summer break or his father. The man that raised him and the man he respected. He was angry but reality hit when he realised he couldn't react. He couldn't cause a scene amongst the hundreds of socialites that could probably ruin his university reputation. This was how their lives worked. Everything needed to get buried before anyone outside their circle found out.

Jaemin sucked in a deep breath and left the room in silence. He needed to discuss this with the only person who could bury this messy affair.

His father.

While you were blissfully unaware of the shitstorm that was about to come, you happened to bump into Jaehyun and Mr Suh in one of the conference room lobbies. Both of them smiled down at you giving you an uneasy feeling that you couldn't explain.

“Looking for someone?” Johnny Suh smirked annoyingly.

“M-my father” you lied, “where is he ?”

“I think I saw him head over to the pool bar with Kun” Jaehyun draped his arm over your shoulder and escorted you very far from a confused Kim Doyoung who had just joined his friend Johnny Suh. The more you seemed to converse with Jaehyun the more awkward things had become. Since the night you made out with him you ofcourse cut it off after your deal with Doyoung, but you wondered why Jaehyun never bothered to question your sudden disinterest in him. He just moved on. You greeted him during dinners and said goodbyes when he left, that was about it.

“So where do you disappear to at odd hours during the day y/n ?” Jaeyhun brought you over to a table, pulling your chair close to him.

“You expect me to hang around Haechan and friends ? no thank you” you scoffed and Jaehyun stuck his tongue into his cheek and shook his head.

“You never answer my question sweetheart”

“Is it any of your business ?” you raised a brow and you hated the smug smile that spread across Jaehyun’s face. Him getting you heated probably got him off or something.

Jaehyun leaned in and you caught a whiff of his overpowering Tom Ford perfume. “I know you’re fucking Mr Kim so cut the innocent act” he smirked, enjoying seeing the fear that now filled your eyes. There was no point in denying since he probably found out from his loud mouth uncle who Doyoung admitted to letting in on your little secret.

“Like I said, that’s none of your business” you kept your cool, waving at a waiter to order something strong to keep your nerves down.

Jaehyun politely waited until your order was received and again leaned in close enough to make you tense up.

“Let me cut to the chase here y/n” Jaehyun began, “this little secret might be the juiciest story in the last few years and if it gets out your dad’s reputation, Mr Kim’s reputation…”

“Nothing is going to happen because no one is going to find out” you cut him off. Jaehyun raised his brow as if you just challenged him.

“Help me out and I’ll keep your dirty little secret” he leaned back in his chair and smiled as the waiter brought over your drinks. You glanced over Jaehyun, trying to figure out what he could possibly want when he practically had it all.

“Remember I mentioned that the only reason I’m here is because of you” Jaehyun sipped his drink, “well turns out there’s a lot of perks in dating the heir of this resort.”

“Oh really like what ?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“There’s this film I want to star in and the director is obsessed with wanting to come to this resort during these ridiculous networking vacations” Jaehyun explained, “Now I don’t have the power and neither does my uncle have a say as to who gets an invite, only your dad.”

You frowned as you tried following what he was getting at.

“Why can’t I just tell my dad to invite the guy why do I have to be dating you ?”

Jaehyun sighed and placed an arm around your waist. “Wouldn’t it be just romantic ?” He smiled, “y/n and Jeong Jaehyun met at her fathers resort and now she’s accompanying him to the Cannes film festival officially as his girlfriend.”

“You’re delusional” you rolled your eyes.

“And you’re fucking your boy toy’s father let’s not play the morality scale here sweetheart” he smirked and honestly you wished you could punch him in the face.

“Remember, your fathers entire empire could come crashing down” he added and you felt a shudder go down your spine.

“..how can I be so sure you won’t say anything after the festival is over?” You asked in a small voice. This felt like a dead end situation.

Jaehyun pulled out an envelope from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of you.

“My uncles a lawyer and I’ll make sure this little agreement between the two of us stays equal and authentic, no fine print.”

You couldn’t believe this was happening. One minute you were in paradise with Doyoung and now you’re in a law and order episode with Jaehyun. But you couldn’t risk it. Not for Mr Kim and definitely not for your parents. Image was absolutely everything in this socialite world and one little mistake could ruin it all.

“What were the two of you planning to do after he divorced his wife anyway ? Get married ?” Jaehyun chuckled dryly beside you.

That was another question that always kept you up at night. Yes he was going to divorce his wife and be with you but the two of you could never go public. Your parents would be livid plus the press would have a field day. You could be dropped in university for your actions, the sin count was endless.

Maybe there was no happy ending after all.

You signed Jaehyuns agreement and decided to retire to your bungalow before contacting Doyoung about everything that had just happened. This may even be the last night you could spend with him.

While you were wrapped in your own thoughts Jaemin watched as his father got ready for the dinner party your father was hosting tonight. Everyone was invited but Jaemin already felt sick to his stomach that he’d have to be in the presence of both you and his father.

“Dad, are you almost ready ?” He knocked on the door as he watched his father scramble for a necktie.

“Yeah yeah almost done son” Doyoung chuckled as he finally picked one out, “gotta look good for the last big dinner here.”

Jaemin leaned against the door frame as he watched his father spruce himself up. He actually never noticed how much his mood had changed since they had arrived. He was dressing nicer, he was smiling more and honestly just felt like his old self again.

Jaemin couldn’t stand that he knew the reason for his fathers happiness.

“Okay let’s head out!” Doyoung draped his arm over his son's shoulder as he met his wife at the entrance and they made their way over to the grand dinner party.

All the investors were there and it seemed like they kicked off the drinking festivities quite early as the restaurant was brimming with lively chatter and clinking of glasses. You decided that despite your sombre mood you’d still dress for the occasion and stepped out in a lacy Versace midi dress that you had been saving for the end of the trip.

“Hey y/n that milf hunter has been lookin- wow you look great!” Haechan’s eyes widened as he took a second to look at you.

“Thanks Haechan, who knew you’d be the least hated person on my trip this year” you nudged him playfully.

“Character development” he winked before realising what he came over for, “oh I was saying that Jae-“

“Hello y/n '' Jaehyun approached you in a Prada custom, you figured at this point he was probably sponsored since that's the only brand he wore the entire trip.

“Hi Jaehyun” you forced a smile as he gestured for you to take his arm. Your stomach churned as you watched him flash that gorgeous smile to all your fathers elite guests, all the older women gushing and giggling when he acknowledged their existence.

“What’s going on with your brother and y/n?” Chenle asked Sungchan who just shrugged as he was just as confused as the rest of them. Jaemin was especially confused. Could he have been wrong about the woman his father had seen ?

Doyoung was a bit distracted by all the guests but he managed to catch a little glimpse of you when you were being introduced to a board member by your father.

You looked breathtaking and he couldn’t wait to tell you that. He wished he could just steal you away just for a minute and have you all to himself. He wanted to pepper your skin with soft kisses and tell you how beautiful you were. He wanted to show you off to everyone here that you were his.

But Doyoung’s smile faded when he saw Jaehyun slip beside you and his hand was placed on the small of your back as he joined the conversation. Jaehyun was behaving differently. He was attached to your side and now he had the distaste of watching Jaehyun press his lips against your cheek.

“Whatever he is doing I am not involved” Doyoung snapped out of trance to Johnny's voice beside him. The taller man offered him a whiskey as they watched the scene from a distance.

“I thought you said he’s not interested in her,” Doyoung said as he winced at the taste of his whiskey.

“You know how these kids are” Johnny shrugged, “one day they’re fighting next day they’re fucking like rabbits.”

Doyoung shook his head at Johnny's crude words as he continued to observe the strange interaction. That was until Jaehyun had locked eyes with him and he sent him a wink.

God he knew.

“You told your nephew ?” Doyoung pulled Johnny aside who was still pretty much oblivious to everything that was unfolding.

“Told him what ?”

“What do you mean! You know what” Doyoung shot back the rest of his whiskey in frustration. “Johnny, did you tell your indecent moronic nephew about y/n and I ?”

Johnny thought about it for a second and then raised his hands in defence. “He must have overheard me on the phone or maybe I….mentioned it while I was drunk.”

“You’re unbelievable” Doyoung spat and shoved the glass into Johnny's hands before making his way out onto the terrace for a breath of fresh air.

Meanwhile you finally found an excuse to get away from Jaehyun who decided that his next target for the night was some film star from the 80s that he wanted as a mentor. You walked out into the courtyard and blew out a sigh of relief that you were finally free from that place.

“Y/n….”

You looked back and noticed Doyoung was making his way down from another exit, probably sick of this party as well. You were so happy to see him finally, he’s the only person you wanted to see tonight. Doyoung moved down a path that was dimly lit and away from anyone at the party and waited until you were able to make your way over to him.

“Doyoung” you practically ran into his arms as the two of you embraced tightly under the moonlit sky. You didn’t want to let him go. Especially after everything that had happened earlier on.

“y/n what is going on?” He asked with concern as he studied your face.

“That bastard ugh” you cursed, “Jaehyun knows about us and now he’s blackmailing me into dating him for some film feature.”

Doyoung felt a burning sensation in his throat. Having someone like Jaehyun in on the secret meant it was done, it was over for everyone involved.

“Should I talk to him, what he says something after ? I could-“

“No” you replied, pressing your hands to his chest. “He made me sign an agreement that he wouldn’t say anything, as long as I do a few PR couple things for him.”

“This is my fault I should’ve never told Johnny I should’ve -“

“It’s not your fault” you cut him off again, “this relationship we have is complicated and after speaking with Jaehyun I realised that it’s going to be difficult regardless if he knew or not.”

Doyoung licked his lips as he figured what you were getting at. He never thought about how hard it would be to even start seeing you in your day to day life once he was a divorced man. Your father and him might ruin a good business relationship and opportunities for you could be removed based on what the public opinion would be.

“So this ends here then” he said defeatedly as he watched you fight back a few tears.

“I wish it could be different” you replied and looked up into his comforting eyes. Doyoung leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was sweet and soft, it reminded you of the one night you were able to sleep over and finally fall asleep in his arms.

It wasn’t long until the kiss became intense, and Doyoung had you up against the stone wall pressing his body against yours as he ravished you with kisses. There was absolutely no way the two of you could sneak off so you were okay to get whatever little time the two of you had left. Doyoung pushed up your dress in a hurry as you undid his pants and got into a position that would give him easy access in the short space of time. Groaning as he entered you, Doyoung pushed your hair to the side and left open mouth kisses along your neck and jawline as he pounded into you, a few feet from your father’s dinner party.

“Doyoung I can't hold on any longer” you panted as you chased your orgasm. Doyoung planted a soft kiss on your cheek before quickening his pace and his soft whispers made you weak at the knees.

“Baby i'm going to fill you up and don't you worry this won't be the last time, I promise” he grunted until he finally released inside of you and quickly grabbed hold of your waist to help your balance. That was probably one of the best orgasms of your life and you wondered if you’d ever feel something like that ever again.

“Did you mean it ?” you asked in a soft voice as Doyoung helped you neaten up.

“That it won't be the last ?”

You nodded and he cupped your face with his large hands, smiling down at you.

“It's tough right now, but after things begin to settle we can try going on a little private vacation, just you and me” he promised with a kiss on your forehead, “look at it this way, being apart for a while will just build excitement to seeing each other again.”

You chuckled and nodded once more, softly embracing him before realising it was probably time to get back to the party. As you walked away you felt a lump develop in your throat because while his gesture was sweet, you honestly had no idea if you'd see him like this again. Doyoung shared your exact sentiments and only said what he said to give you a piece of mind.

He watched you walk off and decided to go in the opposite direction to use an alternate entrance when he noticed Jaemin had been sitting slumped on the terrace chair watching him make his way over.

“Son, what are you doing here?” Doyoung cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pocket to appear less nervous.

“Where were you dad ?” Jaemin deadpanned.

“I was..I was just-”

“How long have you been seeing y/n ?” Jaemin looked up at him and Doyoung’s chest felt heavy as his son looked at him with such disgust in his eyes.

“Jaemin what are you talking-”

“Look,” Jaemin cut his father off, “I went to your hotel room and figured it out, I didn't tell anyone and I don't plan to because I don't want to be embarrassed.”

Doyoung sighed and it felt like his entire world just crashed once more. From being a shitty husband the last thing on earth he ever wanted to be was a shitty father. He was selfish because he was unhappy in his marriage but not once did he consider how Jaemin would feel if, when he found out.

“I'm so sorry Jaemin, I really am and don't worry it started and ended on this trip” Doyoung tried to reassure the boy. “I made a huge fucking mistake because-”

“You wanted out of your marriage” Jaemin sighed and Doyoung nodded with guilt. Jaemin chuckled bitterly and looked off into the distance. “What’s more annoying is that Ive never seen you happier you know, I just assumed it was being away from the office.”

Doyoung listened intently as Jaemin shared his sentiments. “I cant believe the reason you had to suffer and stay in this awful marriage was probably because of me” Jaemin frowned and looked back at his dad, “Of course I hate that it was y/n but dad please live for yourself, I can't stand this person you have become in the last few years.”

Jaemin’s words surprised Doyoung but he hated that he didn't want him to think that you were the sole purpose for his new found joy. Being free was the root of his happiness and being with someone like you made him feel free.

“Look son, firstly us staying together was our choice and I apologise that you felt guilty for my change in character, that is not your fault and never will be” Doyoung reassured him and placed his hand on Jaemin’s shoulder, “y/n have ended what we have and shes with…Jaehyun now, don't worry about it okay?”

Doyoung would rather use Jaehyun’s blackmail to avert all attention all together and in turn that part of the deal seems more realistic and eventually everybody is happy. Almost everyone.

Jaemin felt a sense of calm that the affair was over and that you were moving on. He obviously hated Jaehyun but it was better to bury all of this and for it to never be revisited ever again.

“Okay cool” Jaemin finally said, “God I hate this resort.”

“That makes two of us.”

Back at the party you were practically on autopilot, doing the rounds of small talk with all of your father’s guests to distract your mind from Doyoung. This was what being a socialite was all about. Your lives were a mess just like anybody else but the media could only show the good side of it. The lavish parties, the power couples, the perfect children with the perfect grades.

That's all it ever was and will ever be.

The next day all bags packed you had your father’s closest circle had a grand breakfast then gathered in the lobby for the last goodbye.

“What a time huh?” Johnny Suh bellowed as he shook your father’s hand, “next time at the Maldives resort ?”

Were not fishing your drunk body out of the ocean Johnny” your father quipped as the two of them laughed in unison. You said your goodbyes to Chenle whose father was already rushing them into their car.

“Mr Qian is a true airport dad” Haechan shook his head.

“What is he late for ? He literally owns a private jet” Sungchan added.

You smiled as Jaehyun came over, you really played up the fake girlfriend thing because you had no idea what the psychopath was capable of next.

“Aw look at you, so sad to see me go” Jaehyun pouted as he moved a strand of hair out of your face.

“Hmm so sad” you gritted your teeth as you pulled him into a hug that involved a cheeky pinch to his side which only made him laugh. Jaehyun pressed his lips to your cheek and slipped his hand down to your lower back.

“Be a good girl now and I’ll be seeing you in New York next week” Jaeyhun smirked and made his way out with Sungchan and his uncle.

Jaemin shuffled awkwardly as it was now just your family, his and Lee Haechan. He watched as you and his father paid each other no mind as if nothing has or ever happened between the two of you. Doyoung tipped an employee that loaded their car and waited until his family had finished their goodbyes.

“Oh please do come to the next vacation, it was a pleasure having you” your mom hugged the Kims before Mrs Kim, her son and Haechan jumped into the vehicle.

“Yes Doyoung don't you dare go off and work in solitude like you always do” your father gave him a firm handshake.

“We shall see what the future holds,” Doyoung smiled before coming over to you. He almost felt like a stranger again with the way he stood his distance and held out his hand to you.

“I hope when you're not too busy we can play golf again” He smiled and you felt your heart flutter.

“I’ll let you know when my schedule is free Mr Kim.”

The End

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