#jung jaehyun x fem!reader

[angelwonie]

HEARTS ARE WON AT PRACTICE || jung jaehyun

PAIRING: football player!jaehyun x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 21.2k

GENRE(S): smut, fluff, enemies to friends to lovers

SUMMARY: jung jaehyun is an obnoxious, way too handsome footballer whom you have no intention of getting to know. at least until a series of coincidences forces you to spend time with him, and you realize there might be more to him than what meets the eye.

WARNINGS: smut [unprotected sex, praise, degradation, fingering, locker room sex, a little dumbification], jaehyun is hot, unfortunately

Getting hit in the head with a football definitely was not on your to-do list for today. 

It all happens so quickly. One minute you’re on your way home — walking down the path that coincidentally forces you to pass by the football field, side-eyeing the players whose egos have long ago surpassed whatever roof kept them in check before, and in the next a football shoots in your direction, hitting your head so hard you stumble a few steps backwards. It stings a little, but there’s no blood on your fingers when you retract them from your forehead, so you suppose it’s fine.  

You hear someone shout in the distance just then, the voice all too familiar even though you can’t make out the words he’s saying. And really, it doesn’t matter that much, either. What matters is that it’s him who just hit you in the head with a football, and the second you hear his voice it makes your heart stop. 

Jung Jaehyun. 

You could’ve recognized his voice from miles away. Not because you’re one of his pitiful fangirls, of course — there’s no way you’re associating yourself with the cheerleaders almost fainting when he enters the field to play. No, if it were up to you, you wouldn’t even know Jung Jaehyun exists. Unfortunately, though, you happen to be both his neighbor and have a best friend that fell head over heels in love with him last year. If your mom wasn’t gushing about how handsome Jaehyun was one day, Dahyun always made up for it. 

His voice shoots through the air again now, and this time, you look up. He’s far away, so you can’t hear him, only catch a glimpse of his red shirt, but after a second or two you come to realize he’s not even talking to you; he’s talking to his teammates. 

What an asshole, you think to yourself, almost scoffing as you look at him. Is he really so self-centered that he can’t apologize for kicking the ball into your fucking skull? Probably, if the fact that he rejected your friend without even looking in her direction is anything to go by. And though that happened almost a year ago, your friend still sometimes looks like she’s about to cry when you pass by the football field. At least you don’t have to listen to her rant about how sexy his thighs are anymore.

Shaking your head, you start walking again, now much more eager to get home than ever. 

You make it approximately ten steps before you hear his voice again, much closer than before. It’s soft, but deep — the kind of voice that makes girls fall to their knees — and unfortunately, also loud enough for your head to whip around instinctively. 

“Y/N, wait!” 

You stop walking and look at him. He’s still in his uniform, shirt clinging to his upper body and face glistening in sweat. The sun is high up in the sky, reflecting in his eyes as he looks at you, his uneven breath a sign that he’s been practicing for a long time. Not that it’s surprising — you’re certain that boy doesn’t have anything to his personality other than being a good football player. And being objectively handsome. His lips quirk up in a small smile when he sees you’ve halted your walk, but what catches your attention are his words. 

He said your name. 

It shouldn’t come as a surprise since you’ve lived close to each other for many years, but you’ve never spoken to him, and he hasn’t so much as looked in your direction before. Now he’s looking, though. And as much as you hate to admit it, you can see where all of those fangirls are coming from. His eyes rest on you softly, like a cheek pressed against a fluffy pillow, but he’s nowhere near absent-minded, that much is obvious from the small hint of worry in his gaze. Whether that is worry for you or his reputation as the best player on the team, you're not sure. 

You hear his breathing even out, and it makes you realize you’re still standing without moving, waiting for him to say something. 

“Are you okay?” he finally asks, pushing his wet hair back in a way that looks much more attractive than it needs to. “I really didn’t mean for it to hit you.”

“Maybe you should work on your aiming skills, then,” you tell him, watching as his face contorts into an offended expression. He looks half-mad, half-confused, with his eyes blinking down on you and jaw clenched just slightly. It makes you wonder whether anyone has ever told him to work on his aim before. Probably not. “I’m fine, though.”

You begin walking again, leaving Jaehyun behind. No other sounds than the weak wind reach your ears, and you wonder if he’s going back to the football field. Not that you really care. You’re just curious. 

It only takes another five seconds for you to find out. 

“Are you sure?” Jaehyun’s shoulder brushes over yours as he catches up to you. Caught off guard, you jump a little, and his lips spread in a smile — a full one this time, teeth on display and eyes crinkling. It’s the same smile he wears when his team wins a game, you realize, before you can stop your thoughts from running. “That you’re fine, I mean. I kicked it pretty hard.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” you roll your eyes in annoyance. Is this guy waiting for some confirmation that yes, he did kick it hard, and yes, it did hurt? Wasn’t that much obvious from how you almost fell flat on your face in front of the whole football team? “I’m alright, so you can just go back and finish your game.”

“We finished it already,” he pushes his hair away from his face again — why is he even doing that if it just falls back either way? — and walks in front of you to block you from walking any further. You glare at him, but either he doesn’t notice, or he ignores it completely. “Are you sure you’re okay? It looks like a bruise is forming here.” 

And before you can even react, he leans down so his face is on level with yours and brings his thumb to lightly trace above your brow, where the football hit you earlier. It didn’t ache at all before, but now it tingles where he touches you, like your skin setting on fire. Except it doesn’t hurt, it’s just… different. And unexpected. Really unexpected. That’s what you blame everything on as you keep on standing, not flinching away from his touch though you have no idea why. 

“Does it hurt?” 

His voice brings you back to reality, and you blink up at him in surprise. “No.” 

Cringing internally at how meek your voice sounds, you shake your head and take a step back, that warm feeling fading away from your face the moment his skin isn’t on yours anymore. 

“No, I said I’m fine already.” 

You sigh, picking up the walk again and scrunching your nose up when Jaehyun walks by your side. The last thing you need right now is some overconfident footballer to ruin your day. You can already feel the headache coming along. 

A few moments pass by in silence and you look over at the woods surrounding the path. Some flowers have started to bloom, filling the grass with colors. You catch a glimpse of Jaehyun looking at you, then following your gaze that rests on the flowers. Your eyebrows lift in surprise as he strays from the path and walks onto the grass, starting to pick flowers. He looks like he’s taking this very seriously, pondering for a second or two before he chooses a flower. You almost want to burst his bubble and tell him these flowers probably won’t impress the kind of girls he surrounds himself with, but you decide it’ll be funnier if he makes a fool out of himself later. 

He returns to the path like nothing happened, the small bouquet of flowers dangling in his hand. It’s only now that you notice you stopped walking to watch, so you speed up again, hoping to God he didn’t notice or get the wrong idea. 

“So,” he begins, and you feel like dying. This is going to be a long walk home. “You coming to the game on friday?”

You turn your head to the side and look at him. “No way. Football games are the most boring things in the world.”

It’s not a complete lie — you don’t like watching football at all, especially when all the players walk around with those looks on their face that make it obvious they think they’re better than everyone else. Like the one Jung Jaehyun is wearing right at this moment. 

“Even if the players are handsome?” 

You scoff at his shit-eating grin. If this is how he talks to every girl then you’ll have to take back what you said earlier — you have no idea where all those fangirls come from. Unless you only care about looks, there’s nothing to this guy at all. 

“If only they were,” you sigh overly dreamily, hoping it'll make him annoyed and he’ll shut up. 

Except he does the exact opposite. He starts laughing. It’s loud, strong — you suppose his confidence transfers to his laugh, too — and unfortunately for you, pleasant to listen to. But that’s just an observation, obviously. 

He chuckles for a solid thirty seconds before the laughter fades into a wide smile that settles on his features, eyes glimmering in the sunlight as he pushes you lightly. “You’re funny.”

“It wasn’t a joke.”

His grin only grows wider at your annoyed expression. “Sure it wasn’t.” 

You swear you would’ve punched him if it weren’t for the old lady passing by at that exact moment. Before you can nod your head in her direction, Jaehyun tells her ‘Good morning’ with a smile still plastered to his face. You turn around slightly, trying to figure out how Jaehyun knows that person, but it seems it’s only the lady living between him and your house. 

Shaking your head, you think to yourself that they’re probably relatives or something. Because if they aren’t, it would mean you’re acknowledging Jaehyun’s kindness to strangers, and you’re not really dying to do that at the moment.  

“Asshole,” you mumble to yourself, as if summing up the whole situation.

“By the way,” This time it’s you that starts the conversation, reminded of something you wanted to ask him. “You know Dahyun, right?”

You watch as his nose scrunches up in thought, lip pulled between his teeth. “Dahyun…” 

He looks like he’s got no clue who you’re talking about, so you help him out. 

“Short with blonde hair. Asked you out last year and you rejected her without even considering it. Does that ring a bell?” 

He lets go of his lip and rests his gaze on you. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, but the lack of guilt in his eyes angers you. Surely he understands Dahyun is your friend from the tone of your voice, so why isn’t he saying sorry? The least he could do now is apologize for acting like a complete jerk. He owes you that much, right? 

“Yeah, I guess,” he says finally, in a careless tone that annoys you even more. “What about it?”

What about it? Is he serious right now? 

“You’re a total dick, you know that? Who rejects someone without even knowing them?” you blurt out without thinking twice about it. 

The wind rustles Jaehyun’s hair as he raises a brow, and it falls in his eyes again. He doesn’t push it away this time. You’re looking at him intently, waiting for him to say something. Anything. You wonder if he’s going to apologize now that you confronted him, but something in his gaze tells you he’s not the type to admit he’s wrong. 

“Who asks someone out without knowing them?” he says finally and you open your mouth to retaliate, but he cuts you off.  “What was I supposed to do exactly? I mean, I’d never spoken to her in my life. Better to just say no instead of leading someone on, don’t you think?”

You open your mouth then close it again. You should probably say something. Argue with him. But he’s right, at least to some extent. You would’ve done the same, so you’re not exactly in any position to lecture him. He knows that — maybe he saw it in your expression — you can tell from how his lips form a smile yet again. And surprisingly, you don’t feel a strong urge to kick him when he walks closer to your side, his shoulder only a few centimeters from yours. 

“You’re still a dick,” you remind him, and he presses his lips out in a pout. 

“How is that fair?” 

You’re nearing both your houses now, the flowers and trees replaced by the neighborhood you’ve grown up in. You half-expect Jaehyun to leave the moment he spots his local friends that are sitting by the lawn they always play football on — you only know this because you can hear their shouting from your room whenever the window is open — but he only waves in their direction before turning his attention back to you as you speak. 

“How was that free kick in your last game fair?” 

You regret that last comment the moment Jaehyun’s pout turns into a proud smirk. “So you do come watch us play.” 

“My friend dragged me along,” you assure him quickly. A little too quickly. “And just so you know, that goal of yours was totally just luck.” 

You’ve reached your house now — his is only a couple steps further. You’re not sure whether you’re supposed to say goodbye or just walk away without paying him any attention. Does he consider you friends now? Probably not. He has plenty of those. Plus, you’re friends with a girl that hates him. He’s likely to prefer for you to leave without a word. Which you don’t mind, obviously. Even if your heart jumps all the way to your throat when he pats you on the shoulder with a smile.

“Right,” he mumbles with that annoying smirk on his face, and you roll your eyes, walking up to the front door. You don’t expect him to say anything else, but then he raises his voice to shout after you so loudly you’re sure half the neighborhood can hear him. “See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

And you open the door to your house only half-annoyed. 

—

“No way. There’s just no fucking way.”

“What is it?” Dahyun asks excitedly from the other end of the line. “What happened? Don’t tell me you caught your brother making out with some girl again.”

“No, it’s not that,” you blink violently, making sure that you’re seeing straight. Strings of questions are heard from where Dahyun is rambling into the phone, but you can’t focus on any of them. “I think Jung Jaehyun is talking to my mom right now.”

“What?” 

You can hear she’s confused, and truthfully, so are you. But it’s true — you’re almost home now, and there he is, Jung Jaehyun standing in your driveway, chatting with your mom like it’s the most normal thing ever. It’s not normal, though. You barely know the guy, and you definitely don’t like him, so what in the world is he doing outside your door? 

Dahyun asks a million questions again, and you sigh into the phone, at loss for anything to say. “I’ll call you back later, okay?” 

Then you hang up without waiting for an answer. She’s probably going to give you an earful for that later, but what you’re focused on right now is running up to your mom. 

Jaehyun is the one to notice you first, his pearly whites on display as he flashes you a smile. He’s not wearing his football attire, you notice, but plain jeans and a sleeveless shirt. You want to ask him why the hell he’s wearing a sleeveless shirt in the beginning of spring, but you suppose that would only urge him to imply you’re staring at his arms (which you’re not, obviously) and his ego really doesn’t need any more boosts. 

“Y/N, you’re here,” Jaehyun says and only then does your mom look in your direction, clapping her hands together in glee. 

“Yeah, I’m here,” you glare at the football player. “Because I’m supposed to be. May I ask what the hell you are doing on my front lawn?” 

“Y/N, language!” Your mom lightly slaps your shoulder, and you almost want to throw up when you see the sickly sweet apologetic smile she sends Jaehyun. Oh God, what if she has a crush on him? Would explain why she’s scolding you for wanting to know what an almost-stranger is doing at your doorstep. And what if Jaehyun actually likes older women, and that’s why he’s rejecting every girl at school? “Jaehyun here is being a sweetheart and helping me carry these groceries inside.”

Of course he is. You raise a brow in Jaehyun’s direction, but he only shrugs with a proud smile. What is he smiling for? Is this some sort of payback for you saying his aim is bad? Is he really that petty? Honestly, he seems like the type to do that. You guess that’s what you get for bruising his fragile ego. 

“Actually, Jaehyun, why don’t you come and have dinner with us? There’s more than enough food for everyone.” 

“What?” you laugh nervously at your mom’s words, sending her a pleading look. Nope. There’s no way you’re about to eat dinner with this guy. “Please, mom, I’m sure Jaehyun has practice—”

“I don’t, actually.” You’ve never wanted to punch a smirk off of someone’s face so badly before, that’s for sure. He’s doing it on purpose, that fucking asshole. It’s evident in the way his eyes light up in amusement as you glare at him angrily. “I’d love to join you for dinner.”

And that’s how you find yourself wanting to cry in your own living room, sitting around the dining table with Jung Jaehyun as you wait for your mother to finish making dinner. 

Your mom has the table set like it’s some kind of holiday (she probably thinks having a handsome guy in her house equals Christmas), with flowers in vases and candles and tons of side dishes that you don’t even know when she had the time to prepare. Now she’s scurrying around the kitchen, successfully rejecting Jaehyun’s every offer to help but almost kicking your brother when he takes a little too long leaving his room to clean the dishes. Double standards at their finest. 

Fortunately, she’s left you alone — though you think it’s because she wants you to entertain Jaehyun, so it’s not that much of a consolation. You’re just counting on the ground to swallow you up whole before he starts talking. 

“Okay, so,” Too late, you think to yourself as he opens his mouth. “What’s your favorite color?”

You scoff in laughter, looking at Jaehyun for the first time since you entered the house. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Because I’m trying to get to know you,” he shrugs. “That’s what friends do, right? Know each other.”

You narrow your eyes at him, watching as he rests his chin on his hand. The absurdity of it all makes you want to laugh. A little over 24 hours ago you hadn’t exchanged a word with Jung Jaehyun, and now he’s sitting in your living room, asking you questions about yourself. You have to admit you’re slightly taken aback — you didn’t expect him to suddenly become so interested in getting to know you, and you definitely didn’t take him for someone who puts effort into things like relations. 

“Who said I want to be your friend?”

He studies you for a moment, tilting his head to the side as his eyes rake over your face. It makes you feel exposed in a way — he has that type of stare that makes you feel flustered even though he’s not doing much, just looking. It’s the attention, you decide. How it feels like all of his attention is on you, that’s what’s making you so nervous right now. 

“You do,” he says finally, leaning forward so he’s all up in your face. “I can see it in your eyes.” 

All you can see, though, are his eyes mere inches from yours, his hot breath landing on your lips. You see his hair fall onto his forehead, and you almost feel an urge to push it back. This only lasts a second, though, before you’re pulling away, scooting farther away from him on your seat. Geez. Doesn’t this guy know what personal space is? 

You clear your throat and speak, thanking God that your voice doesn’t sound shaky. “Oh no, I think the disease is spreading. Not only is your aim bad, but your eyesight is, too.”

“My aim isn’t bad.”

You almost want to laugh at how he straightens his back, squaring his shoulders as if to prove a point. 

“Really? And that’s why you managed to kick a ball into my head when I was standing twenty meters away from the goal?” 

He leans forward on the table with his jaw clenched. “Look—” 

He’s cut off by your mom entering the living room, two plates full of food in her hands. She asks if anyone is willing to help her carry everything to the table, and Jaehyun volunteers, his stance faltering. You watch silently as they set the table, tapping your fingers against your thigh. When they finally sit down, Jaehyun next to you and your mom across from you, they both seem to be in a good mood, so you figure Jaehyun didn’t get very mad at your comment. 

Your mom urges Jaehyun to eat tons of meat, and then she rests her chin on her hand, smiling at him like he’s the most beautiful human being she’s ever seen. “So, Jaehyun, you play football, right? How long have you played for?”

“About… ten years, give or take,” he says it like it’s no big deal, but you can feel your eyes growing wide, and your mom’s gasp signalizes she’s having the same thoughts as you. All you cared about ten years ago was watching the latest show everyone was talking about. “Not that long compared to others trying to make the national team.” 

National team? Your eyes find their way to his on their own, and you hold back the shocked expression that is creeping up on you. There’s no way you’re letting him see you’re impressed. Instead, you offer him a roll of your eyes and a scoff. 

“Oh, great, you’re like one of those kids that never grew out of their professional footballer fantasy.” 

He grins. Something in his gaze tells you he didn’t buy your act. “It’s not a fantasy if you’re talented enough to make it.”

“Wow, aren’t you confident in yourself?” you ask mockingly. 

“Y/N,” your mom warns you, and you sigh, eating your food quietly. You can feel Jaehyun’s stare burning into you, but you don’t look up because he’s confusing and annoying, and you don’t want to look at him because it only makes you more confused and annoyed. Luckily, your mom only seems pleased with your silence. “Do you like the food, Jaehyun?”

“It’s delicious,” he flashes a bright smile. “Could I maybe have the recipe? I'd love for my mom to make this sometime.” 

You want to criticize him for sucking up to her, but the way your mom’s eyes light up at his words make you bite your tongue. 

“Why, of course, you can!” 

Jaehyun’s eyes meet yours as your mom fishes out a piece of paper and starts writing the ingredients on it. He’s still smiling. He doesn’t look proud of himself or anything. It’s just a genuine smile. That was nice of you, you want to tell him. You don’t. Instead, you hope he can see it in your eyes. Or maybe you’re hoping he doesn’t. You’re not sure. 

“Uh, why is he here?”

You’re reminded of your brother’s presence only as he walks into the room, sleeves of his shirt pushed up, signaling he was doing the dishes. He’s referring to Jaehyun and you’re thankful someone else thinks it’s awful he’s here right now — at least until your brother opens his mouth again. “Is he Y/N’s boyfriend?” 

“What? No!” You slam your hand on the table a little too hard, causing your mom and Jaehyun to jump in their seats. “Are you crazy? He’s just a neighbor. You know, he's one of those annoying guys that always play football late at night.” 

You can feel your mom’s reprimand coming along, but before she can fully open her mouth, your brother is turning to Jaehyun with awe in his eyes. 

“You are? That's so dope,” Your jaw drops at your brother’s response, Jaehyun’s quiet chuckle only barely reaching your ears. “You wouldn't mind teaching me a few tricks, right? I've seen you guys play and you're mad good.”

You scoff. What is this, some Jung Jaehyun fanclub? Faintly, you can hear him say ‘sure’ to your brother and the latter jumps in excitement like a little kid. Jaehyun’s eyes shimmer in the living room light when you look to the side to catch a glimpse of him, only for a moment wondering what’s going through his head. All you know about him is that he’s unpredictable and plays football, and for the first time, you feel like you want to know more. 

As your mom and Jaehyun clean the table, you usher your brother away (ignoring his whining about wanting to play football with ‘the sexy dude’) and put on your hoodie. It’s still cool outside in the evenings, and you’re certain your mom will force you to walk Jaehyun home even though he lives two minutes away. Your suspicions are confirmed as soon as she walks back into the living room with Jaehyun in tow, her eyes already telling you that if you don’t walk him home she’s going to disown you. 

Reluctantly, you lead him to the front door, not bothering to tie your shoes. He’s the first to reach the door, and he opens it for you, to which you mumble a small ‘thank you.’ It seems like you have a lot to thank him for today. Making your mom happy, putting your brother in a good mood, and now, holding the door open for you. You suppose it’s enough to make up for the football hitting your head. 

“Your mom is nice,” is the first thing he says as you walk alongside each other, slow steps that bring you closer to his house. “Very optimistic and supportive, it seems. It’s refreshing.” 

Your first thought is how you thought he was into her, but you feel a sting in your heart when you hear the faint yearning in his voice. He isn’t crushing on your mom, she’s just showing interest in what he’s doing and he likes that. You wonder if his parents are different. If they don’t support him. Maybe they think trying out for the national team is stupid? 

“Let me ask you a question,” you say and he nods. “Why do you reject every girl that asks you out?”

He raises a brow in surprise. “That’s a deep question for someone who said my aim is bad.”

“If I take it back, will you answer?”

He buries his hands in his pockets and walks backwards, so he can face you. It’s dark and you can barely see him, and it also doesn’t help that when he’s this close you have to crane your neck to look up at him. Tapping his chin, he acts as if he’s in deep thought. 

“I’ll think about it.”

You sigh, shivering as the cold wind hits your skin. 

“I’m sorry I said your aim is bad,” you say finally, resigned. “Happy?”

“Very.” 

He grins and for some unknown reason, you don’t feel as cold anymore. You shake off whatever feeling’s stirring up in your stomach — for a moment, it feels dangerously close to happiness and enjoying Jung Jaehyun’s company isn’t on your to-do list for today. You try walking faster to get this whole ‘walk Jaehyun home’ thing over with quicker, but he blocks you and you scoff. 

“I apologized,” you remind him. “Now answer my question.”

He shakes his head with a playful glint in his eyes. “I said I’d think about it, not that I’d answer it. I thought about it and I don’t want to.”

“You’re annoying.” 

“Thanks.”

A small smile settles on your features, one you realize you’ve been holding back for most of the day. You hope Jaehyun can’t see it in the dark — that would be embarrassing. Not only because you’re supposed to dislike him, but also because he’s a cocky little shit and he doesn’t need to know he’s actually an interesting person. At least you think he might be. Maybe. 

Slowly, you walk, now barely ten meters away from his house. You’re thinking of something to say when it starts raining. It’s one raindrop, then two, and suddenly it’s pouring. Not violently, just peacefully, water dripping down your face as you look up at the sky. It’s so pretty. He looks at you, you can feel his stare, and so you look at him, too. The smile doesn’t leave your face, and you’re sure he can see it now. He doesn’t comment on it, though, and for that, you’re thankful. 

You don’t know what it means just yet. Other than that you want to get to know him. Maybe. 

“It’s raining,” you say, and he stops walking, raising his eyebrows, as if to say you’re stating the obvious. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“You like the rain?”

“You don’t?”

He thinks for a moment, eyes on you when you open your hand, letting the raindrops fall on your palm. Your hair is wet, he notices, and your clothes, too. You don’t seem to mind, though, and he thinks this might be the happiest he’s seen you all day. So rain is what makes you happy. He fights back the urge to laugh. He never would have taken you for someone this easy to please. Maybe you’re a little happier spending time with him than you let on. 

Maybe. He’s not sure, but maybe this uncertainty is exactly what draws him to you. No clear answers, no black on white, just his words and the words you choose to respond with. He likes it, he thinks. 

“I hate playing in the rain,” He finally responds. “It makes the field all slippery and wet. I prefer the sun.” 

You’re not surprised, he can tell from the look in your eyes. “Don’t you have any opinions unrelated to football?”

You had intended for the question to come off as a snarky comment, but you realize as the words leave your mouth there are no traces of irritation in your voice. Only the genuine interest you didn’t want to let come to the surface. 

“It may come as a surprise, but actually, I do.” 

Jaehyun’s bare arms are littered with raindrops, hair pitch black as it allows more rain to drip down his face. He must be freezing, but he makes no move to walk home quicker, and so you don’t either. Your hoodie isn’t completely soaked through yet, so you decide you can enjoy the rain a little longer. He clears his throat and you look at him expectantly.

“I like Red Bull,” he begins, eyes blinking down on you as if he’s expecting you to laugh at him or something. But you don’t, and so he smiles wider and continues. “I don’t have a favorite color. Your mom’s kimchi is phenomenal. Plans and schedules are overrated. You want to be my friend.” He stops, watching your slightly startled expression. “Your turn.” 

You think it through for a moment. 

“My favorite color is purple,” You say, slowly tasting the words on your tongue as you let them leave your mouth. “Latte tastes best with two cubes of sugar. You’re annoying and your aim sucks. I want to be your friend.” 

“I knew it.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” You grin as you push his shoulder. He was supposed to stumble backward, but he doesn’t even budge, which should annoy you, but you can’t bring yourself to care that much when the rain is making you feel so light. Or maybe it’s not the rain. You’re not sure. “Stop smiling so much and go inside. You’re going to catch a cold in that shirt.” 

He walks to his door and opens it, but before walking inside, he turns around and waves at you. You wave back, watching as he sports a smile that doesn’t falter even as he disappears into the house. 

You walk back home with a smile on your face, only a quarter annoyed. 

—

It’s a little past eight when Jaehyun sees you kicking stones by the bus stop. 

Actually, he hears you long before you come into sight — a scream of frustration in what he recognizes as your voice hits his ears as he walks outside to throw away the trash. Interested, and maybe a tad bit worried for your well-being, he decides to check what’s going on. And sure enough, there you are, head in your hands as you flop down on the pavement by the road. 

“Y/N,” he says and you lift your head, sighing. “You okay?”

You shake your head in disbelief. How come he’s always there when something’s happening? You let your eyes rake over his frame — he’s wearing sweats and a compression shirt that, even you have to admit, makes him look hot. The outline of his abs is distracting, even for you. Still, you do your best to look him in the eyes as you speak. 

“I missed the bus.” 

He scoffs and you glare at him. “Jesus Christ, I thought something serious happened. You look like you want to die.”

“It is serious!” you protest, throwing your hands in the air. “I’m going to be late for class. Who decided that the buses only run every half hour?” 

He looks like he’s in deep thought, gazing down on you as you sit on the edge of the pavement. His classes don’t start until nine, so he wasn’t planning on heading out to school already, but you’re looking miserable and he’s intent on being on good terms with you. Apart from his teammates, you’re pretty much the only one that doesn’t act like he’s some sort of celebrity. Sure, having girls drool over you is fun, but only until you’re looking for someone to talk to and not fuck. Besides, he enjoys your company. It won’t kill him to leave a little early. 

“Get up,” he says suddenly, and without giving you any time to react, he grabs your arm and hauls you up so you’re standing. “I’ll drive you.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. “You’ll drive me?” 

“Yeah, let me just get the keys to the car.”

And just like that, you’re following a compression-shirt-clad football player into his house that you’ve never been in. For some reason, it makes you nervous, like you’re trespassing or something, but hearing Jaehyun say no one’s home calms your nerves a little.

He walks into the living room and leaves you in the hallway, and you take this as an opportunity to look around. The house looks a little like your own — the design is the same, the walls are painted white like yours and the windows are the same size. But apart from that, it’s so different. 

The walls are littered with pictures — you recognize Jaehyun’s parents, holding him as a baby. Another one is of him and his sister, when they were around seven or eight. They have a couple more group pictures, but other than that, most are of Jaehyun on the football field. Ten-year-old Jaehyun holding what looks like his first medal; teenage Jaehyun screaming in happiness after scoring a goal; and then, your personal favorite — tears streaming down Jaehyun’s face as he lifts a trophy above his head, his teammates all joyfully smiling. 

His parents must be proud of him, you think to yourself. You probably would, too, if you were them. Yet when you were talking to him last, he gave you the impression that his parents weren’t as supportive of him as he’d like. But it’s none of your business, you decide, and avert your eyes from the pictures. 

Your gaze falls on a vase full of flowers standing proudly in the middle of the dining table. It looks familiar, you think, that combination of flowers. Maybe you’ve seen it at the flower shop? No, they’re too messy; they look too handpicked. You stare at the bouquet a little longer, and that’s when it clicks. 

It’s the flowers Jaehyun picked on the way home that day you talked to him for the first time. 

“I got the keys, let’s go.” 

His voice startles you a little, but you only nod, following him out the door. So he picked the flowers for his parents? Or, judging from the way they were carefully placed around the vase so as not to leave any holes, he picked them for his mom. That’s… surprising. And adorable, as much as you hate to admit it. 

Jaehyun opens the garage door only to reveal an old-looking, black BMW. He unlocks it and opens the door for you to climb in. 

“Is this your car?” you ask him hesitantly. 

He smiles as you slide into the seat. “Nope, it’s my dad’s.” 

“And did you get permission to drive it?”

“Nope,” he repeats, grinning, and walks around the car to climb into his seat. “Isn’t that what makes it exciting?”

You probably shouldn’t be letting him drive around in his father’s car like that, but you’re late for class and his excited smile is slowly working to loosen up the nervousness in your stomach, so you just glare at him and whisper a quiet ‘you crazy jerk’ under your breath. He hears it and laughs as he starts driving, your own lips quirking up in a smile as he does so. Who knew Jung Jaehyun would turn out to be your savior today? 

“So, how does it work?” you ask him as he pulls out of the driveway. “Being an athlete, I mean. Do you have any classes or do you just play football all day?” 

“I have classes, too, unfortunately,” he sighs dramatically. “I major in physical education, just in case everything goes to shit. At least I’ll be able to coach teams. But other than that, I just play. Four hours a day.”

You’d kind of expected to have to hold on for dear life, but he’s driving smoothly, only one hand on the steering wheel. His shoulders are relaxed, a small smile playing on his lips while he talks to you, eyes drifting to the side to look at you only for a split second before they’re back on the road. It’s obvious he’s driven a lot before, and you kind of want to know where, but it seems like the wrong setting to ask a question like that, so you don’t. You’ll ask him next time. 

Next time. You almost want to laugh as you realize you’re subconsciously planning to meet Jung Jaehyun again. It’s not like you were expecting to never see him again, but it’s the want behind the words that catch you a little off guard. The fact that you want to meet with him again. 

“Four hours?” you ask finally, joining him in watching the road. “Couldn’t be me.”

“What do you major in, then? English?”

“Nope,” you clown him and he smiles wider. “Journalism. I might be the reporter interviewing you after your next match, so you better be nice to me.”

“I see,” he uses his free hand to fish out his phone from his pocket, pressing it against his lips as if it’s a microphone. “So you’re gonna be all like ‘Hello, everyone, I’m here with national football team member Jung Jaehyun, who just scored fifteen goals in the match against—’”

“Fifteen? You think you’re gonna score fifteen goals?”

“Well, of course. Don’t you believe in me?” His face forms into a mock-offended expression. 

“If I say no, will you throw me out of the car?”

“Probably.” 

You grin widely. “Then I believe in you a hundred percent.” 

The drive ends earlier than expected — maybe it’s true what they say, that time passes by quicker when you’re having fun — and suddenly, Jaehyun’s parking the car outside of your university. Many people are already there, and you spot Beomgyu and Dahyun standing by the entrance. Jaehyun turns off the engine and you reach for the belt, but even as you push down on the button with all your strength, it won’t budge. 

“What the hell?” you mumble, pulling at the belt harder in annoyance. 

You feel Jaehyun’s hand on your wrist and look up, only to see him leaning in your direction. For a moment, your heart stills and your body freezes. His hair falls into his eyes as his nose stills a mere centimeter from your own and his hand rests on the part of the seat right next to your head. From the corner of your eye, you can glimpse his arm muscles flexing, his brows furrowed in concentration. Is he about to kiss you? If so, you should totally push him away, but you can barely register what’s happening before he’s pulling away again, sinking back into his seat. 

What the hell did he do that for? 

“The car’s a bit old.” 

You blink a couple times, brain trying to process just how the fact that his car is old correlates to anything that just happened. You stare at him for a moment, waiting for him to explain himself or something, but he just raises a brow, like you’re the one acting weird. 

That’s when you notice the seatbelt no longer restraining your movements. Oh. Oh. He was loosening your seatbelt for you because you couldn’t do it. 

Holy fuck, just how dumb can you be? Your heart hiccups inside your chest and you almost want to bang your head against the headboard of the car. For a moment of clarity, you slip out from your seat and leave the car, closing the door behind you. A second later, Jaehyun does, too and he looks at you from over the car. 

“Thanks,” You tell him, feeling a little bad you just got up from the car like that. “For driving me and for, uh, loosening the seatbelt for me.” 

The smile makes its way back to his face. “No problem.” 

Fuck, his happiness is contagious. You don’t even try to fight back your own smile. A glance down on your phone tells you your classes are about to start, so you tell him you need to go and giggle softly when he presses his lips out in a pout. He bids you goodbye with his hands in his pockets, leaning against his car. 

And just like that, you make your way to the university building, grinning like crazy. A pair of girls walk by, and you swear you hear them say your name, but they look away the moment you meet their gaze, so you don’t think too much of it. Your friends are waiting for you by the entrance and you greet them normally, a little taken aback when you see Dahyun’s frown and Beomgyu’s unusually grinning face for it to be half past eight in the morning. 

“Y/N,” Dahyun starts as you’re walking to the classroom. “Please tell me I’m wrong, but did I just see you getting out of Jung Jaehyun’s car?”

“I—”

“I knew it! You guys are totally fucking. I can see it in your eyes,” Beomgyu exclaims before you can even respond to Dahyun’s question. “Tell me your secrets, please. How did you bag the hottest player on the football team?” 

“I didn’t bag anybody,” You whisper-shout, looking around frantically as if someone’s going to listen in on your conversation. “We’re just neighbors.”

“And you let every neighbor of yours drive you to school?” Dahyun’s judgemental stare makes you feel bad. What if she’s mad at you? 

“No, I guess not, but—”

She cuts you off, lips forming into a smile as she grabs you by the shoulders. “Then why didn’t you tell me sooner, you idiot?” 

“What?” You look between her and Beomgyu, utterly confused. 

“I’m supposed to be your best friend, you shouldn’t keep secrets from me,” Dahyun pouts. “I’m not mad you’re talking to him, but hello, don’t I deserve to at least know how big his dick is?” 

You burst out laughing, relief washing over you. Thank God they’re not angry, because you have no idea what you would do without their useless comments and endless teasing. “And how am I supposed to know that?”

“Because you bagged him,” Beomgyu sings awfully loudly. 

You push him. “No, I didn’t!” 

“It doesn’t matter,” Dahyun stops you from lounging at him. “Just promise me you’ll tell me everything from now on, okay? I want to know every little detail about this ‘friendship’ or whatever. Don’t you realize this is the most exciting thing that’s happened since Seonghwa’s party last weekend?” 

You laugh. “Okay. I promise.” 

And you walk into class pretty happy with the outcome of things. 

—

It’s not before your classes have ended that you hear the rumors spreading. 

It happens by accident the first time you hear someone talk about it. A group of girls is standing by the vending machine as you’re buying a coca cola, and you happen to overhear their conversation. Or at least, a part of it. You pretty much only catch your name and Jaehyun’s, and then one of the girls nudges their friends and gesticulates to you. That makes them walk away, and you’re left standing by the vending machine baffled. 

What’s even more surprising, Dahyun doesn’t know anything when you ask her about it. It’s only when the two of you approach Minjeong, a gossip girl at most, that you find out what this whole ordeal is about. 

“People are saying you’re dating Jung Jaehyun,” She tells you like it’s obvious. “Someone saw you getting out of a car with him, so everyone is on edge because he might be off limits now. ” 

“Well, you can tell them he’s not off limits,” you say instantly. “Because we’re not dating.”

Then you head directly to the football field. 

You see him the moment you arrive — Jung Jaehyun in all his glory, hair sweaty and legs quick as he dribbles the ball. He’s in the middle of the field, way too far away for you to shout at him. Hesitantly, you walk closer to the sidelines, where the substitute players sit. You spot who you suppose is Jaehyun’s coach, shouting something you can’t quite make out to those on the field. 

You watch them play and for just a moment, you forget why you’re here. At that moment, as you glimpse Jaehyun passing the ball to one of his teammates, you kind of understand why people go to football matches. There’s something nice about seeing people so passionate and letting that passion be the only thing occupying your thoughts. 

Jaehyun’s yell fills the air not a minute later — your own lungs tightening in something that resembles fear, because what if he’s hurt himself? — but then he turns around and he’s smiling wider than you’ve ever seen him smile, and you become aware that he scored a goal. And there’s that passion again. You can't help but smile.

“Can I help you?” It’s his coach that breaks your train of thought, walking up to you with a curious look on his face. 

“Oh, right,” You say. “I’m just here for Jaehyun.”

He sends you a somewhat pitiful look. “Want me to give him your number and have him call you back later? Jaehyun doesn’t really like responding to date proposals during practice.”

“Excuse me?” 

“Hey, coach, it’s fine,” Jaehyun walks over to where you and his coach are standing. Half of his team follows him — some of which are looking at you curiously, while others completely ignore your presence. You turn to Jaehyun with an eyebrow raised and he smiles sheepishly. “Sorry about that, it’s just—”

“—Sometimes all those girls get a little too much?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. 

He smiles again. “Yeah, something like that.” 

You tell him it’s fine and that you want to talk to him for a second, but it seems that he has different plans from how he grabs your wrist and drags you in the opposite direction of where you wanted. You ask him what the hell he’s doing, but he keeps silent and brings you back to the football field.

Now you’re left standing in between a dozen football players and their coach with Jung Jaehyun’s hand holding yours. Great, this is certainly going to help you get rid of whatever rumor is stirring up at campus about you two. 

“Okay, listen up, everyone,” You stare at him with wide eyes as he catches everyone’s attention. “This is Y/N, and she’s my friend, so I don’t want anyone acting stupid around her or I’ll hit them in the head with a football.” 

And just like that you’ve been (against your will) introduced to the whole football team. Oh, Jaehyun is so in for it when you get him alone. You swear you’re going to rip all of that healthy hair off his scalp. That doesn’t happen, though. Instead, you kick him in the shin with all your might after having dragged him behind the university building. 

“Ow!” He groans and you almost smile, but hold yourself back upon realizing you can’t break character like that. “What was that for?”

“I just don’t like you,” you say, then sigh. “Have you heard what people are saying about us?”

“People are saying stuff about us?”

You roll your eyes at his cluelessness, but not before your heart jumps all the way to your throat at how unbelievably good he looks. This is just objective, by the way, and has nothing to do with your personal opinion. It’s just that nobody should look good after running around a football field for four hours, but somehow, Jung Jaehyun does. 

You’re not sure what does it for you — whether it’s his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead or the compression shirt you oh-so-hate literally having become one with his body — but all of it just makes you want to die. Because this is Jung Jaehyun we’re talking about and he’s just some guy that thinks he’s better than everyone else and you don’t like him at all.

But then your brain decides to remind you that this is also the Jung Jaehyun that wants to make the national team and picks flowers for his mom and drives you to school when you’re running late. And your heart doesn’t like that. Not at all. 

“People think we’re dating,” you say finally. “Because you drove me to school.”

“And?” 

“What do you mean ‘and?’” You glare in his direction, but he only shrugs. “Do you know how fast rumors spread around this university? Soon everyone is going to—”

“And what if they do? Do you really care that much what others think of you?” You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He tilts his head to the side, and when you don't respond, he takes a step in your direction, only another step away from caging you against the wall of the building. For some weird reason, it makes you nervous having him this close to you, so you step back until your back hits the wall. “Besides, would it really be that bad if what they’re saying were true?” 

“What?” 

You should tell him he’s stupid, or punch him, or do anything, but instead, you do absolutely nothing. Physically, that is — your mind is a whole different story. Your thoughts fly around in your brain so fast it makes you dizzy. Or maybe it’s Jaehyun’s words that are making you lightheaded, you’re not sure. 

Actually, you’re not sure about anything at that moment. Your first thought is that he’s acting way too arrogant again — that he’s trying to somehow make you admit you want to date him, or something like that. And that’s so ridiculous because you don’t want to date him at all — he’s truly pushing his luck now. Has ever since he asked to be your friend. 

But then images of him flash through your mind, his smile, his laugh, his passion, and it hits you like a truck — the nausea is so strong you think you might pass out. He’s gone completely insane, suggesting something like that — there’s no doubt about that — but aren’t you equally as insane for even playing out that scenario in your head? No. You throw the thought onto the ground and stomp on it, like it’s useless. Which, essentially, it is. 

No, you’re not doing this today. 

Upon seeing your expression. Jaehyun takes a step back. Maybe he thinks you’re disgusted. A part of you wants to assure him that you’re not, but the rational part screams at you to shut the fuck up and say nothing. Incidentally, it seems that Jaehyun has something to say. 

“Relax, it’s just a joke.”

That throws you off for multiple reasons. One, he’s acting like you just ruined his fun or something, and it makes you mad. Like it’s not you that just went through a year’s worth of scenarios in your head, trying to figure out what to say. Trying to figure out what to think. Two, he could've said it was a joke sooner, instead of just standing there like an idiot, seeing your face form into an expression of pure horror.

And three, you feel so fucking stupid for not even considering it being a joke. Because it seems so obvious now, as you think back on it, that he was just kidding. God, where did you even get the idea he was being serious? 

The embarrassment mixed with his gaze gets too overwhelming, so you do what any sane person would have done in your position. You walk away. 

You make it twenty steps before guilt stirs up in your stomach. What if he’s mad? What if he thinks you hate him? You truly have no idea why you even care about that — you don’t care about it, right? He’s just some football player, you remind yourself. A football player that hit you in the head with a football. But thinking about that doesn’t help at all, considering how getting hit in the head with a football was exactly how this thing started. 

What if it had never happened? What if he hadn’t kicked that ball in the wrong direction? He would have been a stranger to you, and you would only be a face in the crowd for him. Your name would never settle on his tongue. His dad wouldn’t have to get mad at him for taking the car without permission. And you… you wouldn’t have to feel guilty for walking away from your school’s football team’s forward center. 

But you wouldn’t have known that warm feeling spreading in your chest upon seeing his smile, either. Nor would you know how it feels like to feel happy just by talking to someone. Or just by listening to someone speak. 

The walk home suddenly becomes so long you almost want to sit in the middle of the path and wait for Jaehyun to come along. It turns out you don’t have to do that, because just as the thought crosses your mind, you hear the revving of an engine and an all too familiar black BMW appears a couple meters to your left. You don’t know if it’s fully surprising, but it definitely is somewhat unexpected when Jaehyun stops the car and rolls down his window to stick his head out in your direction.

“You getting in or what?” 

For some reason, your stomach decides to do a dozen flips at that moment, but you ignore them and climb into the car. Jaehyun doesn’t say anything at first — his eyes simply scan you quickly, resting a little longer on your eyes than necessary, and he turns on the engine again after he’s made sure your seatbelt is fastened. 

“I bought coffee,” he says finally, eyes fixed on the road, and motions towards a cup of coffee lying in his cup holder. “Latte with two cubes of sugar, right?” 

“Yeah,” you say, grinning. “Thank you.”

His eyes flick to yours just for a moment, and his lips quirk up in a smile when he notices your expression. “You’re not annoyed?”

You look at him — his sweaty clothes, his stupid smile, the soft tapping of his fingers against the steering wheel. The trees outside are passing by quickly, the sound of the car blending in with the music quietly playing from the speakers. You’re hesitating for a split second, hand tightening around the cup of coffee that feels warm under your fingertips. The sun comes into sight at that moment, blending you as you first look at it, then lighting up the inside of the car. 

All hesitation fades, but not abruptly — it just flows out of your mind like water in a river. The sun remains still, but fragile, like what you say right now might scare it away. But you have no intention of scaring it away — why would you? It’s the same sun that envelopes you in a tight hug as you feel hopeless, the same sun that makes you smile. The sun that piqued your interest and doesn’t want to let go. 

“Well,” you take a sip of your coffee. “You’re a little stupid, but I already knew that. So no,” The sun lights up Jaehyun’s face as you smile. “I’m not annoyed.”

It’s as the words leave your mouth that you realize they’re true. 

—

After that, you and Jaehyun start walking home from school together. 

On days you finish class before him, he sits in the library and does his homework until you text him that you’re done. When his practice lasts until five, you make your way over to the field and sit on the tribunes, waiting for him to end the match. He loses track of time so often you almost become friends with his coach — a guy you find out has lots of comments to make as he watches the boys play. You don’t understand half of what he’s saying at first, but gradually, you learn — life makes a lot more sense after he explains what offside means.

Sometimes Jaehyun even drives you to school (he claims he’s got permission, but you don’t really believe him) even though his classes start half an hour after yours. One those days you pay him back by buying him Red Bull and watching him get way too much energy from it. 

Today is no different. You’re walking out the front door with a bag containing Red Bull and some side dishes from your mom in your hand, phone pressed against your ear as you try calling Jaehyun for the nth time. Your mom shouts something in your direction just as you’re closing the door behind you, but you don’t hear her, too focused on the sound of Jaehyun’s voicemail. 

“Asshole,” You mumble to yourself, dialing his number again. A long sigh escapes your lips when he doesn’t answer. Again. 

The lights in his room are off when you walk over there to check, so you scratch that from the list of possible places to look. Where else can he be at eight in the evening? You think for a while, and then an idea pops into your head.

The football field. 

You nod as if agreeing with yourself and start the walk to the one place you suspect Jaehyun might be. He better actually be there, because it’s getting dark and you have no other ideas as to where he might be. Plus, you’re not that keen on looking for him for three hours this late. 

The way to the football field seems much longer than it really is when you don’t have Jaehyun by your side and when the wind starts messing up your hair. By the time you’ve arrived it’s completely dark outside, and the only source of light is the moon and the lampposts by the small stadium. You almost want to go back when you don’t see Jaehyun anywhere — the air is getting chilly and you’re getting annoyed — but then, finally, he comes into your sight and you sigh in relief. 

He’s wearing black shorts and a jacket to shield him from the cold, one hand pushing his hair away from his face like always, while the other is holding his football. You stand by the edge of the field, watching as he places the ball on the middle of the fake grass. He doesn’t see you, too focused on aiming at the goal, so you just silently observe him as he kicks it, scoring on the first try. This time, he doesn’t scream in victory, but you can glimpse the shadow of a smile on his face. 

It brings a smile to your own features, seeing him this happy. He shoots the ball a couple more times, successfully scoring even as he increases the distance between him and the goal, his hair bouncing each time he runs across the field. You spot his phone on one of the side benches and roll your eyes softly, putting it into your pocket instead so he doesn’t forget it later. Your eyes dart back to his figure just as he kicks the ball again — this time missing — and you hear the groan of frustration he lets out even though you’re standing twenty meters away. 

Overachiever, you think to yourself, noticing how his thighs are a little shaky as he walks over to get the ball again. How long has he been here? He misses again, and you frown as he shouts out in anger. Yeah, he’s definitely been out here way too long. 

“Hey, Mr. I’m-too-busy-to-answer-my-calls,” you finally shout, catching his attention. The corners of his mouth lift up in a smile when he sees you, and you wave the bag of food and Red Bull at him from afar. “You hungry?” 

He jogs over to you with the football tucked under his arm. “You bet.”

There are bags under his eyes, and his forehead is littered with sweat. He looks tired. Still, he’s smiling — and somehow, from under all that exhaustion, the smile reaches his eyes. 

“How long have you been here?” you ask him, sitting down on the grass. He sits across from you watching with hungry eyes as you unpack the food.

“A little over three hours now, I think.” He opens a can of Red Bull immediately and takes a sip of it, missing the way your eyes grow wide at his response. “I have a game next week, remember? Some club coaches are going to be there, so I need to do well if I want to be noticed.”

You lay out the food and hand him a pair of chopsticks. His shoulders look so slumpy you actually need to swallow down the urge to tell him to go home and rest. He wouldn’t listen to you anyway. Instead, you take some kimchi between your chopsticks and put them against his lips. “You’ll do well.”

He opens his mouth and slides the food off with his teeth. “You think so?”

“Obviously.” You roll your eyes and nudge his leg with your foot. “Now eat. You can’t play for a football club if you’re unconscious.”

Jaehyun hums in response and obeys, stuffing his face full of rice. You eat in silence, slowly chewing on the food as your eyes scan his face. It’s funny, but for the first time you notice the freckles littered across his cheeks. You’d seen them before, you suppose, just never noticed them fully. For a moment, you try to count them, but give up when he starts chewing his food and you lose track of which ones you’ve counted and which ones you haven’t. 

You watch as his energy comes back slowly, his expression cheerful as he’s done eating. He helps you clean everything up and throw away the soda cans, then, as you’re getting ready to leave, he bumps your shoulder. 

“Let’s play football.”

“What?” You raise your brows, looking at him incredulously. “You want me to play football? Is your brain fried from the Red Bull or something? Let’s just go home.”

He grabs your wrist before you can walk further away and when you turn around, he’s standing there with a pout on his face. 

“Just one game,” He pleads, tugging at your hand. “Please?” 

The warmth from his skin spreads across your body, and you hesitate. You hate playing sports, and playing with Jaehyun will most definitely result in you having to face the embarrassment of not being able to kick the ball correctly. Still, something jumps in your chest at the fact that you’ll spend less time with him if you decide to just leave. That resolves it. 

You sigh. “Fine.” 

He grins widely, dragging you across the football field. You have no choice but to follow, painfully aware of his fingers laced through yours. It’s not like it bothers you, at least you don’t think it does, but it’s different than what you’re used to, especially when it comes to him. You decide you’re thinking too much about it, and breathe out as he lets go of you to put the ball in the middle of the field. 

What you can’t seem to determine is whether that’s a sigh of relief or loss. 

“You know how to play, right?”

“Yeah,” You say, anxiously rummaging through your thoughts in order to remember everything his coach and those stupid football youtube videos told you. You only watched those in case some of Jaehyun’s teammates ever decided to ask you about your opinion on their game, but you suppose this is where they’ll come in handy. “Kind of.”

He laughs at the uncertainty in your voice. “I can work with that.” 

He steps back, motioning for you to start. Okay, you think to yourself, it’s going to be easy. You just need to dribble the ball, run past Jaehyun with it, and kick it into the goal. How hard could can that be?

It turns out it can be, and is, very hard. Especially when you’re playing against Jung Jaehyun. 

You somehow manage to keep the ball in check until you reach where he’s standing, but that’s when everything goes wrong. It’s like the football somehow levitates to his foot the moment he gets close enough, and his leg doesn’t even have to touch you for him to steal it away from you and score a goal a millisecond later. If you weren’t totally indifferent to football, you might’ve started crying from the humiliation just about now. 

You half-expect Jaehyun to end it there, but he doesn’t. Instead, he passes the ball to you and you barely manage to stop it before it rolls further down the field. He smiles that annoying smile of his — not a pitiful one that you were expecting, but rather a genuine one that forces you to swallow down your embarrassment. 

This time it works out better — you manage to get past Jaehyun, pushing him in the process which you’re sure would’ve gotten you a red card in a real match. 

“Hey, that’s against the rules!” 

You laugh, and faintly, from behind the wind rustling in your ears, you hear him laugh, too. His footsteps get louder behind you and you panic, shooting the ball, only halfway aiming at the goal. It doesn’t surprise you when it hits the metal pole on the left and bounces back, right between Jaehyun’s feet. 

“You can’t kick it like that if you want to score a goal,” he scolds you playfully as you turn around to face him, a little out of breath while he looks entirely relaxed. 

“Well, I don’t know how to kick it to score a goal,” you whine, throwing your hands up in the air. 

Jaehyun’s lips form a toothy grin, eyes lingering on your frame for a little longer than they probably should. Your hair’s a mess from running and your shirt has slid down your shoulder, exposing the strap of your bra. It’s weird how the sight suddenly makes his face feel warm — like when you told him he’d do well. Have you always looked this pretty, or is he just going crazy? Maybe you’re right and his brain actually got fried from all that red bull. 

He clears his throat as if to clear his thoughts and motions for you to come closer, eyes persistently looking anywhere but your exposed skin. “I’ll teach you, c’mere.” 

“Okay.”

You walk closer, gasping softly when he turns you around so you’re facing the goal, your back a couple inches away from his chest. He hates how much he likes that sound, how right it feels when his fingers brush over your skin in order to pull your shoulders back. His hot breath lands on your neck and you try your best not to shiver — he’s just showing you how to play football, for fuck’s sake, it isn’t that deep. The breath you take is, though. Deeper than it should be and you hope to God he doesn’t notice. 

“Your foot is supposed to move like this,” He demonstrates with his own foot, but you can’t really focus on anything besides his raspy voice right by your ear. “Just one fluid movement. You get it?” 

“Yeah.” 

But you don’t understand any of it — the quick beating of your heart, your ears that are ringing, the cold air that suddenly is out of reach when it was forcing itself on you mere seconds ago. None of it makes any sense at all, but you still nod your head in order for it not to seem too weird when you wriggle out of his grasp. 

Your eyes meet his when you turn around and he passes the ball to you again. His smile is pretty, just like it always is, but this time, your heart beats harder against your chest when you see it. You kick the ball and prepare yourself to have it taken away from you, but Jaehyun stands still as you pass him. Thanks to that, you manage to run up the field and score a goal. 

Before you can think twice about it, you turn around and smile in Jaehyun’s direction, voice laced with excitement as you shout. “I did it!”

He can’t hold back the grin that creeps onto his face. You look happy, he thinks, and your smile looks so sincere it makes something turn in his stomach. He almost wants to run up to you and hold you in his arms — he could’ve used the excuse that he’s proud of you for scoring, it wouldn’t be a complete lie — but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. Or himself. 

“Of course you did, you’ve got the best teacher in the world,” he says instead, walking over to where you’re standing. “Let’s play for real now. First to score five goals wins.”

“So you’re telling me this wasn’t for real?” you ask with a pout and he chuckles. You’re about to walk to the middle of the field to play again when you feel a hand grab your wrist. 

Jaehyun turns you around and your confused eyes meet his when he takes a step closer, so his chest is only a few centimeters away from your face. “Wait a second,” he says, but it comes out more like a whisper. 

Before you get the chance to protest, his hand leaves your wrist and comes up to tug at your shirt instead. He pulls it further up your shoulder to hide the bra strap peeking through, and the way your skin forms goosebumps under his fingertips makes him bite his lip. It seems this whole action is having the opposite effect than he wanted it to. 

“I don’t want you to catch a cold,” he explains.

It’s not a complete lie, but he has to admit covering you up had more to do with his wandering eyes than anything else. Still, you nod sweetly, and continue your way to the middle of the field. He follows you, reminded of what he’s here for. You’re playing football, and if there’s anything he’s good at, it’s that. But if that’s the case, why is his heart beating faster than normal?

He tells himself it’s the adrenaline, but it makes no sense even for him — you haven’t even started playing yet. 

Your blood pressure is still way too high as you kick the ball to Jaehyun, you’re sure of it. Yet you try to ignore it and focus on the game — you’re gonna need it. His foot stops it with ease, and in no time, he’s running with the ball almost glued to his shoes. He makes it way too close to the goal you’re supposed to be guarding, before you manage to remind yourself that you're here to play, not watch him mindlessly. 

And so you play. It doesn’t take long before Jaehyun scores two goals, shouting in triumph each time like he isn’t playing against someone who’s basically never touched a football before. You don’t mind it as much as you let on, though, and the whole thing actually becomes a little fun when you figure out how to regain the ball. 

You run and chase each other — he scores another goal and so do you (you’re pretty sure he went easy on you, just so you wouldn’t be discouraged) and then he scores twice again. That’s five goals, but he doesn’t stop playing, and neither do you. You play for almost fifteen minutes, in which he scores probably more than twenty goals, before you manage to catch him off guard and score a goal he isn’t prepared for. 

“Oh my god, did you see that?” You turn to him, jumping up and down like a kid. 

“You did well,” he shouts and you grin at him, pride swelling up in your chest at his expression. 

That’s when it starts raining. First, it’s just a couple drops, one hitting the tip of your nose, and then it’s pouring down, wetting your hair and clothes. You look up at the sky with a soft smile, faintly hearing Jaehyun whine in the distance.

“How come it’s always raining when we’re together?” he groans. 

“The sky wants to cry when it sees you, probably,” you reply, jogging up to him. Maybe if he was busy thinking about the rain, you’d be able to take the ball from him. “Stop complaining so much.”

But ultimately, he was right — the field is slippery and wet when it’s raining. This, you find it in the worst way possible. Namely by slipping right as you’re trying to take the ball from Jaehyun, your hands dragging him down with you as you fall. 

Jaehyun feels his heart stop for a second there as both of you fall to the ground. The rain is pouring harder than ever — his shirt is sticky, his hair is wet, but he feels lighter than ever as he props himself on his elbows not to crush you completely. Raindrops trickle down his face and fall onto yours — your nose scrunches as the cold water hits your skin, and the. it's sliding down your jaw to slip into your shirt. You. You're soaking, too, with your white shirt clinging to your body, letting him see the outline of your bra from underneath it. He does his best to keep his gaze on the grass, but his eyes seem to gravitate towards you no matter how hard he tries.

You look beautiful in that moment — he tries for a long time, but finds no other way to describe it. Just beautiful. You're smiling, no, laughing, and he feels your heartbeat against his chest like it's his own.

Suddenly, he wonders what it would be like to kiss you. It's new, that thought, but somehow it also feels familiar. Like it's always been there, buried somewhere inside his head, but only now has come up to the surface. Would you like it if he kissed you? Looking at your face, he truly can't tell. 

“Get off of me, Jaehyun!” you fake-cough and he laughs. “Do you want me to die?”

“I know CPR,” he replies, but makes no effort to stop you as you push him off. 

You'd expected him to hold back, but he doesn't, so you roll over one too many times, until he's the one lying with his back against the grass and you're straddling him. Oh, fuck. 

You freeze in your spot, every muscle in your body tightening as you realize just what you’ve done. It takes you a second to process it — how you’re looking right into his dark eyes, how you can feel his chest heaving from underneath you, abdominal muscles flexing right beneath your core. And even as you understand it, your body just won’t move. Especially when Jaehyun’s hands suddenly rest on your waist, causing your eyes to go wide, but your body staying still. 

It’s an innocent act, really. He just wants to help you get off of him. That’s his initial motive, at least. But Jaehyun kind of forgets how to think when his fingers unintentionally slip a little under your shirt and he comes in contact with your bare waist. It’s not like he’s never touched a girl’s skin before — he’s had a couple girlfriends, and he’s touched all of them — but it’s something about the fact that it’s you that makes his heart beat faster. 

He wonders for a brief moment whether your heart’s beating like crazy, too. Then you lay the palm of your hand on his bicep and he’s brought back to reality. Right. He wanted to help you get back down on the grass. 

His arms lift you off of him with ease and he helps you sit down on the field, your vision and thoughts only now clearing fully. You look at him, a little dazed, feeling the rain drip down your face. 

Jaehyun sends you a worried look. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” you tell him, only then realizing it’s true. 

“Wanna go home?”

You ponder on that for a second, looking up at the sky. It’s pouring and it doesn’t look like it’s going to stop any time soon. At this rate, you’ll probably catch a cold. Still, you don’t feel like going home. For some weird, twisted reason, you want to stay here with Jaehyun. 

And so you say, “Not yet.” 

He nods, looking as if he’s in deep thought. You lie down on the wet grass next to his sitting frame, sighing deeply.  It takes a few nudges of your finger poking into Jaehyun’s ribs for him to understand you want him to lie down with you, and when he does, his face forms into an expression of disgust.

“The grass is wet,” he comments with his nose scrunched. 

“Yeah, that’s usually the phenomenon that occurs after it rains.” 

He rolls his eyes, but keeps silent. You smile softly, following in his steps. The sky is pitch black, and it’s most definitely way too late to be lying on the wet grass of a football field with Jung Jaehyun, but at that moment, you can’t bring yourself to care. 

As subtly as you can, you tilt your head to the side to look at Jaehyun. His eyes are closed, mouth slightly open, and for a second, you think he might have fallen asleep. You shuffle a tad bit closer, just to make sure you can hear his breathing — which you can — but you end up staying there, with your hair resting on his shoulder. You’re unable to tell if it bothers him, so you just lie there, eyes flicking back to the sky and the few stars that are peeking through the clouds. 

“You wanna know a secret, Y/N?” He breaks the silence a minute or two later, his head turning in your direction as he looks at you through lidded eyes. The rain drips down his face, all the way to his lips, where it disappears into his mouth. You nod slowly, your heart beating nervously as the air around you seems to thicken. It’s almost like you can sense it — how he’s hesitating, how his heart is about to beat out from his chest.

“I’m scared,” He whispers finally. head falling forward so it rests against yours. “I’m really fucking scared.”

It’s like the earth stops spinning. Though that might just be the feeling of dizziness that comes with your blood pressure skyrocketing momentarily. His forehead burns your skin, but it’s more of a warm embrace rather than deadly flames. The rain’s slowing down, you notice only by watching his face, only a few of his freckles hidden behind raindrops.  

“What are you scared of?” 

Your voice is equally as quiet, like you’re afraid of scaring him off. Mostly, though, it’s because you don’t trust your voice not to quiver when he’s this close to you. Something about touching him makes you nervous, though you’re not sure why. 

“I don’t know. Everything, I guess,” He sighs and pauses, moving his head to rest in the crook of your neck instead. You listen as he takes a few deep breaths, and feel them against the skin of your throat — warm air against cool flesh. “I’m scared that it won’t work out. That I won’t make the national team, and this will all be for nothing.”

You scrunch your nose as he moves away from you to glue his eyes to the sky instead. “You will make the national team, though.” 

“Even my parents don’t believe that,” He scoffs, but his voice breaks midway in the sentence and it’s like it tears your heart apart with it. “They don’t even want me to try out for the team, you know. They think I’m wasting my time and energy on something I’m not sure I can achieve. My dad wants me to study law or medicine, and my mom… I think she just wants to stop worrying whether I’ll get a job after college or not.”

You stay silent for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts. Jaehyun’s breathing is heavy, his jaw clenched. You want to do something to ease his mind — hug him, tell him you believe in him, buy him all the red bull in the world — just anything. But you don’t know what to do or what to say, because you’ve never seen him like this. Vulnerable. 

Finally, you take a deep breath. “It’s understandable she’s worried—” 

“I know, but—”

“You didn’t let me finish,” You want it to come off as sharp, but it doesn’t. It does catch Jaehyun’s attention, though, and he turns to you again. “It’s understandable she’s worried, but if your parents doubt you can make the national team, they must be completely clueless to just how fucking stubborn you are.”

He blinks — you don’t know whether that’s a sign he’s confused or he’s listening attentively. Maybe it’s both. 

Without thinking it through too much, you place your hand on his. It’s just your skin resting against his, you’re not brave enough to hold his hand properly, but it still makes your heart pick up its pace. You’re not sure why you do it — whether it is to comfort him or yourself, but something in your stomach jumps as Jaehyun’s eyes flicker down to where your hands are connected. 

A sense of fear flashes through your head. What if holding his hand did the opposite of what you wanted? What if he’s disgusted? For a moment, you feel so nervous you think you might die. 

But then his fingers move across your skin and you look down just in time to catch him interlacing his fingers with yours. Suddenly, your skin is filled with goosebumps, and you have the suspicion it isn’t solely from the cold rain. You look at him, but his eyes still rest on the grass separating you two. Which is kind of relieving, because you need a second to calm yourself down and recollect your thoughts. 

“I mean, look at you,” you pick up where you left off, finally finding the right words, and only then does Jaehyun’s gaze find its way back to your face. “You’re the guy that started playing football against high schoolers in middle school because the people your age got mad you always won. Sorry to disappoint your parents, but you’re gonna make the national team. I know you will.” 

His chest heaves with every breath, strands of wet hair all up in his face. It’s stopped raining, and only then do you realize just how cold it is. Jaehyun stays silent for a few moments, his eyes never leaving yours. And just like how people say they drown in someone’s eyes, you find yourself swimming in his gaze. Floating, because drowning would mean dying and you’ve never felt more alive than right now. 

Jaehyun forces you out of your thoughts by moving your intertwined hands so they lie between your faces instead. 

“Thank you,” he whispers. You’re about to shrug it off, but he cuts you off before you can even finish your sentence. “Don’t you dare say it’s nothing. I mean it.”

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” he smiles for the first time since you lied down on the grass, and you shiver. His eyes don’t fail to notice, and he’s quick to say, “Let’s go home, I’m freezing.”

He’s not freezing, though. Actually, there’s some kind of weird, warm sensation bubbling in his chest as he stands up and pulls you with him. His fingers leave yours, which for some reason makes him feel a little sad, and he takes off his jacket, the cold air hitting him harder than ever. You raise your eyebrows, probably wondering why the hell he’s taking off his clothes when he just said he’s freezing. 

“Take this,” he hands you the jacket, which on second thought he realizes is completely soaked through and will probably do nothing to shield you from the cold. Jesus, he feels so dumb he wishes the ground would swallow him up. “Uh, it’s a little wet, but…”

You smile as you take the jacket from his hands. “Thank you.”

Jaehyun watches with a grin as you put it on, rolling up the sleeves that fall past your fingers. He thinks this might have been the best day of his life. 

No, he doesn’t think. This time, he knows. 

—

You never would’ve imagined yourself sprinting to college at 10am on a Saturday in order to watch a football game, yet here you are.

Truthfully, it’s your own fault. Staying up drinking with your friends the night prior probably wasn’t the best idea, but Dahyun complained you were spending too little time with them and too much time with Jaehyun, so you wanted to make it up to her. Little did you know that would result in you being woken up by your phone ringing, Jaehyun’s voice asking you where the fuck you are. 

“I’m on my way, don’t worry,” You had responded, obviously lying — for what reason, Jaehyun wasn’t sure, because he clearly heard it in your voice that you were barely awake. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

That was fifteen minutes ago. Turns out you aren’t a complete liar, though, because just as your phone shows 10:15 (meaning the game starts in five minutes) you have reached the football field, where the tribunes are pretty much packed. You look around to find Dahyun or Beomgyu, but there’s too many people, so you walk closer to the sidelines instead, hoping to spot Jaehyun’s coach. 

You see him outside of the locker room — he’s surrounded by the whole football team, and you catch a glimpse of Jaehyun in his black uniform. His brows are furrowed as he says something, maybe he’s explaining some playing strategy, and then his teammates are nodding along and the coach pats him on the back. You smile softly at the scene, but then a voice announces that the game is starting in two minutes through the speakers and you have the sudden urge to wish Jaehyun good luck. 

“Jaehyun!” You shout, jogging up to him just as he’s about to follow his teammates onto the field. He turns around, and his confused expression molds into a grin as his eyes meet yours. 

“You made it,” He says, and you nod. His gaze moves down to your body, and you wonder if you put on your shirt the wrong way or something, but then he smirks. “Nice jacket, by the way.”

You furrow your brows and look down, only for your heart to skip a beat as you realize what you’re wearing. His jacket. The one he gave you when you were playing football a couple days ago, and you never bothered to give it back because you always forgot about it. And because it smells nice, but you’d never admit that. 

Shit. You must’ve put it on by accident due to being in a hurry this morning. 

“Oh, I was just about to take this off, actually. I just brought it with me to give it to you and—”

“Keep it,” He cuts you off with that awful smirk on his face. Does the football field give him some sort of confidence boost or something? “It looks better on you, anyway.”

It’s almost suffocating, the warmth stirring up in your chest at his words. Like your heart’s tightening and not letting you breathe, except you’re breathing just fine, almost getting drunk on the amount of air in your lungs. It’s a paradox, you suppose, just like you desire to be with him simultaneously to how you hate your heart for beating faster around him. 

“Thanks,” You say. One look at the field and the tribunes overfilled with people makes you remember how much of an important day this is to Jaehyun, so you take a deep breath and say, “Good luck, by the way. Not that you need it.” 

He smiles as the judge blows into his whistle, signaling the game is starting. “How about a good luck kiss?”

“Now you’re really pushing your luck, Jung Jaehyun,” You literally feel your inside turn to mush as you push him further onto the field. “Go play before they start without you. Go!” 

“You gotta watch the whole thing, okay?” He shouts, running backwards as the ball is kicked for the first time and the game starts. “Don’t you dare leave!” 

And just like that, he runs to help his teammates, leaving you on the sidelines with a smile on your face. 

Dahyun and Beomgyu are still nowhere to be seen, so you ask Jaehyun’s coach whether you can sit on the side benches a few moments later when your legs start to get tired from standing. He’s standing alone, too focused on the game to talk to anyone — at least until you approach him. Much to your surprise, he seems like he expected your question and takes you to where the substitute players are seated. 

“Thank God you finally came,” Jaehyun’s coach says as you both sit down, watching the players run across the field. “Jaehyun looked like he was about to cry when I told him there were ten minutes left before the game and you still hadn’t shown up.”

You chuckle. “I think you’re over-exaggerating, Coach.” 

Your eyes are glued to the field when Jaehyun’s team scores their first goal — Jaehyun cheers loudly and so does the audience, and you see a soft smile on his face as he pats his teammate’s back. He looks proud and happy — it’s nice seeing him like that after all the nights he spent preparing for this match. 

“You’re kidding, right?”

You turn your head in the coach’s direction momentarily, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he sends you a knowing smile that you miss when your gaze flicks back to the game. “I’m not over-exaggerating. He’s crazy about you. At practice, he’s unfocused, because he’s waiting for you to come. He leaves early and says he’s tired, but instead of going home, he drives to the coffee shop. Some days his eyes will be drooping and he won’t talk to anyone, but then you sit on the sidelines and suddenly, he’s the happiest man alive.”

The opposing team scores and your heart sinks in your chest, Jaehyun’s frustrated scream filling your ears. You don’t know whether he’s screaming so loudly, or if you’re just hearing his voice because he’s all that matters to you on that field. The coach’s words are like a ticking bomb inside your brain — you can tell from how he’s looking at you from the side that he wants to say something more. Quietly, you pray he won’t, that he’ll forget about this conversation, that your heart will calm down. That Jaehyun will win and you’ll go back home praising him for his skills and he will be happy and you won’t have to think too much about everything that’s messing with your head. 

“I mean, I don’t know what’s going on inside his head, but what I do know is that I’ve never seen Jaehyun act like that before. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he might be in love with you.”

“Good thing we both know better, then,” you reply, but your voice is shaky. Insincere. “Besides, even if he did feel that way, I don’t like him like that at all.”

You’re not sure whether you’re trying to convince Jaehyun’s coach or yourself. 

When the judge announces a break and Jaehyun comes to sit by your side about ten minutes later, there’s a million thoughts inside your head, but you push all of them back to send Jaehyun a smile. 

“You didn’t leave,” he says breathlessly.

“Yet.” 

He pouts. “Mean.” 

You watch as he gets a bottle of water and opens it above his head. The water splashes in his hair and trickles down his face while the sun illuminates his frame. His uniform is clinging to his body with sweat, legs just slightly shaking when he stands up so the water doesn’t spill on you. He looks beautiful, you realize with a bitter heart — so beautiful it makes you want to rip your hair out. 

“You’re staring.”

“Oh, shut up,” you scoff, breath hitching in your throat at his comment and smirk. “I was only looking to tell you you look awful.”

He’s about to retort something, but the whistle blows again and he needs to leave. A little too early for your taste. You get that he’s here to play football, but surely they can afford to give him five more minutes to relax? Your hand moves before your mind, grabbing his wrist before he walks away and turning him around. 

“I won’t leave, just so you know. I was just joking.”

You’re not sure why you say it or why you’re so reluctant on letting him go, but Jaehyun doesn’t question your behavior. At least not out loud. 

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he grins, teeth on display as the wet hair falls into his eyes. 

The judge shouts at him to get back immediately and so, a little panicked and a little infatuated, you reach forward without thinking too much and push the hair strands out of his face. You’ve thought about doing it so many times that it doesn’t dawn on you that you actually pushed his hair out of his eyes before your gaze meets his and you notice the shock on his face. 

“So your aim won’t suck,” You explain quickly. “Don’t want you to hit anyone in the face just because your hair’s in your eyes.”

Jaehyun tries his best to keep the blush from creeping up his neck at your touch and at the way you seem nervous, too. Silently, he makes a promise to himself that if he wins this game, he’ll tell you he wants you to come to every single one of his games from now on. If he doesn’t… well, that would be really fucking embarrassing and he’s trying to impress you here, so he decides to throw that option away completely. 

“Right,” he says to you, unable to hide his smile. 

And then he’s running away with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

When there’s two minutes left of the match and Jaehyun’s team is winning by three goals, you’re smiling like crazy, ready to start shouting in glee any second. 

But as Jaehyun runs close enough for you to see his face clearly, he doesn’t look happy at all. Your eyebrows furrow as you look at him, and in that moment, you truly wish you could read his mind. He should be celebrating, no? It’s certain his team will win. 

That’s when you remember what he said that night roughly a week ago: Some club coaches are going to be there, so I need to do well if I want to be noticed. 

He hasn’t scored any goals for his team, except one that was a penalty kick. You look at him again, and this time it’s obvious — the shame in his eyes. You want to shout at him that he’s stupid to think he did bad just because he hasn’t scored some extraordinary goal, but instead, you settle on squeezing the arm of the bench as hard as you can, until your knuckles turn white. 

“You love him, don’t you?”

“What?” 

You wish the question surprised you more than it did, and you definitely wish the answer to it didn’t pop up in your head immediately. Easily, like it’s an exam question you’ve studied for a week to answer, the exact question you expected to be asked. But you’ve put the pieces together — whether that happened the day he drove you to school or ten seconds ago, you don’t know — and the puzzle doesn’t need any more solving. 

“You love Jaehyun,” the coach repeats, and this time, your whole body breaks out in flames at his words. 

“Yeah,” you say finally, eyes on Jaehyun as he manages to take the ball from someone on the opposing team. “Yeah, I do.” 

Jaehyun’s foot moves smoothly — one fluid movement, just like he told you — as he kicks it. It cuts through air quickly, but it’s enough time for everyone to hold their breaths in suspense, the tribunes growing deadly quiet. You don’t dare make a sound. But then it falls right into the goal, passing by the keeper’s shaky hands and the silence shatters with the sound of Jaehyun’s scream. It’s joy, pure happiness in the form of his voice and when he falls down on his knees with a smile wider than ever, you think you’d do just about anything to see him this happy again. 

His teammates surround him like moths drawn to a flame as the judge announces the game is over, mere seconds later. You’re just like them, in a way, because you can’t hold yourself back from standing up and walking onto the field yourself. 

“Jaehyun!” 

He turns from his teammates, meeting your gaze from where he’s standing a couple meters away from you. You send him a smile and suddenly, something wet is settling in the edge of your eyes. You blink it away, kind of embarrassed, yet it doesn’t stop you from practically running into his arms as he spreads them invitingly. 

You wrap your arms around his waist. nuzzling your head in his chest as his arms pull you into a warm embrace. His team is probably confused to no end, he thinks, but really, as long as it doesn’t bother you, he doesn’t care. No, actually, he does care, but only about the elation that stirs up in his heart at being this close to you, at smelling your hair, hearing your breath. It’s stupid, probably, but for the first time, his disappointed father wasn’t the first person to occupy his thoughts after he scored.

It was you. 

He pushes you away softly, only far enough to look down on your face while keeping his arms around your middle.

“Hi.” 

You smile up at him and it’s perfect. All of it — the crowd screaming for him, the adrenaline in his veins, you. He loves all of it. 

And so he responds with a “Hey,” and does what any other sane person would do.

He kisses you. 

He’s not sure what gives him the final push. Whether it’s the adrenaline from the match, your smile, or that intense feeling of pure love that fills him up to the brim, until it finally spills over and his lips land on yours. 

It’s not like he imagined, the kiss. In his daydreams, his pulse was steady and his heartbeat slow, lips moving in sync with your without mistake. Now, his palms are getting sweaty and his heart is beating out of his chest and there’s so much he wants to feel at once that his lips aren’t enough. His hands rest on your waist, but they shiver, and he wonders if it bothers you. You don’t seem to mind, though, so he brings his fingers to tilt your chin up a little, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. 

The sun warms up your face when he deepens the kiss — at least that’s what you tell yourself, feeling your whole body heat up the moment your chest is pulled flush against him. Your fingers sink into his hair, heart beating dangerously fast as you taste him on your tongue. It’s like some sort of mantra — just Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun inside your head. 

Even as he pulls away to breathe, all the cheering coming from his teammates barely reaches your ears, drowned out by the sound of his breathing heavy against your lips. 

You love him. There’s no doubt about that; not anymore. There might’ve been before — you can’t really remember when your brain’s foggy from the fact that you just kissed Jung Jaehyun — but now, you simply feel like your heart will explode any second if he doesn’t kiss you again. 

“Y/N,” He says instead and you look at him expectantly.

“Yeah?”

“You wanna know a secret?” 

“Always,” you reply, voice a little shaky. It’s true, though — you want to hear all his secrets and store them away in the deepest corner of your soul along with all the small moments you’ve been hiding there ever since you met him. 

“I’m in love with you,” he breathes finally, and you feel his grip on your waist tighten. Like he’s afraid you’ll run away from him. “I’m really fucking in love with you.”

Really, though, you’re far from running away. If anything, you wish you could stay in this moment forever — looking up at his face, lip pulled between his teeth and his chest heaving with each breath. The people around you are a part of the background, you can faintly hear some whispers of Jaehyun’s name, but almost everyone is busy celebrating their win. You’re also busy celebrating, your heart doing somersaults, your brain still trying to process what was just said.

Jung Jaehyun is in love with you. And you’re in love with him. 

“Can you please say something? I’m about to die from embarrassment here.”

“Sorry,” you giggle, looking at the way Jaehyun’s scratching his neck. “It’s just that this is the first time I’m seeing you this nervous. It’s cute.”

He puts on an utterly scandalized expression, burying his face in his hands as his ears go red. “Cute? Oh my God, now I’m going to have to switch football teams and—” 

“I’m in love with you, too, stupid,” you cut him off with a grin, pulling him closer so your chests are touching again and you have to lift your head up to look him in the eyes. “Even if your shirt is soaked with sweat.”

“You like it when I’m all sweaty, though.” Suddenly, he’s regained his confidence, making your heart beat harder when his hands cup your cheeks and he leans down to nuzzle his nose against yours. Is it awful that you feel something turn in your stomach at the sight of his bare arms this close to your face? Probably — but honestly, you don’t care. “Don’t deny it. I’ve seen how you’re looking at me during practice.”

Your breath hitches and you push him away, trying your best to ignore the warmth spreading across your body. “You’re delusional, Jung Jaehyun.”

“I’m also your boyfriend, so I’d say it’s a win,” He grins, intertwining his fingers with yours, but then his smile falls for a moment, replaced by a tentative gaze in your direction. “I am your boyfriend, right?”

“Yeah,” You smile and the gleeful expression returns to Jaehyun’s face. “Yeah, you definitely are.” 

—

Jaehyun is impatient. Always has been, and probably always will be. 

Only that until now, it hasn't been a problem. In fact, his coach always used to say that his restlessness is what makes him a great football player. That it's a blessing. 

But right now, as Jaehyun finds himself getting impatient at his football game because his mind is filled with thoughts of you, he thinks it's more like a curse. A strong one at that. Because how the fuck is he supposed to focus on kicking a football when you're sitting on the tribunes, waiting for him in the tiniest skirt he's ever seen?

Okay, so maybe it's his own fault, because you did ask him what you should wear to his game this weekend and he had picked out the skirt himself. But you had sent him a picture of it on the floor, not around your hips, and he never would’ve imagined it being this short. Besides, had he known you’d wear a low-cut top with it, he would’ve told you to wear jeans, because dealing with a boner on the field isn’t exactly ideal. He doesn’t even want to think what his teammates will say if they notice his state. 

You’re not completely innocent in this matter, though. Putting on that top that makes his eyes linger on your cleavage a second too long and shamelessly staring at him during the whole game is most definitely intentional. You’re not evil, though — it’s just that dating the hottest footballer on the school team is supposed to have its perks, right? 

And one of them should be getting to fuck him after a game, because — as much as you hate to admit it — he does look hot all sweaty. 

You sit on the bench silently, cheering when Jaehyun’s team scores a goal and blowing kisses in his direction when nobody sees. It’s kind of funny just how quickly you managed to go from being his friend to making out with him every chance you get. Now, after just a month of dating, you know everything about him and yet you want to know more. What you love most, you think, is that there’s always something more to find out.

Like whether Jaehyun will let you drag him into the locker room after the game. 

Your prediction after seeing him look in your direction countless times during the match is that he will, but, just like everything about him, it’s uncertain. But that’s just what makes it even more exciting to wrap your arms around his neck after his team has won, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him. It isn’t the first or even twentieth time you’re kissing him, but feeling his lips on yours feels just as amazing as ever. 

“Hello to you, too,” he mumbles against your lips, slipping his fingers under your shirt so he can grab your bare waist. It tickles where he touches you, like fire spreading across your skin. “You liked the game?”

“Not really, it was boring,” you tell him and he rolls his eyes with a soft smile. “I don’t even know why I come to these things.”

“Because you love me, that’s why.” 

“You’re so overconfident,” you click your tongue, unable to hide your smile as he pulls you even closer, so you’re flush against him. “But I guess seeing you in this uniform makes up for it.”

He grins at your words.

“Told you. You love coming to my games.” 

“Mhm.” You rest your head on his shoulder, looking up at him. “Don’t you think I deserve a reward for being such a good girlfriend?”

You watch as he processes your words, eyebrows raising. His lower lip trembles just in the slightest as he figures it out — in the exact same way it does before a big game or when he’s dying to kiss you. He might be sending you a careless look, but from how the tips of his ears are tinted pink, it seems he’s less unbothered by your proposition than what he’d like to be. 

“You wanna go home?”

He asks the question casually, but his fingers grip your waist tighter. 

“No,” you reply and he furrows his brows, tilting his head to the side. “It’s too far away.” 

“Too far away?”

“Mhm.”

You stand on your tiptoes to nuzzle your nose into his cheek, lips lightly brushing over his dimple. He smiles softly and you take the opportunity to press a kiss to his cheek, before moving lower. You can hear him swallow when you kiss down his jaw, head instinctively tilting a little to the side to let you continue onto his neck. He didn’t really plan on giving in this easily — teasing you is his favorite thing, after all — but your wet kisses against his skin are enough to make him cave. 

It’s only when your lips reach his collarbones and he feels himself growing hard from underneath his shorts that he remembers you’re standing in the middle of the football field, where everyone can see you. 

He inhales sharply as your lips suck on a spot just above his collarbone, hand grabbing your waist tighter. “What do you want to do then?”

“Come with me.” You don’t miss a beat, pulling away to grab his hand. 

Jaehyun’s teammates are long gone as you lead him in the direction of the sidelines — some changing in the locker rooms, others probably on their way home by now. The weight of Jaehyun’s hand in yours calms your nerves a little, because — as much as you hate to admit it — he still manages to make you nervous with his presence, especially when he’s in that goddamn uniform and his ego is over the roof. 

You drag him further along the football field, and stop by the locker rooms, pressing your ear against the door of the first one. 

“What are you doing?” 

You don’t reply to his question, just shake your head as you hear the water running from one of the showers, and move on to the next locker room. This one is completely silent when you listen for any noise and you smile in victory, pulling Jaehyun’s hand harder as you slip inside. 

“Y/N, what are you-”

You cut him off, pulling at his shirt so he leans down and allows you to kiss him, this time on the lips. He gives in immediately, hands flying to cup your cheeks and tilt your head backwards so he can slip his tongue inside your mouth with ease. You stumble a few steps back, the plan to double-check whether there’s anyone here long gone from your mind as you kiss him. 

Jaehyun’s hands fall lower, to your hips, and he pulls you closer only to rest his leg between your thighs. You shiver at this, letting out a shaky breath into his mouth. He smiles against your lips, obviously satisfied by your reaction, and slips one of his hands inside your shirt. You feel it travel upwards, creating goosebumps on your bare skin before he manages to unclasp your bra and take it off so you’re left with only your tank top, nipples showing through the thin fabric. 

It’s him that pulls away first, eyes taking in your state and a groan leaving past his lips. “Is it bad I really want to fuck you stupid right now?” 

If bad means your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortably wet, then sure, it’s bad. But mostly, you think you might die if he doesn’t touch you again.

“The only bad thing is that you’re not doing anything about it.”

You pout at him, feeling something turn pleasantly in your stomach when he pulls his lip between his teeth, jaw set. He looks so good it drives you insane — shirt sticking to his muscles, thigh on display from where it’s resting between your legs. If he just moved it up an inch or two…

“Jae…” you say, and his eyes move up to look at your pleading face. “Would you please do something?”

He raises a brow, and presses down on your hips, testing the waters. Sure enough, you let out a half-suppressed whimper when your clothed pussy just slightly touches his thigh. He smiles at that, flexing his thigh as he does it again, your nails digging into his biceps as he guides your hips along his leg. It makes your head spin when your pussy is dragged back and forth against his skin, and you practically moan out his name as you tug at his arm. 

Tilting his head to the side, he smiles. “You want it that bad?” 

“Need it, Jae, please.” 

“God, you’re so needy,” he presses his tongue against his cheek. “Alright, if you want it so bad, I guess I’d be really mean not to give it to you, right?”

You don’t need any more assurance. Quickly, you grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, knuckles grazing his sweaty muscles on the way up. Your eyes take a second to admire his bare chest, and you can only imagine how widely he’s grinning from the way you’re rubbing your thighs together in order to ease the heat forming there. You’ll worry about the consequences of your own actions (Jaehyun’s relentless teasing) later, though — for now, you’re more than happy with the promise that he’ll give you what you want. 

Goosebumps form on his skin when you press a kiss against his collarbone — picking up where you left off earlier. You smile against the flesh, looking up at him as you let your teeth bite down just slightly, enjoying how his brows furrow and his fingers squeeze your breast in response. His abdominal muscles feel firm under your lips as you kiss them — slowly, because seeing him go crazy is one of your favorite things in the world. 

He bites down on his lip as your kisses move further down, tongue swiping over his abs before you reach the waistband of his pants. You can see the outline of his cock through his shorts — probably hard and leaking for you, and the thought forms a throb between your legs. Letting your fingers move downwards, you palm him through the fabric, which makes a soft groan escape past his lips.

“Stop.” You look up as Jaehyun tugs at your hair, his eyes hazy and chest heaving. Confused, you blink up at him, but he only pulls you up and against him, his cock just barely rubbing against your thigh. “Wanna feel you.”

You don’t really get to respond as he drags you further into the locker room, walking all the way to the corner of the room, where the lockers are. 

It’s unexpected when he spins you around, hands positioned on your hips as he pushes you softly so your chest comes in contact with the cool locker. You gasp quietly as the cold seeps through the thin fabric of your shirt, your first instinct to pull back, but Jaehyun holds you in place. His hand slips under your top and comes up to play with your tits to warm you up, and you sigh into his touch when he pinches your nipple lightly. 

“Okay?” he asks, his breath hitting your ear, and it takes you a second to register he actually wants you to answer. 

“O-okay,” you mumble shakily upon feeling Jaehyun’s other hand on your inner thigh, slowly inching towards the throbbing between your legs. 

His fingers pinch your thigh and you shudder, biting your lip when his knuckles brush over your clothed pussy from underneath your skirt. Your panties are completely soaked, some of your arousal probably seeping onto Jaehyun’s fingers when he rubs his fingers against you again — slowly, so softly you have to stop yourself from whimpering for him to give you more. 

He understands it even without your words, though — probably from how your hips involuntarily move back to meet his fingers — and lifts up your skirt so he can pull your panties down your legs. You help him eagerly, lifting your legs and meeting his gaze for just a moment as you take the opportunity to turn your head. He sends you that smile that makes your knees buckle before grabbing your hips again and pulling them against the bulge in his pants.

There might be a layer of clothing separating your pussy from his cock, but you still let out a mewl at the feeling of finally creating some friction. You just know Jaehyun’s wearing a grin when he pulls away from you again, only to replace his hips with his fingers that make you shiver when they come in contact with your bare cunt. He slides them back and forth through your folds, spreading your arousal across your pussy before he rubs your clit in circles, making you clench around nothing. Your head falls against the locker, a small whimper escaping past your lips. 

“Yeah?” He retracts his fingers momentarily, only to deliver a slap to your cunt — which makes your mouth part in a broken moan. “This okay, too?”

You shiver, pushing your hips back even more. “Yeah.”

His hand grips your hip tightly as he teases your entrance with his finger before slipping it inside, your walls sucking him in immediately. You moan his name, spreading your legs wider so he can start slowly moving his finger, curling it inside your cunt in a way that makes you clench around him. Your mouth falls open as he adds another finger, pumping them in and out of your hole so well your legs feel weak after only a few pushes. 

If it weren't for your hazy mind, you definitely would have felt embarrassed at the loud sounds of his fingers fucking you, but with his digits deep inside of you and his cock pressing against your ass from behind, you can't bring yourself to care. It feels so good you don’t want it to stop.

Except it does — a mere twenty seconds later, as you feel the familiar sensation of rapture start to stir up in your stomach, Jaehyun pulls his fingers away like you weren’t so close to reaching your high. 

You turn around with a pout on your face, legs slightly shaking. “Why’d you stop?”

You feel like you could cry, but Jaehyun only chuckles, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. You lean into his touch, whimpering into his mouth when he squeezes one of your tits. 

“Want you to cum on my cock,” he says against your lips and you shiver, feeling his hands drop to your hips, pulling you closer so his still clothed cock rests just beneath your throbbing pussy. “Okay?”

“Yes, please.”

He smiles, eyes crinkling as your hands move to pull down his shorts and boxers, mouth parting slightly when you take out his cock. You almost want to get on your knees and suck him off, but the painful throbbing between your legs tells you otherwise, so you only stroke him a couple times, kissing his jaw, before letting him turn you around again. 

His hands come up to your waist to lift your shirt over your head and throw it off somewhere. You let out a small whimper when your bare tits are pushed against the lockers, arousal pooling between your legs.

“What if somebody comes in?” you ask, admittedly more to hear his voice than to get an actual answer out of him. You're way past worrying about someone coming in by now.

Jaehyun clicks his tongue and you feel his cock press against your cunt, softly grazing your folds and coating itself in your arousal. “I guess you’ll just have to be a good girl and stay quiet so nobody does.”

Clenching around nothing at his words, your hands come up to hold the lockers so you don't fall to your knees from the simple sensation of him slapping your pussy with his dick. You try pushing your hips back to make him hurry, but he's intent on dragging his cock through your folds painfully slowly, paying no mind to the way you whimper as he comes in contact with your puffy clit. 

Thank God he's an impatient person, because his teasing doesn't last more than five seconds before he's lining up at your entrance, pushing in slowly with his hands coming up to play with your tits. You lean into his touch, moaning softly at the stretch and spreading your legs further to help him slide in. You don't really need to, though, because you're so wet he thrusts into your cunt with ease. 

“Shit, I love you so much,” He mumbles into your ear, a small groan escaping past his lips as he bottoms out, your walls tightening around him. “Love fucking this pussy. Always so wet and warm for me.”

You hold harder onto the lockers as Jaehyun starts rocking his hips into yours — slow, shallow thrusts that already have you biting your lip to muffle any sounds that threaten to spill from your mouth. Faintly, you hear the slam of a locker in one of the other rooms, and it only makes your cunt clamp down even harder on his cock. 

“You love it too, don’t you? Love having your pussy stuffed with my cock?” 

Jaehyun’s grip on your hips tightens as he pushes deeper into your cunt, your moan way too loud for it to be classified as quiet. You only nod in response to his question, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feeling of him pulling almost entirely out before pushing his cock back in, so deep you swear you feel him in your stomach. 

He groans at how you’re sucking him in, landing a soft slap on your ass. “‘Course you do, that’s all you ever think about, right? Even when we’re in public, all you want is to get fucked dumb.”

You nod dumbly. You whimper loudly when he picks up the pace of his thrusts, your pussy tightening around his cock. It takes him less than three rolls of his hips to find that one spot that makes your toes curl, and when he does, he makes an effort to hit it repeatedly, so fast it makes your head spin. 

“Yeah? Feels good?” 

“Mhm,” you choke out. And as if you’re not shaking from pleasure already, he brings his fingers to rub circles into your clit, his arms practically holding you up. “Please don’t stop, Jaehyun, please—”

It confuses him a little — why you think he would even want to stop right now, with the way you’re clamping down on his cock, moaning his name in a way that has him struggling not to cum right then and there. His own hips stutter just as you start clenching and unclenching around him, your moan growing into broken whimper and incoherent mumbling of how good it feels and how you want him to go faster. 

And so he does, grabbing your hips harder so he can push you further onto his cock, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. His thrusts make the locker bang softly against the wall, but all you can focus on is the way his cock is pistoning in and out of your cunt, filling you up to the brim. 

“You gonna cum, baby?” he rasps into your ear as you start shaking from underneath him. “Gonna cum all over my cock?” 

You only nod frantically, mumbling something he can’t make out and then, with a last few rubs of his fingers against your clit, the knot in your lower stomach snaps. He cums not too much later, groaning against your cheek as he spills his cum inside of you. 

Jaehyun lets you come down from your high before he pulls out, smiling to himself at the whine you let out. He gets dressed and helps you put your shirt and panties on, chuckling as he sees your legs shaking when you walk over to him.

“What the hell are you laughing at?” you grumble at him, but it doesn’t really sound threatening when you’re wearing a giddy smile on your face. “It’s your fault, you know. You’re gonna have to carry me home now.”

“Sorry,” he replies, sounding the least sorry he’s ever been. “If it makes you feel any better, I just got hard again from looking at your legs.” 

You scoff at that, but let him interlace your fingers as you emerge from the locker room together. It almost surprises you how cold the air outside is compared to how hot it was inside — though you think that might’ve had something to do with other things than just the temperature. 

“So,” Jaehyun grins from ear to ear as he speaks up a few moments later. “When do I get to fuck you in the locker room again?” 

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Fucking Up the Sheets | Jung Jaehyun

Pairing: Fem!reader x Jung Jaehyun

Word count: 2.8k

Genre: smut, slice of life, teeny tiny bit of angst, fluff

Summary/Warnings: nsfw, established relationship, soft dom!jae, mentions of overstimulation, choking and squirting.

Never in your life did you imagine reaching this level of domestic in your relationship with Jaehyun this fast and so naturally. You’ve been together for 4 years now. Both of your social circles have basically melted together, and the only place where you lived separate lives was at work, especially since you started living together not long ago.  

Your friends always warned you that the first few months of living together was going to be tough. You’d have to re-figure each other out and get past the tiny differences you didn’t know about yet. Living together would be nothing like staying over at each other’s’ place or going on vacations for that matter.  Because now…you had a household to maintain. As a team.  

But to be honest…things worked pretty fine?  

The only problem is that Jaehyun only knows how to vacuum and do the dishes. He does all the other ‘manly’ stuff. Like taking out the trash, carrying the groceries in and fixing a lightbulb when needed. Though there weren't many bulbs to replace in a new home in the first place...  

“Babe, when I get back from work can you please change the bed sheets. I didn’t have time.” You were running late for work, giving him a desperate look as you stood in the hallway, ready to leave with your car keys and big ass water bottle in your hands.  

He didn’t look up from his phone, pursing his lips together to show his dimples as he nodded. A low hum escaped his lips, letting you know that he heard you.  

You stood still for a second, knowing him well enough to know he probably half-heard you. But for the purpose of avoiding a fight you decided to just trust him for once and not nag for not listening to you because you didn’t know for sure that he didn’t.  

You were just going to have to put your faith in him for once. And hopefully when you got back…he did the damn thing.  

Your job had it out for you today.  

You mixed up a deadline which meant you had to stay later than usual to be able to make it work and now that it was 8 pm. You were exhausted, dehydrated and tense.  

You tried to relax your shoulders and cancel out the dull ache in your lower back from sitting at your desk all day, but it was of no use. It looks like Jaehyun would have to massage yet another knot out of your shoulders tonight.

The thought of seeing him after such a long day made a smile creep up on your face unknowingly. Ah, yes. Home. It really is where the heart is.

“Babe?” you called out for him once you entered the house and walked straight into your living and kitchen area. He spotted you from the couch and got up to greet you. You had a rather exhausted pout on your face which made him chuckle at your cuteness when you opened your arms for him. He embraced you tightly, which made your eyes close in solace for a second. Jaehyun planted a kiss atop of your head and let go after his hands traveled to your waist. “I got takeout. I’ll heat some up for you while you shower, okay?” he sweetly suggests as he ghosted his thumb over your frown.

You nodded with a content smile, unknitting your eyebrows for the first time in a while. Your well-deserved weekend could finally start, and all you wanted to do after your diner was climb into your warm, clean bed to binge your favorite show together, but when you got out of the shower and into your bedroom, your smile faded.  

Jaehyun hadn’t made the bed yet, and just like that your good mood was spoiled.  

You kick yourself for not making sure he fully heard you this morning when you asked him to put on fresh sheets.

You were more fired up than usual given todays events and angrily started to remove the pillowcases one by one, making your way to the end of the bed with annoyed stomps to start unbuttoning the duvet cover and just as you were about to pull it off, the door creaked open.  

“Food is rea…dy.”  

You hadn’t looked at him yet but the little pause in his sentence was a dead giveaway for the fact that he knew you were angry. And that he KNEW he was supposed to do what you were doing right now.  

So, he did hear you this morning.  

You turn around giving him an exhausted glare. “I thought I asked you to do this.” you say throwing one of the pillowcases right at him.

His eyebrows raised in surprise, swiftly catching the cotton cover before it could hit him in the face. “I….yeah. True.” he admits pursing his lips together to show his dimples.

You just stare back at him at a loss for words. The least he could say is “I was going to” or a “Yes, sorry, I forgot, I’ll do it right now.” But he just gave you a corny ass smile as he leaned on the doorpost. Well at least he wasn’t trying to gaslight you…but why was he looking at you look that?  

You sigh in defeat, crossing your arms over your chest to seem more intimidating “Jaehyun, for fucks sake please just-” he interrupted you. “Baby where are your clothes?” he bit his lip as he gave you a look up and down and that’s when it struck you that you were only wearing your panties since you just got out of the shower.  

You guess you got distracted by your unmade bed before you could even think of putting something on.  

“I-” you look down at your bare chest and up at him again. “Jaehyun. Stop. I’m serious. Nothing about the way we run this household right now is 50/50.”  

“Hmm.” He wasn’t hearing you. His senses completely numbed by the raging hormones coursing through his veins as he looked at you through hooded eyes. He bit the inside of his cheek, his mouth watering at the sight of your erect nipples accompanied by the remaining droplets of water from your shower that remained on your neck and chest like glistening crystals. Even after all these years you still had the same effect on him.

He closed the distance between you two, brushing your hair back as his other fingertips ghosted from your neck to your chest, clamping on of your nipples between his middle and index finger. You jolted from the sensation, his cold hands sending shivers down your spine. “Sorry baby…” he mused, planting a quick kiss to your lips. “I have to get used to having you around like this all the time…” he stopped his sentence, looking down at you in awe as he feathered his fingers down your stomach. “I’ll be better, I promise.” He whispered in your ear before biting your earlobe ever so softly, and without warning his hand disappeared into your underwear.  

You immediately felt your whole body relax as you held onto his shoulders for leverage. You were dumbfounded by how easy it was for him to completely manipulate you like that. So you knew you had to put your foot down and…and uhm… -  by now you felt his fingers on your clit – What were you saying again?  

A breathy moan escaped your lips as you throw your head back in bliss. His digits slowly but steadily rubbing circles against your most sensitive bundle of nerves. “Jae-” you whined, unable to think straight anymore. “Hmm?” he mused, adding a bit more pressure now, making you buck your hips forwards in his hold. His other arm wrapped around your waist from behind to hold you in place for what he was about to do next as he moved your panties aside. Jaehyun then expertly coated his middle and index finger with his saliva, giving you a devilish look as he slowly inserted his fingers into you.  

You gasped at the stretch, but fully gave in by now just because it felt too good not to. You huffed, trying to find inner strength to voice something other than your incoherent moans.  

“L-lets argue later.” You guffawed, making him shake his head at you. He smirked contently, continuing his ministrations inside of you. “Let’s not argue at all baby.”

Fuck it. He was right.

You pulled him in for a deeper kiss as he finger-fucked you; making him moan into your mouth at your sudden eagerness. The bass in his voice made your body react to him by tightening around his fingers which made him smile against your lips. He was keeping his pumping rhythm while prying your lips open with his tongue to slowly suck on yours and by now you were sopping wet down there. You could hear it.

“Come here.” He mumbled, bending down to lift you off of the floor. You locked your ankles around his hips as he carried you to the bed. Jaehyun proceeded to let go of you playfully which made your back bounce on the matress. You giggled, watching him get rid of his shirt and sweatpants while biting your lip. You propped yourself up on your elbows to see, ghosting your fingers over his chiseled abs and his happy trail as he situated himself on top of you. He was teasingly grinding his clothed core onto yours to demonstrate how he’d fuck you with just a bit more patience. Your wetness had stained his grey sweatpants which made a string of slurs and praises roll from his lips. “Always so eager and ready for me.” he mused ghosting his thumb over your clit once again.

You lost patience and with no time to waste you pulled him in for a heated kiss again as your hands fought with the waistband of his boxers. He quickly stepped out of them once they were at his ankles, and opened up your legs as he pushed your knees up to your chest. His semi hardness rested against your thigh and the sight had your mouth watering. You wanted to pump him, but he playfully swatted your hand away. “Not until I say so,” he says sternly as he pumps his own length slowly while remaining eye contact.  

Oh? Ok sir. Period.  

“Why?” you pouted.  

He softened seeing your cute facial expression, making him kiss your inner thigh lovingly in response.  

“Cause I’m not done playing with you yet…” he was lost in thought as he roughly grabbed a handful of your breast, squeezing it hard and letting go just to slap it even harder. He was watching it bounce up and down in awe of your perfect figure, licking his lips with a lustful glare. You gasped, the stinging being a mere distraction as you watch Jaehyun eye you like a hungry animal. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” he says squeezing both of your tits this time. You bashfully try to avoid his stare, but he grabbed your chin, making you look at him. “Eyes on me baby.” Fuck. You couldn’t help but obey given how hot he was right now. He moved down your body again, taking your panties off of you slowly just to dive into your folds with his face.  

It’s like he was starved as he ate your pussy, sensually curling, flicking and flattening his tongue against your folds and your clit in alternating motions. He had your eyes rolling back, as you grabbed fistfuls of his hair which he seemed to love, because you felt him smile against your nethers. The pleasure was making your body shock with every flick of his tongue, making you desperate for that real gush of release. “Shit. Jae, please let me cum, please, please, please!” you begged pathetically as you screwed your eyes shut. He hummed in response, but it went over your head since he never stopped his menacing dance around your clit. You kept begging as you rolled your hips against his face, making him fuck your entrance with his wet pointy tongue while his nose grazed over your clit ever so slightly. He noticed how tense you got as you tried to stop yourself from cumming just because you didn’t have his permission yet.

He eyed you as you tensed up, you were trying to move away from him but he held onto your forearms tightly, pulling you back down onto his face as he watched you slither underneath him. Now realizing what you were doing he stopped for a second, continuing to roll his thumb against your clit instead so he could speak without losing friction.

“You don’t have to ask today baby, it’s okay.” You nodded feverishly, your moans getting louder and louder as his mouth attached to your clit again. Sucking and flicking his tongue onto your clit directly this time and with a few more seconds he had your whole core shocking and trembling as you squirted all over him and the bed. “J-jae, oh my god, n-no!”  

Your waters coated his lips and face, making him lick his lips and wipe his chest as he pumped his length. A low chuckle escaped his lips seeing your fucked out state but with just seconds to recuperate and no warning he pushed his cock into you in one hard motion.  

You gasped loudly as all the air got knocked out of your lungs and continued to moan deliriously as he fucked you with long, deep strokes.  

“This pussy is mine.” he growled, making you nod feverishly. ‘Yours, daddy! Yours!” You shout.

He smirked contently at your words, and curled his hands around your thighs, pulling you closer so your knees would be at his sides before picking up the pace. Your slick was helping out with how pleasurable and effortless his thrusts were, but still you yearned for more.

You took his right hand off of your leg and mindlessly put it around your neck to show him you wanted to be choked without words, which had his eyes darken with lust even more. He smiled, leaning forward to sweetly kiss your forehead as he starting to tightly pinch the veins on both sides of your throat. He closed his eyes, relishing in how your core tightened around his dick almost instantaneously as a reaction to his actions. “Ahh…fuck baby…s-so tight..” It was getting harder for him to control his thrusts and moans already.  

You looked into his dark orbs as tears welled up in your own, cupping his face while nodding at him to make sure he knew to keep going. He slowed down, sensually fucking into you this time as you started to gasp for air and that’s when your second orgasm hit you unexpectedly. You cried out, feeling yourself squirt again as you came which had Jaehyun pull out of you and let go of your neck immediately just to cum on your tummy.  

“Fuck!” he was out of breath, his chest heaving up and down just like yours as you both gasped for air. His body was glistening with both his sweat and well, your squirt and you…you were just not on planet earth anymore.  

He leaned forward, pecking your neck, chin and lips before making you look at him. “Are you ok?”  

Jesus you were done for, but you gave him a nod and a thumbs up with all the strength you had left in you and rolled over to your side to close your legs and regulate your breathing.  

He chuckled lowly, giving you a second to breathe and collect yourself as he started to massage your thighs with soft pinches in hopes to release some of the ache. He knew he was hard on you, but he can’t help it. Something straight out animalistic awakens in him when the two of you are having sex. It was one of the things that kept your love life exciting even after 4 years of being together.

Jaehyun looked down at the sheets and himself, still high on dopamine and pride. His chest was wet, as were your thighs, and the sight was absolutely sinful. “You don’t squirt often but when you do….damn.” he mused in approval as he grabbed the nearest towel to pat himself dry.  You regained enough consciousness to realize what he was saying and looked down at him, yourself and the damn bed. “Oh my god. I’m sorry.”  

“Don’t apologize…it’s the hottest thing...ever.” he giggled cutely, making your heart swell at the sound. How is that the same man who just railed you into another universe?  

“I guess I can go back into that shower,” you mope.

“Yeah…let me join you.” He mumbled as he helped you up from the bed by pulling at your arm and that’s when you both felt the wet sheets.  

“…Aren’t you glad I didn’t make the bed now…otherwise it would’ve been all fucked up.” He says with a playful glint in his eyes, trying to hide the fact that the corners of his mouth were trying to curl up into a smile.  

You glared at him, pushing him away which made him laugh out loud as he stumbled a step back.  

“Oh, shut up.”  

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I love you.” He kissed your temple with a smile. “I’ll do it while you have your dinner. Alright?” he beamed at you so adorably that you couldn’t help but give in and nodded. “I love you too.” you say before placing a chaste kiss to his lips. “But first, let’s get cleaned up ourselves,” you say pulling him into the bathroom with you.  

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RENT IS DUE! (Teaser)

Pairing: housemates!(Jaehyun,Mark,Jeno,Jaemin) x fem!reader

Genre: SMUT, Housemates, Mature

W.C: (?)k (original plot)

Warnings: PERVERT (all of them are pervert and you can’t change my mind here) there is no important warning here but the original plot will have all necessary SMUT warnings and some manhandling(?) idk coz keep imagining things until the main post drops down.

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated . Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

From the ask poll!

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“Hi!”

“Who are you? What are you doing here?”

Blinking your eyes, you pout a little at the man standing in front of you as to why the person is acting as if he does not know you. You have already checked the message in your phone twice and the third time now and it’s still showing this house. You have already texted the owner about your arrival for a quick look to the new place so the owner should know you would come. Wait you haven’t shared any pic of yours so it might be the reason of this weird introduction.

“Are you Jung Jaehyun, the owner of this house?”

Now the person before you has a frown on his face and blinking down at you. The bare face with red eyes and messy hairs with a white tee worn casually is still enough to reflect his handsomeness. You literally envy when people look good in messy stuffs as you look like you have survived a war.

“I’m not him but I’m one of the owners of this place. Myself Jaemin.”

“Owners? I didn’t know there’re others. Nice to meet you though, here this is Y/N.”

Awkwardly shaking hands with each other, he offers you to enter the house. This dude is really weird and he is still trying to understand the situation. His eyes never left your form after the introduction and the way he is checking you out, anyone can call him out as a pervert but what about you. Meanwhile your eyes roaming all around the big mansion and you are in awe with the luxurious interior of this grand place with expensive items decorating every corner and the most displayed area.

Hands fidgeting by your side and biting your lips, you turn around to find him already looking at you and you feel conscious of your look. Trying to smile a bit, you fail miserably because of his gaze which is piercing on your skin, your choice for wearing a skirt and a plain top is making you to regret now. This dude needs to be changed with his approach with people like why he has to stare at you like this.

“How do you know Jaehyun?”

You blink on his sudden question but clearing your throat, you try to form some words but it seems as if you don’t know how to speak yet.

He smirks at you, “what happened? Caught in a lie ?”

“Huh? No no. I…he is the owner with whom I had contacted few days back for a room to rent and he said that he has one vacant extra room in his house so for the advance payment and quick check through, I informed him about my arrival but it seems he forgot about it.”

“Renting the extra room? That even to a girl?”

You nod slowly.

Poking his tongue inside his cheeks, his eyes trail down your body and taking extra time on your exposed legs to which you shifted in your place and his eyes meet yours, straight away making an eye contact as if daring you to move again and see the consequences. A fear flashes through your eyes to which he gestures you to sit with a smile on his face.

Slow steps towards the sofa, you sit on the middle large one, no wait which do I need to sit on? The love seat one? Or the chair one? Ah. Forget about it.

Turning your head to his side, he is no more standing there but you see him walking away towards a passage way.

“Jaemin, can you call Jaehyun as I need to have a quick talk with him?”

Halting in his way, he looks back at you and nods his head but it doesn’t seem like as if he is agreeing with you but rather agreeing with something inside his mind.

“Who are you?”

Turning your head to the other side, you find a man with black tshirt and trousers staring down at you but not to so happy with your presence. His question is so cold just like his appearance but a guest is a guest. You are a stranger so why asking you like this as if he caught you stealing things in his house. His house? Who even is he?

“Myself y/n.”

“Oh pretty one! I didn’t want your name but thanks for giving me the name to this pretty face. So, what’s my dear Y/N doing here? Who brought you here during this bright daylight instead of night?”

“I’m not here for…on call of anybody. I’m here for the rental room.”

“You mean you are going to stay here? In this house?”

You nod your head with furrowed brows.

He asks again, “ Who let you even know about it? Are you sure that you are not at the wrong address? What’s the name of the owner who contacted you?”

“Jung Jaehyun. I have double checked it and it’s showing the same address where I am currently and Jaemin told me he is the other owner.”

Something click in his mind when his eyes go round and brows raise high as if he realized something very important. You haven’t yet noticed that you are standing on your legs while speaking to him and your hands gripping the skirt tightly, why are they so overreacting to have a girl over for the rental room? It should be you like panicking to see so many men in a single household without any trace of a female and you wonder if you have to live with them or they are just here for some reasons.

“Well hello there y/n! My name is Jeno, I’m another owner of this household and it’s really nice to have you here.”

Shaking hands with him, you feel shy because of his stare along with a sly smirk resting in the corner of his lips. He is not letting your hands go even when you try to pull a little.

You ask him, “Another owner? How many of are you here?”

“Four.”

You turn around on hearing a new voice, a man emerges from the passage way where Jaemin went to earlier. He notices your confused expression and approaches you with a hand hand offering for a handshake. Jeno has already left your hand and gone to sit on a chair nearby.

“So, Jaemin told me about your arrival. Y/n right? This is Jaehyun.”

If the previous men are angels from heaven then this one is the angel who has been created by every angel with a little touch of every beauty. Why all of them are so handsome and hot? I should take control of my mind as what stupid things I’m just thinking about my house owners.

“Yes. I am. Nice to meet you.”

His dimples deepen with the smile and nodding his head, he gestures you to sit back and unconsciously your legs give in and you touch the soft material of the sofa. You are really feeling too weak in front of them. Is it because you are unwell or something about their aura and the stares?

He takes a seat on the love seat and checks something on his phone.

“Is this ‘fantasy love’ your username?”

“Oh yeah. I’m so sorry I haven’t yet changed the name and I just like to keep everything private so I don’t use my real name there. But I can assure you that I’m clean, I don’t have any criminal records and all. Also, I will not cause any trouble while staying here. I need somewhere to stay so urgently that I was glad when you offered me this place on the site.”

He chuckles on your ramblings and also you can hear two chuckling voices from the place where Jeno is sitting. You feel shy under their gazes, you notice how Jaehyun is staring at you as if judging your whole appearance and on the other end, Jeno is being accompanied by Jaemin, who is standing by the side with a spoon in his hand and asking the other one to taste something but their eyes are on you when they caught you watching them.

Your attention brought back to Jaehyun when he clears his throat and lips close rightly making a line, dimples visible again.

“But you have already lied on one thing.”

“What? I haven’t lied anything. You must be wrong somewhere.”

“In the online generated space for some specific basic informations, you have selected the gender as male. But all I can see is a beautiful Angel sitting in front of me.”

Your eyes go wide on hearing his words so you quickly open the site and go through the form of basic informations and then your eyes stop on one place.

Gender: Male(☑️). Female ( ). Not mention( ).

Oh. You and your clumsy ass would never learn how to take things slowly and properly to avoid mistakes but this one is really about your identity of being a liar or not. He must be thinking you as a liar. It really doesn’t matter whatever pronouns people use for you and you need to refer to others but making mistake and have to get blame as a liar is not setting right.

“What the hell….”

“So, why did you lie there?”

“Jaehyun, I didn’t lie there. It’s just that I was must be in hurry and selected wrong.”

You are looking down, feeling guilty on the realization that they must have thought on getting a male visitor today but instead you showed up and that’s why they felt weird earlier. You were ready to apologize and take your leave with the disappointment on your mistake when he spoke up.

“When are you ready to finally come over?”

“Huh?”

“It’s okay. Humans are meant to make mistakes and an angel should be forgiven as they are always so busy for looking pretty.”

You feel shy on the compliment with his seductive voice directly reaching your ears. You tug your hairs a bit and you can feel two other states on you this whole time but you opt to ignore it.

“Do I need to-“

“Gosh! Why nobody woke me up and now I’m running late for the meeting?”

A man with jet black hairs, dressed in a black suit, hands busy putting the watch on the wrist and eyes glaring all around the room. His steps fast while coming down the stairs. You didn’t know but you are again watching this man like you did with the others and when his eyes land on you, a frown appears on his face.

“So you all are busy with a girl that even early in the morning and forgetting about the event at the office. Are you all for real?”

“Calm down Mark, I have told them to start the meeting after one hour as how you came home late last night. Don’t worry.”

He even glared at you before making his way out of the door. Jaemin shouts to have the breakfast but the other ignored the shout leaving behind a grumbling man.

“So what were you saying?”

Oh yeah I was saying something before this little commotion.

“ In two days, I will be coming here to stay with my things and also, do I need to pay you in advance?”

“That’s fine. I will prepare the room for you. So you have the money?”

You shake your head to which he nods.

“It’s okay, you can arrange for it in one week time and if you have any trouble, feel free to approach to any one of us.”

You smile to his welcoming gestures and sweet words. You fell satisfied on finally getting the place to stay.

“Uh I have one more question.”

“Ask away.”

“Do you all stay here as well?”

“Yes. Why?”

Oh. Okay.

“I need to stay here with you all?”

“Yeah. It’s just under the same roof but you have your personal room unless you want to stay in any one of ours.”

He laughs in the end and you laugh along with him. He doesn’t mean anything else right? No no it’s not.

You stand up and he follows you to the door and you can see Jeno trailing behind him.

“It was nice to meet you all.”

“Same here. Also don’t mind Mark, he is like that when something is not in accord otherwise he is really sweet.”

You nod with a smile.

Jeno speaks up, “Also he is the fourth owner and the last owner you are yet to meet properly.”

With waving them and making your way towards the gate in the end of the garden, Jaehyun calls you again. Turning back, your eyes tell him to say.

“Remember, your rent is due.”

Rent is due.

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[luvyeni]

DADDY'S SPOILED BRAT; JUNG JAEHYUN

pairings. sugardaddy!jaehyun x fem!reader

wc. 1.5k

warnings. daddy kink, fingering, unprotected sex, nipple play, doggystyle, tub sex , bratty reader

synopsis. jaehyun coming home after getting a call from the bank.

"why would you leave still have paris today and then milan." jaehyun's assistants voice spoke through the phone , as he walked through his penthouse , smiling at all of the luxurious store bags all though out the house. "i know johnny , but i have some business here to take care of , you got paris , and i'll meet you in milian." he opened the door to the bedroom , the music coming from the bathroom intriguing him.

"sir how can i- john you got this , call me back when it's done." he hung up , taking his suit jacket off , more bags cluttered the room. he knew you did this out of spite , that you were being a brat— he didn't care though , these items didn't even put a dent in the his bank account.

he made his way to the bathroom , opening the door to where you sat in the tub filled with bubbles , head back , face mask on as the music played on low.

"does spending my money all day give you this much stress?" you notice the voice , not looking up , sighing. "no , but my boyfriend being away for 2 months does , the spending money just helps ease the pain a little bit." he bit the inside of his cheek , knowing he walked right into that one , being a ceo of your own company requires him to be away sometimes , leaving you alone for long periods of times.

"thought you were supposed to be on your way to paris?' annoyance laced in your voice. "i was, but i got a call from the bank , you spent so much money today , they thought someone stole my card." he sat on the seat where you hung your towel and speaker. "are you not gonna look at me?" you opened your eyes , glaring at him. "you said i could spend what i want."

"i did say that , but i know how much you normally spend." he said. "and you don't need three new bags , especially if it's the same bag , just a different color." you shrugged. "now i can match my outfits.

"did you miss me baby , is that why you're acting so bratty." you rolled your eyes.

"don't flatter yourself jae- that's enough." his voice was deeper , getting annoyed with your attitude. "you know i hate leaving you , but if i didn't you wouldn't be able to spend thousands in a day for no reason , so fix your attitude." he said , bending closer down to your level , you decided to be reasonable , opening your eyes again , sitting up , the bubbles and water covering your boobs.

"good girl , now apologize , apologize for being so mean to daddy." your thighs clenching together , jaehyun notices the water moving. "baby is horny , is that why you're acting like this, maybe if you apologize , i'll give you what you want." you pouted , whining. "you're not apologizing fast enough princess , you must not want anything." he tried to stand up , but you quickly spoke up.

"im sorry , for being mean to daddy." he ran his tongue over his bottom lip , sitting back down. "good girl." his hand made it's way into the water , cupping your heat , you moaned as his fingers rubbed figure 8s on your clit , rolling your clit through his fingers. "d..daddy please." you whimpered.

"you want more?" you nodded , stretched you out with his fingers. "that's it , let all that nasty attitude go and let daddy apologize for being gone for so long." his fingers fucked into you , as you grabbed on to the sides of the tub , your knuckles turning white from gripping too hard. "daddy making you feel good love?" you nodded , but jaehyun didn't do that , stopping. "when i speak to you, answer me love." his tone sweet , but his words were nothing short of a threat.

"y..yes , daddy."

he continued on , his pace speeding up. "fuck! daddy , im gonma cum , please let me cum." you moaned , he hooked his fingers , hitting that spot , over and over , making the knot in your stomach tightened. "go a head and cum , cum on daddy's fingers. your legs closed around his wrist , as you came on his fingers. "that's is love , you feel good?" you whined. "in , i..i want you to get in." "want daddy to join you?" you nodded. "pl..please."

he stood up , unbuttoning his shirt , taking it off. "pretty baby enjoying the show?" he smirked , unbuckling his pants , letting them fall to the bathroom floor , his underwear next , his cock standing proud against his stomach. "move over some love." he sat down , the tub giving both of you enough room.

"come sit." he patted his lap , you climbed into his lap , your heat coming into direct contact with his cock , you mewled , you were so sensitive , after not having jaehyun here , anything was gonna make you melt. "you needed me that baby , i'm not even inside you yet and you're moaning like that." he smirked. "pl..please i need you." you grinded down in his cock , he groaned. "come on beg for it some more baby." he said.

"d..daddy please , please put it in." he bit his lip , he loved hearing you beg , grabbing the base of his cock , lining it with your heat , letting you sink down on his cock , the water moving sloshing. "that's it baby , sit on my cock." you rocked your hips , back and forth. "oh fuck baby , that's it ride my cock." he groaned. "s..so big." you moaned , as he took a hold of your boobs , rubbing the soap around your nipples , pinching them. "so fucking sensitive baby." he fucked up into you.

"i'm gonna cum baby , come on and cum on my cock." he reached back into the water , rubbing your clit , much like before. "im gonna cum , daddy, please let me cum." he groaned , his orgasm creeping up on me. "fuck me too , go ahead love cum for me." your face dipped into his neck , as you bounced on his cock , your orgasm washing over you. "fuck!" you screamed , shaking, clenching around him , he delivered three more sharp thrust as he came. "shit!"

you both caught your breath , before he helped you out of the tub , wrapping the towel around your body , he gripped your waist , whispering in your ear. "im not done with you just yet , go into the room." he slapped your ass , as you walked into the room , following behind you.

once you get to the room , he grabs your towel , letting it fall to the floor. "get on the bed baby , ass up , face down baby." he watched with a smirk , as you obeyed , your ass on display. his legs dipped into the bed , behind you. "such a pretty ass." he slapped it , making you yelp. "oh fuck! daddy please." you wiggled your hips against him. "so needy baby , just made you cum twice , and you want more?" he spread your cheeks , your pussy was soaked. "you're dripping love." he spat on your cunt , you mewled as he rubbed your folds , jerking his cock off , lining it up with your whole , pushing roughly inside you.

"fuck!" you both moaned , your body was weak as he grabbed your hips , fucking into you, watching your ass bounce as his hips hit it. "look at this ass." he squeezed your cheeks as fucking into you deeper. "shit , daddy!" you screamed , face against the pillows. "such a spoiled brat -shit- give you everything , and you always want more and i give it to you." he grabbed your hair , pulling it as he fucked you.

"do this all for you, buy you pretty clothes , take you on expensive clothes , fuck you how want." he let your body fall back against the pillow , drool coming out of your mouth , your legs felt like jelly , but that didn't stop your orgasm from coming at you full force. "d..daddy , im gonna cum." you screamed , he groaned as you tightened around his cock. "cum." he growled , biting your earlobe.

"fuck daddy!" you screamed , cumming. "that's it , shit , fu..fuck im gonna cum." he came inside you , with a few thrust , pulling out, some of his cum painting your outside folds.

"you okay baby?" he left little kisses on your shoulders. "yes." you breathed. "let's get you cleaned up." he let you lay down , while he got dressed , grabbing a rag to clean you with , putting his button up on your naked body , carrying your body back to the bed , laying you down , climbing in behind you , pulling your body close to his.

"what are you going to do with all these items?" he massaged your scalp. "i'm gonna use them , maybe i'll take a trip somewhere while you're gone." you squeezed his bicep. "what if i take you with me to milan , i'll do my business there and then we'll spend a week there alone." you looked up at him. "really?" your eyes lit up. "of course baby , if it makes you happy." you kissed his lips.

"im so excited , gonna do so much shopping." he questioned. "don't you think you've spent enough of my money." you shook your head , teasing. "not enough." he glared at you , his hand coming down to pinch your ass. "ow." he laughed kissing your pouted lips.

"daddy's spoiled brat."

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Jaehyun x fem!reader (wc - 27.5k) idol!Jaehyun, established relationship, second chance - angst, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, romance He stands in the spotlight, but the only one he's looking at is you. Until one day, the sparks in his eyes are gone and the Jaehyun you know privately is only a lifeless shell of the Jaehyun he pretends to be on stage. Crumbling under the pressure of being an idol, you try to share his baggage, but there is only so much a human can take.

wish i never by @lisired

Jaehyun x fem!reader (wc - 27.2k) forbidden love, slowburn - angst, fluff, smut Your brother, Johnny, hates Jaehyun and has never told you why. Although you intend on leaving it alone, unforeseen events thrust you into a forbidden love affair with Jaehyun. In between hookups and stolen kisses, you have to bury your feelings for Jaehyun around your overprotective older brother.

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[ikissjae]

PAIRING … jung jaehyun x female!reader

THEMES … college!au. mainly smut. there's some angst but mainly smut.

LENGTH … 5.9k.

WARNINGS … bathroom sex. throat/face fucking. virgin!reader and fuckboy jaehyun. fingering (fem receiving). please let me know if i missed something! MINORS DNI.

NOTES … i wrote this fic literally years ago as a someone i don't acknowlege anymore fic lol! this is a prequel to "During the Fall" which will be linked in the source link! hope yall enjoy! rbs, comments, and asks are always appreciated ♡

ㅤㅤㅤ© ikissjae 2023. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

“Just…Just put it in your mouth. It’s not hard, ______.”

You whined at his poor explanation, looking up at Jaehyun with a big pout shifting on your knees silently. The bathroom floor was cold and unforgiving on your knees, the tall boy leaning against the sink, tapping his fingers against the marble to the muffled music from the party just outside the door. He sighed down at you, raising his brows as you stared up at him huffing quietly.

“I’ve never done it before.”

You tell him with a quiet sigh, sitting on your heels and looking up at him a small pout on your mauve-painted lips. The tall boy clicked his tongue as he tilted his head down at you, with no empathy on his face just a look of dissatisfaction.

“You’re never going to learn if my pants are on.” He deadpans motioning for you to undo his jeans with a simple downward nod. You looked at his dark jeans that hugged his thighs beautifully before looking up at him with raised brows.

“You have hands. Big ones too. I think you’re capable.”

You snap up at him throwing your hands out in slight confusion, earning a chuckle from Jaehyun who reached down to run a hand through your hair. You blushed softly at the affection your eyes falling from his face to his jeans, your hands hesitantly lifted to hold onto his hips, pulling yourself up on your knees to be at eye level with his crotch blushing even harder. His hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb drawing soft circles the gentle touches encouraging you to continue. With shaky hands, you unbuttoned his black jeans gently tugging the fabric down his hips letting them fall to his knees. You let your hands skim up his strong thighs, resting on the waistband of his briefs a rush of sudden anxiety washing over you.

“I’ve never seen a dick before.” You blurt quickly looking up at him with big wide eyes causing him to chuckle softly his hand dropping from your cheek.

“Have you never watched porn before?”

You cringed at the thought shaking your head slightly repulsed at the memory of the one time you tried watching a rather loud and brutal adult video. It wasn’t a fun time.

“Once. I didn’t like it that much, they were sweaty and she was making…weird sounds. It didn’t sound like she was having a good time.”

You explained to him making him chuckle softly, a soft smirk on his features looking down at you with raised brows. 

“You weren’t watching the right videos, baby.” He coos his hand returning to your hair stroking the soft locks adoringly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you find something that’ll get you nice and wet.” Your breath hitched a little at the thought of  Jaehyun watching porn with you, lying next to you with his long legs tangled with yours, and his hands wandering wherever he pleased.

Jaehyun was very well known at your university he was tall as hell, hot as hell, and cocky as hell. Everyone wanted to be with him or under him. You weren’t going to lie, yeah, you thought about sleeping with him, but you weren’t typically the type to throw yourself at boys, especially boys like Jaehyun. Typically. This party was different, you were tired of being a boring fucking prude so you sought out Jaehyun, who didn’t hesitate to take you into the bathroom for a good time.

God, you were really about to suck this random boy’s dick in a bathroom.

“You’re okay with this, right?” He piped up, his hand still running through your hair, raising his brows at you. You quickly nodded before slowly pulling his black briefs down, eyes widening when you saw the dick every girl in your class went on about.

Holy shit they weren’t wrong.

Jung Jaehyun had a big dick. Every girl you had heard drown on about Jung Jaehyun’s dick was fucking right, you’ve never been turned on by a penis before but now you could feel tension gathering between your legs. You heard a deep chuckle that knocks you out of your dick-induced trance, you looked up at him jaw still hanging open when you tilted your head up to him.

“Impressed?” His voice dripped of honey which only made the tension between your legs more obvious, you shifted uncomfortably nodding quickly like a doll. He hummed quietly his thumb running over your bottom lip, you slowly let your jaw drop further his thumb sliding into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his thumb moaning quietly beginning to suck the digit, your hands resting on his strong thighs to support yourself.

“Are you going to suck my dick like that, baby?” He whispered tilting his head a little, his hand splaying over your cheek causing you to moan softly around his finger pressing the palette of your tongue against the pad of his numb.

“Yeah? You have the prettiest lips, ______. Can’t wait to see you choking on my cock.” You whimpered quietly at him nodding along to his words, his deep gravity voice sending shockwaves through your body. Slowly he pulled his finger from your mouth running the wet digit on your cheek groaning softly at the image in front of him, you could see his dick twitch out of your peripheral causing you to whine softly.

He quietly began to stroke his cock, your eyes dropping down to the action making your mouth water. He grunted quietly looking down at you, that beautiful smirk glued on his features. His other hand grabbed your chin possessively making you look up at his face, biting his bottom lip as he stroked himself faster. You watched him hiss, his jaw clenching, and his brows furrowing as he swiped his finger over his slit gathering clear pre-cum on his fingertip.

You watched him with wide eyes, digging your nails into his thighs your lips parting giving him a desperate pathetic look. “Open your mouth.” He commanded raising his brows waiting for you to comply which you did without hesitation. Silently he placed his glistening finger onto the palette of your tongue, you wrapped your lips around the digit brows furrowing at the foreign taste. It wasn’t awful you thought you should get used to it, he was going to be cumming down your throat eventually. At least you hoped so, you really didn’t want him cumming on your face ruining the makeup you worked so hard on.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth so good.”

You whimpered softly feeling him swirl his finger around your mouth before popping his finger out of your mouth. “Want to suck my dick now, baby?” He whispered stroking your hair softly, making your heart beat a little harder before giving him a small nod, swallowing thickly.

“Use your words. I want to hear you say it.” He suddenly had a grip on your hair causing your eyes to widen. You held onto his thighs tightly nodding once again before opening your mouth hesitantly, not really trusting your voice.

“I-I want to suck your d-dick.” You finally got out with bright red cheeks and adverting eyes. He watched you, his confidence building as he watched you squirm looking down at the ground. He hummed quietly as you leaned up nervously pressing a kiss to the head of his cock, he let out a soft moan biting his bottom lip harshly.

Just put it in your mouth, Jaehyun’s words echoed through your mind as you mindlessly let your lips run over his head. You parted your lips engulfing him in your wet mouth, sucking softly onto his head listening to his soft moans. He tangled his hand into your silky hair tugging softly, his eyes never leaving you.

“Gonna push you deeper. Is that okay, baby?” His deep voice sent waves through your body. You nodded once again, he didn’t hesitate to push you further down his length groaning quietly.

You weren’t going to lie, this wasn’t as easy as it seemed. You thought it was just sucking, using your tongue, making sure your mouth was wet, but here you were struggling to breathe feeling your eyes burn with tears. Your nails dug into his thighs as he began moving your head up and down his cock, pushing you further down with each tug of your hair.

“Suck a little bit. Don’t make me do all the work, ______.” He grunted causing you to whine softly swallowing around half his cock which only caused you to choke around him, but he didn’t let you come up from your position. You whimpered loudly pushing yourself off his with all you could with a soft cough turning away from him, shaking your head silently before looking back up at him.

“I can’t suck when you’re halfway down my fucking throat.” You snapped slapping his thigh softly, reaching over to pull some toilet paper off the roll dabbing your wet lips huffing loudly. Jaehyun chuckled softly watching you try to gather yourself, tugging your head back up, smirking down at you his grip only tightening. “Want me to just fuck your mouth while you just sit there?” You looked up at him brows furrowing as you pondered his question, before nodding matter-of-factly.

“Yes. Yes. Just do that.”

You simply replied opening your mouth widely waiting for Jaehyun to fuck your throat. You never thought you would ever say that sentence. The tall boy shrugged a little before pushing himself off the sink, taking his long cock in his hand, watching you as he ran a hand through your hair soothingly.

“If it gets too much just pinch my thigh, yeah?”

You looked up at him with wide eyes before giving him a simple nod, a small smile forming on your lips at how sweet he was. It was probably just part of the act he had going on, you knew what type of boy Jaehyun was. He was going to treat you like you were the only girl in the world, you were going to suck his or let him fuck your throat, and then he was never going to call you again. You knew that when you went into this bathroom with him, you wanted him to walk out of that bathroom and forget you, he’s the cheap thrill you’ve been craving.

He tapped your chin signaling you to open your mouth, which you did, feeling his hand rest on the back of your head. He slid his dick into your mouth inhaling sharply pausing briefly to look down at you. “Breath through your nose. Just a tip.” He adds quickly, his fingers tangling into your locks once again to hold your head in place. He started at a slow and shallow pace, his breathing getting heavier with each slow thrust. You sat there on the cold hard floor, hands fidgeting at your skirt, big eyes staring up at him, your knees were aching but you took it breathing through your nose as he told you to.

You could feel his tip prod at the back of your throat, you shut your eyes at how his hips began picking up speed pushing you deeper. He pushed your head down till your nose brushed against his stomach, a long groan ripping through his throat when you gagged around him letting out a soft moan when he looked down at you.

“Through your nose, princess. It’ll help, I promise.”

You wanted to snap that you were breathing through your nose, but that wasn’t helping, but your mouth was full of his cock you couldn’t really say anything. Taking a few deep breaths through your nose, tears were brimming your eyes as you fidget with your skirt trying to focus on your breathing. He tugged at your hair pulling you back a bit before snapping his hips into your mouth, at this point his dick was literally down your throat making you gag louder digging your nails into his thighs.

You squeezed your eyes tightly shut at how brutal his hips were getting, tears beginning to pour down your cheeks, your jaw going slack after a minute, and you could feel spit spilling from your mouth. This was messy. You should’ve just stopped being a sarcastic brat and sucked his dick like a normal person, but here you were getting your throat fucked like a whore.

Jaehyun groaned loudly, a quiet hiss leaving his lips as he pulled at your roots harshly looking down at you. “God, you look so fucking hot just taking my dick like that. Want me to cum down your throat? You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You nodded your head as much as you could. Finally, you opened your eyes, feeling more tears roll down your cheeks, you couldn’t help but moan around his cock at how erotic this whole thing was. Your thighs clenched at the wet sounds coming from your mouth, you closed your eyes once again feeling spit falling onto your thighs making you whimper softly.

His hips started to become inconsistent, his deep groans began getting higher and whinier, and the grip on your hair was unforgiving. You opened your wet eyes to watch his face and you did not regret it. He looked truly sinful with his dark brows furrowed, his plump lips parted slightly, and his jaw slacking a bit. He was hot even when he was relentlessly fucking your throat.

Jaehyun tilted his head a bit to look into your eyes, a small smirk forming on his lips when he sees how wrecked you looked. “Mmm gonna cum, baby. Can I cum on your face?” He gives your hair a firm tug back on your hair, pulling you off his dick with a small whimper. You tried to catch your breath, coughing off to the side as you dug your nails into his thighs, whimpering softly as he grabbed your chin making you look up at him.

“Answer the question, ______,” he tells you sternly making you squirm softly, a small pout on your dripping lips. You wanted to wipe the spit off your face, you wanted to wipe your tears, you wanted to see if any of your makeup survived this brutal face fucking, but Jaehyun’s iron grip on your chin kept you still.

“D-Don’t get it on my eyes, please. I-I have lashes on.” You tell him shakily with a small sniffle, looking up at him with big glassy eyes. He smiled softly down at you using his thumb to wipe a stray tear that ran down your cheek, before tilting your head up to make you watch his face with slightly parted lips. You wanted to watch him stroke himself, you knew it was going to be a sight, but watching his face was just as pleasing.

He was so pretty. His dark brows furrowed once again, he took his plump bottom lip between his teeth, as his hand worked quickly at his slick member filling the bathroom with slick squelching sounds that made your stomach do flips and tighten.

“I bet you’re dripping right now. You like watching me jerk off, baby?” he groaned looking down at you, his hand moving faster as you nodded quickly a soft whimper leaving your lips.

“Are you going to cum on me, Jaehyun? Didn’t my mouth make you feel good? I want your cum so bad.” You tell him with a slightly shaky voice as you batted your thick expensive lashes up at him causing him to let out a string of beautiful moans, his voice hitching when he finally came angling his dick down away from your eyes. Such a gentleman. Strings of pretty opal decorated your cheeks, a glob falling onto your lips causing you to let out an airy giggle.

Jaehyun hummed contently as he slowed his hand down, milking himself as much as he could. He couldn’t get over how dangerously beautiful you looked with his cum on your cheeks and smudged lipstick. You licked the droplet of cum off your lips, his cum saltier than before making you grimace a little, but he didn’t seem to notice because he was tucking himself back into his boxers, zipping his jeans back up.

You opened your mouth to remind him that you were still here, that it was rude to just use someone for their mouth and not get them off as well, but suddenly he was on his knees pressing his lips to yours. His large hands held your hips tightly to pull your chest against his causing you to gasp softly into his mouth, he pulled away from your lips to lick the string of his cum off your skin. You let out a loud shocked gasp, a shaky breath leaving your lips when he pulled away from your face with a small smirk.

“I just taste so good. I couldn’t help myself…You don’t mind, hm?” He swiped his finger over your other cheek gathering the sticky liquid onto his pointer finger, nodding his head waiting for you to open your mouth which you didn’t hesitate to do, wrapping your lips around his finger, sucking his cum off the digit with a small moan at the taste. 

“So pretty.” He whispers slipping his finger out of your mouth to catch your lips once again, he held you once again this time his hand skimming down your hips to grip your spit-slicked thigh softly.

You wished you had kissed Jaehyun earlier, this was magical. His lips were so soft, so skilled, and so careful. He was holding onto you tightly as if he was going to care about you after he leaves this bathroom, as if he was even going to remember you when this was done, a pathetic part of you didn’t want this to be over. You wanted to be with Jaehyun but you know that feeling will go away once this part is over, it’s just the adrenaline coursing through your veins that made you want him.

“Wish I could fuck you. I’d bend you over the sink, make you watch yourself get wrecked all over again because of my dick, fuck, I bet you’d be so tight. You’ve never been fucked before, have you?” You felt his hand skimming up your skirt causing your jaw to drop slightly at his words but still nodded, letting him push you onto your back crawling between your legs.

He pulled your skirt down to reveal your lacy pale blue underwear, making him groan softly looking up at you as his fingers drew gentle shapes on your smooth thighs. 

“So pretty, wish I could take a picture to remember this forever.” Your eyes flickered up in interest a small smirk on your lips, nodding towards his pocket where his phone sat.

“Will you keep my face out of them?”

“You want me to take pictures of you, baby?” You smiled up at him biting your bottom lip as you nodded your head a little.

“I want you to remember me.” You whispered snaking your hand into his back pocket, a sweet smile on your lips as you pulled out his phone, swiping the screen up to activate the camera laughing when Jaehyun’s lovely face filled the screen. You took a few shaky shots of his laughing face, his laugh rang through the bathroom as he took the device from your small hands.

“You’re so handsome, Jaehyun.” You told him quietly feeling him sit up to position your legs out, crossing your ankles, causing you to giggle softly covering your face with your palms.

“You look so pretty. Blue is my favorite color now.”

He smirks resting his large hand on your hip, humming softly as he took multiple photos as his hand skims down your thigh letting out an obnoxious yet adorable laugh. You peeked out from behind your hands giggling softly at him, placing your hand on top of his slowly lacing his fingers with his causing him to smile down at you.

“These pictures are so pretty, baby. You’re so pretty, ______.”

He took a few more photos from different angles before leaning down to press his lips against your skin, you squeeze his hand softly feeling him slowly push your legs apart. His lips pressed wet kisses to your inner thighs causing you to whimper softly, you could feel him smile against your skin which only made your stomach flutter more. 

“You like it when I kiss you there?” He whispers, his warm sultry voice sending hot waves through your body as nodded quickly.

“What about…” He leans up pressing a soft kiss at the hem of your underwear, making you suck in your stomach with a quiet gasp, “here?” he looks up at you with those beautiful big eyes as his fingers fidget with the fabric hugging your hips. You nod once again, biting your bottom lip anxiously as he hums quietly against your skin, his grip tightening on your thighs smiling softly before kissing down to kiss the wet patch on the front of your panties making you whimper quietly.

“Mmm, I like kissing you there.” He whispers mouthing at the damp fabric, you moaned quietly letting your eyes flutter shut as he presses his tongue against your panties only making you mewl out louder.

“P-Please.” You whine pressing your cheek into the cool tile huffing quietly as he chuckles against your now dripping center.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please kiss me somewhere else.”

“Where? Here?”

With that he leans up to press a wet kiss to your tummy, your cheeks flushing softly with a small shake of your head. “You know where.” You whine spreading your legs wider in a pathetic attempt to lure him in further, giving his hand a tight desperate squeeze.

“I want you to say it. Say you want me to kiss your pussy and I’ll do it.” You whined loudly covering your face once again, your cheeks burning harder than you wished.

“P-Please kiss my pussy. I’m so wet i-it hurts, Jaehyun.” You told him with a rather loud swallow, waiting for his reaction with fidgeting fingers. You heard him chuckle softly feeling him nod against your skin, pulling your blue underwear down your legs only making you blush harsher.

You looked up at the ceiling as your stomach twisted harder than ever when he spreads your legs further to reveal your dripping center to him. You felt exposed. This was weird but a good weird. You couldn’t form coherent thoughts about how you felt because Jaehyun was hovering over your pussy, you could feel his breath ghosting over your sensitive clit which made you whimper loudly.

You covered your face with your palms again causing him to chuckle softly, reaching up to tug your hands away from your face.

 “I want to see your pretty face when I make you cum.” with that quiet testament, he pressed his tongue flat against your core. You let out a short shocked moan at the new enticing feeling, his doe eyes flickering up at you for a second before flicking back down.

He let out a soft groan at your taste pulling away with a life-ruining smile. 

“You taste so sweet, I knew you would,” he whispered to himself before diving back between your legs, his lips pressing hotly to your clit suckling softly on the sensitive bud. You arched your back up off the floor, a rather loud moan leaving your lips as you lifted your head to watch him with furrowed brows and parted lips.

You couldn’t believe something could feel so good. You felt him move your legs till they were over his broad shoulders, you put your hand out to him waiting for him to hold it again. Jaehyun blindly laced his fingers with yours as he kept his head down between your legs, making the most obscene sounds you’ve ever heard. He sucked a little harder at your clit before pulling back with a soft pop.

You let out a shaky moan when he pulled back looking up at you with glistening lips, he whipped his shiny chin with the back of his hand chuckling softly. 

“You look so wrecked right now.” He laughed causing you to roll your eyes playfully, his fingers gently massaging the subtle flesh of your thigh.

“Just make me cum, Jaehyun.” Your voice was a shell of what it used to be, which only seemed to boost his constantly inflating ego. “I want to cum.” You tug at his grey hoodie with an annoying whine, that seemed to encourage him to slide two of his fingers on your clit making you whine loudly watching his fingers draw slow circles on the soft flesh.

“I’ll make you cum, ______. I’ll make you cum so good, baby.” He whispered crawling up to lay one head next to your head before leaning down to press his lips softly to yours. You sighed contently into the kiss, your hands resting on both sides of his face to keep him close. His fingers trailed their way to your entrance as his lips danced across yours like a peaceful distraction, silently he slid one long digit into your tight pussy. You tangled one hand in his hair, tugging softly at the long locks every time he moved his finger in you.

You let out a small gasp when he curled his middle finger, feeling him press against a spot that had your brows furrowing and back arching slightly. “Right there?” He asked quietly against your lips his voice turning sickly sweet, you nodded anyway moving your hands to hold tightly at his hoodie. Wriggling another finger inside you, which made you shift a bit uncomfortable at the stretch, he pressed a soft kiss between your furrowed brows chuckling softly.

“You look adorable like this.” He told you as he looked down to watch his hand move in and out of you slowly and rhythmically, your jaw dropping fully at how easily his fingers moved in you. Then when you’re getting used to his gentle rhythm of in and out, he changed it completely. His fingers moved shallowly in you, zoning in on that spot that had your jaw dropping before, massaging the bundle of nerves with a small smirk. He watched you wither against him, watching your eyes flutter shut, you tossed your head to the side to get away from his scrutinizing stare.

“No no no.” Jaehyun pushed himself up, his hoodie falling from your grip, using his now free hand to grab your chin and make you look at him. “I want to see that pretty face when you cum.” You whined in response but listened to him, a sudden moan ripping through your body feeling his thumb toy with your clit again. A tight twisting feeling began to form in your gut, you moaned louder which made him smirk softly.

You squirmed softly at the feeling of him beginning to move faster, curling deeper inside you causing a friction that made your hips lift off the title with a loud whimper. You felt hot. Your cheeks were burning, the cold tile was the only thing keeping your body from overheating, the tightening feeling in your stomach growing more intense making you clench around his long digits.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He whispered feeling you tighten around his fingers, he rests a hand on your stomach rubbing soft circles, humming quietly when your quickly nod your head. Jaehyun moved his hand to your hip to turn you on your side, lifting one of your legs to get better leverage to move his fingers faster and deeper. You let out a loud high-pitched moan, squeezing your eyes shut as his fingers hit new spots you didn’t know you had.

“Who’s making you feel good, sweetheart? Hm?” You opened your mouth to say his name, to say anything, but only pathetic little moans left your lips. You swallowed thickly looking back at him with a soft whimper, you couldn’t stop staring at his lips hazily. 

“Y-You make me feel so good. Oh my god!” Was all you could get out before the tightening in your stomach became too much making you cry out his name in pure ecstasy, something you’d been craving to have for months now.

You pressed your cheek against the tile, multiple waves of body-wrecking pleasure washing over you, leaving you a whimpering mess on the floor. Jaehyun slowed his pace but kept his fingers curled up against that wonderful spot that kept you whining. You grabbed his wrist with a loud whimper, shaking your head a little with a soft whine unable to find your voice again.

“Did I make you feel good, baby?” He asked you quietly before leaning over to press his lips softly against your cheek, scattering soft kisses all over your face as you tried to catch your breath blinking hard to see straight with a small huff. 

“You did…A really great job.” You whispered with a breathless giggle looking back at him with a hazy smile.

Jaehyun slowly pulled his fingers out of you, turning you on your back, making you look up at him with a small sigh. He tilted his head a bit, tapping your bottom lip with his glistening fingers his pink lips curling up slightly as you obediently opened your mouth to take his fingers once again. You tasted sweet just like he said, you sucked quietly on the digits with a content hum, resting your hand on his bicep.

“You looked so pretty when you cum, baby. I never thought I would like fingering a girl on a bathroom floor but fuck you looked so good.”  He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, wiping the now dripping digits on your blouse. There’s a brief pause, you staring at him in a post-orgasm haze, before reality hits you.

“A-Are my lashes still on?” You question quietly causing him to chuckle softly looking down at you. He nodded slowly letting his fingers run over the soft lashes causing you to turn away from him with a soft laugh.

There’s another silence but this time it isn’t as comfortable, you feel…dirty. This wasn’t you. You didn’t fuck boys in bathrooms, hell, you didn’t fuck anyone ever, but here you were laying on the bathroom floor thighs slick with your arousal. You pulled away slowly push yourself up, clearing your throat as Jaehyun pulled away from you watching you collect your clothing.

Maybe hookups weren’t your thing, maybe you didn’t like the thought of Jaehyun telling everyone about the girl he throat fucked in the bathroom, or maybe it was that you were just another name on his list now. You shouldn’t think about it too much, you shouldn’t think about him too much, it was bringing your mood down.

You struggled to stand up after pulling your skirt and underwear back on, you felt hands on your hips to help you. You smiled back at him with a quiet laugh, he squeezed your hips playfully causing you to shove his hands away with a small sigh.

“I’m never gonna forget this.” He whispered pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head before unwrapping himself from you to lean on the sink smirking down at you. 

“Don’t lie to yourself.” You teased shaking your head a little as you looked up at him with a shake of your head. For the first time you see a confused look on Jaehyun’s face, he scoffs a little crossing his arms across his chest.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You sleep with a lot of girls. You’re not gonna remember me.” You tell him with a similar scoff. You watched his face fall which caused a twisting feeling to form in your gut. 

“Is that what you think of me?” His tone changed from playful to a deeper serious one. Now your brows were furrowed, and you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly.

“You’ve fucked almost every girl in my Government class, Jaehyun.”

“Okay, but you didn’t even know me before tonight. So, how could you form an opinion on me without even knowing me?”

“I just...I just did. You can’t seriously be upset over that.”

You chuckled in disbelief at how he was acting, he couldn’t be serious. He let out another scoff. if he scoffed one more time you were going to choke him. You cringed softly at that thought, no one has gotten that big of a rise out of you, and even if it was internal you still hated it.

“I’m not upset. I just expected more from you, you didn’t seem like that kind of girl.”

“You don’t even know me. Stop acting like you didn’t meet me just an hour ago.”

“You seem to know everything about me though, right? Because you heard a few girls talking about me, isn’t that right?”

“I never said that? You’re being a complete bitch right––”

There was a loud thud on the door making you both turn away from each other staring at the door. He took one last look at you before turning back to the door, opening it with the same irritated expression on his once harmonious face. A boy stumbled into the bathroom causing you to shift into the corner watching the scene unfold in front of you.

The lanky boy wrapped his arms around Jaehyun smiling lazily up at him with a soft giggle. “I want to go home, Jaehyun.” His voice was delicate and woozy, it was obvious that he was wasted. Jaehyun held onto him tightly sighing quietly down at him with a small nod, his friend mumbled incoherently babbled about wanting to go home which Jaehyun nodded along to.

“I’ll take you home, Jungwoo.” He looks down at the boy one last time then back up at you, huffing softly as you stare at him intently raising your brows waiting for the conclusion to this pathetic excuse of a romantic endeavor.

“I’ll see you around, _____.”

And with that he left the bathroom, practically carrying Jungwoo as he walked out, not even looking back at you as he did. You almost followed him but you stayed still against the wall, you watched him disappear into the dimly lit party scene making your chest ache slightly.

You blinked hard trying to ignore how awful this once great experience ended. You went to close the door. You could feel your eyes getting wet, which was pathetic and you knew it but you couldn’t help it. Before you could react you saw the ridiculously tall boy shove through the crowd to get back to the doorway of the restroom, grabbing the back of your neck, leaning down to press his lips harshly to yours.

You knew kissing him was going to be addictive, he held you tightly like you were going to run away from him, and you felt warm almost protected when you were in his arms. He pulled away with a small sigh, he pressed another soft kiss to your lips before leaning up to nuzzle his nose against yours.

“You won’t forget me?”

You whispered feeling the urge to tug him back into the bathroom, back into the small world your two created in there, but you refrained and just held tightly onto his hoodie once again. He nodded simply, you could hear his friend calling him from the front door which almost tore your attention away from him. Almost.

“I promise.”

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[peanutpinet]

haii! I saw that you request is open. i want to request with mafia!jaehyun x wife!reader. Jaehyun and your brother (johnny) are known have died, killed by their rivals. unknowingly you're having a child years later, and when the other group saw, they wanted to kill both of you.

suprisingly, you were saved by nct and you mad at them being shadows and hide themselves from you for years especially jaehyun and johnny. so, (especially) jaehyun and the others regaining your trust back and want to be a dad in your child live, you're slowly trust him and others again (maybe there's an incident or something that jaehyun almost being killed cause he saved you and/or child(?)). thank you

Back For You - Mafia! Jaehyun x Wife! Fem Reader (ft Older Brother Johnny)

HAPPY 2024 EVERYONE!! I HOPE THAT EVERYONE HAD A GREAT JANUARY (jokes on me for saying happy new year but posting this at the end of January) I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING MIA BUT I was away for a 2-week holiday which took a lot out of me. Don't worry, I've tried to write a bit and while this isn't my best writing since I'm still trying things, I hope that the anon who requested this and those who are reading will still enjoy it!! Manifesting a better year for everyone!!

A/N: hi anon, thank you for requesting, it means a lot that you like my writing :(( coincidentally, I have been reading a few nct fics about the reader having the neos’ child but the neo never knew that they had a child. I do want to point out that this specific mafia story won’t be included in the mini mafia universe that I’ve made as the timeline doesn’t really match but I will make another Jaehyun mafia fic in the same mafia universe that I’ve created!

Also, to the anon who requested the Johnny & TY mafia, Jisung mafia, thank you guys for being patient but I am going through my requests (actually shocked I have several of requests because I didn't think my writing would be enjoyable without a smut sometimes). Also, also! TY's girl is making an appearance in the next two mafia fics and her name is Kim Eunji because I used this name for my translated version of TY's first mafia fic over on my Wattpad. Okay, onto the story!

Warnings: suggestive, angst, mentions of pregnancy and child birth, gunshots, blood, lil fluff

It took 5 years of trying to heal yourself from your loss. 5 years to finally be able to accept that it was now just you and your son, Yuno together. 5 years since your husband and brother, Jaehyun and Johnny respectively were reported to have died in a car accident. But those 5 years of acceptance and peace were soon ripped in a matter of seconds.

You were just picking up your son from daycare who was one of the last kids there because you had to finish your shift but when you had just arrived, you saw several black SUVs that came from around the corner.

At first you didn’t think much about it because you have never been associated with anything illegal nor have you done anything wrong in your life.

But right when you picked up your son and headed out, there were several men who came out of the SUVs and stopped in front of you and your son.

Instinctively, you held your son tighter to you as one of the men came towards you, mentioning a name that you have not heard in the past 5 years of your life.

“Are you Jung (Y/N), wife of Jung Jaehyun and younger sister of Johnny Suh?” one of the men questioned which made you wrap your arms around your son, your motherly instinct moved him behind you

“And who are you to ask?” you hissed but the man just chuckled until you noticed the other men surrounding you and your son

“We’d just like to ask you several questions about your husband and older brother. So if you would come with us and have a little chat…” the man mentioned, looking at your son. “We wouldn’t want the kid to see something that he wouldn’t want to see, now would we?”

“Mommy…” your son called out to you but you wouldn’t let him come out from behind you

“I don’t know how you know my name, my deceased brother and husband’s name but as far as I know, none of us have any association with people like you. And plus, like I’ve mentioned, my brother and husband are both dead. If there were any debts that they may have, their lawyer would’ve said something to me years ago” you tried your best to sound brave but in reality you feared what may happen to you and your son; especially when some of the men came closer

“You should come while we’re being civil” the man scoffed as he commanded the other men to take out some of their weapons as you shielded your son from the scene he might witness

But somehow, as if your husband has been protecting you even before your marriage, there were other men who came and took down all the men that were surrounding you before they could even do anything to you or your son.

Amongst the men who helped you, there was one with white/silver hair and black tint underneath. He walked past everyone and stood in front of you, his eyes was big but his eyebrows made him have a more strict look.

What he did next was what you didn’t expect. The man kneeled to your son’s level and even called him by his name. “Hey, you must be scared, aren’t you? I’m Taeyong. You can call me uncle Tae. I know your father very well. You have his dimples and eyes but have your mom’s smile. You’re a brave boy like your dad”

“You know Jaehyun?” You asked as Taeyong looked at you, his eyes turned soft and even looked like he was sorry when he stood back up to face you

“I think he and Johnny should be the one to tell you everything. I have no right to get in between family business” Taeyong mentioned while you stood in shock

“W-what do you mean that he and Johnny…” you stuttered but Taeyong continued before you got to finish your sentence. “They’re alive. Both of them. We found them 5 years ago, barely breathing and they were both in a coma for almost a whole year but enough of that, how about I…”

“How do I know that you’re not using them to get to me or something? For all I know you could be working with those people from before or something” you questioned, making Taeyong sigh until you heard the very voices that you thought you would never hear ever again

“(Y/N)!!!” You heard Jaehyun shout and turning around, you saw Jaehyun, your husband and Johnny, your older brother; both of whom you thought were dead were now in front of you

“H-hey, hey” Jaehyun came and held you in his arms, pulling you to his chest as you sobbed whereas Johnny came to hug his nephew

“Sssh, I’m here. I’m so sorry. I’m alive. We’re alive” Jaehyun tried to calm you down but you broke down even more and hit his chest, pushing him away as your tears covered your vision

“How could you! Both of you!!” You screamed at both men who lied to you for the past 5 years. Both men whom you cherished close to you and mourned hard when you heard about their car crash and no bodies were found 5 years ago

“I cried for both of you. I mourned you both. I had to go through pregnancy and birth on my own. I did everything alone for the past 5 years. Y-you both don’t get to just waltz back in as if nothing happened” you cried, even falling to the ground as your son rush to your side, hugging you

“Sweetheart. Little flower” both Jaehyun and Johnny said at the same time, both coming closer but your son stood in front of you

“H-hey lil peach…” Jaehyun uttered, about to kneel down to your son’s height but just like Jaehyun, your son was overly protective of you ever since he was just 2 years old

“Go away” your son shouted as you tried to calm him but he kept on going. “Don’t make my mom cry”

“Lil peach, I’m not gonna…” Jaehyun tried to reach out to his own son but he was rejected. “No!!”

“You made my mom cry! I don’t want mommy to cry anymore!” Your son shouted but you quickly hugged him, calming him down. “Hey, hey. Jeong Yuno, what did mommy teach you?” you mentioned your son’s name, making Jaehyun tear up a bit because you named your son after his name

“Don’t shout at anyone. Don’t shout to your elders, okay? Especially your dad and uncle” you stroke your son’s head who looks at you with the same worried eyes as Jaehyun’s

“I don’t want you to cry anymore mommy. I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t mommy sad. I want mommy happy” your son mentioned, making both Jaehyun and Johnny’s hearts clench

“Mommy’s not sad. Don’t worry, mommy’s okay” you cooed your son, hugging him close to you as you lift him up

“(Y/n)…” Jaehyun uttered, trying to reach for both you and your son

“Don’t…I, I can’t deal with this. I want to go home” you mentioned, your voice was clearly tired

“It’s not safe for you to go back home” Jaehyun mentioned. “Then where am I supposed to go Jaehyun?!” You argued back, Jaehyun clenching his fists

“We’ll take you back somewhere safe. Somewhere no one can find nor touch either of you. Somewhere I should’ve brought you to a long time ago” Jaehyun mentioned, directing to you one of the cars

“Little flower…” Johnny breathed but you walked past him, carrying your son tightly and protectively in your arms

“Know that I’m only going with you guys for my son’s safety and not because I’ve forgiven either of you just yet” you uttered, going into the car as Taeyong closed it before it went off

“Get some rest. Both of you. You can talk to her tomorrow” Taeyong mentioned, heading to his own car

“Hyung!” Jaehyun called out to Taeyong

“I told you that you both that you should’ve gone back to her back then. I kept my side of the promise and took care of her when you both went on that mission. But you broke your side of the promise to go back to her” Taeyong stated, looking at his two members

“I understand during the first year because you both were brutally injured from the accident but afterwards?” Taeyong reminded. “I don’t mean to butt into your family business but if either of you forgot, your wife and sister was pregnant and about to give birth when you guys were already awake from your coma. Regardless of your reasoning, both of you should’ve gone back to her. Losing two of your loved ones during pregnancy and birth is not easy and the fact that she went through all of that alone makes me respect her so much”

“I suggest you both discuss on your own. I can only do so much by ensuring her safety. You both already lost the past 5 years with her. Don’t lose her as well” Taeyong advised

Throughout the ride back to NCT’s penthouse, both Jaehyun and Johnny discussed how they were going to try and approach you. Johnny saying that he wants to approach you first because he is your only related family member left and he wants to make sure that you know he will always take care of you somehow.

But Jaehyun wanted the three of you to just sit down and talk so none of you misunderstood one another. Both Jaehyun and Johnny kept debating until they reached the room that Taeyong provided for you and your son.

Softly, Jaehyun knocked on the door, worried that he might accidentally wake you and your son but luckily you were still awake and answered the door.

Upon opening the door and seeing Jaehyun and Johnny, your first instinct was to shut it close but knowing both your husband and brother, you might as well talk it out with them and get it over with.

“What do you guys want?” you questioned, your voice coming out strong and rough, your eyes and nose were still red from all the crying

“Can we talk? The three of us. We owe you a full explanation about what happened and everything” Johnny mentioned, hoping that you’d give him and Jaehyun a chance to explain for themselves

“Not in here. I just put Yuno to sleep. He wouldn’t sleep until I fall asleep” you replied and hearing your reply, Jaehyun wanted to hug you and let you know that he never meant to leave you alone but he restrained himself until you finally accepted his apology and allowed him to be back in both you and your son’s life

“Let’s go next door then, it’s my room” Johnny suggested and you nodded in agreement

You came to find out that your room was situated between Johnny and Jaehyun’s room with Johnny being right next door and Jaehyun across your room.

Inside Johnny’s penthouse, you were welcomed with the modern but minimalistic interior with several additions of rare collectables which you knew your brother had been very fond of since young. You took in his entire place until you saw several framed pictures of him, Jaehyun, some of their other friends and even with you framed in the center amongst the other pictures.

“Do you still like your tea with 90% milk and sugar?” Johnny asked, already at the pantry, brewing up your favourite tea for you

“Yea, I can’t have too much caffeine during the night anyways” you replied, accepting the tea from your brother

“So, you guys going to explain yourselves on leaving me for the past 5 years?” you questioned, looking down at your husband and brother who sat across you

To say you were speechless was definitely an understatement because as much as you tried to understand their point of views, you became angrier than before. Ever since your brother was in high school, he had already been in the mafia and as for your husband, Jaehyun officially became apart of it when he almost graduated high school.

Not only were they able to keep this secret life from you for the past 10+ years, but the fact they also hide themselves for the past 5 years all because they were scared to face you when they were still injured just didn’t make sense to you.

“What the fuck do you mean that you were scared to face me?!” you shouted, standing up from the sofa, angry at both your brother and husband

“Flower, we wanted to back to you, I swear. We were just caught up with other things…” Johnny tried to reason. “We were both badly injured and barely able to process anything…”

“But you got back up. You could’ve come to me. Your friends could’ve said something. I want to understand you but I can’t. Do you know how hard it was when I found out I was pregnant but before I could tell either of you, I saw your car crash on the news. I almost lost my baby. I almost lost my son that day too if it weren’t for your mom coming over to visit me early in the morning” you rambled on, making both Johnny and Jaehyun even more guilty

“Does your mom even know, Jaehyun?” you asked but received no answer from him

“I’m leaving” you let out which made both Johnny and Jaehyun immediately stood up, blocking your way

“I mean I’m leaving this room and going back to see my son. I can’t be in the same room with either of you right now” I pointed out, about to head to the door but a hand grabbed my wrist and from the touch, I knew that it was Jaehyun

“(y/n)…dimple…” Jaehyun let out that nickname he used to call me those years ago

The nickname that he gave me because he would always mention how he consider me as his dimple because his dimple is a part of him and he would always consider me as a part of him. I believed it, until he disappeared and reappeared back.

“Don’t call me that, Jeong” I hissed back, tears were threatening to spill again

“I swear I wanted to come back to you. Both me and Johnny. Me especially. I know what we did was horrible towards you and I’m not asking you to forgive and accept us back immediately but I just hope…” Jaehyun sighed. “I hope that you would at least let me into Yuno’s life. Let me be the father and husband I should’ve been all those years that I was gone”

Immediately, you ripped your arm away from Jaehyun and looked at him with anger and frustration. “You both got badly injured during and needed a year to fully recover fine. Your friends/members not coming to tell me anything about you because it’s classified, fined. But not telling your own mother and letting her, me and our son to believe that you were dead is beyond me. I don’t need words, Jeong. Neither does Yuno. All we wanted was for you to be there but you weren’t. You’re basically 5 years too late”

“I know” Jaehyun let out a shaky breath. “I, we, didn’t mean to lie to you and not come back sooner. We wanted to tell you but we were just waiting for the right time because we wanted to protect you long enough until we weren’t heavily involved anymore”

“Protect? Protecting me from those who were against you or protecting yourself from what might happen if you had told me before you disappeared?” you sighed

“You know what hurts more? Not when I lost both of you and almost lost Yuno that day. But the fact that I can’t hate either of you. I want to hate you both but I can’t. Because I know what it feels like growing up without a parent figure. I tried so hard to be that parent figure for Yuno but I could never replace his dad” you said, making Jaehyun more hopeful

“Don’t think that I’ve forgiven either one of you just yet. But I’m not as cruel as you to not see Yuno or try to be the father and uncle he should’ve had since he was born” you opened the door, ready to go back to your son. “I’m saying that you both can try your best to come back to our lives, but I can’t guarantee that either one of us would accept you. You might be the father Jaehyun but I was the one that took care of him the past 5 years and from what you’ve seen, our son doesn’t even consider you his dad even when I’ve told him and showed him pictures of you. Good night, Jaehyun, Johnny”

You left both men to the quiet and chill room with the loud noise of their own thoughts and guilt.

Despite leaving both Jaehyun and Johnny on a bad note, the two accepted your anger and instead, hearing you let out your own emotion fueled them to try their best to do whatever it took to get both you and Yuno’s apology.

The next morning, right when you were about to leave and bring Yuno to daycare, both Jaehyun and Johnny were right in front of your door as you came out with your son.

“Geezus, can you guys not this early in the morning?!” you sighed as your son gripped your hand tighter

“Sorry. We didn’t want to disturb your morning so we waited out here. But we got some breakfast sandwiches for both of you and caramel latte for you” Jaehyun mentioned, handing you the bag which you accepted

“Thanks. If there isn’t anything else, I really need to go and take Yuno to daycare and I also need to go to work” you mentioned, about to walk past both men but they stopped you before you could take another step

“What is it this time?” you asked, raising your eyebrow

“Sorry lil sis, I don’t think you should be going to work anymore” Johnny said, making you scoff. “You might be my older brother but you don’t have the rights to tell me what I can or cannot do”

“Johnny’s right (y/n). Those men the other day know who you are. It would only take time before other people would find you or Yuno and neither me nor Johnny wants that to happen again” Jaehyun replied, looking at you with those damn worried eyes

“If I don’t work then how am I supposed to afford a living?” you argued, challenging both Johnny and Jaehyun

“We’re both here now. We’ll fund everything. Especially me. I’m going to fun for both you and Yuno. I want to be the father that Yuno deserves to have. You can push me or Johnny away as much as you want but we will still try to squeeze ourselves back into both of your lives” Jaehyun mentioned and hearing his tone, you know how stubborn Jaehyun is going to be

Sighing, you agreed to not go to work and let your boss know that you have to quit so suddenly because of a family issue.

“Fine. I won’t go to work. But I’m not going to let my…”

“Our son” Jaehyun mentioned, making you roll your eyes. “Our son not go to school” you finished your sentence while Jaehyun kneeled down to Yuno’s height

“Of course not. I’ll take him to school and wait until his school ends” Jaehyun mentioned, smiling at Yuno, his dimples showing

But when Jaehyun took his hand out, trying to convince Yuno to come with him, Yuno shook his head. “No. I want to go with mommy”

“Lil peach…your mommy and uncle need to have a chat and I want to get to know you more” Jaehyun tried to convince him but Yuno stood his ground, gripping onto your leg

“Hey, hey lil bud” you mumbled, kneeling to your son’s height, holding his small hands in yours. “What did mommy tell you before?”

“Give daddy a chance” both you and Yuno said at the same time, making Jaehyun want to tear up knowing that despite what he did, you still taught your son to give him a chance

“That’s right lil bud. What happened to mommy shouldn’t be the reason for you to not give your daddy a chance. Also, it’s a good way to know if he’s actually making an effort. Plus, mommy needs to talk to uncle Johnny, okay? When you come back, mommy is going to make your favourite food, braised beef with toppokki” you mentioned, Jaehyun almost choked on his saliva hearing his son’s favourite food being the same as his

“Okay mommy” Yuno mumbled, looking over at Jaehyun who still offered his hand and slowly grabbed it

“I promise that I’ll keep him safe” Jaehyun mentioned, standing back up, softly holding his son’s hand

“On scratch on his body or any drop of blood, I will end you, Jeong” you threatened, kissing your son’s cheek as he kissed yours before letting Jaehyun take your son to daycare

Jaehyun’s POV

On the way down to my car, Yuno didn’t say a word and even when we were in the elevator, out of (y/n) and Johnny’s sight, Yuno let go of my hand which confused me.

“Lil peach…” I let out but Yuno’s reply shocked me. “Yuno. That’s my name. Not lil peach. Only mommy gets to call me other names”

“Okay, Yuno. Can you tell me why you let go of my hand?” I asked as the elevator opened to the car park and I directed him to my car

“Because even though mommy says you’re my daddy, you’re not” Yuno mentioned, getting into the car without my help

After closing the door to Yuno’s side, I went into mine and saw that he already put his seatbelt on his own. “Damn, this kid is too smart for a 5-year-old,” I thought to myself as I drove off

“Why would you say that I’m not your daddy?” I asked

“Because you hurt mommy. You made mommy cry” Yuno mentioned. “You might be my daddy but if you hurt mommy, you’re not my daddy. Wait until I grow up and I will be the only guy that mommy needs”

“You should know that without me, you wouldn’t exist. You can try all you want but I will win your mom back and then let’s see who the guy will come out on top” I scoffed, disbelieved at my own son’s words to me

“You can try but you’re no one to mommy. You’re not related by blood unlike me. You don’t know mommy like I do. You don’t know how hard mommy tries to be strong to take care of me. You don’t know that mommy likes to talk about you. You don’t know that mommy talks nice things about you but to me, you still hurt mommy. Especially when you came back” Yuno mentioned, making me grip the steering wheel harder

“H-Has your mommy been seeing someone else? Another guy?” I asked, being selfish and hoping that (y/n) hadn’t seen anyone else

“No. Though lots of guys have been trying to talk to her but when I ask mommy, she always mentions you” Yuno admitted, making me sigh with relief

“I won’t leave you both again. Especially your mom. I love her so much that I want to come back and take care of her. And you” I mentioned, parking by the daycare, looking at Yuno

“Why are you looking at me?” Yuno asked

“Because I need your help” I mentioned

Your apartment - Your POV

After Jaehyun left with Yuno, Johnny wanted to immediately talk but I told him that I wanted to grab several things from my previous apartment. Johnny agreed and he drove us to my old apartment.

“What actually happened since you found out that we were involved in an accident?” Johnny asked, his voice sounded nervous as we walked into my apartment

“Lots of things happened, John. I almost lost Yuno. I had to sell our old house to have enough money to live for a year or so since both of your accounts sacred and I only had the joint account with Jaehyun but even that, somehow, the account was frozen so after Yuno turned 1, I had to look for a job since I didn’t want to burden Jaehyun’s parents who were both already at old age” I explained, recalling one of the most traumatic moments in my life

“I’m sorry sis. We both are, really” Johnny let out

“I was lucky Jaehyun’s parents were still around. We were all sad at what happened to both of you. Did Jaehyun ever go back to his parents?” I asked but Johnny shook his head

“He was scared. We both were. When Taeyong and the others couldn’t find us, they froze our accounts, everything linked to us. Of course not your or his parents’ personal accounts. That’s how your joint account was frozen” Johnny explained

“What could have possibly scared the two of you more than me and Jaehyun’s parents getting angry at both of you?” I questioned, about to blow a fuse at my confusing brother for his reasoning but Johnny sushed me

“What is it now, John…”I let out but we both hear unfamiliar voices

“I thought you said that you saw that clueless bitch and somehow alived brother walking past here just now” an unknown man stated, making you worry and looked at Johnny who looked pissed

“(y/n), go into your room” Johnny looked at me, his hand was by his waist and I could see him holding a gun. “Now”

I didn’t need to be told twice and rushed to my room, locking it and as I was about to get under my bed, I heard a loud gunshot followed by several grunts. Not wanting to listen to all the noise outside, I decided to call the only other person that could manage to calm me down.

“Hello? (Y/N)” Jaehyun’s voice was a bit taken aback that I called him

“Jae…” I let out

“Where are you? Where’s Johnny? What happened?” Jaehyun asked, his voice was worried

“I’m at my old apartment. Johnny…” I was about to reply but heard another gunshot. “Johnny’s outside, there are some people that I don’t know of”

“Dimple…I’m sorry that you have to go through this two days in a row but one things for sure, we won’t let you be alone anymore. Talk to me dimple, tell me how you’re feeling” Jaehyun replied

“How are you so calm? What if something happens to Johnny and…I can’t lose either one of you again” you replied back

“It’s part of our job, dimple and you’re not going to lose either one of us again. What happened 5 years ago is a one time only. It won’t happen again. Me and Johnny will make sure of it” Jaehyun ensured me

“How’s Yuno? Did he cause any problems for you?” I asked, trying to get my mind off what was happening outside

“No problems at all. He just told me some things, that’s all. You really taught him well, didn’t you. He even stood up against his own father for his mom” Jaehyun joked

“That’s because he didn’t know you like I did” I replied

“And how did you know me, hmm?” Jaehyun teased, making me roll my eyes

Luckily, before I have to reply him, I heard Johnny called out to me. “(y/n)? Are you alright in there?”

“Johnny’s calling. I’ll um talk to you later then Jae. Don’t forget about Yuno” I told him but heard giggling. “Don’t worry about him. Go, Johnny’s going to get worried”

Turning off the call, I opened the door and saw Johnny who looked a bit tired but relieved. Immediately, I hugged him as he hugged back. “I’m okay, don’t worry about me. You’re okay, right?”

“I’m okay. W-what happened out there?” I asked but Johnny shook his head

“Nothing you should worry about. Come on. I’ll help you grab the things you need and we can head back” Johnny mentioned

It didn’t take long to take almost all the things because apparently, Johnny had called some of his friends to come and help us bring some of mine and Yuno’s things back to the penthouse.

Arriving back at the penthouse, Johnny and his friends helped me unpack some of my things and during the tidying up, we heard a ring to the door and Johnny opened it to let Jaehyun and Yuno in. Yuno immediately went up to me and I hugged him.

“Did you have a good day today?” I asked as Yuno nodded and took something out of his backpack, which was a drawing

“My teacher told us to draw something that makes us happy and I draw you being happy even if it’s with daddy and uncle” Yuno mentioned and I looked at the drawing he did

It was a simple kids drawing but knowing our history, it meant a lot that Yuno somehow is slowly accepting both Jaehyun and Johnny in his life even though they have been absent in both our lives for the past 5 years.

Sometime during the rest of the day, you and Jaehyun decided to cook together and after dinner, the two of you were doing the dishes together; reminiscing the times you both were in college and cooking in the small tiny dorms whilst Johnny and Yuno were getting to know each other.

“How did you manage to get Yuno to talk to you and actually like you?” you asked, waiting for the water to boil as Jaehyun was leaning on the counter after washing some of the dishes

“I wouldn’t say that he has completely accepted me but we managed to talk. He’s very smart for a 5-year-old” Jaehyun mentioned

“I know. I worry about him. I don’t want him to mature quickly just because of the situation. I want him to have a normal childhood where he’s loved and can have fun for as long as he can” you mentioned, looking over at Yuno who was actually having fun with Johnny

“(Y/N)” Jaehyun called out to me, making me look at him as he grabbed my hands in his; an act that he always did whenever he wanted to talk about something serious

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for both of you the past 5 years. I’m sorry I was a coward for not going back to both of you sooner and I’m sorry that I can’t turn back time to change all that because I know I would do anything to go back and be with the both of you. Especially you. I should’ve been there to take care of you. I should’ve been there to protect you. I should’ve been there to feel the pain you’ve felt because it was nothing compared to mine” Jaehyun mentioned, kissing the top of your hands, another habit that he likes to do to calm your nerves

“Jae…” you breathed out but Jaehyun didn’t let you continue. “Would you allow me and Johnny back? I know that it’s going to take a lot more to make up for the times we’ve lost but I’m willing to do anything for the both of you and…”

Kiss This time, you were the one that didn’t let Jaehyun continue and landed a soft kiss on his cheek, whilst caressing his jawline with one of your hands.

“You know that I hate all the bullshit talk. You might as well show me how sorry you are” you challenged Jaehyun who felt a sense of relief wash over him

But before you and Jaehyun could continue anything, both Johnny and Yuno came up to both of you. “Umm, sorry to disturb but I’m gonna take the lil guy back to my place” Johnny mentioned and Jaehyun was internally screaming thank you because he finally got to have some alone time with you after 5 years

“Do you need anything or any snacks bub?” you asked your son who just shook his head

“I’m okay, mommy. I wanna play some games with uncle Johnny!” Yuno exclaimed, making you giggle

“Alright. But don’t stay up too late. Go grab your pyjamas and backpack. Johnny, I trust you won’t be irresponsible. He has school tomorrow” you mentioned, looking up at your brother who just shrugged whilst your son rushed to his room

“I won’t. But I’m not so sure about you both so that’s why I’m offering to take care of the lil guy while you both sort things out together” Johnny snickered making you smack his arm while your son comes back, already wearing his backpack

“Bye mommy!!” your son greeted you as you went down to his height and he kissed you on your cheeks

“You behave alright. Don’t trouble uncle Johnny” you reminded as he smiled

“I promise don’t worry” your son replied and he went towards Jaehyun who also kneeled to his height. “Don’t make mommy cry!”

“I won’t lil peach. If she cries it’s because of a movie or something else” Jaehyun mentioned, making you smack his head. “You see. Your mom will kill me before I hurt her anyways”

Shaking his head, your son went over back to you and hugged you before going to grab Johnny’s hands, the two bidding both of you and Jaehyun goodbye.

“I should really get you and him to have more father and son outings before he really rebels against you” you mumbled while Jaehyun went behind you, snaking his arms around your waist, letting his head rest on the crook of your neck, giving it light kisses

“It’s alright. You’ve taught him well enough. He’s looking out for his mom anyways” Jaehyun murmured, sucking on your skin, making you moan as you let your head fall back

“I’ll teach him more though. If you’ll let me. I know that you’re worried but I’m more worried if something were to happen to both of you and I wasn’t around” Jaehyun sighed but you turned around, your hands wrapped around his neck

“I trust you Jae. You maybe a dick for leaving us for 5 years but you promise to make up for it. Then do it. Make up for your lost time with us. Treat us how you’re supposed to treat us those psat 5 years” you challenged him again

Without warning, Jaehyun lifted you up, forcing your legs to wrapped around his waist as he turned you around, making your back hit the wall as he captured your lips to his; one of his hand cupped your jaw, deepening the kiss between you.

When the two of you pull away and looked at each other, the two of you giggle just like when you were in college, sneaking around to make out with each other.

“Shall we continue it here or do you want the bed?” Jaehyun asked but you kissed him instead

“Anywhere Jeong. Just proof to me that you’re not leaving us again. I can’t deal with another loss” you cried but Jaehyun quickly shushed you

“You won’t. I’m promise. I came back for both of you and I’m staying for both of you. I’m sorry, dimple. I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed you so fucking much” Jaehyun kissed your temple, each of your eyes, the tip of your nose and then your lips

Each kiss makes you bring him closer to you as you cried on his chest while he cradles your body. “It’s okay. Let it out” Jaehyun knows that he can make up for all the intimate and sexual needs later and what’s important is to make sure is to tend your needs. Whatever you want or need, Jaehyun will do it.

When you finally relaxed in Jaehyun’s arms, you looked at him again with glossy eyes but to Jaehyun, you’re just as adorable as he remembers. Smiling and flashing his dimples, Jaehyun leaned down to give a softer kiss to your lips but you were the one that craved more.

“Someone’s eager. Bed?” Jaehyun asked but all you could do was nod

Immediately, Jaehyun carried you bridal style just as he did the night of your wedding when Jaehyun carried you to your bedroom.

Because of your motherly sense, you woke up earlier than you would have liked and went to the kitchen, slowly removing Jaehyun’s big arms. When you got to kitchen to make breakfast and check your phone, Johnny already texted you that he already took your son to kindergarten and told you to just rest.

Johnny: I took the kid to kindergarten already. We got some breakfast sandwich along the way and I’m gonna wait for him. You have fun with Jae ;)

You smile as you read the text, not realising that Jaehyun was eyeing you from the corner until you turned to see him leaning towards the wall with only his sweatpants, his chest was still bare from last night’s activities.

“Geezus. Can’t you at least knock. You’re going to make me have a heart attack” you exclaimed, making Jaehyun chuckle as he went next to you, kissing the side of your temple before backhugging you as you attempt to make breakfast

“I wouldn’t dream of it” Jaehyun murmured

The two of you just enjoyed each other’s company whilst making breakfast together until Jaehyun asked you a question that he wanted to ask. “Dimple” Jaehyun called out, making you look at him

“Why didn’t you get mad at me? Why didn’t you make me suffer more and longer? I deserved it you know. 5 years is a long time and not to mention for 9 months you were pregnant and had to raise Yuno on your own with my parents for the next few years. You could’ve made me beg for the next 5 years but you didn’t, why?” Jaehyun asked, making you blink a few times before going to stand in front of him, cupping his jaw in your small hands

“I’m disappointed. Not angry. There’s a difference. I’m still disappointed in you and Johnny but I know that there’s no point in staying angry for too long. Yes, I still don’t fully understand the world you guys are in but I know that it’s not easy at all and you both tried your best to take care of me and Yuno however you can. Let me ask you back. When Yuno turned 3 and I received an email from the bank that our joint account was not frozen anymore, it was you, wasn’t it? When I was struggling to pay the bills and suddenly the landlord said it was all cleared for the next year, it was you, right? When Yuno was sick and there was medicine in the mail, it was from you, wsn’t it?” you asked, and Jaehyun held your hand, rubbing it

“I was a coward. I helped you but I didn’t have the strength to face you. You should hate me” Jaehyun mentioned

“But I don’t because I know that when it comes to family, you would never forget us no matter what. I’m still hurt and need reassurance but I want us to be a family again. Only if you promise to be better” you replied and Jaehyun immediately kisses you

Pulling away for a moment, Jaehyun caresses your face and lets his forehead rest on yours as both your noses touch each other. “I fucking love you, you know that? I promise I’ll be better for you and Yuno. I’m officially back for both of you”

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[hannie-dul-set]

fuck you, aphrodite! [1].

SYNOPSIS. ready, set— let the love games begin! the cupid industry is a competitive business. donghyuck, jeno, and johnny know that very well. right on the cusp of their sweet, sweet promotion (and finally graduating from petty match-making and making sure their assignments finally fucking hook up), the three find themselves in a three-way battle because for their last assignment, the love lottery just had to give them the same person to manipulate into falling in love with their respective assignments— you.

PAIRINGS. kim doyoung, na jaemin, jung jaehyun x fem! reader. TAGS. socmed! au, cupid! au, college! au, org! au, another reverse harem of weird/asshole/loser men! the hannie-dul-set holy trinity of leading men! rom-com, explicit language and jokes.

NOTE. it's been a hot hot minute since i wrote for nct again 😭 and to think it's gonna be a train wreck, hot mess that i impulsively vomited out instead of doing my readings HUAHUHA this is just a fun funky little things so updates will be whenever i feel like it (if any) so pls lmk if you wanna be tagged the future! enjoy!

[part 1] [part 2]

fuck you, aphrodite! © hannie-dul-set, 2024.

#nct x reader #kim doyoung x reader #na jaemin x reader #jung jaehyun x reader #doyoung x reader #jaemin x reader #jaehyun x reader #nct imagines #nct social media au #nct x you #nct texts #jaemin texts #jaehyun texts #doyoung texts

[jaelaxies]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐞

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･

fluff; wc: 814.

Jung Jaehyun x fem reader!; fluff fluff; established relationship and skinship; tw: none.

Song recommendation: Perfume — Nct DoJaeJung (Perfume)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･

—You’re definitely not being sneaky about this babe… — You said as you delicately caressed Jaehyun’s face; whose body was hugging you from behind, arms firmly wrapped around your waist while his pouty face decided to stay on your shoulder; pressing feather like kisses every now and then because your dress exposed the area but mostly, because it was a signal that he wanted to leave, now.

It was his own exhibition and he wanted to leave, but deep down, you understood why. No one was really interested in Jaehyun’s effort in creating these beautiful scents and compiling them into a collection of perfumes; everyone was just gossiping about his fortune, his family and now, you. Of course, if this was any other person, you would be annoyed; upset, almost. But these were the strangers that your fiancée had to face everyday and if you wanted to be by his side, even in the worst times, words that seeped poison never got through you.  

—Did you know… —Jaehyun whispered in your ear, your touch was magical to his demeanor, even he got surprised every time about how at peace it made him feel. But there was something in his tone, that playfulness and intimacy that sent an electric shock through your veins and made your cheeks feel hotter. — that his hotel has an indoor pool, love?

—A p-pool? — You stuttered when you met his eyes; your faces were inches apart and you could feel his hot breath every single time he pronounced a word and then, there was that smile.

His eyes forming crescent moons and his dimples displaying themselves only for you, whenever he did that, he knew he had won you over. And this time, it was no different. As neither of you excused yourselves and just started to wander around the luxurious hotel, hand in hand; heels abandoned somewhere and tuxedo too. Laughter filled the air again as you started to compare your hand sizes, winner got a granted wish and that winner was obviously Jaehyun; who started stealing pecks every time you wanted to talk back and then had the nerve to act innocently. But it was moments like these where the world was just the two of you, where you could fight for whatever together and win. It was moments like these that made you fall in love even more with him, if that was possible.

—We’re here!

Somehow, you two really wandered into a beautiful indoor pool, even thought the lights were turned off; the pool was lit from within, almost inviting you to jump right in. The sight was magical: Ypu, Jaehyun and no formalities to act to, so you nodded softly and before you could even respond, he carried you, bridal style; like it was nothing, as your gazes locked with each other, you finally smiled in rendition and you both jumped into the pool. Warmth water receiving both of your still intertwined bodies and when you got to the surface, you saw that genuine grin again. Jaehyun was radiating with happiness as he started to talk about new projects with you and how many dogs would you have, spinning both of your bodies like you were dancing in an imaginary ballroom. You wish more people could see these side of him, but people only let themselves see what they truly want to see. As you bantered for a bit between 4 or 2 dogs, Jaehyun halted his speech and stared at you for a moment. — I really can’t wait to spend forever with you.

—Me too…— You pecked his nose, earning a huff from him and he took action immediately, cradling your face and kissing you, taking his time and savoring your strawberry scented lip gloss while ruining at the same time; it was a kiss full of love and care, there was no rush, no clashing; just your lips dancing at a slow pace that you both enjoyed. Then, when both of your bodies pleaded for some air, the two of you separated with flushed faces and racing heartbeats, still, when looking at each other, you shared a shy giggle before returning to each other’s arms. Him swaying your bodies in the water slowly, as you rested your head on his shoulder and he adjusted his on top of yours, whispering a soft melody that only the two of you knew.

There was nothing in the world, that felt more like home, that being in each other’s embrace. No matter if you were talking about how many starts there were in the sky or which color your house will be, as long as you two could feel each other’s warmth seeping through your arms and hands, longing to be together; your hearts remained the same as they fell in love for the first time, and that thought, was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever known.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･

Ah coming back and to write about my bias ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚

I know this one probably fell on the shorter side but believe me when I say I'm so happy to just be back and writing again that my i almost filled a whole notebook with ideas-

Thank you for all the love on my recent works and all the sweet comments, likes and reblogs! It makes me really happy and motivated to create even greater fics ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚♡

Again, with all the love in the world,

ੈ✩‧₊˚✧˖°࿐ Stella!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･

#k films #k labels #kbookshelf #nct 127 fluff #nct fluff #jung jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun au #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios #jung yoonoh #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x you #jaehyun x y/n #jaehyun moodboard #nct dojaejung #nct 127

[kpopcafeeee]

Call me baby like before

Paring: johnny suh x fem! reader

Genre: smut, Exs to lovers, collage au

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:frat boy ex Johnny! Smut, kissing, moaning, fingering, public sex(hot tub) IM SORRY, begging, degration, dom johnny,sub reader, hair pulling

Summary: you and Johnny broke up 5 months ago and hasn’t seen each other since the break up until there’s a pool party hosted by his a fraternity you and your best friend haechan go there just to have fun but you went there for and fun until you found another reason to go

A/N: this is my first post and I’m really nervous if I misspelled something please contact me!!!! And also if this goes well I’ll do more stories about nct and other groups and here’s my inspiration kinda😅

ENJOYYY:)

“Haechan what if he’s there?!” You yell to your best friend “then ignore him and have a good time” he says as he drags you to the car while the others are waiting for you two. You, haechan, Yuta, doyoung, taeyong are all going to the pool party together as friends. You hear the horn beep several times until a random person addresses the sound as you and haechan runs to the car “took you assholes long enough” Yuta says “we were about to leave your asses” doyoung says

“ anyways we have to make one stop before we go to the party” while doyoung and Yuta were in the store getting the beer together you and taeyong and haechan were in the car on your phones

You were looking through insta until you say a specific story on insta was a taeil and jaehyun taking a photo until you spotted Johnny in the back kissing a girl

Haechan saw your face frown so he took your phone “don’t worry about him have some fun” haechan said he was trying to make you feel better he pulls you into a hug and you start to smile and feel better

When doyoung and Yuta came back with the beers it was time to go

You guys made it to the party on time and decided to split up when you guys go inside and go have fun and get drunk, you had on a red bikini with a transparent cover up to make you look sexy and ready to have fun you and haechan have fun together and jump in the pool together,You guys have fun and enjoy the party and while you guys we’re having fun you met a cute guy named mark haechan winks at you and starts to blend in with the crowd at the party,

you and mark starts talking and you feel like your being watched by someone and starts to feel awkward so you tell mark that your going to the bathroom and you’ll be right back, while walking to the bathroom you hear footsteps behind you but brushes it off, when you come back you and mark starts talking again until you wanted another drink you told mark and he said he’ll wait until you come back again when you went inside the loud house to get some drinks for you and mark you still felt like you were being watched and so you hurried to go get the drinks you make it to the kitchen where all the drinks were and grabbed to beers out the fridge until you felt someone behind you turned around to see your ex Johnny fucking suh, “missed me baby?”

His gaze making you feel small under him you try to push him away but he’s to strong “no I haven’t now move” you say but he doesn’t budge at all instead he moves closer to you making you feel his breath in your ear “you know you miss me I’ve been looking at you all night and you’re not even interested in poor mark” wide eyes you look at him face redder than a tomato “ I-i don’t know what your talk about” you say stuttering “oh yes you do baby you know your still interested in me” he holds your chin with his finger to make you look him in the eyes “so why are you lying baby?”.

You try to push him away again but he doesn’t move a bit still after a few minutes has passed he takes your hand in his and leads you outside again and going in the hot tub this time and marks sees this and you give him a sorry look and he gives you a it’s ok look and goes inside to go talk to haechan and his other friends “aww looks like he’s gone” when you and Johnny get in the hot tub your sitting on his lap facing from him you can feel his cock getting hard under the water “so you like dressing up as a slut” he says while playing with the hem of your bikini, he slides your bikini bottom over to reach your cunt you where already wet from earlier and while walking to the hot tub, he slips two fingers inside your cunt and starts fingering you, you gasp from the contact trying your best to hold your moan in biting your lip very hard to stop it

He starts kissing your sensitive spot on your neck that he likes he knew how to please you and knew how to get you on your knees quickly so it didn’t take him that long from hitting your sweet spot in your cunt he hits it repeatedly and you let a out a small moan saying his name “j-johnny” “you like that” he said your orgasm was about to come until he stopped feeling emptiness in your cunt you whine until he takes his fully hard cock out and slightly lifts you up and starts pulling you down until he’s fully in you, you moan from this earning a few stares until Johnny pinched you to be quiet and take his cock

He starts off slow until a random group got in with you guys so Johnny pulls out of and you whimper “get up and follow me upstairs” you follow his orders and you guy make up stairs it was a little more quiet than downstairs and outside Johnny pushes you on the bed and takes off his swimming trunks quickly and throw them behind him he takes your bottom of and throws it on the floor, he pushes himself inside you he grunts your name when he was fully inside “y-y/n” he was trying his best not to cum right there and then he’s been inside you multiple times and you were still so tight, he starts at a slow pace then speeds up his pace “j-johnny fuck me!” You cry out you can feel your orgasm approaching, you start clenching around him until “f-fuck y/n” he says he’s almost there too but he wanted you to cum first he starts speeding up his pace more and your orgasm finally comes and you cum over his cock he’s still going until he reaches his high and cums in you

He pulls out of you and goes to his bathroom to clean you up after your clean, he goes to take a shower the party ended 2 hours ago you got a message from haechan “HURRY UP” you texted him that you were with Johnny and was going stay the night after he got out the shower he laid next to you and while you were drifting off to sleep

“ I love you Johnny” you mumbled he chuckled under his breath “I love you too y/n” “promise me we will be together forever and call me baby like before

By: kpopcafeeee

#johnny suh #johnny suh x reader #johnny smut #nct smut #collage au #first smut

[riyva]

nutella on you. | j.jh

pairings. jung jaehyun x fem!reader (ft. johnny & yuta) genre. fluff, romance, angst (if u squint?) warnings. explicit content, minors don't interact, food play, oral (m), implied sex summary. you were pregnant with twins, and cravings are kicking in.

you purred when you woke up. you glanced at the clock; it was already 4 p.m. hmm.. ‘kay! time for snacks. you stood up and went to the body mirror. you admired how big your tummy was. you’re carrying twins. your husband, jaehyun, was in bliss when he found out you’re pregnant with twins. it's been a year since you were married, and you’ve been trying to conceive a child, and finally, you guys made it, making love three times a day, didn’t know you’ll be having two. and, in four months left, you’ll be carrying them in your arms.

you went straight to the kitchen to look for something. when you wake up, you already think of having nutella with a banana. on your disappointment, you didn’t see one in your pantry. you thought of your husband; he’ll be home in an hour from now. you immediately texted him to buy some.

you: hey, honey! would you mind if you could buy me some nutella and bananas? jaehyun: hello to my beautiful wife, mrs. jung! how’s your nap? jaehyun: yeah, sure. i will get it before going home to you. you: i slept for three hours you know. gladly, our babies didn’t do anything complicated to me. you: alright, take care! i love you. jaehyun: i love you more, mi amor.

on the other hand, jaehyun was smiling all through his eyes, showing his deep and cute dimples. he's always excited about going home to you. nothing could complete his every single day without you in his arms. for the five months of your pregnancy, you don't always send off your husband to work every morning due to morning sickness. it always makes you awful.

but jaehyun never forgets to bring you on dates, travels with you. to spend time with you even though he has lots of work on his hand, and he always makes you feel loved every day. he always brings you your favorite flowers, tulips & lavender, with or without any occasion. well, he is treating you like a queen, pampering you every day. you're his other half, the only person he's inlove and growing old with. you're his wife. you know, he is a perfect husband and will be an ideal father to your children. he always wanted a kid since he was a teenager, but now, he's having two.

since your cravings can wait, you eat wheat bread before going to the living room to watch movies while waiting for him to get home. for dinner, you heat the food that you cooked for lunch. as you sit on the couch, you caress your big tummy, and you felt your babies movements, “woah.” as you felt a twitch inside you. they must be having fun.

minutes to an hour have passed; you heard his car parked in the garage. "i'm home, mi amor!” he shouted from the door. "i'm here, jay!” the moment he heard your voice, he immediately went to you with a smile, showing his adorable dimple, and he put you in a warm hug. he kissed your forehead, nose, and lips.

"how's mommy, hmm?” you pulled away from the hug and you sat in between his legs on the couch. you took his hands to caress your belly. “can you feel them right now?” as your babies moved it left him in awe. few months left, he will carry his little angels. “i see. they were behaving.” he went to your tummy and whispered, “please be good angels, okay? don't make it too hard for mommy, okay?” they moved as their reply earned giggles from both of you, and he captured your lips. damn, i miss my wife so bad. he broke the kiss and stood up, "c'mon, momma. let's prepare your cravings.” and you followed him into the kitchen. “you miss me that much, huh?” he dramatically acted and giggled. “so bad!”

he did prepare your nutella and bananas, and viola, cravings satisfied! but you still want more… what if i try it on him? you shook your head with the thought. nope, he's busy.

the night has come, and you're prepared to sleep but you saw jaehyun in glasses was still working in his office. you knocked, “hey, come on. time to bed.” he took a glance from you. “you go first, mommy. i'm still finishing some reports.” you walked towards him, and sat on his lap. he welcomed your warm hug to give him the energy to finish the reports. “am i heavy?” you're curious as your fingers ran through his blonde hair. “nope.” he immediately said. "don't lie, silly! three were sitting on you, three.”

jaehyun shut his eyes as he felt his member getting hard. he can't help it because his beautiful wife was sitting on his lap. “hmm, wife? can you ahm..” jaehyun can't continue as you slightly moved and you felt something under his boxers. “are you?” you asked to confirm. “yes.” he breathlessly replied.

instead of removing yourself from his lap, “do you want to—” you took his fingers to your lips, “—put it here?” he gulped as he nodded to your question. you carefully stood up, phew, my body felt so heavy, and gave him a kiss. “alright, i'll just go get something.” you giggled as you were on your way to getting the nutella.

your eyes twinkled at the thought of eating nutella with his raw banana. you slightly tapped your tummy. “hey, babies. mommy and daddy might do something tonight.” you whispered. might need some space, lol.

you took a pillow from your bedroom before going into his office, and to your surprise, his boxers were gone. “wow, who's excited?” he just smiled sheepishly as you shyly raised his right hand, you dumped the pillow on the floor and kneeled between his legs; you saw his hard dick sprung free reaching the top of his belly button. jaehyun saw the nutella that he bought. “what are you going to do with that, momma?”

you didn't say anything but you took a spoonful of nutella and wrapped it around his cock. his eyes widened a little as he felt the coldness, and he muttered a curse. fuck. "gonna eat nutella with your raw banana, lovey. you up?” it was messy but jaehyun don't have any other choice but to give in. he doesn't want to take a cold shower either.

you've wanted to do this since he got home, and finally, he's sitting in front of you. "bon appétit!" it was messy, but for you, your sight was mouth-watering and you didn't waste any time devouring him. his head fell back as you licked the tip. you took him whole careso as fully not to scratch your teeth on his v, and thick length. no wonder we made twins, lol. his hand went to grip your short hair as he help you to move your head.

“fuck, mi amor. grow your hair, please.” you just hummed as you continued licking and sucking him off, leaving no nutella in waste. his hips thrust carefully not to gag you. his movements were slowly given that you're pregnant. as much as possible, he doesn't want to hurt you. after a few pumps, you pulled out leaving a popping sound.

“dad, sorry. i can't make you cum like this. my jaw and knees hurt.” his brows furrowed.

"you're gonna leave it like that?” you giggled as you stood up, removed your underwear, and bent over his desk. “you and your hormones are insane.” i know, jay. i know. lol!

“well, at least i left no nutella on your cock. now, fuck me please.”

after 4 months, you’re already giving birth to your twins. jaehyun walked back and forth outside the delivery room to calm his nerves as a soon-to-be dad. “dude, seriously, can you sit down?” johnny said. “i can’t, shit. i think i’m going insane.” he tried to sit down but he can’t. “it’s okay, bro. they will be fine.” then, there's yuta who tapped his shoulder to comfort him. fuck, self. calm down. your wife and babies will be fine.

a nurse came out and called him, “hello! mr. jeong! you can now go inside.” he took a glance to johnny before going in. “gotta, go!”

the moment he entered the delivery room, he went directly to you. he kissed your forehead and he told you, “you did well, momma. thank you & i love you so much.” you smiled weakly as you answered him back. “i love you, too, and our babies.” jaehyun never fails to put you first, it's always you.

you gave birth to a girl and a boy. you and jaehyun named them as yoonah & yoonoh. you both can't explain the happiness that you finally carried them in your arms. jaehyun held you as your babies were sleeping sweetly in your chest. what a loving sight to him, and he's more than thankful.

“i will love you forever & ever until the day i die, and i will be a good husband, and a father to yoonah & yoonoh.”

i love you, always remember that.

© riyva

#riyva #nct jaehyun #nct jaehyun smut #jaehyun smut #jaehyun imagines #nct 127 smut #nct 127 scenarios #nct jaehyun x reader #nct 127 x reader #jaehyun fluff #nct 127 imagines

[markiefiles]

— INCORRUPTÍVEL

fem reader x doyoung

avisos: menção a breeding, corruption!kink(?), voyeurismo se você estreitar bem os olhos, menção à gangbang, algumas palavras no diminutivo, hand!kink, jaehyun gosta de ver os meninos "cuidando" de você", doyoung!bigdick, blowjob.

notas: oiii! isso é um repost, esse smut postei no Spirit, ano passado, pensei em trazer pra cá porque quero muito encher linguiça até fazer o smut do johnny (com au de poderes e essas coisas) pra comemorar os 500 seguidores, mas ainda tô em dúvida sobre ele, talvez eu poste mais um outro smut do yuta e aí abro os pedidos pra smuts! isso aqui foi um momento de surto, aquele tipo de coisa que você pensa "eu não faço" e aí no segundo seguinte tá caindo de boca na pic-

Você está num dilema, num pensamento constante de que é incorruptível.

Incorruptível em se tratando de Jaehyun, fiel ao namorado, sempre encontra tudo o que precisa nele. Amor, carinho, companhia, sexo.

É o que pensa, sua mente dialoga consigo mesma, tenta pausar o tremelique na perna, a ansiedade que lhe assola a espinha toda vez que troca olhares com Doyoung.

Um gole no vinho, dedos nas têmporas, mais um gole e o peito esquenta, um calor sobe pelas pernas a mostra por conta do vestidinho florido.

E, de repente se vê molinha, entorpecida, as bochechas levemente vermelhas, Jaehyun se preocupa, agacha-se ao pé da poltrona, lhe toca as coxas com sua mão quente, atencioso, com a necessidade de demonstrar seus sentimentos pelo toque e Kim solta uma risada de escárnio, abre os botões da camiseta branca, te olha, excitado. Não sabe o porquê, mas a namorada de Jaehyun parecia facilmente corruptível e quer bagunçá-la, mostrar para Jung que tipo de pessoa ela é.

Demora pouco para que Doyoung, se movimente pela casa a qual a festinha é dada. Ele parece estar sendo orientado por dois instintos, por duas vontades, uma delas não lhe pertence.

Os sapatos caros batem contra o chão de madeira, ele resvala os dedos pelo corrimão liso, concentrado na textura, concentrado em não se descontrolar.

Abre a porta, te assiste quietinha, enrolando a barra do vestido pelos dedos bonitos, sorri, para no batente da porta, colocando os dedos dentro do bolso da calça social.

— Você... — Sua voz ressalta, olhando-o diretamente, toda sua atenção dada a ele, todo jogo de ego sendo feito.

— Fica de joelhos, boneca. — Ordena, primal, o pênis pesado marcando a calça e por ser "incorruptível" você se ajoelha, pode provar para todos os convidados de Jaehyun o quão educada e receptiva é.

Você o observa e ele mergulha em seus olhos estrelados, puro silêncio, somente respirações, a mão de Doyoung caminha para o rosto bonito, os dedos são esguios e grandes, unhas bem feitas, veias aparentes, o cheiro da colônia pelos pulsos te deixa com fome de alguma forma.

— Jaehyun sempre diz que você é boazinha demais, meu amor, quero ter a certeza.

Fala, brinca com os apelidos da forma mais erótica e agoniante possível, sua buceta queima, pulsa, molha, gosta do jeito que ele profere as coisas, como se tivesse-a na palma de sua mão.

— Eu sou...— Fala, os seios balançam e Dodo tem vontade de comer e gozar em seus peitos.

Ele retira o botão, abre o zíper, numa lentidão, que antecipa a saliva na sua boca, um bolo de saliva, gula, fome; Mais do que podia suportar, porque definitivamente, Kim Doyoung tinha um pau enorme.

'Faz questão de passar a extensão primeiro pelas bochechas coradas, gostaria ser ridículo e clichê o suficiente para dizer "Queria assinar seu rostinho com minha porra", mas não, apenas comprime os lábios, os morde e solta, assim que sua boca lhe toca a fenda lambuzada.'

— Quantos já fizeram isso, hein? Cinco, seis? É por isso que Johnny e Taeyong estão sempre aqui? — Doyoung provoca e você toma com as próprias mãos o pau.

— Hm... Não sei do que… você tá falando. — Entretida, responde, Kim troca olhares, olha para o grande espelho do armário, vislumbra a espreita Jaehyun observando eles dois, ri, ri muito enquanto a moça usa seu pau. — Seu pau é lindo, Dodo.

— Mais bonito que o do Jaehyun? — Provoca, quer confundí-la. — Meu pau pode te dar muitos bebês, amor.

— Uhum, uhum. — Burra, se afunda, leva até a garganta, machuca, gosta da dorzinha da pica lhe partindo, gosta de rolar os olhos para trás por causa de um pau grande.

— Vai me deixar usar essa bucetinha, hm? — Fala, toca o seu queixo carinhoso, afaga o cabelo bonito, como se você fosse uma menina adestrada que agrada todos com seus buracos. — Igual Yuta fez? Oh… soube que ele comeu seu cuzinho também, é verdade? Jaehyun não está te dando pau direito, amor?

— N-não é verdade, não! — Você tem vontade de chorar, quer chorar com um pau na boca, quer sentir tudo ao mesmo tempo, quer ser o depósito de porra de Jaehyun, mas claro, com os amigos dele participando.

E Doyoung sabia disso.

— É... Jaehyun tem razão.

#doyoung x reader #doyoung smut #doyoung imagines #nct 127 smut #nct 127 imagines #nct smut #nct imagines

[valerieluvsyu]

𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧

; 𝗦𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 - Based on the song We Can't Be Friends by Ariana Grande. You've realized that you and Jaehyun will never be anything but friends, so you try to set him free. To move on from him.

; 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 - Jung Jaehyum x fem!reader

; 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦 - angst, just a lot of hurt tbh

; 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 - Swearing, there is a happy ending for y/n but they do not end up together...

; 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 - Hi guys, this is my second work. Um, I'm sorry that I disappeared for a while, I'm planning a story that I'll be writing on Wattpad so that is taking most of my time. I hope you enjoy this one and have a good day/night!! Also, thank you so much for 8 followers. I love each and every one of you mwah.

The more you looked into his eyes the more you realized that you and Jaehyun would never work. Maybe it was because you were not quite ready for a relationship or because he was not into you like you were into him. You’ve learned to accept this after a few months of being heartbroken because of him. You would never tell him how you felt, there was no point. 

We can’t be friends but I’d like just to pretend.

The more you look at him the more you realize he wasn’t the one. He wasn’t the one who was going to hold you when needed. He wasn’t the one to love you like you needed to be loved. You let out a soft chuckle looking away from him for the first time since you’ve been here at this cafe. You were thankful for coming here, it cleared your mind and your feelings for the man in front of you. 

So for now, it’s only me. And maybe that’s all I need

“Hey um y/n you good there” he spoke up for the first time since you’ve been there. You nodded before turning to him again, “I’m fine why do you ask?” he shakes his head turning to look out the window. “You just seem out of it.” that seemed to tick you off. You nod looking at your phone. “Do you want to talk about it or” his sentence was cut off by your scoff.

“Oh you wanna talk about it, okay let’s talk about it”. He raises his eyebrow at your outburst “You wanna talk about how I cried my fucking heart out for months because of you”. His mouth opened to say something but you spoke before him “Or do you want to talk about- you know what I don’t need this”. You stand up gathering your stuff “Where are you going?”, you look up at him to see him also standing up.

“Away from you, I’m done with all this.” you walked out of the cafe leaving Jaehyun shocked and confused. He ran after you calling your name but you simply ignored him as it wasn’t worth it. You need to focus on yourself and not fall for someone who doesn’t even love you for who you are. You scoffed when you heard him get closer, speeding up your steps, trying to get away from

him.

You refused to cry over him, you refused to let him see you break. You refused to even turn to face him. You needed to go home and be by yourself for a while. He tried to grab your wrist but you yanked it back before he could. “Jaehyun leave me alone” he sighed before speaking “We need to talk about your feelings.”. You let out another scoff before facing him “Do you think you deserve to hear about my feelings?”, hearing no response from him you turned around walking to your house which wasn’t too far 

You reached your house slamming the door in Jaehyun’s face. Once the door was locked, you slide down the door. You put your face into your hands. You could still hear him outside and you wanted to open the door but you had some self-control. After a few minutes, you heard him walk away sighing. You got up and went to your room, you looked around feeling proud of yourself. 

A few months went by and you’ve never felt better. You’ve moved on from Jaehyun and you’ve never been happier. It felt like you were free of a curse. You’ve picked up a few new hobbies and friends along the way. You’ve also been writing songs as you’re now a upcoming artist.

You decided to make you’re next song about you’re heartbreak. You’ve spent a few hours a day writing about it and in two weeks you finished the song. Now all you gotta do is name the song. This was always the hardest part. But this time it came easier than most. And that’s how you end up with a hit song.

We Can’t Be Friends

#jung jaehyun #nct 127 #nct x reader #jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #kpop #nct 127 x reader #127 #nct #lee taeyong #nct 127 imagines

[twogyuu]

like we were eighteen || kdy

Pairing: Doyoung x fem!reader (ft. a whole bunch of SM artists)

Synopsis: Upon your best friend’s insistence, you attend prom for a second time. Much to your surprise, you enjoy it more than either of you were expecting because of a certain someone you wished you met sooner. 

Alternatively: A surprisingly unforgettable night that made Kim Doyoung feel like he was eighteen again: Unsure, giddy, and nervous because of a mere crush. Maybe he’ll listen to Yuta for once and slide into your DM’s  

Genre: Fluff, crack, the slightest bit of angst, best friend!Seulgi, (almost) complete loser!Doyoung, law firm intern!Doyoung, former tennis player!reader, references Adele's When We Were Young

Warnings: Implied alcohol use, profanity, unedited(!!!)

WC: ~5.4k (HELP-)

A/N: This is like the SM Halloween Party, but SM is a high school, LSM is the retired principal, and this is a cheap (second) prom-themed reunion.

TBH, I'm kind of nervous about releasing this. It doesn't feel like my best work especially in the sense that this "drabble" was never intended to be this long 💀 My fingers just typed and then we ended up here 😅 Some way, some how, the way I write the designated member ends up some version of a Renjun I have in my head that I end up projecting onto everyone else 😭 That said, I'm working on better portraying each member of NCT (I'm still new to this!) so please bare with me :') I hope you enjoy this nonetheless!

You wouldn’t have been here, unless your best friend, Seulgi, hadn’t dragged you out. 

Contrary to the beliefs of most people, high school was not the best four years of your life (thankfully). You didn’t have an amazing, close-knit group of friends that helped solve a murder mystery of a girl you remotely knew. You didn’t have a band that you’d rock with every afternoon. There was no cliche, fake-dating, bad-boy-pursues-”good”-girl (were you even?) escapade with the captain of the basketball team, Jung Jaehyun. You didn’t have some sort of self-actualization where you discovered your purpose in this world and the meaning of life when you graduated. 

You were a “floater” – someone with a friend from this group, a friend from that group. You ate lunch in the library by yourself just trying to catch up on the next history reading or finishing the geometry homework – sometimes, Seulgi would join if she wasn’t busy with the volleyball team. You had a fair amount of crushes, but nothing that moved beyond the stage of “admiring from afar.” Besides, the only boy worthy of your time, Choi Minho, had graduated by the time you were a second year student. 

(He didn’t even know your name.)

High school by quickly, but slowly. The four years passed by in a flash: one minute you were a freshman with oily skin rushing through the halls with a map of the school in your hands and the when you blinked, you were suddenly in the auditorium draped in a black graduation gown with an pink tassle bouncing off your face everytime you got up from your chair. Nonetheless, the days were long. Seven, fifty-minute classes filled up your 7AM to 3PM. You’d remember sitting in Mr. Kwon’s physics class just counting the number of ticks of the minute hand as it neared the 12PM bell for lunch. Your lungs burned for air during the mile run in gym class – four rounds around the track felt like an eternity despite the teacher calling out a time of eight minutes. The nights at home never seemed to end when you had a literature essay due the next day. 

That said, you think you could say most people could relate to that experience. Despite the “real” and “true” experiences of teens, Hollywood wanted to share with the world, high school was bland and unmemorable. Despite the fact, most, if not all, of your graduating class was back in the humid and cramped school gym tonight. 

Perhaps there were the few individuals who did have that close knit of friends who they wanted to reunite with. 

Or perhaps, it was merely for the purpose of satisfying one’s curiosity of what happened to everyone. 

Did Jaehyun end up in the NBA like everyone thought he would?

Did the high school sweethearts, Sooyoung and Hyoseob, get married like everyone voted in the yearbook?

Did Dong Sicheng become a doctor like your teachers predicted?

That’s why Seulgi came. 

The theme of the reunion was to recreate prom: “a starry night.”

Standing at the front entrance taking it all end, despite the ten years that have passed, not much had changed about the place. The floors were still scuffed and scratched, if not more, the wax leaving the tan hardwood exposed to further damage underneath. The net of the basketball hoop that used to have a giant hole in it was finally ripped off. The bleachers that had been pulled out were still painted the dull blue. 

The decorations that tried to hide it all were tacky at best. The lights were turned off, the gym only being lit by the several feet of fairy lights that lined the walls and the lit pathways to the larger “dance floor” that was surrounded by balloons. There was a yellow, cardboard crescent moon that hung from the metal beams in the back. A table of refreshments with a royal blue drape stood off to the side. There was a photo wall just outside the east exit – then again, it was just a white curtain with some fake cherry blossoms from the fabric store and a few cheap oversized sunglasses and crowns. Though you didn’t particularly enjoy it, the makeshift bar that overtook where the concession stand used to be seemed to be the best attraction tonight – rumors had Jungwoo, who now owned some fancy brewery in uptown, had graciously volunteered to provide alcohol. 

It was laughable – honestly. You had hoped how tacky some of these decorations were, the “starry night” theme was an intentional decision. 

A shot at satire. 

“Okay!” you heard Seulgi’s heels click against the floor behind you, coming back from the bathroom. She came up to your side and linked arms. “Sorry for making you wait – there was a line.”

“It’s fine,” you replied, putting on your best fake smile for her. 

Frankly, just standing at the entrance and taking all of this in only reminded you how much you didn’t miss high school.  

Seulgi could tell from the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. She tugged you closer and reassured you, “It’ll be good, I promise.”

You only shrugged. 

She rolled her eyes and started leading you inside. The rhythmic snare of the electronic house music grew louder, your eyes adjusting to the darkness. Eyes passed over the two of you as you entered, a few waves being thrown your way because people knew Seulgi. People were huddled away in groups, bouts of laughter bubbling above the music.  

Seulgi leaned closer to you and whispered. “Cheer up a little? You never know who you’ll meet again.”

. . . .

“The invitation said ‘dress to impress’, which usually means semi-formal or formal,” Taeyong explained. He scanned Doyoung’s outfit: distressed dark-washed jeans paired with a white t-shirt and his favorite worn black leather jacket thrown over it. Taeyong pressed his lips together in an effort to keep himself from laughing out loud at his friend’s outfit. “Unless,” he cleared his throat, “That’s how you dress to impress.”

“For the last time, please! I thought it was a casual get-together!” Doyoung retorted. “I missed the memo about this being a formal event.”

“C’mon, Doyoung,” Yuta snorted. He shoved his hand into the pocket of his slacks, tipping his drink towards the other man, “The theme was a “starry night prom” – what in the world made you think it’d be casual? You’re about to finish law school. I thought you were smarter than that.”

Doyoung let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his dark locks, undoing the hold of some of the gel. A strand fell across his eyes as he hung his head forward. Sometimes, he wondered how and why he became friends with these two in the first place. 

“Whatever,” Doyoung grumbled, “I’m already here – I’m not just going to drive an hour back to the city just to change. We’ll just . . . be normal, try to enjoy ourselves. We’re all adults now anyways, no one gives a damn.”

Yuta raised his hands up by his face in surrender. “Okay, okay, fine.”

“Thank you,” Doyoung huffed, pulling at the hem of his jacket. He flexed his back, opting to settle onto the corner of the bottom bleacher. He busied himself with his SmartWatch, crinkling his brows and swiping at the screen, pretending there was some interesting message on there or something. 

(Or something.)

Truth be told, Doyoung didn’t want to come to this stupid reunion in the first place. It’s why he didn’t pay attention to the invitation when he got it in the mail. It’s why he tossed it in the recycling the day after. He didn’t hate high school for he met some of his best friends here. 

Genuinely, he had a good time. 

Doyoung liked to think he was a fairly average student. Someone who didn’t quite stand out amidst the crowd. He played basketball, but never a star player. He did well enough to get on the honor roll in school, but wasn’t one of the valedictorians. He had a group of friends who were fairly well known among his peers, but never one that people paid attention to like Yuta or Jaehyun. 

And he liked it that way. 

As they graduated and entered college, then professional school and/or the workforce, Doyoung realized how much he enjoyed leading a quiet life and keeping to himself. He gets enough drama from hearing about Yuta’s monthly flings or the nepotism at Taeyong’s office. 

Though the past certainly wasn’t remarkable or perfect, he didn’t like to dwell in it, including high school. He was forward minded – working hard on his law degree and dabbled lightheartedly in various hobbies: photography, painting, singing on the rare occasions he could go out. 

Doyoung simply . . . didn’t care enough to want to come to this reunion.

His Achilles heel, however, will always be his two best friends, Taeyong and Yuta, who did want to come to their second starry night prom. 

Yuta had his own intentions of reigniting old flames, though Taeyong merely wanted to drink and to meet up with his old basketball team. The latter was happily engaged after all. 

Doyoung was merely manipulated and dragged along. Though it was nice to see some people again, he had better things to do at home. His mind was just racing with all the tasks and documents he could be reviewing and completing. Alternatively, if he was feeling lazy and just wanted to have fun, there were movies to watch and places to see.

His ideal Friday night was certainly not being trapped in the claustrophobic gym for second prom on-a-budget. 

(He found it strange, however. Most of his classmates were working adults now, right? Shouldn’t they have had more money to afford something more extravagant? And hire a real DJ instead of Johnny?)

Feedback poured through the speakers followed by the sound of two pats. The beat of the previous song started to fade and the said DJ’s voice followed.

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen,” Johnny started, “I think it’s time we slow it down,” He flicked a few buttons on his soundboard to switch out the track, letting a softer melody start to grow. The air filled with the sound of piano keys, soft guitar chords plucking in the background. 

“Grab yourself your partner who none of us has ever met and you met them after high school,” a round of chuckles spread throughout the gym, “Or perhaps someone who you never had the guts to tell them you liked them when we were in high school?”

Everybody loves the things you do. From the way you talk, to the way you move.

“We’re throwing it back to our angst days – Adele, ‘When We Were Young.’”

Johnny backed away from the might and twisted a knob slowly to turn up the volume of the somber song. Couples, hand-in-hand, started breaking off from larger groups or descended down the bleacher stairs to join the dance floor. There were a few who Doyoung recognized, mildly surprised that some high school sweethearts do indeed last (Jaehyun and Emmy not being one of them – not to anyone’s surprise). 

“Damn,” Taeyong nodded approvingly. A grin spread across his face. “Johnny coming through with the nostalgia.”

He was quick to excuse himself to find his fiance afterwards, leaving Doyoung alone with Yuta. 

“You gonna ask anyone to dance?” Yuta asked, though his attention wasn’t on his friend. His eyes scanned through the sidelines, looking for a lonely sole to prey on. 

“Nah,” Doyoung sighed, “I don’t think so.”

Yuta’s eyes landed on someone on the other side of the dance floor, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His hand swung over, holding his drink in front of Doyoung’s face, signaling for his friend to hold it. 

“Well, if you excuse me then, I think I’m gonna shoot my shot,” Yuta tilted his chin up. 

“Who are you talking about?” Doyoung asked, squinting into the crowd. He pulled the plastic cup filled with pink liquid from his friend’s hand. 

“Hina,” Yuta looked down at his friend. 

Doyoung zeroed in on the black-haired beauty in the navy blue slip mini dress. He snickered – some things just don’t change and that included Yuta’s type. 

“You sure she isn’t married yet, man?” Doyoung asked. 

“I don’t see a ring on her finger.”

“You can’t see shit from here.”

Yuta shot him a playful wink, already starting to walk backwards. “Pray for me that she’s not then?”

“No, gross,” Doyoung chortled. “Good luck though!”

As Yuta disappeared into the crowd, Doyoung let his eyes wander to see who was left. By no means he did expect everyone to be dancing, but he always found it interesting who remained during these more soft and romantic moments. 

If he could, he would’ve gone home already, but he was DD for his friends tonight, and people watching wasn’t the worst thing. 

It could be the most fun actually at a party like this. 

His eyes didn’t linger for long, however, as they landed on you, sitting a few feet away with your legs crossed. You were hard to miss – the white dress you wore stood out in the dark. squinting , he could make out a bored expression on your face, something that Doyoung thought he probably looked like too. 

He knew you and you knew him. 

But that was the extent of your relationship. He remembers you from the few classes you shared throughout and he heard of you peripherally through Taeyong who was friends with Seulgi. A friend of a friend of a friend is the closest he was to you. Nonetheless, you weren't hard to miss – Doyoung remembered you always sat in the front, even if there weren't assigned seats. If your face wasn’t familiar, the back of your head certainly was. 

Did he even bother to say hi in that case?

However, it seemed like you had the answer for him already. 

“Doyoung, right?” you called. You were standing a few feet away from him with your hands clasped together in front of you. “Kim Doyoung?”

He peered up at you, blinking owlishly as he paused to process the current situation. 

“R-right. Right!” Doyoung chuckled, trying to save himself. “Kim Doyoung – that’s me.”

You gave him a small wave. “I . . . um, I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m–”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he finished for you. “From freshman geography, sophomore history and literature, and senior year chemistry, calculus, and PE.” He peered up at you, the right corner of his lip curling up into a friendly smile. “Of course, I remember you.”

You let out a nervous chuckle, letting your chin dip into your chest. “I just wasn’t sure since we didn’t talk much.”

Doyoung nodded. “That’s understandable.”

Unbeknownst to you, your own face was reflecting a similar bashful smile. 

Doyoung waited patiently, half-expecting you to leave. Again, you didn’t run in the same circles – maybe you were only greeting him out of courtesy. 

Yet, there was something about you tonight that made him wish you’d stay a minute longer. 

Just long enough so he could figure out what this feeling was. 

A beat passed between the two of you, only Adele’s voice filling the distance between the two of you. The song was already drawing to a close, the instrumentals coming down and her voice flipping down into a softer note. 

“How are you?” you finally asked, feigning confidence to hide the shake in your voice. 

You could have just left after saying ‘hello’ – heck, you were planning on it. 

It was just like a movie.

“Good,” Doyoung replied. 

It was just like a song.

Doyoung might not have known it at the time, but you also felt the same: anxious and eager to pull away to clear your nerves, but not quite ready to leave. You wanted to linger a little longer and you hoped he would let you.

When we were young.

“Um . . .” you shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose, “This is gonna sound ridiculous, but do you want to . . .” you pointed your thumb back at Jungwoo’s makeshift bar. “Maybe grab a drink?”

“I would really like that.”

Maybe Seulgi was right. 

You never knew who you were going to meet again.

. . . .

30 minutes earlier

“You should go talk to him!” Seulgi had urged you. She jostled your arm urgently. 

“Doyoung?” you frowned. “I don’t even know if he remembers me.”

“Why wouldn’t he? And who wouldn’t?” Seulgi replied. 

You shook your head, pulling your best friend off your arm. “Why do you even want me to?”

She gave you an incredulous look, scoffing a little. “Weren’t you just complaining yesterday about not liking anyone from the city and you were going to live with me forever and die alone?”

“I was in a mood,” you defended. 

“He’s cute and I think you’d look good together,” she smiled innocently. 

“Seulgi,” you deadpanned. 

“Hey,” she pointed at you, “You never know where it would go – plus, he’s nice.”

“That’s so . . . bare minimum.”

“I know him peripherally – the few times I hung out with Taeyong and we had projects together,” Seulgi explained, “He is actually nice-nice and he works hard. Non-problematic and drama-free like you like them.”

“People change,” you shot back. 

“Look,” Seulgi rolled her eyes. She was tired of this game of seesaw with you. “If you don’t try at least a little bit – no one’s going magically fall into your lap. Even if I just know him a little bit, I get good vibes from him. 

“What’s the worst that can happen? If it doesn’t work out tonight, you never have to see him again and I won’t drag you to the next one.”

. . . .

Doyoung didn’t turn out half bad.

Okay . . .

He was great. 

Wonderful – almost.

(You had to cut yourself a little bit of pride.)

After getting over the awkward hump of getting reacquainted with one another, you surprisingly felt comfortable around him. He was easy to talk to – good at holding a conversation. Rather than rambling about himself, he followed up on your comments with questions asking you to elaborate. If you didn’t want to delve too deep, he’d understand and start on another topic. 

You had learned that the both of you had both moved to the city – or it seemed most of your friend group had. He lived on his own on the north end, while you stayed on the westside with Seulgi. Though he refused the idea as a kid, he ended up spending the majority of the last eight years of his life buried in law school like his mother wanted. He was finishing up his last year, interning at an international law firm. He was grateful for Taeyong and Yuta who had stayed by himself throughout it all, bringing the sparks of spontaneity and fun that made for good stories to balance out the rigorous coursework.

You liked him. He was down-to-earth and there was a calming presence about him. Unintentionally, he was funny too, you found it endearing. He was clumsy - tripped over his own feet and leading you in the wrong direction to the science hallways to show you where his old locker was when it was on the other side of the school.

Ironically, he made you feel giddy - it's like the butterflies you got in middle school when your crushed said 'hello' to you for the first time. Usually an unpleasant and nerve-wracking feeling, however, you . . . kind of liked it?

You could decide that much now. 

Doyoung and you stood next to each other on the side, overseeing the blue and white tennis courts. The two of you, not much of the drinker nor dancer, had opted to wander around the school and talk instead, the conversation spanning anywhere from your lives now to memories associated with each stop. It was as if your feet had communicated and led you both out here. As bland as high school was, the courts held a special spot in your memories. 

The early spring night was still chilly. The soft breeze raised goosebumps along your bare shoulder and rustled through your hair. The sky was clear, but a strange shade of deep purple and navy blue. A few stars were speckled across the sky and the real moon shone like a light at the end of a tunnel from afar – it wasn’t anything special per se, but it was pretty, unlike the tacky one inside. 

“Do you still play?” Doyoung asked, turning to you. He caught how your arms were crossed over your body, rubbing away the bumps on your arm. 

You shook your head. “Tennis requires two people and no one else around me really likes to play. I stopped somewhere in college.”

Silence, then a beat.

“I’ll be your partner if you want to play again,” Doyoung said casually. 

That caught you off-guard. 

“Oh,” you said softly, “Um . . . thanks – I’ll think about it.”

“No seriously,” Doyoung insisted. “I like trying out different sports – I might not be as good as you, but someone’s better than no one right?”

Was he . . . flirting with you? If you remembered right, Doyoung didn’t play sports really – that was more Yuta’s thing. It was a strange offer. 

You turned to look at him to see if something suggested otherwise. 

He looked unfazed by his own words – like he didn’t know that what he just said made your heart jump a little. His face was serious, not even the slightest hint of that nervous smile dancing on his lips when you first said ‘hello.’

He probably didn't realize it, so you pretended to brush off the excitement and opted for a more equally neutral reply.

“I’ll consider it,” was all you replied. 

“I mean it.”

Yeah . . . he didn't. The insistence wasn't playful, but rather earnest - it wasn't creepy whatsoever though. It was . . . endearing. You held back your laughter and cleared your throat.

“I don’t doubt it.”

As you turned away, another breeze blew by, causing you to shiver. 

Doyoung made a brisk ‘tsk’ and began shrugging off his jacket. Before you could protest, the garment was already hanging around your shoulders. The ghost of his body heat wrapped around your body, the goosebumps disappearing and warming you immediately. 

“Don’t try giving it back,” Doyoung said before you could protest. 

“Aren’t you cold though?” you asked, clutching onto the collar. 

Doyoung hummed softly and shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s not too bad.”

However, the way he was quick to wrap his hand around his waist at another whip of a wind suggested something different. 

You chortled, slipping the jacket off your body to give it back to him. 

“Nuh-uh,” Doyoung shoved it back into your chest. “Keep it – I’m fine.”

“But –”

“It’ll give me a reason to come back and talk to you at the end of the night,” he huffed. He turned around so you couldn’t see how his cheeks were burning bright pink.

He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling himself cringe at what he said. He’s not sure if he wanted to see your reaction right now either. Doyoung still struggled to read you after spending the past few hours with you.

“Let’s go back inside," he pressed on, "Um, I think I hear Taeyong calling for me.”

. . . .

As reluctant as the both of you were to come to this reunion, you both were as reluctant to leave. Your friends had dragged you here and were now struggling to drag you back home. Seulgi, Taeyong and his fiance, and Yuta leaned against the latter’s car, arms crossed over their chest, a bored expression settling onto their face as they watched you and Doyoung from afar. 

“How much long do you think they’ll take?” Taeyong asked. 

“Five minutes?” Seulgi offered, though she wasn’t so sure. 

“Yah!” Yuta shouted from across the parking lot. 

You and Doyoung looked over. 

Yuta waved his arms wildly. “Just hurry up and kiss!” he tapped aggressively at his watch. “We don’t have all night!”

Doyoung sucked in a sharp breath, raising an arm in a punching motion. 

“You know, I kind of regret encouraging her to talk to him,” Seulgi commented.

Taeyong and Yuta looked over at the girl. She could feel their critical, but shocked eyes on her.

“What?” she asked. 

“Doyoung didn’t approach her first?” Yuta asked.

Seulgi shook her head. “No.”

“Wow,” Taeyong snorted, “And here I was, thinking he had game.”

. . . . 

“Sorry,” Doyoung said, turning his attention back to you. “Yuta’s not very patient.”

“It’s okay,” you nodded, teetering on the heel of your feet. You clapped your hands together and looked up at him. “Um, I guess . . . this is it, then?”

He nodded slowly, though he could already feel the disappointment growing in his chest. “I guess.”

Did you not want to see him again after this? 

Was this really going to be it for you and him? 

Did he do something wrong to push you away?

“I . . . had a surprisingly good time,” you continued slowly. You peered at him through your lashes with wide eyes. “Thanks to you.”

A hand flew to the back of his neck, while he let out a nervous chuckle. Doyoung waved you off. “Please – it was nothing, just . . . trying to pass time and make the most of it,” he blinked owlishly a few times before realizing how wrong that sounded coming out of his mouth. “I mean, no, like, I had a good time too. I-I just . . . wasn’t trying to do anything special or hit on you, not like I was just using you or you were boring – nothing like that!”

“I know,” you chuckled. “I’ll . . . see you around?”

“Uh . . . yeah?” Doyoung offered, confused. 

How? The two of you had lived in the same city for the past three years and hadn’t bumped into each other once. 

You smiled softly and offered him a hand. Doyoung’s eyes flickered from it to your face and back again. 

“It was nice seeing you again, Doyoung – and,” you tilted your head coyly to the side,”Actually talk to you. You’re not too bad.”

“Likewise,” he replied, grabbing onto your hand. He gave you a firm squeeze, but rather than letting go right away, he just . . . held on. 

“Best of luck in your last year of school.”

“Thank you,” he sighed, offering you an awkward smile. 

“Um,” you chuckled, tugging away your hand to no avail. “If you could . . . let go.”

“Oh! Right, sorry,” Doyoung shook his head and pulled away. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans.

“Bye, Doyoung.”

And then you were gone. 

Your heels clicked against the dark asphalt as you descended off the curb into the parking lot, making your way to a red Toyota Corolla that he presumed was either yours or Seulgi. He watched you eagerly, a part of him wishing you’d turn around and wave, spare him one last glance – even the slightest turn of your head. 

Just anything that would indicate that maybe he was lingering on your mind like you were on his. 

Much to his dismay, you only waved Seulgi over. 

Just as you opened the door to the passenger side and were about to climb in, Doyoung took off in a run, bolting towards you. 

“W-wait!” he cried, garnering the attention of not only his friends and you, but all the other guests in the parking lot too. 

Doyoung didn’t like attention, but right now, he didn’t care. He just needed to talk to you

You paused, one foot in the car, one still out on the pavement. 

He came to a halt a few feet away, resting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. You waited patiently, giving him a moment to even his breathing. Out of the corner of your eye, you could make out Seulgi eavesdropping on the confrontation. His friends were snickering from the distance – Yuta especially with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“I, um,” Doyoung stood up tall. He lifted his gaze to look at you. “D-do you think, maybe, I could . . . we could see each other again?” 

You didn’t reply right away. You were stoic and each second passed felt like a beat closer to doomsday. He knew the worst that could happen was that you said ‘no’ and he would never have to see you again. Nonetheless, he didn’t wish for such a thing and the disappointment would eat at him for the next few days. 

The question of “what if” was a powerful one. 

“I’m still looking for a partner for tennis, so I don’t see why not,” you finally replied. A soft, playful smile danced on your lips.

It was . . . very pretty. He wondered why he didn’t notice earlier. 

Immediately, his demeanor brightened. A grin stretched across his face at your reply. His hands fumbled around as he tried to find his phone in one of his many pockets, slipping in and out of the front and back. He shoved them in slits of his leather jacket too and came up with nothing. 

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. 

Doyoung has never lost his phone before – why now?

“I, um,” he showed you his empty hands. “I don’t know where my phone went, but if I could, I would love to get your number somehow?”

You dipped your chin to your chest, a girlish chuckle falling from your lips at his clumsy demeanor. 

“I don’t have a pen to write it on your palm,” you told him. 

“Oh,” he said softly. Asking himself more than you, he muttered, “What will we do?”

“But um . . . you have Instagram, right?” you asked, a new idea forming.

You always seemed to be a step in front of him. 

“Yeah,” Doyoung nodded, though still confused. 

“Well, Kim Doyoung,” you bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from grinning too widely, “This is me giving you permission to slip into my DMs.”

Doyoung thought he stopped breathing for a minute. 

The flirt was so . . .  blatant. Not that you couldn’t, but he wasn’t prepared for it nor was he expecting it from you. 

“What’s your at?” Doyoung asked. 

At that moment, you slipped into the passenger seat. You left the door open a crack and called out to him, “Ask Suh! He follows me on Instagram!”

The door slammed shut and Seulgi had already started backing out. 

You were friends with Johnny?

. . . .

1 week, 2 days, 3 hours, and 12 minutes later

[k_dy]: Hey!

[k_dy]: I found my phone 🙂

[k_dy]: It fell out of my pocket in between the cracks of Yuta’s car 💀

[k_dy]: Sliding into you DM’s liked you asked:)))))

[k_dy]: hehehe

[k_dy]: oh wait um –

[k_dy]: 127-07-1218

[k_dy]: call me ;)

[k_dy]: pls 🙏

Yuta snorted at the string of messages and looked up at his friend sitting across the wooden table. Doyoung was stiff, sitting tall in his seat at the cafe. The Iced Americano in front of him had hardly been touched. Doyoung had asked Yuta to meet up to go over his messages – he was worried he messed up because he messaged you this morning with no response. Yuta didn’t have the best dating history, so it was hard to call him an ‘expert’, but he definitely knew how to flirt and play these games a lot better than Doyoung.

“Well?” Doyoung asked, nervously. 

“Dude, you are so lame,” Yuta cackled. "Who puts that many parentheses for a smiley face?"

"Well what I was supposed to do?"

"I'll help you come up with something more . . . concise and slick," Yuta wrinkled his nose in dismay at his friend. "Before she sees all of these, you need to unsend-"

Seen.

Yuta's jaw fell slack.

"What?" Doyoung asked. "What? Did she reply?

He reached for his phone and new blue message flashed across the top of his screen. 

[unknown number]: I think I’m gonna hold off on calling you first lol. 

[unknown number]: But I’ll text first ;)

[unknown number]: This is Y/N. Glad you found your phone <3

(Frankly, you didn’t think he was ever going to slide into your DMs.)

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[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

Kinktober Day 10

Troilism: the practice of two people having sex while a third person is watching (and may or may not take part).

Voyeurism: the practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engage in sexual activities.

Pairing: John Suh | Johnny x fem!reader x Jung Yuno | Jaehyun

AU/genre: smut, strangers to lovers, very subtle and mild mxm for like 7 seconds

Word Count: 1348 words

Warnings: graphic descriptions of clubbing, mild size kink, sex under the influence of alcohol, but you won't notice, public touching IDK WHAT TO CALL IT, oral and fingering (f receiving), Johnny has a big dick, Jaehyun's face is very close to Johnny's dick, take that as your mxm warning

Taglist: @matchahyuck @seraphinealana @ker00 @allaboutthedongs @baehaechannie @iwannabreathetosetmefree @positionslab @jjenodream @kundann

Clubbing. Loud music, the bass thumping in your chest, hot, sweaty bodies grinding against each other, and alcohol. Something that might seem undesirable for others seems appealing to you, occasionally. Especially if you find two very attractive strangers that seem to be as into you as you are into them, skillfully grinding their bodies into your front and backside to the rhythm of the music.

You feel exceptionally safe in their arms, though they're big and presumably strong, and could overpower you easily with the sheer strength of their muscles. Or maybe because of that. It's hot, both in temperature and general vibe, as one of them grinds his hips right into your ass, his lips ghosting over your neck while you gaze into the other's eyes. Their feline nature feels soft and friendly, though his gaze feels everything but.

Just as your hands find comfort in stroking over the taller's chest, their hands hug around your body, feeling up your sides and, after a questioning look that you confirm by nodding, up to your breasts and down to your ass. Hazy-minded and light-headed, you lean further into them, grinding your ass into their touches and when the one in front of you send you a smirk, your can't help but to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

Without wasting even a second, he kisses you back. He's tall, way taller than you, and you have to lean up on the tips of your toes to be able to reach him. His lips feel soft against your own as they skillfully taste you, hinting a bit of tongue that you accept happily. You feel unreal, the influence of the alcohol playing the smallest part in your feeling of being high, it's just them and how amazing their hands feel all over your body.

With one thing leading to another, you're soon to find yourself in the backrooms of the club, two black leather couches being pretty much all you're presented with as you enter the room, still handsy with the taller guy who's name you'd just learned is Johnny.

The other guy, Jaehyun, you're pulling with you as well. He'd been all over your backside on the dance floor, getting your panties wet embarrassingly fast with how well his lips fit against your neck, and his clothed errection between the supple cheeks of your ass.

As soon as the door closes behind you, you're all over Jaehyun, not wanting him to feel like you want him any less than Johnny because that wouldn't be true. Johnny steps behind you this time, taking in the way your lips collide with Jaehyun's. He's pushing your hair away from your neck, leaving kisses behind just where Jaehyun'd left them before.

Jaehyun then parts from you, glossed over eyes taking you in with lust, and just as you're about to complain, Johnny whispers into your neck. "Let him watch, yeah?"

The proposal comes unexpected, just like the wave of pleasure that rolls over you at the mere thought, and a lustful whine escapes your throat as you let your head fall against Johnny's chest. Jaehyun steps away from you, taking a seat on one of the couches, just as Johnny leads you a few steps back to sit down on the other with him.

He pulls you down on his lap, spreading your thighs to dangle over his own legs, giving Jaehyun a perfect view of your drenched underwear, then your wet folds as Johnny pushes your panties aside to run his fingers through them. "Do you think he likes what he sees?"

You moan as he pushes a finger inside, carefully stretching you for what's to come, all while you hold eye contact with Jaehyun in front of you who's gaze is intensely focused on Johnny's ministrations on your cunt, wetting his lower lip with his tongue. You feel hazy, completely overwhelmed with how needy you're feeling, and you wish for him to just hurry up and fuck you, so that's what you beg for.

Johnny chuckles behind you, and Jaehyun bites his lip this time as he watches you squirm in Johnny's lap. He works you up to two more fingers until he's finally satisfied. He helps you stand up to pull your panties down your legs, all while he pulls out his admittedly impressive length. The sight makes your mouth water, and simultaneously glad that he insisted on stretching you out beforehand. You then resume your position on his lap, though this time he assists you in slowly sinking down his cock.

"Fuck," Jaehyun groans at the sight of you struggling to take Johnny's cock, and you can't do much but whine and moan at the incredible feeling of being stretched out like this. Johnny, too, can't keep his sounds contained, quietly grunting into your neck as he tells you how well you're taking him.

You're pulled back against Johnny's chest as soon as he's made sure you can take him, and he grabs onto your thighs to lift them further, giving Jaehyun the perfect show whilst also being able to fuck into you from below. At the first drag, you feel like it's not going to take long for you to finish. Johnny feels amazing inside of you, stretching you out to the max and hitting all the right spots for you to see stars. The fact that he can manhandle you so easily in each and every desired position, plus the way Jaehyun's watching all of this unravel in front of his eyes as he touches himself through his pants, is doing unbelievable things to you.

"Look at him, baby, look how much you're turning him on," Johnny says, a smirk evident in his voice.

"'S you too," you slur, brain foggy from how amazing he's making you feel.

"What?" Johnny chuckles lowly. "No, darling. That's all you. He wants you so much, but you're so fucking beautiful that he's okay with just watching."

You whine, too aroused to think straight. There's only one thing you know you want. "Want him to touch me."

"Oh, is that so? Why don't you ask him, then? Ask nicely, maybe he'll be nice you," Johnny suggests, kissing your neck for the n-th time this night, though it never fails to send sparks flying through your body.

"Please, touch me, Jae-" You barely get the words out before Jaehyun curses, getting up only to squad down in front of you. Your hazy mind can hardly comprehend what's going on before Jaehyun's fingers begin toying with your clit. With a loud moan, your back arches as much as it can in this position, swear words falling from your lips that make Johnny chuckle behind you.

Jaehyun presumably believes that that's not enough, though, so he leans in to lick a fat stripe over your cunt. Instinctively your eyes close, your moans grow high pitched at this point, especially as he repeats the action, several times, and you're sure that he doesn't mind that Johnny's buried deep inside of you, doesn't care that his tongue is licking over Johnny's length as well, given the way Johnny reacts to the licks as sensitively as you do.

The entire situation is just so fucking hot, white dots of pleasure appear behind your close lids, your walls clamping down on Johnny's big cock, and when Jaehyun sucks at your clit only once, but hard, you can't hold back anymore. With a loud cry of pleasure, you orgasm, glad that not only Johnny, but Jaehyun as well, is holding onto your thighs or else you would've collapsed at the sheer power of your high.

"Good fucking girl," Jaehyun praises quietly, stroking over your thighs to help you come down from your intense orgasm. Weakly, you open your eyes. Johnny'd slowed down his thrusts, instead focusing on softly praising you for cumming so well for the both of them.

"Hm, baby, what do you think?" You watch Jaehyun's hand slide down to your clit once again. "Can you take both of us?"

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[ikissjae]

PAIRING … jung jaehyun x female!reader

THEMES … angst, smut, and ig some fluffy?

LENGTH … 5.4k.

WARNINGS … TOXIC relationship. this is a bad, codependent, parasitic relationship i do not idolize nor condone this kind of relationship by any means. abuse of power. corruption kink. religious themes. throat/face fucking, aggressive at that. reader is restrained at one point, nothing crazy. fingering (fem receiving). jaehyun isn’t a great guy. please let me know if i missed something! MINORS DNI.

NOTES … i wrote this fic literally years ago as a chanyeol fic lol! again, mind those tags as this is a darker kind of piece. hope yall enjoy! rbs, comments, and asks are always appreciated ♡

ㅤㅤㅤ© ikissjae 2022. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

Jaehyun reminded you of fire.

Out of control. Hot. Angry. Suffocating. 

Jaehyun was like a burning building you wanted to get out of but couldn’t find your way out because the smoke was so thick and heavy. The horrifying part wasn’t that the building was burning down or that your lungs were burning from the smoke, oh no no, it was that you didn’t want to get out.

You wanted to burn to the ground surrounded by Jaehyun.

You can’t explain how you got yourself here pinned down in the backseat of his car, dress riding up dangerously high on your thighs, and your baby hairs plastered to your forehead from the sweat that harbored there. 

Hot. It was so hot in his car. Suffocating almost. 

That probably wasn’t from the heat, that was probably due to the large boy weighted on top of you, his large hands holding tightly onto the lacey fabric of your dress. You loved this dress. It was a pristine white and had the prettiest lace pattern you had ever seen. You wore it every Sunday. Today was no different.

The boy’s lips stayed attached to your neck as you laid there, complacent, your hands rested barely on his waist. You were scared to touch him. You didn’t know what was right and what was wrong. Jaehyun pulled back from your neck to look down at your face. You just blinked up at him, letting your hands move from hovering over his waist to rest heavily on his broad shoulders.

Jaehyun was so big. It was stupid you two kept making out in the cramped backseat of his beatup old car. If you felt confined, you couldn’t imagine how Jaehyun must’ve felt.

“Wanna try something new?”

Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Matthew 26:41. 

The verse rang through your head once Jaehyun’s offer hit your ears. Your eyes scanned his face unsurely, watching his pretty pink lips quirk up into a smirk at your hesitation. There was always something dark in his eyes. Something impure.

Jaehyun was impure. 

He was, as your father affectionately put it, a “troubled youth” and needed some help “improving himself”

Your father loved fixing things that never needed to be touched in the first place. Jaehyun was one of those things. He’s been drinking since he knew how to hold a bottle, fighting since he knew how to walk, and smoking since he was fourteen. He told you that once when he was taking you to church.

You, on the other hand, were pure.

You never drank, you never smoked, you never even thought about doing any type of drugs, and you had never kissed a boy till Jaehyun appeared in your life. You remember night vividly. He looked harmless, honestly, soft features and dressed all nice. Your father talked so highly of the progress he and Jaehyun were making, how Jaehyun’s life was only improving since your father started taking him to church. 

Jaehyun was the devil in sheep's clothing. 

You remember how intense his gaze on you was. How hot it made your cheeks and made you advert your eyes from him and onto the green beans on your plate. You should’ve known then and there he was laying the trap out so he could keep you locked in his burning house forever. 

God, if only you knew.

“What’s the new thing?” You wondered breathlessly. Jaehyun hummed as he sat up, looking around the backseat before nodding to the front. 

“Get in the front. There’s not enough room back here.” You complied so easily, soothing your dress down and sitting up to crawl over his center console and into the passenger seat. You didn’t even ask where he was taking you. You just listened to him without thought. You were his lapdog practically. 

You couldn’t help it. Jaehyun was interesting. He had so many stories, so many tales, some of drama, some of loss, and some were just funny. He was so interesting. You never met anyone like Jaehyun before. 

Once the boy settled in the front seat, you propped your elbow up on the center console and rested your cheek in your palm, watching him turn on the car with stars in your eyes. You adored Jaehyun as much as your heart could allow you too. You knew it was futile but you couldn’t help it, he was looking to be adored.

After a beat of you staring, Jaehyun turned his head towards you, brows knitted together and a scowl on his face. You simply batted your lashes at him, smiling warmly up at his gaze.

He didn’t warm up. He never did. But you had hope one day he would.

One day, Jaehyun would feel the same way towards you. 

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“I like looking at you like this.”

“I don’t care. It’s weird.” You laughed softly at his rebuttal, shaking your head.

“It’s not weird. You’re just handsome.” Jaehyun scoffed, beginning to drive out of the church parking lot. “I like looking at handsome boys.”

“I’m the only handsome boy you’re looking at, let’s be honest, angel.” You preened at that nickname. Angel. You loved being his angel. A celestial being in his eyes. It always made your cheeks burn. You sat up finally, looking out the window as he sped down the empty road that desperately needed fixing.

“Where are we going?” You asked after way too long of not knowing. Jaehyun glanced over at you then back at the road.

“My apartment.” Your eyes lit up at that, the excitement clear as day on your face.

“Really? You’re really taking me there?” You asked leaning back over to rest your hands on his bicep. Jaehyun couldn’t help but to smile a little at how excited you got over the minsecule of things. It was cute. You were excited to see his apartment, something he didn’t see as a big deal, but you saw as a massive deal.

Jaehyun never took you to his apartment. It was like a shadowy part of his life you didn’t know about––Well, a lot of Jaehyun’s life was like that.

“Yeah,” He chuckled quietly, “We’re trying something new, right? Why not do it somewhere new?” New for you, not new for him, but you didn’t say that. You just bounced excitedly in your seat.

Jaehyun’s apartment was rather messy. You weren’t surprised. His car was messy so why wouldn’t his house be too? He guided you through the disheveled living room, arm tightly wrapped around your waist as you looked around trying to take in your surroundings. You didn’t want to sound pompous but, god, this place was a dump.

He opened his bedroom door, letting you walk in first and look around. You were a curious little thing. Jaehyun liked that. He liked how little you knew about the world, how sheltered you were from everything dark and twisted. He liked showing you those aspects of the world, slowly and cautiously so you wouldn’t run away or get scared but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like when your eyes got all wide and full of fear.

“You should get an aloe vera plant.” You finally conclude causing his lips to quirk up with a small laugh as you hooked your fingers in front of you, smiling up at him. “You need something alive in here.”

“I got you, don’t I?” He tapped the tip of your nose at that. You giggled up at him, rocking back and forth on your heels anxiously. Jaehyun hummed down at you, waiting for a response with that same smirk on his lips. You nodded quickly, hands still laced in front of you.

“You got me.”

It felt like a promise. A one-sided promise.

Jaehyun pinched your cheek playfully before nodding towards his bed. You looked down at the black sheets, humming stiffly as you sat on the mattress the springs squeaking beneath your weight. Your hands rested in your lap as Jaehyun towered over you, his eyes dark with something you didn’t know. You didn’t know a lot about Jaehyun.

Jaehyun tilted his head down at you, tucking hair behind your ear in one last gentle act of kindness before he dropped his hand to begin undoing his belt.

You bit your bottom lip as he stared down at you, his eyes falling to your fidgeting hands.

“Let me just see your hands,” You didn’t hesitate to put your hands up, palms facing him. He easily took your wrists into one of his large hands. You swallowed thickly up at him as he wrapped the belt around your wrists tightly and expertly. You wondered how many times he’s done this with other people.

You let out a soft gasp when he tugged on the belt, pulling you towards his hips till you were in front of his zipper. You swallowed thickly, looking up at him with big adoring eyes as he trailed his hand up and to tangle into your hair.

“Open your mouth, angel,” Your jaw immediately dropped. He hummed in slight pride, nodding his head down at you. “Tongue out.” You listened to that command without hesitation as well, staring up at him pathetically as he let go of your hair to take off his jeans letting them fall to his knees. 

You’ve seen Jaehyun’s dick before, it just happened. You didn’t plan on it, but it’s happened multiple times now. 

“Why–”

“I don’t think I said you could talk,” There’s a pang of hurt in your chest, but you stared up at Jaehyun with big doe eyes as he gently tapped your jaw. “Just shut up and keep your mouth open.” You swallowed thickly but dropped your jaw again, watching as he pulled his boxers down to join his jeans.

This was new. Jaehyun took his dick into his hand, stroking slowly like he was teasing himself.

You haven’t seen a lot of dicks in your life––Okay, you’ve only seen Jaehyun’s but you’re going to assume that he’s on the bigger side. You have nothing to compare him to but a big boy has to have a big dick, right? 

“Gonna fuck your throat,” You tried to wring your wrists with your hands but the leather restraint around your wrists stopped you causing you to whine softly, “Hit my thigh if it’s too much, got it?”

You blinked up at him a few times, scared to speak again thinking he would snap at you again. So, you nod as your eyes fall downward. Jaehyun snapped his fingers causing him to look up at him again. 

“Look at me and don’t look away till I say so, understood?” 

You took a second, but nodded. You could feel your tongue getting dry. Jaehyun gently smacked the head of his cock against the palette of your tongue with a wet smack. You shut your eyes tightly before quickly opening them again––You’re a good listener.

Jaehyun smiled down at you, putting one hand on the back of your head to push your mouth towards his dick. 

You balled your fists up, your nails digging into your palms as Jaehyun ran a hand through your hair. He was gentle at first, not pushing you too far or too fast, just a gentle guiding hand. It wasn’t bad. You weren’t enjoying it but you didn’t hate it.

It was for Jaehyun. You’d do anything for Jaehyun.

He didn’t taste like anything really. There was a saltiness but that was easy to ignore. You kind of had a hard time breathing but it wasn’t impossible. Truly, it could be better but it could be worse.

“Deep breath through your nose, angel.” His deep voice knocked you out of your thoughts. Of course you listened, you always did, taking a deep breath through your nose as he put a hand on the back of your head and pushed down until your nose pressed against his stomach.

You shut your eyes tightly, loudly sputtering and gasping around his cock. Your throat spasmed around him trying to catch a breath but to no avail. You could feel tears flood your eyes and roll down your cheeks, unable to wipe them because of your restraints. Jaehyun groaned down at you, twisting his hand in your hair a little tighter to hold you down on his cock.

Everything was getting so messy. You hated messes. You didn’t want to be messy. Messes are bad. You weren’t a mess.

“Fuck,” You gagged around his cock again, trying to focus on breathing through your nose but it progressively got harder. “You look so cute with my dick down your throat, angel.” 

He thought this was cute? Rapid tears running down your cheeks and drool pooling from your mouth? Gagging around his cock? You were 90% sure you didn’t look cute right now.

You shut your eyes tightly before hitting his thigh with your tied together hands, whining up at him pathetically before he pulled you off of his dick with a deep sigh.

Once off his dick, you coughed trying to catch your breath as Jaehyun watched you turn away from him, blinking hard as your chest heaved a little bit. Jaehyun cooed patronizingly down at you, laughing at how you still struggled to get it together.

“So cute,” He coos, running his knuckles over your cheek. His words didn’t feel sincere anymore. They felt mocking. You looked up at Jaehyun with a sniffle, clearing your throat with a deep breath through your nose. 

“I–I don’t think I like it,” You tell him as you put your hands on his thigh, “I-I’m not good at it.” It was a lame excuse that you knew he wouldn’t accept, but it was worth a shot. “My throat hurts already. I–”

“It’s supposed to hurt,” Jaehyun interrupted, putting his hand back in your hair. You whimpered up at him, eyes wide and lips swollen. “If you make me cum, I’ll give you a surprise. You want that, baby?”

You swallowed up at him, batting your wet lashes up at him.

He knew you liked surprises. He knew you too well.

Slowly and unsurely, you nodded. Jaehyun smirked as he leaned down, sloppily colliding his lips with yours. You whined softly at how his tongue licked into your mouth, groaning softly at your still sweet taste before pulling back with a wet smack. 

Messy. Things were so messy.

Jaehyun grabbed you by your jaw, easily opening your mouth again so he could slide his dick into your mouth. You inhaled deeply through your nose. It didn’t help, really, you still gagged and your eyes still watered the further he pushed you down. When your nose brushed against his stomach once again. Jaehyun snapped his fingers above your head causing your wet eyes to look up from the carpet, looking up at him with the smallest whimper.

“Look at me. I want you to look at me when I fuck your face.”

Jaehyun’s never been poetic.

He was gentle at first, like he always was. His hips smooth and and slow, his cock easily sliding from the back of your throat to the tip of your tongue. You didn’t mind the pace, you slightly enjoyed it even, but with time his hips snapped harder and faster. 

It was only a matter of time before his cock was hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. The soft cute sounds you were making, morphing into dramatic gags as tears ran down your cheeks again. 

You wanted to close your eyes, you wanted to wipe the drool from your chin, you wanted to use your hands again. 

But it didn’t matter what you wanted. It was about Jaehyun. It was always about Jaehyun.

At least he was handsome, he looked so good when he felt good. He sounded like heaven too. His baritone groans were so harmonious and a blissful distraction to your throat getting fucked.

“Oh god, you’re doing so good, angel.” You hated how his compliment made your cheeks burn. “You’re no angel, huh? What angel sits around and gets their throat fucked?”

You tried to shake your head but you couldn’t move your head that much. 

You were an angel. You were his angel. 

“You’re just a whore, hm?”

You shook your head again, this time letting out a soft sound of protest that only made him fuck into your mouth harder. His hand in your hair turned iron tight as you gagged around his cock again, spit dripping from your chin and onto your dress. You hated how wet your face was, you desperately wanted to wipe your cheeks or your chin––You wanted to be clean again. 

“You just need to be put in your place,” Jaehyun groaned, brows knitting in as more little sounds left your throat. “I’ll put you in your place, baby. I’ll show you what you’re really meant to be.”

You thought he was just talking to talk, you couldn’t understand what he was saying or what it meant. The ache in your jaw was pretty distracting, your jaw going slack and eyes glossing over as both of his hands went to either side of your head for more control. His cock now sliding in and out of your throat with little resistance, the only sounds in the room are his rough groans and the crude squelching sounds from your throat.

While your eyes were staring up at him, listing like always, your mind was elsewhere.

You wished you were in the car again. You wished he was on top of you again. You wished you were kissing again. You liked kissing Jaehyun––No, you loved kissing Jaehyun. He has the softest plumpest lips, it was heaven kissing Jaehyun.

You don’t have anyone to compare him to but you bet he was the best kisser in the world.

Hastily, Jaehyun pulled you off of his cock, jerking himself off causing your eyes to drop to watch him jerk himself off but he grabbed your jaw and jerked your head up.

“Sorry.” You whispered hoarsely, watching him bite his bottom lip as you watched his face with parted spit-slicked lips. Jaehyun’s chest heaved as his breathing picked up. The small grunts he was letting out turned into loud rough moans, his head falling back as he came in thick strings of white.

A string of cum splattered on your cheek causing you to grimace a little, feeling even dirtier than before. Jaehyun watched you as he came down from his high, breathing deeply through his nose before wiping his cum on your cheek.

“Jae!” You squealed, jerking away causing him to laugh at your reaction. You whined loudly, struggling to stand from your position from the ground. The ache in your knees almost immediately once you stood, you ignored it to lift your tied hands with a clear of your throat.

“Take it off.” 

Jaehyun raised his brows at your tone, immediately knocking back into your place. 

“Please.”

He stared down at you for a second before taking your hands into his, untightening the restraints around your wrist and letting your hands free again. Once your wrists were free, you quickly wiped at your face. You didn’t know what you were wiping off at this point cum, tears, drool––You wanted a shower. You sniffled softly, holding you tainted palms out to him with a pout on your lips. Jaehyun looked at your hands then back at you, brows raised like he was supposed to do something.

“Just wipe them on your dress.”

“I don’t want to wipe them on my dress.”

“Why?”

You blinked at him.

“It’ll get dirty.” Jaehyun scoffed a little bit at that. “I don’t want it to get dirty.” He shrugged nonchalauntly like he was supposed to help you.

“There’s drool all over it already,” You bite the inside of your cheek at how dismissive his tone was.

“Wipe it on your dress.” It wasn’t a suggestion anymore. It was a demand. 

A demand that made your throat tight and your eyes dropping to the floor. Slowly, you wiped your grimy hands on the hem of your dress, brows knitting together in disgust as the white darkened to a dark grey. 

Jaehyun grabbed your chin, jerking your face up to look up at him. You stared up at him, eyes wide and innocent just like he likes.

“Do you want to shower?”

You nodded. He dropped your chin, pulling his boxers up and kicking his jeans off before striding over to a drawer. He pulls out a large black t-shirt, handing it to you before nodding towards the door across the room.

“Towels are in the cabinet.”

You looked at the door, holding the shirt close to your chest before looking back at Jaehyun.

“You don’t use 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner, right?”

Jaehyun looks back at you, brows raised as he lets out an amused chuckle. He shakes his head.

“I–uh–No, no I don’t. I use regular shampoo and conditioner.” He walks back over to you, putting his hands out to help you up. It took a second for you to get back on your feet, your knees aching almost unbearably and legs feeling like they’re not there. You held tightly onto his hands, closing your eyes at the headrush you got from standing up, sighing at how light you felt.

“You okay?” Jaehyun asked with a quiet laugh. You didn’t answer just leaning forward and resting your head on his chest with a small sigh. It takes him a second but he wraps one arm around your waist and places his hand on the back of your head, playing with your hair as you let your eyes close.

“Go shower,” He whispered, “I’ll be right here when you get back.” You let out a small sound of protest before standing up straight, sighing. Jaehyun stared down at you, arm still loosely around your waist as he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” You whispered, patting his chest before walking into his small dingy bathroom.

You don’t spend a lot of time in the shower. It’s small and makes you feel claustrophobic. The ends of your hair get wet but you avoid washing it, you already did so before church. 

You stepped back into Jaehyun’s room, wearing the oversized black shirt he gave you. Jaehyun looked up from his phone as he laid on his bed with one arm behind his head. He doesn’t say anything, just pats the empty space next to him.

You smiled, skipping a little as you approached the empty side of his bed and crawling next to him and resting your cheek on his chest with a fond smile. Jaehyun wrapped an arm around your shoulders before leaning in and kissing the side of your head.

Your arms easily wrapped around his torso as you watched him mindlessly scroll through his twitter timeline, both of you just laying in silence.

“We go to sleep now?” You whispered, eyes never leaving his screen but your voice clearly tired. Jaehyun looks down at you, patting your shoulder before getting up to turn off the light, silently agreeing with you. He seems to do that a lot. Showing his agreement instead of vocalizing.

He wasn’t good with words. Typically only saying critiques and crude jokes. You’ve chalked this up to him never learning how to properly communicate his feelings. You can’t be too sure though as you know little to nothing about Jaehyun before you met him.

He was a mystery. Easily, a big part of why you liked him so much.

Jaehyun climbed back in bed, turning you on your side so he could slot himself behind you, holding you to his chest with one arm around your waist. You always fell asleep easily. Something about the darkness just made it easy. Plus, Jaehyun was warm and comfy to be pressed against.

He hooked his chin over your shoulder as his hand slowly bunched up your black shirt to reveal your underwear. You opened your eyes slowly, turning to face him with a small sound of interest.

“Let me give your surprise, angel.” He whispered, gently bumping his nose with yours before colliding your lips smoothly. He pulls away from your lips, slipping his fingers into his mouth to get them wet.

It’s a crude sight to see but you can’t tear your eyes away from him. With his free hand, he held your thigh tightly, resting your leg on his hip to keep your legs spread. You let him manhandle you into the position he wanted, only letting out soft whimpers and sounds as you brought your fingers to your mouth.

Without missing a beat, he slid his wet digits down your stomach and into your underwear. You whimpered when his digits slid against your soft folds, rubbing circles into your clit. You gasped against your fingers, your hand quickly dropping from your mouth to hold tightly onto the hand that held tightly onto your thigh.

“You’re such a good girl,” Jaehyun cooed, “Bet you’ve never been touched like this before, hm?”

Your face got red red at that, shaking your head with a small whimper. Jaehyun’s the only person to ever touch you like this, you know he knows that but you nod along to his words, silently agreeing. It feels like your body is overheating with pleasure as he presses harder into your clit as the circles become slower and more diligent.

Jaehyun watches your lips as pretty little moans fall from them, kissing your neck with a groan. You arched against him, squeezing his hand with a louder than usual moan. Your cheeks immediately got red at your volume, but you couldn’t help it. You just felt so good.

Abruptly, Jaehyun removes his fingers from your underwear. Before you can complain or ask any questions, he manhandles you onto your back and pulls your underwear down your legs. He spread your legs apart so he could lay on top of you like in his car.

You were panting at this point, the ache in your core only growing as he slid his hand back between your legs, lips only centimeters from yours.

“You ever had someone inside you, angel?” Your eyes widened at his words, shaking your head in response. Jaehyun smirked down at you, humming at your answer as his finger stroked over your entrance. You looked between your bodies with knitted brows before looking up at him with concerned eyes.

“Is it going to hurt?” You whispered, nerves burning in the pit of your stomach as he shakes his head. 

“Just relax, angel.” He whispered soothingly, “I would never hurt you.”

Your throat still ached and you could still feel his belt around your wrist. But you still believe him, pressing your palms against his chest and looking up into his eyes with a soft smile.

Slowly, he pushes one finger into you, causing a small sound to leave your mouths, your brows knitting together in confusion at the forgein feeling.

“Is this what sex feels like?” You whispered, causing him to laugh a little down at you, sliding his finger in and out of you to test the waters, causing you to moan softly at the smooth glide. You were told sex was going to hurt. One girl even told you she bled after her first time. Easily, that scared the shit out of you and made you steer clear of sex, saving it for marriage. Well, that was until you met Jaehyun.

You can’t think too much about that. You’ll feel guilty because Jaehyun isn’t your husband, hell, he’s not even your boyfriend.

“I can’t really describe sex to you, gonna be honest,” He starts as he slowly working his finger into you. Jaehyun leans down to press his forehead to yours, “Your pussy is really tight. I bet fucking you would feel like fucking heaven.” Jaehyun says. You throw a hand over your head, covering your eyes in shame with a pathetic whine.

“No, no, let me see you, angel,” He chides. You take the hand off your face and look at Jaehyun, keeping eye contact. His finger inside you starts to pick up speed, and soon you can feel a second finger pushing in alongside the first. The burn from the stretch makes you whine, arching your back against him, eyes tightly shut.

“Tell me how it feels, baby,” Jaehyun groans, finger moving faster, curling upwards. You blink your eyes open, panting again, trying to think of anything to come out of your mouth to please him. He seemed to like how you struggled to get yourself together, smirking at how every time you opened your mouth to say something only moans came out.

“G-good.” You finally got out with a whimper.

“Aw, that’s all you can say?” Jaehyun taunts, moving his fingers faster, curling them upwards. You gasped up at him, digging your nails into his arms at the new sensation. This must be what euphoria feels like, you can’t think of another word to describe the feeling other than euphoric. “It feels good doesn’t it, angel? You look so good right now,” You look down to watch his fingers slide in and out of you, curling up against the bundle of nerves inside you that made you look back up at his face. “You think this feels good? Wait until I get my dick in you.”

Your eyes rolled back at his words, nails firmly digging into his biceps as you arched your back up against his chest. A loud moan rips through your throat, your eyes shutting tightly.

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun,” You repeat, like a prayer , your legs start shaking against the mattress, abdomen muscles tightening. Your cries of his name turn to incoherent babbles, just you making pathetic sounds again.

Jaehyun groans into your ear at how tightly your walls contract against his fingers, kissing the side of your head as you try to ground yourself but failing. You felt like you were in the clouds, like you were floating somewhere, you just felt so good. You never imagined anything could feel this good.

Jaehyun lifts his head from the crook of your neck, staring down at you with a smirk, brushing your hair from your forehead back.

“Look at you,” He hummed, tracing your bottom lip with his index finger as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, “So pretty.” You let your eyes open to stare into his with a small whimper. Your eyes drop to his lips, tilting your head at the urge to kiss him. You lifted your head to collide your lips. He held the side of your face, humming against your lips with a small moan.

“My pretty, pretty, angel.” Jaehyun whispered, kissing your forehead causing you to shut your eyes. You undug your nails from his biceps so you could wrap your arms around his torso to pull him closer. 

It took him a second to recuperate, wrapping his arms around you to hold you tightly to his chest. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, pressing a kiss under his jaw before pulling back and resting against the flat pillow beneath your head.

“Did you like your surprise?” He asked with a cocky smile, causing you to giggle softly. Your cheeks grew pink at that, covering your face with one hand. Jaehyun rolled off of you, giving you the ability to feel around for your underwear.

You finally found them by the end of his bed, slipping your underwear back on with a small ‘hmph’ sound, causing Jaehyun to lift his head and watch you. You soothed your shirt down, letting it rest at your knees, looking up to lock eyes with him in the dark, blinking a beat after him.

“You going to lay back down?” Jaehyun asks.

“Where else would I go?” You huffed, crawling back to your spot and laying down. Jaehyun doesn’t answer, just lets out a grunt and pulls you to his side.

The rest of the night was silent and cold.

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